Perfect-Mate-StrokeImma lover of manimals that smell a chick and get growlerly start moaning, “Mine” like it’s a benediction and try stamping their seal of ownership on their female’s patootie with their lips. Who hasn’t had that happened to them? Really? You haven’t? Every dude I meet and date has a hairy back and likes to piss elsewhere than the toilet. I know they have to be shifters because ALL OTHER OPTIONS ARE UNTHINKABLE!

The Project is not cool. They are the big suck fest and they own anyone that has any potential amazekitteness and that includes Captain Jack Harper and his men and the one man he has that has a vagina, Nicole. Jack and his pack were conscripted to an involuntary Project Scientist Experiment with the result being that they now all need to have their mates clean after them with a pooper scooper. Everyone in Jack’s Pack thinks this is whack and they want their humanity back because being lycan is like smoking crack.

So Jack and his team end up in St. Mary’s Hospital, a care home that has been in Beth’s family for generations, her instinct tells her to touch the cray cray disemboweled soldier brought in to the super secret special military ward. The militaries there nearly amputate her for her silly almost-embrace of the dying man before sending her to her corner for time out for her poor behavior. Jack senses that the pretty human is a wolf mate and if they had touched he knows he would have ripped the arms off everyone nearby to mount the pretty clueless human who so badly wanted to pet what she has no idea of being a really big, military-made, dog-man. It’s so unsexy when I summarize it like that. Close your eyes and picture him looking like Wolverine with Iron Man’s attitude, all mussed up alá Chris Hemsworth but blood and innards showing. Then once you get that in your mind, smack some better CGI on it but go Jacob Black fighting Paul the Douchecanoe over Bella having a big dumb mouth and you get what I said the first time.

Now there is one thing that will not get a good woman down and that is a villainous super secret scientific military project with a crappy agenda. Once Lilly has the facts she gets with the pack, jumps in the sack with Jack, and wants to help them get back at the dudes in black and lay down the smack. This woman helps her wolfman plan the escape from The Projects to Damn the Man, “Free the Slaves!” and everyone can enjoy Christmas. Well sorta, but not really–I do think you get my gist though.

While this book is a romance in the sense that there is a pittering of pattering, I need to bookblock here, this is not a Mina Carter Erotic Romance, so don’t think you are getting nipples and nozzles. This is her at her Machiavellian radness and cutting up the strategizing like this is a chess game of paranormals. Personally she kicked my hiney when she captured my SARA on a8 with her RA, embarrassingly casual playing chess-age of me fur-shear, manimal.

I am not fond of the multiple perspective stories that flip between the love story and the overarching storyline that carries on throughout the series. Drove me crazy in J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood and Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter Series… I was so over Stryker that by the time he got his own book I was sort of like, “whateve’s–next book please!” I couldn’t stand him. He had been Interrupting Cow for a million books before he got his own. Moo, boyfriend, I don’t care, you got your book! Moo, muthamooing, moo! Don’t care… too much interruption. I felt that way in here too because the inserts were so small, vignettes work only when they aren’t like that annoying person tapping you on the shoulder. Moo, muthamooing, moo!

I do love that the next peep in this series is Darcy Foster and his review is three seconds from now! Donuts blinks! You can’t miss it anyway, it won’t matter if you blink or not!

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Perfect Mate Excerpt:

The screams died into whimpers of pain, which became chokes. Lillian stood where she’d been ordered behind the cabinet flattened back against the wall. At first she’d been about to argue at his high-handed order, but then the gun had gone off.

All she could see was the furrow in the wall at the end of the corridor. She’d helped deal with suicidal and violent patients, ones who struggled with the world in general and their place in it.

Being shot at was completely out of her realm of experience.

Men who weren’t men, who sprouted claws the size of bread knives that could shear a man’s hand off at the wrist, were completely out of her realm of experience as well.

Right now she’d like her realm of experience to include being at home, tucked up in bed with a nice, safe chick flick in the DVD player. Which told exactly how out of her element she felt since she hated chick flicks with a passion. She favored action movies or the occasional horror. Watching horror, however, and taking a starring role were two completely different things.

