4 Stars, Decadent Publishing, M. Limoges, Paranormal Romance, Reviewed by Lana

Review: Naming His Mate by M. Limoges

Title: Naming His Mate

Author: M. Limoges

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 67 Pages

At a Glance: Naming His Mate is a perfect, quick read for anyone in need of some werewolf infusion.

Reviewed By: Lana

Blurb: Small-town sheriff, Mike Hadley, would love to experience a headache-free day for once in his life. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen anytime soon. While investigating a rash of disappearances and dealing with his ornery lover, he’s thrown into a whole new world he never imagined existed.

Damien Marks has finally found a place to call home in Los Lobos, South Dakota, with the Black Hills Pack. He also stumbles across something he never thought he would—his mate. Falling hard, he decides he needs to come clean and tell the truth. But will his sexy lover accept what he is?

Embroiled in a potentially dangerous situation, both men have to decide where their loyalties lie—with duty or love?

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Review: I finally got my hands on a shifter story, and I have to say this short werewolf tale is hot and to the point! Hot alpha werewolf and a human sheriff make for an explosive combination.

Mike Hadley is the sheriff of a small South Dakota town. He’s investigating the disappearance of some men, and it leads him to a remote town that’s populated by shifters. But, he doesn’t know it. They are none too friendly. His life is complicated more by his mysterious boyfriend Damien Marks. Why, you ask? Because he’s also a shifter and Mike’s mate. But, Mike doesn’t know that either. Mike gets tangled up with a shady businessman and gets nearly killed, but his wolf swoops in to rescue him.

The story is not complicated and is predictable, but I didn’t care because I fell in love with Mike and Damien. Damien is a sexy, possessive shifter who will do anything for his mate, and Mike is your typical good ole boy who’s also alpha but will roll over for his man. Their connection jumps off the page, even in this short story. This is the perfect fantasy, and I wish it were longer.

Naming His Mate hit all my shifter buttons. It’s a perfect, quick read for anyone in need of some werewolf infusion, but will leave you wanting more.

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Guest Post, Excerpt, and Giveaway: The Everybody Hates Fruitcake Blog Tour With Deanna Wadsworth

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Does size really matter?

Get your mind out of the gutter, folks!

I’m talking about the length of your holiday stories not wieners!!

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So back to the question, does the size of a holiday book effect whether or not you purchase or read it? Do you like short stories, novellas, or novels? All of the above? Or do you not care at all? Continue reading

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A Look Back At The 4th Of July – A GRL Guest Post And Giveaway From Deanna Wadsworth

2014GRL_BlogTour_sq200x200As we finish up our holiday weekend, it’s interesting to take a look back at one of our country’s biggest 4th of July celebrations, the Bicentennial in 1976.

My novel EASY RYDER takes place over that weekend, back in a time when a lot of changes were happening in the world, but a lot slower than they do nowadays, especially within the gay community. I bet Snake and Michael never thought same sex marriage would be legal in 18 states—well, maybe Michael would have. :) He is the optimist of the two of them. Continue reading

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Deanna Wadsworth, Decadent Publishing

Countdown To Christmas With Jack Frost – 23 Days And Counting – And There’s A Giveaway!



Hi, I’m Jack Frost. You may have heard of me, or cursed me when you had to scrape snow off your car in the morning, or maybe you read my story in A GIFT FOR SANTA, written by Deanna Wadsworth in THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series from Decadent Publishing.

I have no idea how Deanna and Jorge were able to talk me into writing this stupid blog, but I could be doing a million other things—like brewing up a nice blizzard to hit Sheboygan. Or sending a freak snow storm to southern Georgia. I really love fucking with those southerners who can’t drive in snow. Every time they get a sprinkle of the white stuff, entire cities shut down.

It’s hi-lar-i-ous!

That might make me sound like a jerk, but well? I am a jerk. Proud of it, too.

But seriously, this is a really busy time of year for me so I’m only writing this blog for Nicky. Yup, that’d be good ol’ St. Nick, Santa Claus, or Father Christmas to the rest of you folks. Nicky is my lover and we’ve been rusticating at his North Pole Workshop for a few months, and it’s going surprisingly great. Though I hate doing crap like this blog, Nicky has his ways of making it all worthwhile in the bedroom. I can’t tell you any more than that, because I gotta keep it clean. He wouldn’t appreciate me sharing any of his moves. But believe me he has deliciously evil ways to get me to do the things he wants. I’m getting a little hot just thinking about it!

