post now closed for comments…getting ready to email those who’ll be getting the PDF.  Thank you! Comments are now closed… (and they’ll probably disappear from public viewing) to minimize confusion.

The review either needs to be posted at your active and established blog or to an active and established goodreads account.

 

FYI, I write the Grimm to stand on their own, so if you’ve never read one, don’t worry. You should be able to follow along pretty well.

The blurb…

Never fear the pain. Fear what lies behind it…

Grimm’s Circle, Book 6

In his mortal life, the only thing Jacob liked better than money as a good brawl—until he stuck his fist into the wrong fight, and a demon sent him spinning into a new life as a Grimm. The only thing he liked better than money as a good brawl—until he stuck his fist into the wrong fight, and a demon sent him spinning into a new life as a Grimm.

Now, a hundred years later, he’s been called to protect someone too much like himself. A woman who could let the chains of her past drag her down unless she learns to let go. A woman who fights like there’s no tomorrow, because she clearly doesn’t want a tomorrow.

Celeste thought her second chance at life would be an opportunity to fix some of her worst mistakes, to set things straight. She couldn’t have been more wrong. She’s trapped by the past and her regrets, and nothing—not even her darkly sexy new trainer, Jacob—has a blade sharp enough to cut her loose.

Chains are Jacob’s specialty, but his help comes with a price. To her, the cost is her heart. To Jacob…something much more.

Warning: Contains a heroine with enough fight in her to put the 300 to shame. And a hero who knows how to take a punch.

One thing I do ask is that you keep any references to who the Grimm (in this case, it’s Jacob) is quiet…no spoiling what story he’s from.

Other than that, just an honest review posted any time between the time you get the book (I’ll send it once I select the reviewers) and 5/1, and it must be posted to your blog or your goodreads account.

Interested?  Just leave your blog addy or your goodreads profile in the comments section.

Mini excerpt…

(FYI, the only format I’ll have available to send out is a PDF…hope you understand)

 

“There is love, and there is in love. Have you forgotten the difference?”

She sneered at him. “What in the hell do you know about love, you damned iceberg?”

She never even saw him move. One moment, he was three feet away. And then he was only inches away, his long body, so lean and warm, caging hers in against something cool and metal—a car? Truck? She didn’t know, didn’t care. One hand rested by her shoulder. The other cupped her chin.

“More than you would think, sweet. Far more than you would think.” Then his mouth was on hers.

 

An iceberg.

She thought he was an iceberg.

Little fool.

Her mouth was still under his, for the briefest moment. He knew it wouldn’t last long, and he intended to make the most of it. She wanted to wither away and die, did she?

Perhaps she needed to see just how much life she still had inside her.

Oh, but she was sweet…he’d known she would be. Her mouth was soft, even though she was still frozen with shock. Soft, and she tasted like soft, warm woman, cherries and Coke… She lived on Cherry Coke, it seemed. He could live on the taste of it on her, he supposed.

Stroking his tongue along the curve of her lower lip, he teased her lips apart, delving inside the second he had an opportunity. He didn’t believe in wasting those.

Her fingers curled into the front of his coat and over the roaring of blood in his ears, he heard the soft, broken sound of her breath…and even sweeter, the erratic beat of her heart. Her body wilted against his—he felt the push of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the long lines of the body she treated so carelessly. There was wanting in her body, needing…she wanted, she needed. Him…she wanted him.

For that moment—he felt it.

And then he felt her fist.

He took that first punch, staggering back a little. Damn, she was strong. When she would have hit him again, he caught her hand, stopping the blow before it landed.

“Don’t,” he warned quietly.

When he saw the tears in her eyes, though, he wished he’d just let her hit him. Pound him bloody if it made her feel better.

“Why did you do that?” She jerked her hand.

Jacob let go, his heart aching.

Her voice was shaking. Fuck, what had he done?

“Why did you do that?”

“You’re not dead, Celine. You need to quit wishing it on yourself.”

But he didn’t think she even heard him. Celine, with a hand that trembled, touched her mouth. “You kissed me. Damn it, why did you kiss me?”