Read it, Write it Wednesday

You’re beautiful and kind and very smart. But best of all, you’re mine. Do you remember the stories your Grandma used to tell you every night about cursed beasts, village beauties, girls in red capes and wolves in disguises? Well, maybe, just maybe... they actually do happen. Maybe, beasts do exist. They do. I would know. I am bound to one. Whom, you may ask? Well, I am mated to the Alpha King. How? You will see. You will live through it with me. I am Theia Anderson. I am just like any one of you, human, alive, and breathing. But unlike any one of you, I've stumbled upon a world that until yesterday... I couldn't even fathom into existence. This is my story.

Read it, Write it Wednesday

Dina DeMille may run the nicest Bed and Breakfast in Red Deer, Texas, but she caters to very particular kind of guest… the kind that no one on Earth is supposed to know about. Guests like a former intergalactic tyrant with an impressive bounty on her head, the Lord Marshal of a powerful vampire clan, and a displaced-and-superhot werewolf; so don’t stand too close, or you may be collateral damage. But what passes for Dina’s normal life is about to be thrown into chaos. First, she must rescue her long-distant older sister, Maud, who’s been exiled with her family to a planet that functions as the most lawless penal colony since Botany Bay. Then she agrees to help a guest whose last chance at saving his civilization could bring death and disaster to all Dina holds dear. Now Gertrude Hunt is under siege by a clan of assassins. To keep her guests safe and to find her missing parents, Dina will risk everything, even if she has and may have to pay the ultimate price. Though Sean may have something to say about that.

Hope(less) [The Judgement of the Six] by Melissa Haag (Book and Audiobook Review)

“Gabby, look,” Rachel squealed as I pushed open the screen door. “A dog!” On the deck, Rachel reclined on her side, stretched out on a beach towel. Between her towel and the one she’d set out for me, lay a monster of a dog, relaxing in the sun. I stopped and stared. What was that thing? Although the size of a mastiff, it looked nothing like one. At least seven feet from nose to tail, the dog’s shaggy brown coat gave it a wild look. Rachel didn’t seem to mind, though. She continued to pet its head affectionately.