Monday, December 23, 2013

Hunky Day No. Ten @SelenaBlake #REVIEW #HUNKYDAYS

Happiest of Holiday Wishes from our Guilty Indulgence family to you and yours! As the madness of the holiday season is upon us - we want to thank you for taking a break from your busy schedules to celebrate our Fourth Annual Happy Hunky Days with us.  After a year of ups and downs, isn't it great to take the time to foster those guilty indulgences that make it all just a little bit easier. Hopefully you will find a great read, possibly win some great prizes and definitely enjoy some ho-ho-hot eye candy!  May your days be filled with friends and family and, of course, fabulous reads to revive and relax!

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Fangs, Fur and Misteltoe by Selena Blake

Vampiress Coco Jeffres has one week to get her mojo back. After a long sexual drought, Mystic Isle, the exclusive pleasure playground for paranormals, is just what the doctor ordered. For once she's choosing lust over love. 

Tall, dark, and oh-so-handsome werewolf Grayson West is well versed in the arts of war and women. He's got one week to blow off some steam before he heads back into the field and he's more than willing to help a lady find her inner vixen. 

Especially when she's the same beautiful blue eyed vamp he met one hundred years ago and has never been able to forget. They were once sworn enemies, pulled apart by war. Now they're lovers. But history has a way of rearing its ugly head and their new relationship will have to stand up to the test of loyalty, friendship and even time itself. 

Warning: includes a sexy werewolf, a slightly exhibitionist vampire, hot beach sex, seductive sex against a palm tree, and a scorching hot 100 year old romance in the making. 

Don't miss the second and third books in the series. Search for: A Werewolf to Call Her Own & Games Demons Play 


As much as a gal can crave traditional holiday stories, there's something to be said for the exotic and utterly sensual worlds of the paranormal!  Selena Blake certainly knows paranormal - with her Stormy Weather series dazzling readers (yummy hot hot Cajun weres) and now with her Mystic Isle series.  How can you not stay warm on a cold winter night with the fiery hot passion of a vamp and a werewolf and their karmic connection?

Coco comes to Mystic Isle with her vampire BFF's for a little R&R and, more specifically, to get her groove back.  She is hardly prepared to reconnect with the werewolf warrior she had a "moment" with a century before.  Greyson knows in an instant Coco must be his - and go for it he does!  To say this story is all heated snippets of passion is to miss the mark - this world building story prepares the reader to kick off a whole new series - and the characters, both primary and secondary are fascinating and multi-dimensional.  But lest you think otherwise, it is seriously sexy and super charged with erotic romance.

I look forward to more stories to come - especially the wounded and emotionally scared Izzy. Certainly Ms. Blake has created a series worth investing in and Mystic Isle appears to fill the bill for those looking to let their imaginations roam as supernaturals frolic in the moonlight!

I give this tasty little treat four chocolate dipped strawberries!  Many thanks.


“I remember everything,” she whispered, her fangs lengthening. 

“This?” he whispered, a large hand splaying across her lower back. Hot. Strong. Possessive. Pulling her closer until their hips brushed. 

“Yes.” The word came out as a hiss. 

He took her hand and laid it over his heart. The organ beat out a steady rhythm against her palm. She soaked in the heat of his skin, the strength of his chest. 

“And this?” he asked, his deep voice seducing her as easily as his touch. 


She remembered the sound of his heartbeat thundering in her ears. His pulse, visible in the strong artery in his neck. She’d wanted to taste his blood, sink her fangs into him as he entered her. 

She still wanted that. 

He cupped her cheek with his other hand and dipped his head. The light from a nearby lamppost lit his eyes. Just as they had all those years ago, his irises flared, and for the briefest of seconds she thought that maybe he could see to the depth of her soul. No one, not even Valencia and certainly not Dmitri, had ever studied her so intensely. 

“And this?” he murmured again, their lips less than a centimeter apart. 

She smelled whiskey on his breath, one more memory of this night. All she had to do was close the distance and find out if he kissed as well as he did in her dreams. 

Just like that night on the battlefield, his thumb traced her jaw line. And just like that night, desire warred with the knowledge that they were not destined to be together. 

But she hadn’t come to Mystic Isle for together-forever. She’d come for hot-shout-my-name-sex. She’d come here… to come. 

So this time when he glanced back and forth, staring so deeply into her eyes, gauging her response, she let her lips do the talking.

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