FLAMEWALKER by @drwendyv


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I don’t know where to start for this review.

You know those stories you read that stay with you even after you’ve finished a few pages or a chapter… even before reaching the end, you know it’ll be forever in your mind as one of those books that’s just…well, perfect? Flamewalker is that kind of book.

Whatever category or genre you read, this book slams through your usual preferences, and you can’t help but love it. When writing is this good, you know you’ve found a brilliant and talented author, and that’s what Wendy Vogel is. Her writing will make you wish you had even half her skill in order to tell a story that flows from the pages with ease and envelopes you into another world. I’ve read many of the author’s stories, including a few manuscripts, and she has a way to make any story connectable in one form or the other. There’s a great balance of description and action, the dialogue is real… so, so real you can hear voices inside your head (I swear, I am insane, but not to that point lol).

So let me get to the review. I’ll be honest; I’m still not sure where to even begin. From the main characters, to the antagonist, to the side characters… all of them are unique and jump from the pages. We’ve all heard the expression before, but with this book, it actually happens. You could cut out all the dialogue tags, and you’d still know who’s talking because of the way they speak, the words they use, their inner thoughts, just everything about them. This was the first book I’ve read where I read a character I sympathized with slowly turning into the antagonist, and despite hating him at the end, I still had that twinge of… almost regret, in a way. A regret to know that what had started as honor and pain, twisted him to what he became. The author has a way to make characters very human, and that means showing our weaknesses as well. You’ll feel for the main character the whole time, and the author brings out the ‘chosen one’ into a unique light. There are no clichés when it comes to this story – everything takes a fresh twist.

I could go on and on about this book, but what I will say is this: pick up a copy, and read it. It’ll stay with you. Walk in Her Sight. Live in Her Wisdom.








Welcome once again to my mid week tease featuring my adult dark fantasy romance! STORM TRAVELER (Book 1 STORM OWL) is part of the same universe as MY SOUL TO GIVE (taking place two years later) and is currently being revised before I plan on querying it to the same press that published the series A DEMON’S LOVE 🙂


The only sounds around were my footsteps, and my panting. After a while, both weighed on me like a warning. No other sounds around, which only reinforced my instincts something was hunting me. And there, on the edge of the forest, a figure stood.

I took a step closer, but in the bare illumination of the twilight sky, it was impossible to see.

“Are you lost?” a male voice asked in amusement.

The stranger’s tone was unnerving; I couldn’t understand why my body trembled so much. I eyed him, trying to assess what I’d be dealing with in a few seconds, but the odds weren’t looking good for me. Tall―at least six feet―and even from the distance I could tell, well-built. The stranger dripped with power crackling in the air.

Swallowing a few times, I hoped my voice wouldn’t shake. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

He materialized a few feet from me, and something between a gasp and a strangled noise escaped me. Fear and awe coursed through me as a small smile curled his lips. He had the blackest hair I’d ever seen, finishing in spiked ends passed his ears at the front, while the rest fell above his shoulders. He had the kind of face that made it impossible to guess his age; he could have been anywhere from his mid-twenties to late-thirties. And his eyes; dark blue and shimmering as though alive, protruding against the darkness.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he pointed toward my feet. “Why don’t you come with me, sweetheart?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Was this guy for real? He reached into his jacket and pulled out…

A lollipop.

“If you come, I’ll give this to you…” He twirled it around a few times.

I scoffed as I crossed my arms. “You must think I’m an idiot.”

He chuckled, still spinning the candy between his thumb and finger. “How about I trade the lollipop for you?”

“That’s not even a little funny.” Glancing down, my eyes widened; I’d taken a few steps forward. When the hell had I even moved? And toward him?

“You must have a really sweet tooth.” His smile turned wicked. “Lucky for you, so do I.”

I stared at him, too scared to make a move. He wasn’t human. He may have looked it, what with his gorgeous stare, and alluring smile, his dark clothes tight against his muscular body, and… Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus. I was so thankful he kept some distance. Not only for my safety, but because he would feel the heat radiating from my body, and I hated myself for it.

“Want to share it?” He cocked his head. “Your mouth probably tastes sweeter than it looks, and it’ll just make it yummier.”

I narrowed my eyes, inspecting him again, and assessing other details I’d ignored when I’d lost my mind for a second. His pants had the same look as the army-like ones I wore, except his were tighter against his muscular legs. His trench coat fell to his ankles, similar to the ones in my world.

I knew my sense of security wouldn’t last long the way he stared at me, but I craved answers. “Who are you?”