She paled as the choking was interrupted by hideous cracking sounds. One after another, like rhythmic gunshots. She flinched with each crack. Without looking, she knew what was happening. In her mind’s eye she could see the guards stiffening as their spines curved into the terrible arch Walker’s had made. Arching until mere human anatomy gabe under the strain and their vertebrae cracked, one after the other.

In fact, screw the chick flick. Right now she’d just settle for not being here in a corridor where men were dying. With the distinct likelihood she would join them in the very near future.

Oh my God. She had to get out of here. No matter how pretty Harper’s words were, how much she felt they’d connected, he was a dangerous man…wolf…something. No matter how disenfranchised with the establishment a person was, there were ways and means of expressing your displeasure.

Killing people wasn’t one of them.

The bone -crunching sounds stopped. Holding her breath, Lillian edged away from the wall and peeked around the cabinet. Jack stood a little way down the corridor, looking down at the two bodies. Like before, both lay in the middle of an ever-widening pool of black, brackish blood. She could smell the stuff from here. A chemical, wrong smell.

He stood between her and the entrance to the ward. Beyond the door behind him lay safety and more men with guns. Big guns. But first she had to get past him.

Still clad in the hospital gown, butt peeking through the gap, the mint green fabric was splattered in blood. His hands at his sides had reverted to normal, not the hideous claws she’d seen when she’d risked a glance around the corner. Just in time to see him do a slice and dice job on the first guard’s hand.

A hand that lay a few feet away, the gun still its grip. Funny that even when separated from the body, the hand had retained it’s last conscious position, finger curled around the trigger.

She needed that gun. Whether or not it would do any good again whatever Jack was, she didn’t know. But being armed gave her a better chance of getting to the end of the corridor and out the door.

The fact that she’d never shot a gun in her life didn’t cross her mind.

He still looked at the bodies, his head down between the broad width of his shoulders. They heaved, as though he were struggling for breath. Concern wrung her heart as she looked at the gun and back at him. Was he hurt? Had the guard shot him?

No, she’d definitely only had one shot. There hadn’t been time for a second before…she swallowed, the sound painfully dry…before he’d sliced the man’s hand off.

Go, go, go, go… Her heart pounding, she forced herself into action. Legs bunched under her, she propelled herself out from behind the cabinet and toward her target. Shoulder slamming into the wall, she half slid down it as she grabbed up the gun and the severed hand. A small part of her brain yammered away as she tore the still-warm fingers loose and dropped the hand. Clinical waste, she told herself. Not even an amputated limb since the body it belonged to was rapidly cooling sans heartbeat, on the floor.

Her hand closed around the cool metal of the grip, her finger on the trigger, as if she’d used a gun everyday of her life.

“Stay right where you are,” she ordered, and tried to ignore her hand shaking.

Arms out at his head, his outline a silhouette against the light from the far door. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t leap into action as she expected. She’d seen the speed he moved at. Way too fast to be human.

Arms at his sides, which pulled the hospital gown in all sorts of interesting directions, he turned slowly to face her. She tightened her grip on the gun, trying to stop the trembled in her hand. Holding it tighter didn’t work: the muzzle wobbled like Jell-O at a kid’s birthday party.

“I mean it, freeze! On the floor, now!”

Her words had no effect. Instead of lying down as she’d ordered, he started to walk toward her instead. Fear raced through her body like a herd of wild horses.

“Shoot me if you need to, Lillian.”

His voice was soft and gentle, filled with a tone that wrung her heart. As though he could meet hordes of armed guards with his bare hands and win, but that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop her.

“I don’t blame you if you did. You’ve seen some of what I am, what I can do…” The gap between them shortened, his pace slow but inextricable. She took a pace back.

“And it gets worse. I’m the monster they made me, the creature of death and destruction they wanted. I’ve killed far more than these two. I’d like to say it was under orders… under the influence of the drugs they pumped into me…but it wasn’t. I didn’t know when I signed up what they were going to do. How it would change me.”

Another step toward her, then another and another. Suppressing a whimper of fear, Lillian backed up, but he walked, talking all the time. Shoot him, her instincts screamed, but she couldn’t. The pain in his rough voice wound around her heart, held her in thrall until her back hit the cold wall behind her.

“But I liked the killing. I liked letting this…” he thumped his chest, “..thing out. I had nothing to live for.” He reached her, walking right up until the muzzle of the gun rested against his chest. Right over his heart.

