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Saturday, April 17, 2021

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Shift of Morals By K. Webster

 

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Shift of Morals
By K. Webster

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From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster comes an angst-filled, steamy age-gap MM shifter standalone romance!

***This is the fifth book to release in the Kingdom of Wolves collection but is a COMPLETE STANDALONE. It’s meant to be read on its own and is a full story with a happily ever after.***

I found him when he was a boy.
Bloody. Mangled. Near death.
If I’d been a merciful alpha, I would’ve snapped his neck and ended him right then.

Except, I didn’t.
Something in his big brown eyes tugged at my heart strings.
I kept him. Healed him. Raised him to be fierce, loyal, and brave.

Now that he’s an adult, everything’s changing.
He’s no longer the soft, scared beta I once thought he was.
No, there’s an uncontrollable anger inside him.
A rage-filled hate I don’t understand.

As a dangerous pack begins tormenting us and destroying our home, I feel him pulling from me as he seeks justice.
He thirsts for revenge, even if it means leaving our pack and going solo.
But, as his alpha, I won’t let him go without a fight.

Each time he pushes, I pull him right back to me.
I’ll keep him locked in my arms or pinned beneath me forever if that’s what it takes to keep him.
A shift of morals has begun.
One I don’t understand, but certainly don’t resist.

I’m the most powerful wolf on Beacon Island. I don’t have weaknesses.
Until now.
This wild, reckless young man changed everything when he stole my heart.

This book is a steamy standalone MM age-gap shifter romance. No other books need to be read before or after this one as it is a complete story.

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Excerpt:

A sigh of frustration escapes me. It’s a ragged, raspy sound that grates on my nerves. Everything pisses me off lately. Myself. Them. Him.

            Cyrus Hames is my keeper.

            My boss.

            Warden to my prison.

            I hate him.

            Not like the monster who stole so much from me. In a different sort of way. I hate him for finding me—for not letting me die with them. For forcing me to live a life filled with emptiness and pain. I once was a talkative child, much to my mother’s playful annoyance, but that night changed everything. I blocked out what I could to preserve my sanity. I haven’t spoken a word since.

            Not by choice.

            No, the thing that attacked us made that decision for me when he tried to rip my throat out. As if I’m thrust back to that night, the scarred flesh burns with such agony tears spring in my eyes. It’s difficult to keep myself walled and shut off from the invasion of my pack, but I’ve been practicing more lately. If they sense I’m hurting, they’ll all run to me, hovering to fix it, as if they can pluck the terrible memories right from my brain.

            They can’t.

            All they’ll be successful in doing is suffocating me. I yearn to meet other people my age. To explore beyond the edge of the woods where we live. To visit cities and eat at restaurants and experience what life has to offer.

            They saved me so they could trap me.

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My review:

★★★☆☆

I think now it's clear that K Webster is not my author, this isn't my first and not even the second try for me.

I started this book because it says it has taboo elements, dark scenes and shifters. What can be better then that? I tell you what- a book where the shifters really shifts into animals and not only at the end of the book, and the taboo isn't taboo at all. At least not in my dictionary, but anyway.

The first half of the book was enjoyable and I really liked reading it, it held my interest and I wanted to know how it will end. But after a while it got predictable and clear as day who were the bad guys and what will happen. I missed more shifter scenes - the mind communication was really good, but it got only mentioned and better at the end. And exactly that's what I hate in books, when the really interesting and good parts happens at the end. You had the whole book to tell interesting scenes, but you choose only a couple of pages at the end. 

The taboo part - father/son ? - it's a joke. Cyrus and Remy, alpha and beta(?). Cyrus found Remy when he was a kid, saved and raised him. Then everything changed when Remy turned 18 (surprise, surprise). 
The hate/love relationship between them is good at first sight, but it misses more depth. I missed more emotions, they were only words on the page without meaning behind them. 

The start and the ending is good, but the middle part is a mess. The sex scene(s) were good, but not enough. 

Thursday, March 19, 2020

RELEASE BLITZ AND BOOK REVIEW - LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON - QUIN PERIN

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Book Title: Like Father, Like Son 

Author and Publisher: Quin Perin

Release Date: March 19, 2020

Genre/s: Taboo erotica

Trope/s: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Father/Son erotica

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 56 000 words/ 180 pages

It is a standalone story.