“A stranger offering you candy if you come into the woods to have fun.” His eyes sent signals I wasn’t safe around him. He had predator written all over him, and I didn’t want to become a prey again.

“No thank you.” I didn’t move a muscle. No way would I make any sudden movements. I’d have one second to run for it, and even then, he’d catch me for sure.

“Did you think you had a choice?” The grin on his face didn’t match his dark tone. “Come now; I can be gentle.”

My foot slid back an inch. “You’re insane.”

His piercing blue eyes sank into mine. “Then, I suggest you run very, very fast.”


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Mid Week Tease – FROZEN HEARTS #MidWeekTease


Welcome to my mid week tease featuring my adult dark fantasy romance! FROZEN HEARTS (Book 1 BLOOD INTERTWINED) is complete at 101,000 words. ***Some clarifications: Nilak is a yokai – demons/spirits with animal traits, and he is from the okami race, meaning wolf. The word ningen means human.*** 



A soft moan, like a growl, sounded from inside the room. She stared at Nilak as he moved around, his eyelids shut tight as his hands clenched the side of the sofa.

What should I do?

His eyelids flew open, and he sat with a jolt as though an electric current surged through him. His whole body shook, his head turning side-to-side, searching for whatever plagued his dreams.

Rozalie rushed to him and sat on the edge of the sofa. “It’s okay now, it was only―”

She gasped when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, forcing her into a kneeling position in front of him. His breathing didn’t slow as his hands climbed higher on her back, gripping the material of her top, as though clinging for life. He leaned his forehead against her chest, his ears flat against his black hair, his whole body trembling. She wanted to say something, but he looked up into her eyes with the same pained expression that made her want to help him, and her words caught in her throat.

When she shifted her weight off her knees, he pulled her to his lap. Her leg muscles relaxed, but the rest of her tensed at being in such a vulnerable position, heat pulsated through her knowing he was naked under the thin blanket.

His forehead leaned against her shoulder and he slid one hand along her side until it settled on the laces of her top. “You…should go back to bed, ningen.”

The way he whispered it sent shivers through her again, the goosebumps crawling along her skin no longer due to the cold air. “Are you…” she cleared her throat, “Are you going to be okay?”

He stared at her, his pale blue and white eyes locked with her brown ones. No words were needed―he wasn’t all right. Like her, things plagued their minds no matter how hard they tried to ignore it, and at night, it came for them without mercy.

“Can I stay like this… a little longer?” His gaze searched her.

She fought her emotions and her mind, but in the end, sympathy won. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand and stood, looking away from him. “Er… could put some clothes on?”

After a few seconds, he took her hand again, and she took a deep breath. Once she was under the furs, he lay next to her and rested his head in the nook below her shoulder. “I’m sorry to be using you like this…” He traced his fingers along her arm. “You deserve better.”

“I sleep better when you’re next to me, so I guess I’m using you too.”

To her surprise, his arms slipped under her back, and pressed her against him. His breathing steadied, and soon, her eyelids fluttered with sleep. Her fingers traced along his muscular arms, and he kissed the nook of her neck in response. With that final, silent, communication, she fell asleep.

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Mid Week Tease


Welcome to my first Mid Week Tease!

My teaser comes from FOLLOW THE STARS (adult thriller with some romantic elements) which is one of my manuscripts. It’s still going through some last touches editing before I query it. 

Anouk’s phone rang, and ‘Unknown’ flashed. She frowned; rarely were numbers untraceable to the government. Still, duty called, and she answered, “Good morning, Anouk speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hello,” a husky voice spoke from the other end. “You’re much nicer than the last person I spoke to yesterday.”

She glanced over her shoulder at her coworkers. “I apologise for that, sir. Did you get the name of the person you spoke with?”

“No, but it’s not a problem since I’ve reached someone who’s quite pleasant.”

Anouk smiled, flipping her notepad to a blank page. “Did we call and leave a message?”

“Yes, but tell me something. How are you still so polite while working in one of these call centres? I didn’t even think that was possible.”

His voice put her at ease, and she let go her usual caution. “It’s a job; have to start somewhere to get to where we want to go.”

“And where is it you want to go?” Curiosity rang in his voice. “I imagine this isn’t your ideal choice for a career?”

She scoffed. “No, definitely not. University costs money, though.”

“Let me guess. Something art related? Or maybe a law degree of sorts? Or is it both? You’re someone whose soul flows with creativity, and you have a strong sense of right and wrong. Working where you are must smother all of that.”

