Great Review of Heavenly Revenge

Review of Heavenly Revenge

A great review by Lisa Adams of erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge. Lisa also gave a great definition of the difference between erotica and erotic romance.

Here's some of Lisa's review:

The Plot:

And here comes the unusual. Our heroine is dead. Yep, you heard me. And I'm not giving away anything here because you figure that out in the first two pages of the book. But, she wasn't supposed to die yet. Heaven's not ready for her. So, she has two choices. Hang around Earth haunting people, including her cheating-ex, or go live life in an alternate universe and save the world. Um... hello? Bad-ass chick check... SAVE THE WORLD!
The hero? An arrogant king, who is at war with neighbors and believes her to be a spy. Can we say punishment :-)

The Verdict:

I'm really on the fence about this one. The ending was spectacular. An assured happily ever after and what not. But the first meeting of this pair is rather rough and hard to take. The first sexual encounter happens early in the book, but it isn't under the best of terms. There was that moment that I almost put the book down because I thought it was too close to unwanted sex. (I'm so glad I didn't!) In fact the heroine keeps telling him to stop & he keeps persisting until finally she gives in and he has his way with her. Now, she enjoys every bit of it & even urges him to continue. The games continue throughout the rest of the book, and it is an enthralling read, but that first scene was rough. So, I've thought a lot about it and I have to say this is....

It's a "Four Cups of Love" read!

For the rest of Lisa Adams' review, go to Pen the Dream 

You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.

Snippets from Victoria

It’s time for another installment from Chapter One, Heavenly Revenge

His last cruel words echoed in her head. Josh didn’t understand. She wore those sloppy clothes like armor, to prove to the whole world she didn’t care what they thought of her. Rose gave a short, bitter laugh. The only one she hadn’t fooled was herself. All she’d ever wanted was to be accepted and loved.

She’d been right all along. You couldn’t trust people. Even her parents had abandoned her. No grandparents, no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles. They’d left her alone to face so many sets of foster parents, so many new schools, at least one a year. There’d been one horror year when she’d changed schools four times. She’d had to act tough. The bullies ignored her if they thought they couldn’t get to her.

There was only one person she could trust—herself. She’d known that, for goodness sake. And that’s where she’d made her mistake with Josh. She’d let him in, let herself love him. She’d let him make her weak.

A pain, worse than all the others, had hit her, and she’d slipped into darkness.

Rose glanced at Wilma and Lily and frowned. “Why did I die? I mean, what did I die of? I’m only twenty-three.”

“You had rheumatic fever when you were young, and unfortunately, the set of foster parents looking after you at the time didn’t bother taking you to a doctor,” said Wilma. “Then there was that very bad bout of flu recently that weakened your heart even more. I’m afraid the shock of seeing Josh…”

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Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start...NOW!

This flash fiction piece started its life as a squiggle. With all my artistic abilities, I scrawled a couple of funny little lines on my paper. My writer friend filled them in and came up with a woman in the surf.

Lifesaver

Salt water threatened to drag me under. I struck out against the current. Another wave hit me. Bigger this time. I managed to gulp in a tiny breath before I was smashed down again. Rolling and tumbling in horrifying somersaults, fine sand ground into my eyes, my nose, my mouth. My lungs screamed for air. Glimpses of the blue sky far, far above mocked me.

"Amber!"

My eyes fluttered open. Above me, leaning over my face, was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Wet, black curls clung to his strong, tanned face. Concerned, questioning dark brown eyes, fringed by thick, black lashes, held my gaze.

"Amber?" he said again. A small hint of a pleading smile.

I sighed in admiration and closed my eyes again. If you're going to be saved from the surf by a lifesaver, he may as well be lovely. It was amazing how great I felt, I thought in surprise. Peeking up again, I saw white, even teeth, a masculine blade of a nose, firm lips turned up at the corners.

He drew back to sit on his haunches, so I let my eyes flit down to the rest of him. His body matched his face. Lean, wide, bare shoulders, a rigid six-packed abdomen, and a chest with a smattering of delicious black curls that led down to…well, tight fitting board shorts covered up that interesting area.

Two things hit me at the same time. I struggled to a sitting position, staring beyond my dark haired lifesaver to the empty beach beyond him. "Where is everyone? This place was packed when I went in the surf. And how do you know my name?"

His face fell. I don't think I've ever seen such sadness. "You're not my Amber," he said, his voice flat. He set his jaw. Then, observing my bafflement, he smiled. A tight, disappointed smile with a hint of tenderness. "So many Ambers," he mused."

Totally at a loss, and just a little frightened, I forced my voice to be firm. "Did you rescue me?"

He nodded.

"Thank you…"

"Kieran," he supplied, his eyes wistful, so sad.

"Kieran, thank you for saving me. But you haven't answered my questions. Where have all the people gone? And how do you know my name? I don't know you, do I?"

Silence stretched for so long, I wondered if he was going to answer me.

"There are no people here, because this is my Paradise. Mine and Amber's." He sighed, and said again, "So many Ambers." He frowned. "Are you married?"

I shook my head, swallowing, searching the empty beach for some sign of life.

Kieran gave a half smile. "Good. I know that sounds crazy. You aren't my Amber. You can marry anyone you want. But the last Amber was married to a guy called Dave, and it hurt. Crazy huh?"

He seemed to be talking more to himself than me, but I couldn't agree with him more.

He seemed to observe my mounting fear, for he smiled again. A huge, sweet, comforting smile that worked. "Don't worry, Amber. You'll be fine. I'll just keep waiting for my Amber. She'll come."

His lovely smile blurred, dimmed, darkened.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

"Amber?"

My eyes fluttered open. I smiled up at the concerned, worried face of my sister.


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