Amy Mah 吸血鬼
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Moonlighting as a Gynecologist
Novel: Tentyrian Legacy
Author: Elise Walters
Publisher: Premuted Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The legacy begins in the sands of Egypt in a time when an ancient city called Tentyris flourished. Its secretive people, ruled by the Council of the Zodiac, lived peacefully alongside humanity. That time was 53 B.C. More than two millennia later, the power of the Tentyrian people has been all but forgotten. The remnants of memory that live on have been turned into twisted folklore about vampires and astrology.
One girl on the cusp of womanhood is about to discover just how real that folklore is.
With telepathic powers that made her parents send her to a mental institution, Arianna Parker always knew she was different—but she never thought a job interview would lead to the discovery of her being a prophesied descendent of an ancient Egyptian vampire race. Nor for that matter did she think she would fall in love with Maximos Vasilliadis, a 2,225 year old vampire. Maximos is the creator of the Tentyrian Brotherhood—a secret order of warriors, pledged to prevent a catastrophic event predicted to wipe out Earth.
Maximos believes Arianna is a descendent of his kind—the Tentyrian vampires—and she has been destined to lead their cause in saving the world. With her 25th birthday approaching, an event that will change her forever, Arianna finds herself caught in the middle of warring vampires—some of whom intend to use her and her power of telepathy for evil.
From the manicured lawns of Connecticut, to the streets of New York City and an exotic island in the Ionian Sea, Arianna must learn to trust Maximos and her heart if she is to save the world, herself, and the Tentyrian legacy.
Novel: Moonlighting as a Gynecologist
Author: Tim Martin
Publisher: Torrid Books
There are songs that come from the heart and soul. This is not one of them. There are songs that come from the mountains, the valleys, and the rivers. This is not one of them, either. There are songs that come from between the damp, sticky sheets where lovers wrestle in wild abandon. This is one of them.
Moonlighting as a Gynecologist is not another sappy romance novel designed to titillate women, brow-beat men, and bore the living hell out of anyone who doesn’t go all weepy-eyed over daytime soaps, homeless puppies, and sentimental music by Barry Manilow.
This book is a tacky testimonial to tongue-kisses, titty-feels, crotch rubs, and bodies wedged together in unhindered and unholy union. I’m talking eager, pink, tangled-up-in-the-bed-sheets, spank me, lick me, do-whatever-you-want-with-me sex. What I’m talking about here is humping that’s hotter than Ted Nugent’s Biltong Beef Jerky, Flamethrower Flavor.
If Moonlighting as a Gynecologist doesn’t crank your love thermostat up to sizzle and have you howling at the moon, I doubt anything will.
Amy Mah 吸血鬼
Amy Mah 吸血鬼