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Anyone who has been with me since I began this blog will know how much I enjoy the Eternal series by author KS Haigwood. Her characters are everything expect in a novel by her: crazy, intrepid, fallible, arrogant, stalwart, loyal, and just plain fun to hang out with for a couple of hours. With her latest book, Eternal Illusion, now available everywhere, Kristie stopped by for a visit. See what she has to say below.

KS Haigwood

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Chapter 1

Lost in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana's swelling belly, then grinned when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted to wake up from.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It's fifteen after one."

Nuzzling closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. "Five more minutes."

He snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. "Take all the time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—"

Quick and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him rolling his eyes in irritation.

"—knock on the door soon," he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly turning sour at the lack of private time the island's residents allowed him to have with his wife. "I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I'm a shark whisperer?"

Ariana giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.

He fell back to his own pillow, defeated. "We are going on vacation. No cell phones. No knocks on the door—unless it's room service—and, best of all, no distractions."

Laughing as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. "I love both of you so much."

Abe huffed as he glared at them. "You just saw them yesterday. And you don't need that caffeine; it's bad for the baby."

Ariana took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. "The only thing that's bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father fusses over me too much."

Abe blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike Ariana, he hadn't dressed after making love the night before.

He exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife's face. She was the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.

Abe raised an eyebrow. "Come here, devil woman."

"Abe," Becky said, laughing. "There's no time—er… take all the time you need, Your Highness," she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.

He would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant phone calls.

He tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana's smile.

She set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she would be out of his sight?

He had some ass-chewing to do, that's what, and he was going to do that first.

"I'll be back before you know it, Abe," she said sweetly, almost convincingly, but he knew better; she'd been telling him that every day since she’d started working, and it had never, ever been true.

Even though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his case. "Stay here," he whispered. "Take the day off. I could use a little healing myself." He grinned devilishly.

The only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.

He knew she wouldn't concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. He had faith that one day she would.

"Sunset, Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you."

She laughed. "I just bet you do."

He tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips. Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. "It's sort of important and special. It's been in the works for several years, but it's almost complete now. I didn't want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn't say anything. I don't think I can keep from telling you what it is until your next day off, so please don't overwork yourself today, and try to get out of there by eight." He paused for a moment. "And eat light for supper; I'm taking you out afterward."

Ariana's eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn't hide behind her fake anger. "You know how much I hate surprises."

Abe knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled through his memory for the lyrics of Mary Had A Little Lamb, just in case. Mindreading was one witchy trait that could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her would be downright impossible.

He kissed her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn't paralyze his vocal chords. "You'll like this one. I promise it won't embarrass you."

"Can we come?" Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at hearing about something new and exciting on the island.

Abe chuckled. "Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like," he said, knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope.

"Who else is going?" Becky asked with a sneer.

Abe shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother, was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.

Just thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three months ago, and they hadn't seen or heard from the guy since his descent back into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular basis, but she hadn't sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he forced his worry from his features, for her.

"I'm not sure, Becky, but if you think I'm going to tell my brother he can't go just because you'll be there, then you don't know me very well." He ignored the hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana's butt when she crawled over him to get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.

After hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the middle of his bedroom. "Would the two of you mind leaving? I'm about to go shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night."

He smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their naked king.

"Go on. Ariana will call you when she's ready to leave. I can't promise you'll be on time for work, so you may want to leave without her." He stopped and huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. "What? She isn't yours; she's mine. Go!"

Tripping over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.

With a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He could only see the top of Ariana's wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.

Ariana smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn't fit his body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her womb.

He ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.

She gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss.

"Abe," she panted. "I'm going to be late for work."

An approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips. "Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that you would be there when you damn well got there."

She laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. "You are such a king."

Lowering his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions, decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.

Ariana's lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

With his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn't worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of her.

His head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.

His jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall when her muscles tightened around his erection.

"Yeeees!" The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the orgasm threatened to rip through her body. "Abe…" she said, winded, and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin, "I—I need…"

"I know, baby. Just let it go." He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.