Buy Links - Available on Kindle Unlimited


 
 
When the lines blur


Blurb

Surprise, it's a boy!

I never wanted to know him.

Never even suspected his existence. But once I knew, I had to see him. Had to see if it was true.

He has your eyes, your hair, your dimples.

Timothee is everything I used to be, full of life, full of joy. He's also a sassy little sh*t.

He has me wrapped around his fingers, so damn easily.

My son? He's trouble.

What we share is all kinds of wrong, even if it feels oh so right.

***LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON is a forbidden love romance, full of snark and k*nk. Please heed warning at the beginning of the book.


Excerpt

When he bent over the pool table, cue perched between his fingers, I positioned myself right next to Tim, my cue resting between my feet, tip pointing up. “You gotta go a little to the left,” I said and nudged him there. Tim shifted willingly, chest to the table, arms outstretched. “Aim for the ball in the middle, then touch it softly,” I added while I tried to keep my eyes from making a detour down his back to where his pants stretched tightly over his ass.

He made his move, which made the ball jump in the right direction but missed its aim completely. “You didn’t do it softly like I said.” Tim straightened up and smirked impishly.

“Next time I tell you to go softly, will you?” he asked.

I scoffed and, in a few, quick strides, rounded the table. Tim kept his smirk in place, gliding his hand up and down the cue so slowly it looked like he was stroking something else. God, this kid…

I bent over, hit the ball exactly how I’d showed him, and watched it pluck into the far right pocket. “That’s how it’s done,” I told him. Tim mimicked me childishly, waiting for me to continue. Someone approached him.

“Ohh, Dev, who’s this pretty little thing? Are you picking up whores from schools now?” Jason. I clenched my jaw as Tim whipped around and faced the man. Heavily tattooed, even more than me, blond hair pulled into a bun, and just as tall as Tim.

“Mind your fucking business,” I snapped while Jason studied my son’s face intently. Tim didn’t move. He just stood there staring at the man as Jason drew a thumb over his jaw. “Don’t touch him,” I snarled.

“Or what?” Jason lilted, his tone dripping with innocence. His father was Steven, the man who’d bailed me out of prison nearly two decades ago. Jason was younger than me, in his late twenties, and he had that bad boy charm that always had us on edge around each other. I hated him; he hated me. For various reasons. But for one in particular: his I-am-everything-and-you-are-nothing attitude.

“Or I’ll make you regret it,” I threatened, placing the cue on the table and stepping closer to them. Tim slowly emerged out of his trance, his eyes hooded when Jason flicked his thumb across his chin. Two men stood behind him, sipping beers, guns attached to their belts. The usual.

Jason dropped his hand, the chains around his wrist jingling, and hooked one finger in a belt loop of Tim’s jeans. “How much did you pay for him?”

I drew forward, grabbed Tim by his arm, and yanked him in my direction. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours,” I growled from between my teeth, fingers clenching around Tim’s biceps.

“Oh, so I was right?” Jason asked cheerfully. His lips curled into a smirk. The scar—from a fight I’d witnessed years ago—running from his right eye over his cheek turned his expression even more sinister, and it drove me crazy. It always did. I eased my hand off Tim’s arm and narrowed my eyes. “He looks delicious. Wanna play? Winner gets all.” That smirk broadened into a full-on grin. Jason was a good player, but this wasn’t like him. If he played, he played with guns, and death was on the table. Not some boy. Not my son.

“I wanna play.” A voice piped up from beside me, and I flicked my eyes in Tim's direction. His eyes were dark and determined. “Winner gets all.”

“No way—”

“Oh.” Jason grinned, turning to Tim. “Why don’t we save everyone a lot of time and you just come home with me right now, huh?”

Tim smiled—fucking smiled. “You win, I go home with you, no charge. We win, you’ll leave us the hell alone and get out of the bar.”


 

Read my review HERE


About the Authors

As a pair of genre rebels, Quin and Perin—from the US and Germany—are constantly maneuvering time zones and plot bunnies to whip up Gay Novels. Expect plenty of heat and elevated smut. With a dash of drama, a pinch of sweet, and a hefty amount of kink on the side, they serve up stories that will leave you full and satisfied.



 


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