Back to business….Jorge asked me to update folks on what’s going on here in Nicky’s Workshop, not talk about what a dynamo Santa is in the sack.

So here goes:

1. Nicky is out in the stables every day, all day so when he comes back to our room, he stinks like reindeer. Not sexy.

2. The elves are running around like a bunch of little lunatic’s, rushing to load the sleigh with toys and generally working like crazy. It’s highly entertaining to watch.

3. Frieda is prancing around secretively, trying to plan her big party. She still thinks Nicky has no idea about it. Damn, that girl is a dingdong.

4. The Christmas Cookie Baking School Nicky started has now perfected beer cookies. Weird, right? To my surprise, they’re actually pretty good.

5. Then there’s me. I don’t do last minute, so I planned out all my winter storms months ago so everybody out there in the world can have a white Christmas. If you don’t get one, don’t bitch to me, though. A winter sprite can only do so many snowfalls a year, and I gotta spread it around for proper climate control, ya know?

Now I just gotta sit back and watch over my storms, anxiously awaiting December 26, Boxing Day. Christmas will be over and I will have all of Nicky’s attention. At least for a little while. Come January, and it’s all Christmas all the time.

Yes, I’m man enough to admit I’m still jealous of Nicky’s holiday. But hey, I’m working on it. At least I haven’t frosted anybody to death since I’ve been with Nicky. That’s progress.

Anyways, that’s my report. You’re welcome, Jorge and Deanna. And thanks for hosting me, Novel Approach.

If you enjoy the Countdown to Christmas blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Wednesday there will be a new post by an elf named Pip at Hank Edwards‘ blog.

Before I sign off, make sure you enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the Rafflecopter entry box below.

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Then check out this exclusive excerpt from the latest chapter about those horny elves in FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH just for The Novel Approach readers, and featuring yours truly.

~Jack

FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Naughty North Pole Book Four
By Deanna Wadsworth

Blurb:

Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.

On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!

When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?

One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!

EXCERPT:

Holding my breath, I knocked on the big guy’s door, fabricating excuses for my behavior while I waited. Name-calling as a means of communication with one’s team members was not acceptable behavior in the North Pole, and I had the feeling I was about to get a stern talking-to.

“Who is it?” Santa called.

“It’s Lars, sir,” I said. “You sent for me?”

Sudden scurrying on the other side of the door gave me pause. Then the rumble of Jack Frost’s deep, accented voice met my ears.

Oh for fuck’s sake, Santa was getting farewell nookie before the launch!

Upon hearing the hasty sounds of interrupted coitus, a surge of jealousy swept through me. This was the last thing I needed. Since Mike disappeared, my jealousy of every happy couple had amplified exponentially. Too busy for a hook-up, I had a feeling sex wouldn’t fix anything, anyway. Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try my damndest to make sex work tonight at Ms. Claus’s party. I needed to get fucking laid, if just to improve my mood. If it didn’t happen soon, I might literally bite someone’s head off.

The office door opened, and Santa stood before me, white-blond hair disheveled and cheeks flushed. He looked a million shades of sexy—per his usual. “Hello, Lars. Won’t you come in?”

I had the decency not to mention his sweater was inside out.

Cool as the ice that froze up my conveyor belts every other day, Jack Frost sat on the couch beside Santa’s desk, as if nothing had occurred. One long leg was crossed over his knee, and his arms were draped lazily across the top of the couch. A streak of ice blue hair swept through his black waves, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by the way it fell in his matching blue eyes. As always, an accompanying coldness permeated the air around the sprite and I suppressed a shiver.

“Hello, Santa,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. I nodded at his partner. “Mr. Frost.”

“Mister” seemed to be the appropriate respect for the source of all things winter. He could be a sadistic son-of-a-bitch, and I didn’t relish the notion of waking up one morning buried under a pile of snow. He lived here at the North Pole now and I did my best to avoid crossing his path. No need to end up on his radar if I could help it.

