Origins Series Reviews...

Title: Origins Series 

Author: Jean Booth 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

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Choice (Origins, #1) 

It was chance, guided by the hands of a god that brought them together. Would their choice bind them, or be the cause of their destruction?

Natasha never believed that the fairy tales she read to her niece about supernatural beings were real. She read them to give her niece hope. She, herself, had all but given up on love, until the fateful day when she went scuba diving in the Bermuda Triangle and was thrust into a culture of people that’d change her life forever.

On a legendary island, she meets Raif, the shape shifting Warrior Chief of Atlantis, and her soul mate. Their attraction is instant, powerful and foretold by an oracle, centuries before Natasha was born. She struggles with the attraction, unwilling to believe in soul mates, and fraught with the desire to return to the surface where she can continue her monotonous life, free from the intense and confusing emotions she feels around Raif.

All his life, Raif’s searched for her. To have finally found her after so long, is a dream come true. Trouble is; this dream’s more of a nightmare that he can’t seem to find a way out of than the haven it’s supposed to be. His people have become complacent, and her arrival is the beginning of fulfilling an ancient prophesy; a prophesy that not too many are willing to see fulfilled, least of all, his king.

Together they’re faced with the most difficult choice of their lives: doom a hidden, mythical culture to eternal segregation, or sacrifice their love to reunite Atlantis with the rest of the world?

4 stars

I think this book was a good plot it just started off very slow.  She (Tasha) is going on a cruise and  the first person she runs into is her ex (Keith). She is still in love with him and they fall right into bed.  She drowns and from there she meets Raif in Atlantis.  They are soulmates.  She falls in love with him but can't stay with him. I am a HEA kind of girl ant this just does not have the ending I crave. Its a cliffhanger .

 

Changed (Origins, #2)

Vampires, Shape shifters, Necromancers, Supernatural Hunters - I sat in awe listening as Stephan, leader of the Vampire clans, told me about their culture. I'm glad he waited until now to tell me. I didn't believe the unbelievable was possible until I was mated to a powerful Shape shifter three months ago. After that, all sorts of crazy things started happening to me.

I've got to say, I'm a believer now.

4 Stars

Wow this book was shocking. All the secrets and lies that come to light just shocked me.  The shifter and the vampire are hot LOL.  I am too excited to read #3.

Created (Origins, 3)

Four hundred years ago, my life was destroyed. Everything I knew and loved was obliterated as my powers surged for the first time. My family, my home and my life were taken from me, in flames.

I was transformed against my will into an abomination, a dizzien of hell to forever walk the night, a vampire. For four hundred years I've walked this earth, the painful screams of my family a constant reminder of the monster I am.

I've never known love, or the gentle touch of a man. The only respite from the agony of my existence was the three hundred years spent with Stephan. Although, once She came, I was again tossed aside, shunned and ignored.

Never again!

I'm done with being condemned, suffering for the consequences of something I didn't know I was capable of. It's time I lived.

My name is Victoria, and this is my story.

5 stars

This is Victoria's story.  She is one of my favorite characters. She is a prisoner of Mnesues and she suffers at his hands between the beatings and putting people she loves in her untrained path( she burns them and later feeds from them).  He eventually turns her into a vampire.  I will not spoil it but I would read this book again.

Consumed (Origins, #4)

For three hundred years I lived with Stephan; learning about the culture forced upon me, growing as a pyrokinetic vampire and healing from Mneseus' century of abuse. Before Stephan's guidance and direction, I was an empty shell. His kindness, compassion and just beliefs showed me that there could be a life without pain. Over time, I learned to love again. Foolishly I believed Stephan and I would be partners, comfortable and content without half-life for eternity.

Then She came and ruined it.

I left them to find a place I could spend the rest of my lonely years. Mneseus' last words reverberated through the centuries, reminding me, I wasn't worthy of love. It would be now, when I finally resigned myself to an eternity of solitude, that I would find it.

Logan was everything I'd ever needed in a man, with one fatal flaw. Could I look past that, risking my heart, my future and his very life to be with him? Was love truly enough?

5 stars !!!

