Friday, January 20, 2017

Promotional Post: Blood of the Sphinx by J. Johanis #Excerpt #Review #Giveaway

Author: J.Johanis
Book: Blood of the Sphinx
Series: Virgin Kings #1
Self Published
Publication Date: December 19, 2016
Length: 98 pages

Reviewed by Meredith


Enter Sasha's dark world where half-naked warriors fight in the arena for sexual dominance.

Son of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar, Sasha is the king of kings. He’s the pharaoh, and he’s supposed to be the most powerful man in Egypt, but he’s convinced there’s something wrong with him. Maybe he’s in heat or maybe he’s just cursed, but no pharaoh should have such an insatiable need to be mated by another man. Even worse, the man he desires has never shown an inkling of interest in him.

When the young pharaoh finds himself the sole ruler of Egypt and under siege by the Romans, he has to find a way to deal with the desires consuming him or all will be lost.


I would 100% say this is a fantasy more than anything else. By the title you get the gist of the time period but the history isn’t perfectly accurate and it’s not supposed to be. It’s the time of Antony & Cleopatra when Octavius and the Romans defeated her and her armies and stormed the cities and palace of Alexandria. You know the story so I won’t make this a history lesson. If you know how it ended for Cleopatra than you'll see where J. Johanis deviates for a good reason.

The Pharaoh in this, Sasha, is pretty dang powerful… Even if his people don’t see it. But he has “unconventional needs” and that’s where his best friend and personal guard, Adrian, comes in… at least he hopes.

I’ve read everything (I think) that J. Johanis has ever written. Her work is that of dark erotica. I’m aware this isn’t everyone’s thing but for me she does it in such a fascinating way I can’t stop reading if I tried. Not everyone achieves their goal in books like these but she did in this one.

I’m thrilled to see it’s the start of a series and I’m eager for more. Even though it’s a novella it packs a punch and has a lot of story in this. Put aside your knowledge of history (to a certain degree) and see the fantasy and erotic passion of this tale by J. Johanis. 

This, like all her books, is very entertaining and page turning.


“The blood of the sphinx runs through my veins,” Sasha said as he inspected the warrior standing at attention before him. “It’s what makes my family line so potent—what gives us the power to make or break a man.”
The warrior’s chest heaved as Sasha moved in close. The man, who had exuded nothing but confidence in the arena, was sweating under his inspection. Sasha tried to ignore his fear, tried not to be disappointed. After all, Sasha was the pharaoh. It was only natural for men to tremble in his presence.
Expelling the thought from his head, he let his gaze drop to the warrior’s powerful hips. His thoughts returned to the arena. He recalled the strength of those hips as the warrior fucked the fallen man, and his breath caught in his chest. All of a sudden the room was too hot. Sasha reached out to touch him but stopped. He wanted to taste those perfect pecs, to run his hands down those sculpted abs. He needed the man’s rough hands all over him, but he had to remain strong and conceal his desires. Sasha was still young, but before long he’d be ruling on his own, no longer hidden behind the shadow of his mother’s governance.
“You’re aware of my power to drain your masculinity and make you into an adorable little toy for my pleasure, yet in the arena last week, you made a vow to serve me. You willingly gave up your freedom. Why?”
The warrior cleared his throat. “Great Caesarion, son of the divine Cleopatra and the exalted Julius Caesar. You are the king of kings, a god among men. I would give anything to serve you.”
Sasha’s heart palpitated. He’d been co-ruler with his mother for as long as he could remember, but hearing such veneration still struck at his core. Sasha’s gaze traveled from the man’s handsome face to his erect member, tenting his white skirt. Another wave of heat flashed through him as he imagined the warrior pinning him down and driving that cock inside him. Sasha turned his back on the man and, with both hands, removed his pharaoh's headpiece, letting his long sandy hair fall loose around his shoulders. After mounting the headpiece on its golden stand, Sasha crawled onto his bed and lay back on the silky red fabric, resting his weight on one elbow. Though the warrior remained at attention, his gaze followed Sasha as he moved.
“You are a man,” Sasha said, narrowing his kohl-lined eyes in a seductive manner. “Tell me exactly how you plan on serving me.”
The warrior’s eyes widened for a moment, and then he dropped to his knees beside the bed. “Great Pharaoh, I will serve you in any way you desire. I am yours to command.”
Sasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Today might be the day. This man might be the one.
“In that case, what if I wanted you to let your animal instincts guide you? You’re much older and stronger than I am. We’re alone without a guard in the room. There’s absolutely nothing stopping you from doing whatever you want to me.”
“Your Majesty… I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I am flesh and blood, just like you. If you pinned me down, forced me to submit, I could do nothing about it.”
The man’s complexion turned ashen. “Your Majesty, I would never… You’re the pharaoh. You’re my god. I… I’m nothing but your humble servant,” he rambled and pressed his forehead to the floor.
Sasha’s face burned as a sour taste came into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he took slow measured breaths. He'd never before been so forward. He’d practically told the warrior what to do to him, yet the results were still the same. This strong man kneeling before him wished only to bow before his pharaoh and be his submissive servant. Why couldn’t a man who wished to lay claim to his body step forward? Sasha was the pharaoh. He couldn’t tell the warrior what he needed—that he needed to be held down and taken by force. All he could do was give a man the opportunity to claim him, but none ever would. When Sasha opened his eyes, the man was still kneeling. Sasha rose from the bed and stood over him.
“Do you know what will happen to you when I fuck you?”
The man’s mouth dropped as he looked up with a jerk.
“Yes, Great Caesarion, but I…”
“Good! If you want to serve me, you’ll do so in my harem. Now lift your skirt and bend over my bed!”