“Lars, I need you to get this to Sugar Plum Ridge.” Santa held out a small Christmas present the size of a shoebox, wrapped in gold foil paper. A red velvet ribbon had been tied into a big bow on top and twirly green streamers completed the perfect gift.

“Okay, when do you need it there?” Though taken aback by the random request, I accepted the gift. Why hadn’t he sent it down to my department with an assistant?

Santa gave me a long look, his blue eyes boring into mine. “I need you to take it there tonight.”

“Tonight?” I blurted out.

He nodded. “Yes. You’ve heard of my old reindeer handler, Rudolph?”

“Yeah?” I drew out the word, suspicious of where he was going with this.

“Well, he needs that gift tonight.” Santa glanced at his gorgeous partner. “What time, Jack? Midnight?”

The winter sprite nodded. I could only conjecture the meaning of his cocky grin.

“It’s very important, Lars. I want you to get a sleigh and head up to Rudolph’s ASAP. I can think of no one else to trust with such a special assignment.”

While the compliment was whipped cream on a shit sundae, no matter how inconvenient the task, I would never tell Santa no. No one could.

“Of course. But if I have to be there by midnight, that means I have to leave, um…like now. What if something happens in the Mail Department while I’m gone?” I tried to contain my annoyance. Maybe he should have asked me to do this earlier instead of sitting around with Jack Frost’s fingers up his ass.

Oh, yeah, I definitely needed to get laid if I was getting perturbed with Santa Claus.

About the Author:

Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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This Is A Trio Of Holiday Sexy By Deanna Wadsworth


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“It doesn’t matter if you’re 20, 40, 60, 80, or 100. Embrace your sexy-ass self and express it!” ― Steve Maraboli




Pip’s Boxing Day Wish

Summary:

Having been sent to the North Pole with the Santa’s Little Helpers outreach programme as a child, Pip has always worried what the other inhabitants of Christmas’s homeland thought of him. But after spending a heated Christmas with two other elves, selected from Ms Claus’s super sexy list, Pip is even more worried. He didn’t mean for everyone to think he was just another guy trying to get his sugar-balls off. Pip wants love and a boyfriend, and that pretty much makes up his Christmas list.

When Santa employs the elf for a super important Christmas mission, Pip is over the moon. But his guide on that mission is to be someone he shared mind-blowing sex with for the randy Ms Claus at that fateful Christmas party. Judging by the looks he’s getting, Pip is sure that this elf thinks of him like all the rest do. Could he be wrong? Could this mission turn things around and grant Pip his Boxing Day Wish?

Review:

I will start this review by saying that this is the second instalment of Ms Wadsworth’s endearing Christmas tale from the Naughty North Pole (the first was a tale of Ms Claus and so I skipped it and went straight for the man-on-man section of the holiday romp). Naturally, coming in at a later stage in a tale is always tricky, as some parts of the fable are missed, but true to her style, Deanna Wadsworth has all bases covered and leads the reader by the hand and straight into the fantasy with all questions answered. Next, I will commend the author for taking a story that has been an institution for hundreds of years and giving it a fresh and original take. What Twilight did for vampire lore, Wadsworth has done for the candy coated tradition of the classic Christmas stories of yore. To summarise, the team at the North Pole are derived from Norse mythology, Santa and Ms Claus being descendants of a God and thus, their power inherited. The elves in this story are not the little people with curly toed booties; instead, they are light and dark elves who have been sworn to the cause from their distant lands. Think Legalos instead of Willow, and you are getting the right idea.

For me, this story was quite a delight to read, despite being an erotica story, which is something I don’t generally get involved with. But lucky enough, I’m a Christmas junkie, so I liked it anyway. Whilst still capturing the essence of the holiday, the author has delivered a great little tale of life at the top of the world, with characters that we can all relate to. The dark and brooding elf, Erik, seemed complex and stoic. Light elf Lars was cocky and arrogant. And then there is Pip. Pip for me was the epitome of the holiday, his playful nature and childlike ponderings slotting perfectly into a holiday tale of finding love where you least expect it. However, his innocence may or may not have made the sexual parts of this story a little hard to swallow (much like the candy-cane flavoured orgasms these little guys seem so fond of exchanging). But ultimately, I couldn’t help but love each of these characters, all so different yet all so familiar at the same time.

