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Crimson Hearts

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Crimson Hearts (The Crimson Series Book 2) by [Georgiana Fields]

Crimson Hearts, Book 2 in The Crimson Series by Georgiana Fields, is a fast-paced paranormal romance novel. That might sound like a mouthful, but Fields effortlessly balances each of these facets – the mystery, the romance, the fantasy – in a way that will leave readers happily racing through the pages and into Book 3 of the series (of which Fields kindly includes a chapter!). I was not sure what to expect in Crimson Hearts, given it was Book 2 in the series and I had not read Book 1, but Fields delighted me at every turn with a thoughtful novel that anyone can enjoy.

Crimson Hearts creates a story that is both fun and racy while also being thoughtful and deep. At just under 300 pages, it’s long enough to really sink your teeth into (pun definitely intended), and it is not necessary to have read Book 1 in the series. The story centers on Caitlin MacPhee, an investigative journalist by day and vampire by night, and Raven O’Brien, her love interest and local detective, as they pursue a deranged serial killer who is hell-bent on punishing women for practicing witchcraft. Caitlin soon finds herself at the center of the chase instead of just reporting on it, all while balancing the stresses and passions of a new relationship. Throw in a few feisty bloodthirsty extended relatives with a myriad of supernatural powers for good measure, then just sit back and enjoy the fun ride of Crimson Hearts.

What I particularly enjoyed about Crimson Hearts was how wonderfully Fields balanced both the supernatural with the everyday mundane. She builds a wonderful world of history, legends, and laws around Caitlin’s vampire ancestry, while also perfectly capturing the quotidian pains of normal human life. The awkwardness of a first kiss, the pain of a Monday morning alarm clock, the anxiety of plotting your escape from a blind date – these are all things to which readers can humorously relate. But, don’t forget the blood in the fridge in case you need a refreshing beverage, sweetie! With Caitlin, Crimson Hearts has a protagonist that you can root for and feel like she could be your friend, while also being amazed at her strength and supernatural gifts.

Of course, it is also worth mentioning that Fields has littered the novel with delightful little romance scenes. She skillfully balances a fine line, creating love scenes that are both passionate and thrilling while still feeling tactful – like you wouldn’t be too embarrassed if someone caught you reading them because, come on, it’s a hot vampire love scene!

Crimson Hearts succeeds because it is well-written, creative, and genuine. It is undoubtedly well-written – the dialogue is crisp, the syntax is professional, and every page serves a purpose. The story itself is creative, full of twists and turns, but also littered with clues to keep readers engaged. The characters, both leads and supporting, feel like real-life people you could know personally. Though social distancing has limited some of the typical springtime activities I love, I am incredibly glad that this time of social distancing has introduced me to the thrills of Georgiana Fields’ Crimson Series. While there is less excitement in my life, I know that I will be able to find it in surplus in the pages of her writing.


Hush – by Leanna Sain

Hush – by Leanna Sain

 She dreams of a murder before it happens. A young woman is strangled while her killer sings the words from the lullaby, “Hush, Little Baby.”

Lacey Campbell’s life is full but not idyllic. As head chef for a chic restaurant and primary caregiver to a mother with Alzheimer’s, she doesn’t have time for the nightmare and at first, she tries to deny it. But the next day, she discovers it's a disturbing reality. When she dreams the second heinous murder she knows it’s time to tell the police.

Detective Ford Jamison is called back to the little coastal town to help with the case and soon notices an alarming trend: the killer is using the lullaby as a “blueprint” to target women who resemble Lacey. This doesn’t slow the killings and now Lacey is afraid to fall asleep at night because the next face she sees in her dream might be her own.

As a hurricane churns ever closer to the little coastal town, danger and suspicion spin out of control. Time is running out. Can they stop the killer before the last verse of the lullaby?



