Red Recommends: The One by Zane Michaelson

I love this story. I guess I can’t say I don’t like or read PNR anymore. I now have a PNR style I like and this is it.

A Vampyre Romance: Book One: The One by Zane Michaelson

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Reds Review:

I don’t read paranormal. I’m not a fan of the fantasy, unrealistic world in many of the PNR I have tried to read previously. The One is not set in the fantastical world. It is written in the modern world with a believable story. Vampires that hide among us mortals.
I love this story. I guess I can’t say I don’t like or read PNR anymore. I now have a PNR style I like and this is it.

The One grabbed my attention the minute I saw the cover. The story within the pages kept me up all night.

Book CoverSebastian is everything I want in a book boyfriend. Sexy, funny, protective and oh btw, a blood sucking vampire. The sex is blazing hot. A must have in my romance books.

Adriel’s has a strong personality . She has a lot going on yet she doesn’t cower away. I’m anxious to learn more about her and how she will fit into the vampire world with Sebastian.

As is Zane Michaelson’s style, he left me wanting more and will keep me waiting a month or so for answers. It’s not a frustrating cliffhanger and thankfully he never makes his fans wait too long.
As they say ‘Anything worth having is worth waiting for’
Well, I’m waiting…..

If you believe you don’t like paranormal, as I did, I highly recommend you give this story a try. It might change your mind too.

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Zane Michaelson continues to amaze me by writing different genres within the romance world. The One highlights his versatility and ability to conquer any genre he wishes to explore. As a fan of his writing, he has unknowingly coaxed me out of my reading comfort zone with each new sub genre he writes.

THE ONE

by Zane Michaelson

For over three hundred years, Sebastian Fernández has meandered through his immortal life, taking blood as and when he needs to.

To kill a human being is forbidden by the Vampyre Council-the sentence for disobedience swift and final.

One day, while admiring a small silver cross inside an antique store, he meets its proprietor, Adriel Zilkha.

There is something about her that draws him in.

Adriel is no ordinary human female and embodies gifts she cannot explain.

Shocked, Sebastian knows law demands he inform the Vampyre Council of his discovery. The price for treachery is to die by sunlight.

Loathe to sentence the beautiful and mysterious Adriel to certain death, he calls on his old friend and sire, Sienna, for help.

The Kiss Thief by LJ Shen

They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church.

THE KISS THIEF BY L.J. SHEN

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They say your first kiss should be earned.

Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky.

They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred.

Mine were broken before we left church.

They say your heart only beats for one man.

Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end.

I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit.

Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

They say that all great love stories have a happy ending.

I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.

One kiss.

Two men.

Three lives.

Entwined together.

And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.

Excerpt
“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt.

“Answer me,” I hissed.

“My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly.

“The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling.

“I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.”

Un-freaking-believable.

We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too.

I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness.

“Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.”

I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine.

“Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk.

“Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth.

“Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.”

“Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow.

“Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone.

“Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice.

“Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?”

“Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out.

I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man.

“I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away.

“And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.”

“That’s your backbone?”

“When I have an ambition, I go for it.”

A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.

About the Author
L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Sins of the Father – RRMC #1

She walked in. My world collapsed.

Sins of the Father – RRMC #1

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I was drunk, angry, and spoiling for a fight. The crowded bar was the perfect distraction until all hell broke loose.

She walked in. My world collapsed.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I never thought I’d see her again. Rae never should have been there that night . . . but 5 years of regret, loss, and vengeance have waged war inside me, and the sins of our fathers won’t stop me from claiming what’s mine: Rae Stenson.

She’s my addiction. I need her. Even if I have to lie, cheat, steal, or kill.

But it may not be the past that we have to confront as the real sins of our fathers wreak havoc in Providence, CA where reality and fantasy collide.

Ravage Riders MC #1, first in a series of Sci-Fi Alien Time Travel Romances with a twist. Is there anything sexier than gun toting alpha male bikers . . . who aren’t quite human?

Love always deserves a second chance…even if it’s a little out of this world.

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My name is Melodie and I’m in love with a guy, but he doesn’t know.

He walks by every day, I catch him staring, listening to me sing and play my guitar. I don’t even know his name.

Crazy I know but I can’t stop thinking about Office Guy. That’s what I secretly call him, Office Guy.

We’ve never even spoken to each other, but then one day he walks up to me and…

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