The stories progression was executed with precision and delivered gift wrapped in colourful words that truly embraced the reader. Each little event was planned and delivered down the chimney of my imagination and for the short time it took to ingest the tale, I was right there, knee deep in snow, playing games and riding reindeer with the fictional offerings. This story also served to be an introduction to the character of Nick (that’s Santa Claus to you and me) and give us just a little teaser of what’s to come when Old St Nick (who is more like an Abercrombie model) takes the reins.

This tale is not meant to be taken seriously; it was written in good humour with an erotic twist that had me finishing reading it in no time at all. Whilst it sated the dirtier side of my mind, it also made me excited for the impending holiday festivities. If you want some light-hearted Christmas cheer, then this series is right for you. Though the thought of peanut butter flavoured spunk repulses me, this addition to the prolific works of Ms Wadsworth left me hungry for more. Luckily, Santa hears all our wishes and is delivering me another story, his own story, from the Naughty North Pole.

While this wasn’t my favourite instalment from the series, it still did the trick for me. 3.5 glistening snowflakes for Pip and his sexy Boxing Day wish.

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A Gift for Santa

Summary:

As a young man, Nick watched as the party boomed, his eyes fixed on the handsome weather sprite as he painted images on the window in ice. The two men bonded, their attraction building into the perfect kiss. And then Jack walked away. Decades later and Nick is still smarting from the rejection, his heart still longing for Jack Frost the way it had when he was younger. So when Jack approaches him on the street, Nick cannot deny the attraction is still roaring between them. Almost on a dare, they retreat to a nearby hotel and indulge in the pent up sex they missed out on as young men. But Jack’s frosty outer layer has always been their biggest obstacle, and Nick is left out in the cold once again. How could Nick feel so strongly for a man who hates everything he stands for? What kind of man hates Christmas?

Review:

After reading the light-hearted prequel to this Christmas jaunt, I was not expecting what I read in this short novella. I was expecting scenes of sex and blazing lust with a twist of good humour. But as with most great writers, Deanna Wadsworth set to shading outside the lines in this beautifully romantic erotic tale that left me pining right there with Nick. Nick, for those of you who don’t realise, is actually Santa Claus, only much younger looking, with an athletic body and sans beard. Both Nick and Jack being God-like characters of mythology make a perfect match for each other, and their tale has so many levels that I was taken in and cosied up with the men within the first page. Wadsworth transcended the genre when she put this story together, and the best part about this was the romance that, I must admit, had me shed a tear or two throughout.

It might seem a little tacky to make jolly old Santa a hot and sexy guy, but with the twisting etymology of his roots, based in ancient mythology in this case, the character stood as a beacon for the old ways, whilst still embracing the traditional values of the holiday. It was like reading that same jolly giant but with much more sex appeal. And what made it better? Santa was holding out for the man he loved and had not made love to another in decades. Jack seemed to be the opposite of Nick; dark where Nick is light, smooth where Nick is hairy, bitter where Nick is optimistic. He literally had his frost sewn into the fabric of his character and together, the two men made a duo of unexpected yet completely natural antithesis. From very early on, it was clear that Jack’s dislike of the holiday was more than just his razor tongue and his ingrained cold veneer. There was more bubbling beneath the surface.

This book also saw the return of some of our previous beloved cast; Nick’s half sister, the optimistic elf Pip, the jaded elf Lars. This is what I love from a series. It takes great skill to interweave characters like this, but Wadsworth seemed to do it effortlessly and it flowed perfectly like a fresh glass of eggnog, right down my gullet and warming me all the way.

Now let’s talk sex. For an author known for her raunchy plot twists and tangles of heated flesh splaying out across the page, this addition actually saw a tenderness I was not expecting. The sex was slower, more calculated and appreciated as something more than just body contact. That’s not to say it wasn’t hot as hell (or cold as ice). Here’s a hint…Jack can make anything out of frost, including things shaped like a cock. I‘m still reeling from that little treat. I also found the fight for sexual dominance very intriguing, as both characters were rooted in typical views of masculinity, and having them fight for the upper hand was both increasingly erotic and so typically alpha male. A lot of time and thought clearly went into the creation of this power struggle, and it backed the story up magnificently.

