Wednesday 17 December 2014

A Little About Ellen Cross

Another Australian Ellen writes Paranormal Romance with her main focus for the last year being to her Preternatural Rescue Centre series. It looks fun, and though I do own the first book, it’s with a sad heart to say that it has sunk into the debts of my TBR pile and forgotten about until this very moment.

It’s the thing with books, so many new ones, not enough time, and if you forget, you forget, which is sad as with the first time I saw the book I was intrigued by the idea, and wanted to read it, but I’ve sadly let a lot of series slide, old and new.

To me it seems like a very traditional paranormal series, which was the pull I had to it, as I’m sure it’ll be for everyone else. it seems fun loving and gripping and something to read when you need a bit of paranormal in your life.

it’s what I’m seeing, it’s what I’m hoping for from the reviews I’ve read off a couple of the books, but my reading buddy hasn’t even read them so I can’t even ask her what she thought. They generally seemed loved by all those who have read them, and that’s a great thing, and I’m certainly wanting to pick it up again and have a read.

And to leave you all with a wee excerpt

Catcalls ripped through the air as the young man slunk to his knees, crawling to the throbbing beat, as he allowed the men crowding the edges of the stage to slap, pinch, and grab at his ass. He rose to his knees in front of Gray, surprising him by leaning over and wrapping his fists in Gray's shoulder-length ebony hair, pulling him forward, right into his groin. He rubbed Gray's face against him, and the scent of the smaller shifter's musk filling his lungs made him instantly hard, uncomfortably filling his jeans, as his body reacted to the delicious pheromones. A guttural groan pulled from deep within his chest and he automatically reached around to pull the man closer. The little wolf chuckled—red wolf if his scent was anything to go by. Far smaller than Gray's own breed...not that he let that little titbit of information let loose often...well, never, actually. The less the population knew that his breed still existed, the better.