 This is the 2nd half of Victoria's story. Do not read this without reading created! Victoria finally gets her love when she meets Logan. What a pair they make!!! I was so excited reading this because if anyone deserves it, it's Victoria.you also get to see how Stephen and Tasha are :)

Envisioned (Origins, #4.5)

As leader of the wolves, Auto holds immense power and responsibility. He's Stephan's second, and his oldest friend. In truth he'd give it all up to find his mate, his Alma Xemelga.

Sage was plagued with nightmares of a wolf hunting in the Michigan forests. Drawn to the wolf for reasons she can't understand, she never spoke of these dreams... until she met him.

With Auto's secret in her hands, he wonders, can she accept him for what he truly is? And when he learns of her powerful, hidden talents, will she be able to accept herself?

Convergence (Origins, #5)

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The Lascivious Transformation 

Betrayed by her fiancé to the werewolves, transformed into one against her will and untrained by her maker, Kiera was then turned over to a faction of hunters that worked with the wolves to find a cure for Shifting. Unwilling, Kiera was subjected to an erotic and torturous retransformation into her human state. After all that, would she become human again? Would she ever find a man worthy of her love?

Author Bio:

JEAN BOOTH lives in Nevada with her husband and cats. When she's not out risking her neck on the back of her motorcycle, she enjoys the more calm activities of reading, gardening, and spending time with her friends and family. She has worked in health care for most of her adult life before deciding to finally share the stories that have been living in her head. 

To see what’s coming soon in your favorite series visit www.jeanbooth.com.

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Dead Dreams Review...

Dead Dreams

By Emma Right

Blurb: 

Eighteen-year-old Brie O’Mara has so much going for her: a loving family in the sidelines, an heiress for a roommate, and dreams that might just come true. Big dreams--of going to acting school, finishing college and making a name for herself. She is about to be the envy of everyone she knew. What more could she hope for? Except her dreams are about to lead her down the road to nightmares. Nightmares that could turn into a deadly reality.

Dead Dreams, Book 1, a young adult psychological thriller and contemporary mystery.

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Prologue & Chapter 1

Prologue

They say each dead body, a human corpse, has

a scent all of its own, a sweet-sour smell. A cadaver

dog picks up the odor as clearly as a mother recognizes a

photo

of her child. Of course,

I wouldn’t know, for I am no dog. I might as well have been, the way I’d stooped to yield to my basic instincts. My mind wandered to her,

what her unique smell would be when, and if, they ever were

to find her.

  

After what happened, I decided to write out the events that led to that day and details in case I’d missed something, or might need it for defense, or in case they found me dead.

My relatives might

need to piece together

the things that had spiraled out of control, if they wanted to put me to rest, to forget me altogether. That would be least painful for them. I nodded to myself as I sat in the car.

I thought of my most favorite girl in the world: Lilly. At least

Lilly’d have my dog,

Holly, to remember me

by. 

My friends used to call me Brie, short for Brianna.

But, I could hardly count anyone a friend any more. I’d have to resort to

back-watching if I wanted to survive.

 Chapter One

It started on a warm April afternoon. Gusts of wind blew against the oak tree right outside my kitchen balcony, in my tiny apartment in Atherton,

California. Sometimes the branches that touched the side

of the building made scraping noises. The yellow

huckleberry flowers twining their way across my

apartment balcony infused the

air

with sweetness.

My mother had insisted, as

was her tendency on most things, I take the pot of wild huckleberry, her housewarming gift, to my new two-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t really new, just new to me, as was the entire experience of living separately,

away from my  family, and the prospect of having a roommate, someone who could be a best friend, something I’d dreamed of since I

finished high school

and debuted into adulthood.

“Wait for me by the curb,” my mother said, her

voice blaring from the phone even though I didn’t set her

on speaker. “You need to eat better.” Her usual punctuation at the

end

of her orders.

So, I

skipped down three flights of steps and headed

toward the side of the apartment building to await my

mother’s gift of the evening, salad in an á la chicken style,

her insistent recipe to cure me of bad eating habits. At

least it wasn’t chicken soup double-boiled till the bones

melted, I consoled myself.