Ultimately, what we have here is a Christmas tale that transcends the norm. It is a tale of want and desire and the complexities of a love that won’t diminish through time. It was effortlessly easy to get drawn in and impossible to escape the feelings between these two men. And to top it all off, it was a very original take on all our Christmas traditions. I strongly recommend this book. Read it by the fire with a cup of peppermint hot chocolate and the Christmas tree lights illuminating the room. A 4.5 snowflake addition to a cracking Christmas series. Deanna Wadsworth has truly outdone herself. And she isn’t stopping there. Keep your eyes peeled for the next installment.

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Fun and Games with Rudolph

Summary:

Ever since that fateful night where Lars was picked from Ms. Claus’s list, the light elf has had the niggling feeling that something big is missing from his life. After countless one-nighters and the ease of sex from the newly developed Elf4Elf app, Lars could have any ass he wanted. But his correspondence with an elf over the app has led him to break his cardinal rule; no repeats.

Something about Mike has him hooked. So when Mike abandons his daily messaging, Lars is back in his slump.

At Santa’s request, Lars sets out across the snow to Sugar Plum Ridge on a mission to deliver a Christmas gift to the shamed elf Rudolph, who has put himself into isolation after the embarrassing events of his failure to breed flying reindeer with glowing noses. A storm traps the two men together on the ridge, and what should have been a night of magical Christmas cheer, might just turn into something neither elf had ever dreamed.

Review:

Book four in the Naughty North Pole series, Fun and Games with Rudolph, is the story of Lars, a light elf who has popped into all the previous books. Lars has a reputation for being quite the cad, using and abusing his conquests before kicking them to the dirt. I liked the way this characters ambiguous thoughts on relationships were hinted at in the earlier stories, and when we meet Lars, the reader already feels they know a thing or two about the detached Lothario. Whilst we have been trained to dislike this character, being inside this elf’s mind gives the reader a view of the softer side of Lars and uses the exposure to Ms Claus’s powerful pheromones as the stimulus that opened his eyes to a new way of thinking.

I was quite fond of the introduction of Elf4Elf, a newly developed dating app created by Pip, one of our former protagonists who found love in book two. This not only modernized the story, but truly gave Lars the means to have all the loveless flings he wanted, which were what started him to questioning his motives for his detachment. On the app, Lars meets Mike, and the two strike up an inexplicable bond that suddenly breaks one night after Lars asks to see Mike’s face (after performing a particularly raunchy sex act on video).

It was just good fun. This whole book was a silly, sexy jaunt through the snow and I liked it a lot. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who Mike was and it didn’t take long for Lars to find him, but it was sweet and endearing and I liked it all the same. Rudolph was a very complex character, made almost stubbornly to accommodate Lars’s sexual thirst. I choose to think of it as a match made in heaven, when in actual fact it was just a way that Lars could stay true to himself and have all the sex he wanted since Rudolph didn’t think monogamy was such a big deal. I’m not a huge fan of open relationship stories in my romance. I mean, I don’t see the point. But for the sake of these characters, one insatiable sex fiend and one hermit with a kinky side, this arrangement was the best they were going to get.

I think this book stuttered after being released following the epic love story of Nick and Jack. It was never going to compare when its predecessor was a romantic tale of the fathers of winter, but it was good fun nonetheless. Wadsworth used Nick and Jack’s tale as a way to manipulate Lars and Rudolph into their version of an HEA and did so with good humor, excellent adventure and a whole lot of sex. These two characters seemed made for each other, two outcasts finding love against the odds. Not my favorite book in the series, but definitely a good, fun read. 3 stars for this unconventional holiday romance.








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The Headless Horseman Rides Again In “The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow”



“He would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together.” – Washington Irving


I remember reading The Legend of Sleepy Hollow when I was younger, but it wasn’t quite like this. I loved how the author took this classic and made it her own.

Ichabod Crane is a geeky schoolteacher trying to better his place in life by getting the hand of a the wealthy girl in town. He has no interest her, just the land and money he would gain. Now mind you, I wasn’t too happy with Ichabod wanting to marry someone only for their money and property. I felt he was shallow and self serving. But I guess you have to do what you have to do.
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