Leanna Sain earned her BA from the University of South Carolina before moving back to the NC mountains. She calls Miracle Hill Farm home, but she lives mostly in her imagination. Her Southern suspense or “GRIT-lit,” showcases her plot-driven method that successfully rolls elements of best-selling authors Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Jan Karon all together, making it her own. She loves leading discussion groups and book clubs. For more information or to contact her visit:


**Note: I wrote Hush while my mother was in the final stages of Alzheimer’s. To honor her, I’m donating a portion of book sales to Alzheimer’s research. Please help by getting a copy, spreading the word, and writing a book review.





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Still walking on air!

With days away from finding out if I’ve won, I already feel like a winner. Just being nominated and included in a group with many wonderful authors is an honor for me. If you haven’t checked out Crimson Dreams, you can find it in at The Southern Pen Book Shop in Monroe, Georgia!


Happy 2018 New Year!

Happy New Year!

My wish for everyone is that 2018 is an amazing and a positive year!

I know that 2017 for many was a year you’d like to forget. And for many, it was a year you will carry in your hearts forever.

Those of you who know me personally know that last year was filled with disappointments in every aspect of my life. I generally do not make New Year’s resolutions. However, I am this year, and it is an old and not so simple one:

That I will try harder to accept the things I cannot change.

That I will change the things, I can.

That I will have the wisdom and understanding to know the difference.

And yes, this is the Serenity Prayer.

But let’s face it. No one can make people do things they just will not do. We can not control the weather, but wouldn’t be great. If I could, it wouldn’t be so frigging cold. What we can do is change things in ourselves to make us a better person.

Every day I plaster a smile on my face when many times I’m crying on the inside. I know that many of you do the same. Life can be overwhelming, depressing, lonely, and just plain mean. Last year, I let it control my life. This year, I will focus on my writing, my family, you my readers, and on the positive things in my life.

So, for you, make 2018 be a year of new beginnings.

Let go of things you cannot control. Don’t let it control your life.

Change things you can. Start by loving yourself and accepting who you are. If you are curvy and healthy, then rock them curves baby. Love yourself. Every day you need to look in the mirror and see what a wonderful and beautiful person you are and do not let someone else’s negativity suck the life out of you. Believe in yourself.

Let’s own 2018!!!

Love you all!



Crimson Dawn

It has taken me a year to write, only because life happens. I’ve finished the rough draft and my cover artist, Gina Dyer has created the cover. Now comes the hard part, editing.

Crimson Dawn is the fourth in my Crimson Series. It is Royce and Jenny’s story. You will meet new characters while catching up with old favorites.

Like Royce, Jenny is Dhampir. She has had a crush on Royce since she was ten years old. When Jenny was thirteen, she accidentally walked in on him, catching him with another woman and breaking her tender heart. Now in her late twenties, Jenny’s crush hasn’t waned, but she knows she doesn’t stand a chance with the future Lord of the Dhampir. She may be a Healer, and she may be well loved by many in the Lucard Clan, but let’s face it! She a freak! Yes, she’s Dhampir, but Jenny is also fangless. And if being a fangless-freak isn’t bad enough, she’s also the daughter of Fagan Dorjan and the granddaughter of Zeno Dorjan. The sworn enemies of the Lucard Clan.

When a rescue mission goes awry, Jenny uses her special gift to help speed Royce’s healing. Her actions put her in the crosshairs of her biological family.

Because of events that occurred in the first three books, it is advised to read them before Crimson Dawn.

Here is a little taste of Crimson Dawn:

“We’ve got visual on the prize. She’s strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.” Glen’s voice came through Royce’s earpiece. “How do you want to proceed?”

Good question. Up until now, everything about this mission had been too easy, making this mission smell like week old fish. It had taken less than a minute to secure the perimeter. There were no guards surrounding the abandoned warehouse. No evidence of traps, no trip wires, everything appeared as if the kidnappers were amateurs. Even the weather seemed to be cooperating with no moon and a thick fog for cover. Royce knew he was a lucky bastard, but he wasn’t that lucky. “Is the package broken?”

