Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
A BLONDE AT HEART
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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Rule #1: No hot guys.
It might sound ridiculous. I get it. It kind of is, but college was supposed to be my sanctuary. It was my place to start over. The rumors, the whispers, and the jealousy I endured through high school would all be gone.
No one would know me at college.
Rule #2: No drama.
I’d major in pre-law. I’d make a few loyal friends. Everything would be easy breezy. No one was going to use me or hurt me. I wouldn’t let them.
Rule #3: New year. New place. New me.
And all because of Shay Coleman.
Football captain and quarterback, he was the big guy on campus. The cocky guy in my political science class with a smirk. I hated him on sight . . .
. . . and he was about to break all my rules.
I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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Have you ever met someone and though right off, “*they ain’t right in the head?” *insert southern accent*
I’m glad that I didn’t get that vibe from Tracy Vincent, author of The Bee Keeper. I had the pleasure of meeting and spending some time with this Kentucky gal at Utopiacon 2017. We actually bunked together on Friday night of the convention, and if I knew then what I know now, I’m not sure I’d have closed my eyes to sleep. Tracy is freakingly, awesomely scary.
Dont be confused with the title. The Bee Keeper has one sentence about keeping bees. One. The rest of it is staight up, psychotic, horrifying fun! Lovers of horror stories, The Bee Keeper is straight up your alley! If this book were a movie, I couldn’t watch it at the theatre. No way. I would have to wait until it came on HBO, with an R rating, so I could stop it when it got too intense. I can read about it all day long, but can’t watch it. No. Nononono.
Look at this completely innocuous cover. I was so busy taking in the the bee and the honeycomb to notice the red stuff it’s floating in. Folks, that is not strawberry jelly. Nope. I didn’t know, I didn’t even see it. My new friend had written a book and I downloaded this bad boy in support.
The stolen car isn’t the problem. It’s what’s inside the trunk. They should have never touched that briefcase, and now they have a date with The Bee Keeper.
They just don’t know it yet.
People whisper about him in dark corners, always looking over their shoulders fearful of crossing his path. Only those who commit the worst crimes are handed over to The Bee Keeper and he seeks truth at any cost.
Delve into The Bee Keeper and the six who cross his path.
Again…my new friend had written a book and I downloaded this bad boy for support. I think I was 30% through when I emailed her that I was absolutely terrified of her. Her response? “Good, that means I’m doing my job. #sorrynotsorry” She hashtagged me! But, she was absolutely right. She did her job and then some with this book!
The Bee Keeper is one of the most original, fresh horror stories I have ever read. I think the last scary book that actually scared the pants off of me was Intensity by Dean Koontz. That was a LONG time ago, and I do love a good scary book!
It felt like Six Degrees of Separation from Kevin Bacon meets the scariest hit man from your favorite movie. Combine that and you have The Bee Keeper. A heartstopping, rollercoaster ride with six people who all have a connection, whether they realize it or not. It is a lesson that actions have consequences on steroids. It is The Godfather on dynamite. It is still managing to have something of a conscience while being the scariest person on the planet and, yes, I realize that makes crazy sense. It is an absolute must read.
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About The Author
Tracy D. Vincent is just a small town woman from western Kentucky. Her love of all things text evolved into book review blogging. This gained the attention of Katie Papilio from Dryden House Publishing and she offered Tracy a job editing. From there, Tracy branched out into writing. She doesn’t just write horror and science fiction. She also writes romance under the pen name Ann T. Cee.
When not writing or editing or reading all the words, you can find her spending time with her husband and son.
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Wow! What a busy summer so far! I’ve been seriously MIA for a couple of weeks. Maybe more. Yep, probably more. I realize there’s probably only 10 to 12 of you who might actually see this (thanks Facebook algorithms), but that’s okay. We’re going to see what we can do about that.
Let me start with, I’m behind. Overwhelmingly, massively, mind bogglingingly behind. I may be making up words as I go along, but you get the picture. The train left the station two hours before I woke up. I’ll be catching up over the next few days (weeks), so all you wonderful people that I owe reviews and posts, you’ll have them soon.
I went to Utopiacon in Nashville last month! I went totally incognito as a reader, not a blogger. I think I handed out one card and talked to one other about my blog. I came home with too much “stuff” (“stuff”is the equivalent of books. I call it “stuff” in the off chance Mr. BB&S reads this.) It was somewhat freeing to just be a reader, interacting with new authors that didn’t know I blog, finally getting to meet those authors that I’ve reviewed on the blog in person.
In absolutely no particular order, I finally met the baby faced cutie Kelly Martin, who has the mind of a serial killer. She’s the author of the Heartless series and Dark & Deadly series. She’s a regular here on the blog, and has several other books available that I have to find the time to read. Here’s our mug shots
Next door to Kelly was Shannon Mayer, author of the amazing Rylee Adamson series and the Elemental series. Must reads for lovers of urban fantasy. To quote her from one of the panels, “find your niche and write the shit out of it.” She does exactly that!
Lauren Campbell (The Evolution of Ivy:Poison) and Lichelle Slater (Step Right Up) were debut authors and were both up for Debut of the Year. Yes, I came home with both their books and you’ll see reviews of them both soon.