She grinned at the compliment, but her stomach did a summersault. His guesswork was a little too precise for her liking. “Good guess for both.” Adjusting her position on the cheap chair; her back snapped. “This place has its ups and downs… nothing too horrible.” Moving her cursor on the search bar at the top of her screen, she prepared to type. “May I have your reference number, please?”

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch the number on the message. Is there another way to find me in that system of yours?”

“A few ways, yes.” She scrolled for other options. “Which phone number did we leave the message on?”

There was a lengthy pause, and she thought the call had disconnected until he cleared his throat and answered, “I’ve got many numbers, and all linked to one where I can listen to my messages, so I’m not sure which one it was left on. Any other ways?”

Different phone numbers and he didn’t know which one we called? No reference number. Last interviewer was rude. Anouk’s good mood seeped out of her.

This guy was fucking with her. Wasting her time like so many others.

She drummed her fingers against the desk. “First and last name?”

“Oh? Have you dropped pleasantries already?” he asked, his tone causing her hand to tremble as it hovered over the mouse clicker. “That was quick.”

She forced a pleasant tone. “I can find you in our system if you can provide your first and last name, a telephone number or a reference number. Would you prefer we call back later once you’ve had the chance to listen to the message again to see if you can hear the reference number this time?”

“So both art and law? Tell me, what do you cherish most about art, Miss Lemay?”

Well, as long as she got a complete with a customer, what did she care about chatting? “I admire the way any emotion is brought to life. Things we’re not allowed to feel or say. It’s all shown without ever having to be said.”

There was another pause, then, “That’s beautiful. Undisclosed emotions for the world to see, not hear. And what about law? What fascinates you about the subject?”

“Maybe you can give me one of your phone numbers, and if we’re lucky, it’s the one we have registered here?” She crossed her fingers he’d give her something, and this wouldn’t all be a waste of time. The last thing she wanted was another fun conversation with her supervisor.

“Try 204-775-1770.” It was dismissive; as though he’d said it to placate her.

She wrote it on a piece of paper, and typed it in, waiting for her system to search. “What about you? Do you enjoy your work?”

“Very much.” Something in his voice shifted, like something sinister hid beneath a veneer of niceties.

Why did her computer have to be slower than usual? “Anything you like best about it?”

He chuckled, sending a shiver down her spine. “My favourite part is wrapping wire around my clients’ necks to cut through their flesh and muscle. There’s always so much blood and screaming. It mixes together perfectly. A work of art. Seeing as you have a high sense of justice, though, I’m not sure you’d appreciate.”

Her vision blurred, tunnelling to decade-old, dark memories; same panic, similar fear… but no blood, this time. Shaking her head to get back in the present, she pressed the red button, ending the call. Her phone rang again, the ‘Unknown’ flashing.


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~ Blurb ~

* Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.
* Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
* After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.


~ Adult Rated Excerpt ~

* A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.
* Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?
* Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.
* He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.
* Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.
* Seems she doesn’t mind.
* Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.
* She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”
* The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
* Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.
* Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

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Bio for Casey Moss

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

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Holy mother of all that is good and pure, where has this book been all my life?

I loved everything about it – the main characters, the supporting ones, antagonists, everyone. I’ll start with Logan – my favorite. I loved that, although he was a cocky bastard with a kind heart, he was also vulnerable at times, which made him stand out, and developed as a character. Silver, from time to time, annoyed me at first, but she soon grew on me pretty fast and I came to love her sass (although, sometimes, I did want to slap her a bit). Ronin, Vincent, Ollie – all the supporting characters were real; they weren’t just there to move the story, they had a purpose. As for the antagonists, I found there was a good balance of evil – I mean, Anastasia was a bit too “evil for the sake of being evil’, but in the story’s case, it actually worked really well.

The story kept me hooked from page one, and I honestly feel like I just lived through four years worth with the characters, thinking back on where it all started on a New Year’s Eve. I didn’t see anything coming, and I was on the edge of my bed the whole time I read, loving the mysteries and secrets unfolding.

Seriously, I already love vampire stories, but this one took a step in another direction that was quite honestly brilliant!

Oh, and the sex scenes were amazingly hot!!!





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I absolutely love this story! Unique, gripping, page-turning; I really wanted to keep reading and skip work altogether. I’ll admit it: I took extra long washroom breaks to read more!

The characters are different, and each of them brings something to the story – I really liked both the main characters and their chemistry together? *swoons* Just the right balance of feisty, humor, romance, suspense – everything.

I look forward to reading all the books in this story, and will be following this author for more great books!

If you like shifter stories, read this. If you don’t, read it anyway because it’s that good!



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