“Cannot confirm. Head down. Cannot see movement. Thermal says she’s still warm.”

“Can you see how many are guarding the child?” If they rushed the place, he could be risking the girl’s life. Royce pinched the bridge of his nose. The kid had already suffered enough. The assholes had severed the child’s ear as proof of life. Nabbed right out of her backyard, the nine-year-old had been through hell in the past eighteen hours. Bloody hell, she’s just a little bit older than Shelby.

“Negative. She appears to be alone, doesn’t mean there aren’t eyes and ears on her,” Glen replied.

“Affirmative. Dimitri, what do you have for us?” Royce looked up as Dimitri Petrov emerged from the shadows. The man was human, but a valuable member of the team and the best hacker he’d ever known. Surpassing his teachers, Viktor and Percy, in record time. Between the three of them, no computer was safe. The other reason the man was a valuable member, had to do with the small fact, every mission where Dimitri had been a part of had been a success with no casualties and no injuries. Hell, the Russian was their lucky charm.

“Jammers.” Dimitri held two small black boxes between his thumbs and forefingers. “The second you and Glen fade, I jam the place.” Dimitri shrugged and cocked his brown eyebrows. “Of course, the second they see snow, they could blow the place. I figure you have less than a second to snatch and run.” He shook his head as he set his toys down. “Then again, the girl could be sitting on a pressure plate. She moves and Kaboom.” Dimitri threw his hands in the air to emphasize his point. “Could be the reason why the kid’s not moving. I’ve run the numbers. Your odds of getting out alive? Not good, my friend.”

And the only reason Royce hated the man, his numbers never lied. “Alright. Question. Can your jammers prevent them from detonating remotely?”

“Maybe. If everything’s on the same frequency, and they didn’t use jam resistant equipment. If they did, then no. We’re not dealing with your average kidnappers.”

“Shite. All right, everyone come in, you too, Glen.” Royce watched as his team appeared. They gathered around the SUV. Nothing like having one’s back against the wall to make a man realize his greatest strengths were the people surrounding him. “As much as I want to believe we’re dealing with amateurs, my gut’s telling me this is a fecking trap, and the kid’s expendable. They may not realize she’s Dhampir. Okay, options? Anybody?”

Gravel crunched under Vaughn’s feet as he shifted his weight. “I drop in through the roof.” He pointed to the glass skylight. “Grab the kid and fly out. I never touch the ground.” For a behemoth, Vaughn could deftly swoop in and grab the kid. His solution made sense, but. . .

“If the kid’s wired. You and she are blown to hell. Then your mate kills me. That’s not an option.”

“Then what the hell am I here for?”

“Your charming personality and good looks.” Ever since Royce failed in protecting Peter and his mate, the slightest thing riled him. Royce would be damned if he’d lose another friend or family member. He met his brother’s pale green eyes. “Vaughn, you have Rosie and your kids to think about. I’m not putting you at risk. You’re here because, well, I figured the kid would need a parent figure. And shite, if Tee were with us, then you and he could play rock, paper, scissors for the honor, but he isn’t. Right, so, you’re our tyke wrangler.”

“What if I fade and reconnoiter,” Glen asked. “See if the kid’s wired? If not, I grab her and get out. Besides, I don’t have any kids or a mate.”

“That you know of, kids that is,” one of the others commented.

Royce met the faces of his team. He had a bad feeling about this. A really bad feeling. “Glen, Vaughn, Chase and Cade, you’re Alpha team. Dimitri, and Ryan, you are Bravo.”

“Duh,” Ryan muttered. “We know the only action we get is watching the rest of you play the hero.”

“Yeah, well you’re the ones who keep our asses safe.” Royce met the eyes of his teams. “Since no one has any other options, I want Alpha to cover the outer perimeter. Scott, you’re in charge of Bravo. Keep our resident tech geeks safe. I’m going in.”