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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Promotional Post: Omega Arrival by Rebecca James #Excerpt #Review #Giveaway

Author: Rebecca James
Book: Omega Arrival
Series: Angel Hills Pack #1
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Publication date: November 26, 2016
Length: 230 pages

Reviewed by Meredith


Emotions run high when five omegas are traded to the Angel Hills Pack, which has suffered a decline in population after an illness killed a fourth of its wolves.

After a previous mating Justin would rather forget, he’s happy to leave his old compound and start afresh. A part of him hopes the gorgeous second-in-command alpha, Milo, will choose him for a mate. As memories of his life with Stone haunt his dreams, Justin struggles to make the right decision for himself as well as his four pups.

Gabriel doesn’t want to mate at all, but as one of the traded omegas, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. He just hopes he’ll end up with a beta and not an alpha. How does he feel when he’s mated to both? Grey is the pack alpha of Angel Hills and he and his baron beta, Ian, want to start a family to continue the dynasty. Is that all they want Gabriel for, a breeding machine?

When an intruder is detected in the compound, everyone is on high alert, especially as the new arrival proves remarkably adept at remaining hidden. Will the newly-created mating bonds be strong enough, or will rancor and bitterness win out?

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Omega Arrival is a shifter MPreg story. If that is your thing than this is a great book for you. Now, this is book one of a new series from this author but I also think there are characters in this from another series. There were times they spoke about things we may have been through. Either way, it doesn’t affect this story at all and you won’t feel lost or confused.

It is told in multiple POV’s. Justin and Gabriel’s POV’s are the Omegas. Having come from one pack into this one they are to find an alpha and mate. Of course love is huge and for Justin and Gabriel they find it. Other POV’s are Milo (Justin’s Alpha mate) and Ian and Grey. Grey is the Pack Alpha Leader and Ian is a Beta and Grey’s mate. Gabriel is entering their duo and I kind of understood his fears. Not being good enough, not loved enough, and mostly that he was just a breeder. Those three though are adorable and they have a beautiful love.

Justin and Milo mate and Justin already has pups with his last Alpha mate. So let’s just say Justin and Milo have their hands full. 

There’s many love stories in this and a lot of suspense and sense of family and bonding. Rebecca James really covers a lot of the shifter-esk qualities. From knotting, to the meanings of packs and mostly how they bond and share responsibilities. 

I really enjoyed this story and will totally be waiting for book 2!