“Until I saw you. You’re perfect, sweetheart, everything I want…an angel I don’t deserve. They…” He threw a snarl over his shoulder at the fallen men. “They knew what was coming if I got out. But if you choose to pull the trigger, I won’t stop you. The bullet won’t kill me–you’ll need to shoot me in the head as well.”

He smiled at her, sadness and something else…acceptance and another emotion she couldn’t, didn’t want to name, shining in his eyes. “Do it, sweetheart, let me have peace.”

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Meet Mina Carter:

Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.

So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…

(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)

The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.

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Perfect Mate Synopsis:

The Project Rebellion, Book 1

Monsters do exist…and they’re the good guys.

Lillian Rosewood leads an ordinary, boring life working as the manager of a psychiatric hospital. The highlights of her day, other than her skinny hot chocolate, are the hunky guards who work in the secure section. Until a late-night emergency is wheeled in.

Captain Jack Harper is insane, drop-dead gorgeous…and just had his abdomen shredded. Despite the fact they’re not an emergency room, Lillian can’t turn him away and risk a death on her hands. Unable to get the handsome soldier out of her mind, Lillian sneaks into the restricted area to check on him. What she finds is beyond belief. Somehow Jack has managed to heal himself from a near-fatal wound in mere hours.

When one of the doctors, Walker, attempts to rape her, things go from bad to worse. In the blink of an eye, Jack is loose and Walker is dead… and Lillian must accept a truth about her rescuer that will change her world forever. What if the patients aren’t insane? What if their stories of secret government experiments and monsters are true?

Warning: Contains blood, mayhem and nude werewolves operating heavy weaponry. Large amounts of sarcasm and smart-ass vampires may offend some readers. No civilian hospital staff were harmed in the making of this story.

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Blood Mate Synopsis:

The Project Rebellion, Book 2

The only thing they have in common? Really…sharp…teeth.

Major Antonia Fielding has one goal: to escape the clutches of the Project. With the blood-virus infecting her system, though, a body bag is likely her only way out. Until her boss lets slip that he may just have a cure for her—if she brings in an escaped Lycan.

Can she trust him? Now there’s the million-dollar question. Then again, can she afford not to take that chance?

Darce Foster was a Special Forces soldier, until the Project got hold of him. Now he’s a Lycan, a lab-created werewolf, this close to escaping his creators—until another of the Project’s experiments stops him in his tracks. Not because she has the power to hold him, but because he instantly recognizes the impossible. The vampiress is his mate.

Allowing her to bring him in is his only choice—and possibly the last mistake of his life.

Enemies or lovers, it doesn’t matter. When they discover that the Project is hiding yet more secrets, they must work together to bring it down…or die in the attempt.

Warning: Contains a cocky wolf who won’t take no for an answer, an ice-queen losing her cool and a pack full of hunky werewolves bent on rescue. And zombie spidermen.

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Not-Dead-Enough-StrokeNot Dead Enough Synopsis:

Project Rebellion (SARA Book 1)
This is an offshoot of the Project Rebellion Series

There is life after death, unfortunately for them, it’s the same one…

Brett Perkins was a soldier, until the Project killed him. Now he’s finding that life after death isn’t so hot. With the Project base destroyed, he and his team have been tasked with running down and destroying a group of rogue Bloods. Unfortunately the vampires always seem to be one step ahead. Then they start kidnapping women…

Thanks to her soon-to-be ex-husband, Julia Collier is despised and reviled in the small town of Greenwood. His stories have painted her as everything from an air-headed gold-digger to a nymphomaniac serial killer. She can’t even shop in the local store without suffering abuse from her fellow townsfolk, and that’s before the late night calls or her ex’s bully-boys following her.

When her home is broken into, Julia assumes it’s her husband making good on his threats to ‘deal with her for good’. She never dreams that it will lead a descent into another, terrifying world. One inhabited by werewolves, vampires…and zombies. Or that zombies could be so damn hot. Espeically one certain example who makes her heart pound and all her common sense disappear over the horizon. After all, what woman in her right mind would fall for the undead?

Unless the undead aren’t dead at all, but something more than human, from a world she’ll need all her wits and new abilities to survive the battle between the undead…and the dead.

Project Rebellion: They’re not heroes, they’re something else… They’re SARAs and they’re about to kick ass.

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