“You can’t,” Glen argued. “Something happens to you, we all pay. I can go. I know how to disarm a bomb.”

“I know you do. I taught you. But, my lead. My risk.” Royce had shared blood with Glen enough to know what the man thought. They were more than cousins, they were brothers. Royce glanced around. These men were his brothers. He knew what each one thought. Their voices were a constant hum in the back of his mind. These men were his clan, his family, and he wasn’t risking any of them. “As I was saying, I want two groups, just in case they’re waiting to ambush us. Everyone else, you know your responsibilities. Vaughn, radio Percy, have him and Quaid standing by.” He faded before anyone could argue.

Shifting his body so he became nothing more than a ghost, Royce pressed against the wall of the building. In this form, he could see, hear, and pass through anything, his only drawback, was the lack of smell. Moving through concrete felt like moving through mud, or better yet, swimming against the current. As he emerged from the wall inside the building, it hit him. How in the hell would he get the kid out? Royce ghosted to the door. A quick exam didn’t show any wires. Maybe they were dealing with idiots and he could simply walk out the door. He could only hope. He floated toward the small girl.

Something was odd.

The child’s chin rested against her chest and her light blond hair hung in front of her eyes. Blood caked the left side of her face where they’d severed her ear. The bastards hadn’t even attempted to bandage the girl’s wound.

Shite! They’ve pulled a bait and switch! This wasn’t Mina St. Clair. This kid was human. Bloody hell! Well, it didn’t matter. The poor kid still needed to be rescued and her injury tended. Maybe with proper medical care and plastic surgery, her ear could be replaced. The child’s emotional scars would be the hardest to heal.

Royce floated around the girl. Duct tape covered the child’s mouth and her hands and feet were secured with zip ties. She didn’t seem to be wired, no vest, or anything visible that set off alarms. Lying on his back, Royce peered under the metal chair the girl sat on. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Royce stood behind the child and materialized. He didn’t want to frighten the blazes out of the kid by appearing out of nowhere in front of her. Had she been the child they’d searched for, he wouldn’t have hesitated. But this kid . . . He drew in a deep breath. The inside of the warehouse reeked of petroleum. Not good.

“Honey.” Royce placed his hand on the child’s shoulder. He wished he knew the girl’s name. “Sweetheart.” Royce gently shook the child. Her head jerked up and her tear stained face met him. Her eyes opened wide and she rapidly sucked air in through her nose. Royce heard the pounding cadence of her heart. The pungent smell of fear permeated the air. “Honey, you’re safe. I’m going to take you to your mum.” The girl’s chest rapidly rose and fell with her fear. “I’m going to pull this tape from your mouth. Okay?”

Tears slid from her eyes as she gave a jerking nod.

Gingerly, Royce removed the tape from the child’s mouth to prevent injury. The girl seemed to calm a bit. She licked her tiny red swollen lips. Royce stepped behind her then shifted his nails into claws. Once he cut the plastic zip ties binding the child’s hands and ankles, Royce lifted her in his arms and hurried to the door. One last quick scan of the door confirmed Royce’s first inspection the door was safe to open.

The instant he pulled on the door, he heard it and knew he’d mucked up. A faint click. The flash, followed by the blistering pain. The blast propelled Royce through the door. He had just enough time to wrap his body around the child, protecting her as much as possible from the explosion. Screams and agonizing pain filled Royce’s mind. His men, his brother, his family were caught in a secondary explosion. Underground explosions rocked the van Dimitri, Scott, and Ryan were in, monitoring the rescue.

Royce had failed them.

A soft whimper brought Royce’s attention back to the child in his arms. He rolled from her. Searing pain radiated in his back. The child sat, drawing her legs up to her and wrapped her arms around her shins. Royce watched her until darkness overcame him and he surrendered to the welcoming black abyss.