I hadn’t waited long when a vehicle careened round

the corner. I heard it first, that high-pitched screech of brakes wearing thin when the driver rammed his foot

against it. From the corner of my eye, even before I turned to face it, I saw the blue truck. It rounded the bend where Emerson Street met Ravenswood, tottered before

it righted itself and headed

straight at me.

I took three steps back, fell and scrambled to get

back up as the vehicle like a giant bullet struck the

sidewalk I had only  seconds ago stood on. The driver must have lost control, but when he hit the sidewalk it

slowed the vehicle enough so he could bridle his speed and

manage the truck as he continued to careen down the street.

My mother arrived

a half minute later but she had seen it all. Like superwoman, she leaped out of her twenty-year-old Mercedes and rushed toward me, all

breathless and blonde hair disheveled.

“Are you all right?” She

reached

out to help me up.

“Yes, yes,” I said, brushing the dirt off my yoga pants.

“Crazy driver. Brie, I just don’t know about this

business of you staying alone here like this.” She walked back to her white Mercedes, leaned in the open window,

and

brought out a casserole dish piled high with something green.

Make that several shades of

green.

I followed her, admittedly winded.“Seriously, Mom.

It’s just one of those things. Mad drivers could happen anywhere

I live.”

She gave me no end of grief as to what a bad idea it was for me to live alone like this even though she knew I was going to get

a roommate.

“Mom, stop worrying,” I said.

“You’re asking

me to stop

being your mother,

I hope

you realize this.”

“I’ll find someone dependable by the end of the

week, I promise.” No way I was going back to live at

home. Not that I came

from

a bad home environment. But

I had my reasons.

I had advertised on Craig’s List, despite my mother’s protests that only scum would answer “those

kinds of ads.”

Perhaps there was some truth to Mother’s biases, but I wouldn’t exactly call Sarah McIntyre scum. If she was, what

would that make me?

Sarah’s father had inherited the family “coal” money. Their ancestors had emigrated from Scotland

(where else, with a name like McIntyre, right?) in the

early 1800s and bought an entire mountain (I kid you

not) in West Virginia. It was a one-hit wonder in that the

mountain hid a coal fortune under it, and hence the McIntyre Coal Rights Company was born. This was the

McIntyre claim to wealth, and also a source of remorse

and guilt for Sarah, for supposedly dozens of miners working for them had lost their lives due to the business, most to lung cancer or black lung, as it was commonly called. Hazards of the occupation.

And then there were cave-ins, which presented

another set of drama

altogether, Sarah said.

I sat across from her, the coffee table between us, in the small living room during our first meeting. “So, that’s why you’re not on talking terms with your family? Because of

abuses of the

coal company? ” I asked.

We sipped hot cocoa and sat cross-legged in the

crammed living room, which also doubled as the dining

space. I’d never interviewed anyone before, although I’d

read tips on the

Internet.

“I just don’t want to be reminded anymore,” she

said, twirling her dark ringlets round and round on her pointer finger.

“But, it’s not entirely your dad’s fault

those people died of

lung problems.”

“I guess, but I just want to get away, you understand? Anyway, I’m almost twenty-one now. That’s

three years too late for moving out and establishing my

own space.” She took tiny sips of the cocoa, both hands cupping the mug

as if she were cold.

I walked to the thermostat and upped the

temperature. A slight draft still stole in from a gap in the

balcony sliding door I always kept open a crack to let the air circulate.

“So, your family’s okay with you living here? In

California? In this apartment

that’s

probably smaller than your bathroom?

With a stranger?”

“First off, it’s none of their business. Secondly, you and I won’t stay strangers.” Sarah flashed me a grin.

“Besides, I’m tired of big houses with too many rooms to

get lost in. And, have you lived

in West Virginia?”

I shook my head. The farthest I’d been was Nevada

when we went for our family annual ski vacation. “I heard it’s pretty.”

“If you like hot, humid summers and bitter cold

winters. So, do I pass?

As

a roommate?”

She looked about at the ceiling. I wondered if she noticed the dark web in the corner and the lack of

cornices and crown moldings. I was sure I smelled mold in the living room, too. But I wasn’t in a position to

choose. Sarah was.