I looked in on Casey L. Bond, author of “The Frenzy” Series, the “Keeper of Crows” Duology, Stand Alones “Insta Hate” (❤️🤓) and MayDay to finally meet her. She won “Best Serial Series” and “Book Trailer” at the award ceremony. Seriously, watch it and find out why. I looked for our joint picture on her page, and opted to instead use a picture of her and my new friend, Rachel. Sadly, I met Rachel a day and a half too late, but I hope for many book discussions and possible bookish trips down the road!
Finally, I got to meet the author of “The Casquette Girls” and “The Romeo Catchers”, Aly Arden. Vampires, Witches and New Orleans, oh my! I can only say my hair has a mind of its own and there was a tropical storm. Alys, on the other hand, is awesome in her purpleness.
It was such a great time, but I made one mistake. It was big. Huge *shaking my Julia Roberts shopping bags in my hands*. It was not knowing who Issac Marion is. He’s kind of a big deal. Have you watched a movie called “Warm Bodies”, or did you know it had been made into said movie. Yeah, me neither. After watching the movie on Netflix with his commentary, I had to get the book. Sadly, he had already sold out. If you’re interested in living inside a zombie’s head, which who isn’t, watch the movie.
That’s the highlight of my Utopiacon 2017. Sadly, this was also the last one, but Penned Con is coming up in September!
What is the future of BB&S? If the good people of the ‘Book have anything to say about it, I’ll be mostly talking to myself and the 10 or 12 of you seeing this. There’ll always be a presence on Facebook, but it’s looking like some changes need to be made. I’ll start to be more active on Instagram and this place called tumblr. Don’t confuse tumbler with the place called Tinder. Don’t be that person. Don’t be 🙋🏻. 🤦🏻♀️. 🤷🏻♀️, I’m old.
Series: Isa Fae Collection
Author: Angela Fristoe
Publisher: Fallen Sorcery
Cover Artist: K. De Long
Release Date: June 13, 2017
Romance Genre(s): Paranormal
Duty was all that mattered. Until he met her.
Thora has known only life on one side of the fence, sheltered in a village of half-breeds, free of the magic the witches and Fae crave. Yet, past the fence, the woods tempt her to discover what lies beyond the village. Nothing prepared her for what she’d find on the other side.
As a descendant to the Fae Queen Tatiana, Garrett has devoted his life to protecting the breeds. When he finds Thora in the woods, he promises her a new life in the Council run Sanctuary, safe from those who would abuse her.
But the Sanctuary holds dark secrets, and the haven Garrett promised is far more dangerous than the woods. As they work to unravel the deception of the Council, passion and duty collide, threatening the very lives Garrett swore to protect.
Garrett knew sacrifices would need to be made, he just never realized it could be the woman he’s claimed as his.
She thought going to the Sanctuary was what she wanted, what would make her happy, but in the woods she had Garrett. Once she left…she didn’t know what was out there for her.
The trees rustled, their leaves tickling the sides of the shield. Were they closing in? Did they know how badly she just wanted to stay here?
The touch of Garrett’s fingers against her arm caused her to jump, and she turned to him. He knew. His hand slid into the hair at her nape, cupping her head, and he lowered his eyes until they were level with hers. The intensity burning in them caused a delicious shiver to run through her.
“We need to do this, Thora,” he said, his voice low and calm. “The woods wait for no one.”
She didn’t think she could explain this to him. He was all she knew. All she had left. Would he even understand the fear that coursed through her at the thought of him leaving her?
“I don’t -”
The sudden press of his lips ended her hesitant words. He consumed her senses, and every thought she had evaporated as her eyes drifted shut and she pressed into him. His tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed hers, teasing her with the taste of him.
He pulled back, and she groaned in frustration as yet again she was left wanting more of him. Desire had been such a remote concept for her. She’d seen it shared between the couples in the village, even between her parents, but she’d never experienced passion until Garrett. Now that she had, she was reluctant to dismiss it so easily.
He untangled his hand from her hair and then locked his fingers with hers. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at him.
“We go now,” he said and pulled her along with him through the barrier.
Still reeling from his kiss, Thora followed him. The trees had shifted since she woke. Tightening ever so slightly, like her hesitation to leave had stirred them again. An unsettled feeling of suspicion dispelled the excitement Garrett’s kiss roused in her.
“Garrett? Why did you kiss me?”
He didn’t answer, just wove her through the trees and bushes toward the edge. They were only a few yards away, yet each step they took brought them no closer. Finally, Garrett stopped, and she rammed into his back. He twisted around to look down at her, and she gave him a nervous smile.
“I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I don’t want you to worry about the future. I won’t let anything happen to you, Thora.” He stroked his thumb in soothing circles along the back of her hand. “There is no place safer for you than the Sanctuary.”
The corners of his lips tipped up. “I promise.”
Angela Fristoe grew up in Alberta, Canada. She dreamed of becoming the next Dian Fossey or Jane Goodall until she realized she wasn’t all that keen on the outdoors or animals. Instead, she went into education and focused on helping struggling readers. Angela lives on Vancouver Island with her family, where she is pursuing her writing career while continuing her work in the education field.
To celebrate the release of Hunter, Angela is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card. For your chance to win, simply enter via the Rafflecopter below. The contest closes at midnight EST on June 24, 2017, and is open to entrants worldwide.