Justin threw the stick again, chuckling as his four pups rolled over each other in their haste to get to the piece of wood first. The younger two were making great strides in catching up to their older siblings, growing fast, as werewolf pups were wont to do. Already, they could hold their own in their wolf forms. A cool breeze ruffled Justin’s hair and sent the yellow leaves of the oak rustling over his head. The sun shone warm on his shoulders, and he breathed in the scent of wood smoke and whatever wonderful dish that was wafting over from the dining hall. His stomach rumbled. Henry’s cooking had been one of the few perks of living with Stone. He hoped Milo would hurry through his pack duties so they could go eat soon. For now, the pups were occupied, but once they tired themselves out, they’d be clamoring for their dinner.
 One of them barked, causing a chorus of yips and a scramble that ended with Ty triumphantly bringing the stick back to Justin, who immediately threw it again, smiling as all four pups tumbled over one another to get their teeth into it.
 A sudden howl, chilling in its tone, went up on the other side of the compound, and the fine hairs on the back of Justin’s neck rose.
 A warning call. He stood and whistled for his pups to come. When they were by his side, he told them to shift. The older two managed it much more quickly than the younger twins, and Justin tried not to show his nervousness while he waited. What could be happening?
 “What is it, Da?” Tim slipped his hand into Justin’s, sensing his father’s unease. Tyler came up on the omega’s other side, and Ollie and Oscar grabbed hold of Justin’s legs. Another howl went up.
 “I don’t know.” Justin gave each of their heads a reassuring pat. “I’m sure everything’s fine, but let’s go back to the house and wait for Milo.”
 Justin scooped the younger two boys into his arms, and Ty and Tim held onto his shirt as he walked. Although the house built into a cave really wasn’t far away, it seemed to take an interminable amount of time to get there. He wanted to run, but he had to measure his pace so the older twins could keep up. Plus, he didn’t want to scare them. Justin knew a call like that meant an intruder alert, and all he could think of was the Turned. His heart beat fast as he made a bee-line for the gated yard. Near the corner of the mountainside, Justin saw Darien come out of his front door and look toward the rear of the compound where the howl had come from.
 Justin couldn’t get inside fast enough. He tried to remain calm as he escorted the boys in and turned to lock the door. The werewolves rarely used locks, but Justin was glad they were there. Thoughts of the Turned—humans who had been bitten and changed against their will—sent shivers along his spine. Could there be a pack of them nearby? They looked for humans to add to their ranks, but if they came upon other werewolves, they attacked just for the enjoyment of shedding blood.
 Justin led the boys into the living room and sat down with them on the couch. They stayed close to him rather than running back to their rooms and toys like they normally would. Why couldn’t Milo be there with them? Justin hoped he was safe. As second in command, Milo’s job would have to be taking care of the pack.
 “Where’s Meemo?” Ollie asked, using the funny name he’d given Milo that the others had picked up.
 “He’s doing his duty,” Justin said. “He’ll be here as soon as he can.”
 “Me want him,” Oscar said quietly, climbing onto Justin’s lap. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and leaned against the omega’s chest.
 “I want him here, too,” Justin said. “But he has a job to do. He has to protect the pack. We’re safe in our house. Probably some rogue tried to steal one of the sheep.”
 Hoping that was all it was, Justin picked up one of the books on the table beside the couch and began to read. It was a favorite of the boys—about a chicken who thought he was a wolf. Oscar pulled his thumb out of his mouth long enough to point at the picture of the chicken trying to run with the pack.
 “He not wolf,” he scolded, wrinkling his little nose.
 “That’s right.” Justin kissed the top of Oscar’s head. “He’s not a wolf. He’s a chicken.”
 Ollie looked up at Justin. “But da chibkin think he a wolf.”
 “Yeah,” Tim said. “But he can’t run like the wolves.”
 “He sad.” Oscar’s mouth turned down. “He no run like them wolves.”
 “But he can cluck!” Ollie said and squealed.
 Oscar kicked his legs in excitement. “Yeah, he can do dat!”
 “Shh, and let Da read.” Tyler scooted closer to Justin on the couch and leaned his dark head on his father’s arm.
 Justin picked up the story again, listening with half an ear for any more howls outside, but all was quiet.
 He’d never been so glad to see Milo as he was when the alpha walked in the front door.

About the Author

I've always loved to write and have written since I was a child, usually to entertain my family. I enjoy writing m/m romance because there's nothing hotter than two men in a loving relationship. I write contemporary romance but am not limited to that. I enjoy writing alpha/omega and vampire stories, and I wouldn't rule other things out. I'm very prolific, so look for a lot of things to come!

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