“As long as you’re not a psychopath and can pay

rent.” I returned

her smile.

“I don’t know about the psychopath part.” She

shrugged and displayed her white, evenly-spaced teeth. “But here’s my bank account.” She tossed me a navy blue booklet with gilded edges and with golden words “Bank

of America” on the cover.

I fumbled as I caught it and was unsure what to do. “Should I peek?”

“Go on.” She gestured, flicking her

fingers at

me as if

I were a stray cat afraid to take a morsel of her offering.

“No secrets. I can

well afford to pay rent.

And, I’m a stable individual.”

I flipped the first few pages and saw the numerous transactions in lumps my parents, who were by no means poor, would have gasped at. The last page registered the numbers: under deposits, $38,000. My

eyes scanned the row of numbers and realized that the sum $38,000 came

up every sixth of the

month.

My mouth must have been open for she said, “You can stop gawking. It’s only my trust fund. It comes to me regardless of where I am, or where I stay. So, do I make the cut?”

I handed the bank book back. We discussed the

house rules: no smoking;

no

drugs, and that included pot; no boyfriend sleepovers or wild parties, which was a clause in my landlord’s lease; and Sarah was to hand me

her share of the rent, a mere $800 a month, on the

twenty-eighth of every month, since I was the main renter and she the sub-letter.

She didn’t want anything down on paper—no checks, no contracts, and no way

of tracing things back to her, she’d stressed

a few times.

She fished in her Louis Vuitton and handed me a brown paper bag, the kind kids carry their school lunches in. I peeked inside and took out a stash of what looked like a wad of papers bundled together with a rubber band. Her three-month share of the deposit, a

total of twenty-four crisp hundred-dollar bills. They had

that distinct new-bank-notes-smell

that spoke of luxury.

I gulped down my hot chocolate. “Why all the secrecy? I hope your parents will at least know your

address.” I said as I wrapped up the interview. I could

understand not wanting parents breathing down her

neck, but as long as they didn’t insist on posting a guard at the door, what was the harm of them knowing where

she lived?

Sarah glanced about the room as if afraid the neighbors might have their ears pinned to the walls, listening.

She leaned forward and, her face expressionless,

said

softly, “My parents are

dead.”

Reviewed by Cindy:

18 year old Brie is finally on her own for the first time, and wants to prove she is independent. She is working two jobs. She is enrolled in college, and has big dreams of being a famous actress. However, Brie is also very naïve. While looking for a roommate she meets Sarah, a wealthy heiress. Brie just takes Sarah’s word and trusts her. I found myself questioning Sarah and her motives from the start. We discover Sarah is hiding from her brother and uncle. (or so she says) I mean things just didn’t add up with her. There are some crazy twists and turns that will leave you dizzy and confused. There are so many different mysteries coming to light. Dead Dreams is a very fast paced read. I was left scratching my head and asking myself WTH a lot ? Dead Dreams is a true psychological mystery. I had never read anything by Emma Right before, however I finished Dead Dreams very impressed with her writing. I can’t wait until the second book in this series. Hopefully then I will find some answers to all the questions I have. If your looking for an interesting, suspenseful, psychological mystery then definitely read Dead Dreams. While I enjoyed reading Dead Dreams there were some things I didn’t enjoy. I was left feeling confused many times. I have so many unanswered questions. I also didn’t realize that Dead Dreams was going to leave off in a cliffhanger. Hell what a cliffy it was. There isn’t anything much worse then being left hanging in the dark. I just wish that Ms. Right had given us one longer book. I give it 3 1/2 stars and look forward to reading the second book.

About the Author

Emma Right is a happy wife and home school mother of five living in the Pacific West Coast of the USA. Besides running a busy home, and looking after their five pets, which includes two cats, two bunnies and a long-haired dachshund, she also writes stories for her children. When she doesn't have her nose in a book, she is telling  her kids to get theirs in one.

Right worked as a copywriter for two major advertising agencies and won several awards, including the prestigious Clio Award for her ads, before she settled down to have children.

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