Aiming to get his own release by the time Ariana's climax was over, Abe growled and quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He was there.

"Take my vein," Ariana whispered.

Pulling a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was quickly boiling up inside him.

"No," he said shortly.

"Abe, please. You need it. I want you to."

He stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight, so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the damn thing.

"Abe! Where are you going?"

"Not now, Ariana." He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, and wasn't a bit surprised to hear she had followed.

"What did I do? I don't understand why you're acting this way. Talk to me, damn you!" she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for.

He stopped and let his arm fall, but didn't turn around. "You know how I feel about using you as a meeker while you're pregnant. We've had this discussion before, Ariana. Hell, we've even fought about it a few times, but you don't seem to understand or maybe you just don't care; I don't know—"

"You think that I don't care about my child?" she said, and Abe turned around, the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their conversation led to him feeding from her. "How can you even say that?" she snapped. "If I felt, in any way, that you taking the amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn't ask you to do it." She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe's bones. "I know it won't hurt the baby—"

"But I don't!" he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. "I don't know what is good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can't imagine taking anything from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won't do it."

He ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn't so happy anymore. Without wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to the dresser to grab socks.

"Abe," Ariana whispered, but he didn't look at her. He couldn't look at her when he was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. "Abe, look at me. I have to go to work, and I don't want to leave you upset." He still didn't say anything.

Abe put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches wasn't going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door.

"Abe! Where are you going? The sun is out!"

"Go to work, Ariana. I'll see you later."

He jerked open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.

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Entwined by Gladys Quintal

I found the cover art to be the first draw to this story and quite intriguing. The story itself reads almost like it was taken from the thoughts of a nearly eighteen year old girl. Her best friend and the boy she dreams of live next door. Adelaide is one of those girls who made the other girls in school jealous with her natural beauty while being totally unaware of it.

There are times when authors write in the voice of a younger person and it's a complete fail. Whether because of not really understanding how someone of a given age would think/speak or they struggle to write for the opposite gender. I found no such problems in this story.

There is an innocence to the story that fits the ages of the main characters very well. Quintal does what I appreciate most in an author, and that is to throw me a curve ball. Young love, intrigue, danger. It's all there. And trust me, the curve ball will have your head spinning. This is a short story that went far too quickly for me. I've read it several times and have enjoyed it just as much the last time as I did the first time.

The story is well written though I felt the lack of contractions in the dialog made the conversations a bit stilted. It made the conversations feel more formal than I've heard come from any teenager. Overall a good read. I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review. 3 stars

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The Tegan Cave by Inge-Lise Goss

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting from this book, but it wasn't exactly what I got. I thought, you know... spiders (seriously shuddering here). It's going to be something creepy, maybe keep me awake at night with the lights on and a fly swatter in my hands. That's not exactly what happened.

Aside from the fact that I find spiders to be incredibly creepy, I did enjoy this story. What upped the "ick" factor for me is the fact that I can see some scientist crazy enough to attempt what a character in the story succeeded at. And if I tell you what that is, then why would you bother to read the story for yourself, hmm?

This story is very well written, well edited and completely believable in a crazy-scientist-who's-gone-around-the-bend kind of way. The experiment that is the back story this book is set around has its own pitfalls for some characters. There are the expected good guys and bad guys. When you think you know which characters fall into which category, Goss changes it up on you.

The characters have a depth that makes the events that happen to them believable. Could reality as we know it be skewed sideways by some crazy in a lab? You betcha. Goss brings a level of believability to her writing in much the same way Stephan King did in his epic, The Stand. That alone makes her work worthy of reading. Unlike King's book, The Tegan Cave is not an apocalyptic story.  Should Goss decide to continue writing, I can see a time when her name will be as well-known as Stephen King. Take a chance on this author. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

In spite of the spiders, I had a difficult time setting the book aside. I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review. 4 stars.

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A Kiss of Ashen Twilight (The Mortal Edition) (Ashen Twilight Series Book 1) by Rae Lori

I have mixed feelings about this book. While the story is in a genre I enjoy, the editing and proofreading left much to be desired. The errors ranged the gamut from missed punctuation to incorrect word choices to incorrect forms of words used.

This author shows a lot of promise, but the number of errors left me unwilling to spend money on future books by her. Before I take the step to purchase other books by this author, I will make use of the free hour of in-store reading time Barnes & Noble offers their Nook customers. Unlike Amazon, Barnes & Noble doesn't allow Nook users to automatically update a book that has been re-edited. Consequently, I am very thankful this was a free book.

My recommendation would be to pull the book and for the author to avail herself of either a couple of beta readers or a good editor. Had this book been properly edited, I would have happily bought every book in the series. I would have also given this book 4 stars. Due to lack of sufficient editing, I can only give this book 2 stars.

Forever Kansas by Julie Cassar

I've enjoyed the Ruby Blue series from the very beginning. Cassar spins an enchanting and fun tale full of adventure from the first page. I was so excited to hear there was another book coming out that I hounded her without remorse. (You know, that whole 'squeaky wheel' thing.) My persistence paid off.

Forever Kansas is written from Brennan's point-of-view offering faithful readers a fuller, more rounded look at the world she's shared with us. Just for a while, suspend your disbelief and embrace your inner romantic, your inner hero or heroine and believe. Everything you've come to love about the series is here and more besides.

I didn't grow up with brothers so I can only guess at what teenage boys go through as they mature and  would probably still be way off. Cassar dealt with Brennan's struggles against his teenage hormonal response to Ruby's kisses to give her the respect she deserves as the love of his life in some of the most tactful, yet evocative writing I've ever read. The intimate scenes remain suitable for the YA reader while losing none of their impact. Well done Julie.

I enjoyed this additional excursion into the lives of Ruby and her friends, and know you will too. I was captivated and then held captive as I scrambled to locate the charger for my Nook so I could continue reading. Although currently only available for pre-order, this is definitely a 'must get' for the series. You won't regret it.

I was gifted an advance copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. 5 stars

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Crimson Shadow: Dance with the Devil by Nathan Squiers

I've been a fan of both Nathan Squiers and the Crimson Shadow series since opening the first book. I mean really, what's not to like if you love a good fantasy story that walks the darker side of things. There's nothing fluffy about a Squiers novel (unless you count your friendly house-tiger). There's mayhem, there's action (oh yeah, covered under mayhem), angst, and all the other problems that go with being an arrogant mythos that goes around cleaning up all the problems that come knocking at his door.

In every book to date, Squiers has thrown curve ball after curve ball and this one is no different. What makes this book different from the previous books is the intensity of the writing. He dug deep for the pain, the conflict, the attitude... everything. In this book, Squiers has exceeded his personal best.

Prior to this, he wore the coat of bard in his storytelling. In Dance with the Devil, he has become the personification of Bard, rather than being a simple bard. What is the difference you may ask. I've said it before, but it's worth repeating, the intensity of the writing. Having not only the ability to dig deep, but the willingness to do so and then,  both shamelessly and without apology, put it out there for his readers his readers to bask in. And bask I did.

Squiers took me the entire gamut of emotions for which I wanted to both thank him and hunt him down to give him a swift kick depending on where I was in the book. Raise the curtains on a surprise guest and exit to grief. He gave me laughter in the most unexpected places. For our stalwart and reluctant hero, words of wisdom from a couple of unexpected people, one of whom was a complete stranger. A surprise gifting left me in tears, though not for the first time in this book. Even if you aren't one of those people who cry while reading a book, better keep some tissue handy anyway. You may discover you've become a secret crier.

Dance with the Devil is, in my humble opinion, his finest bit of writing that I have ever been privileged to read. He gave me not only everything I have come to expect from a book with his name on the cover, but things I never realized I wanted. At the risk of being redundant, he has surpassed all previous efforts. You WANT this book. And that, my dear, friend is the bottom line. He has raised the bar on what I now expect from him in future books. I have no doubt that he will deliver.

I was gifted an advance copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. 5 stars

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