Monday, January 4, 2016

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway!- Crimson Cove by Eden Butler

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Title:  Crimson Cove
Author:  Eden Butler 
Genre:  Paranormal Romance 
Publication Date:  December 31st 2015

Plot:  Ten years ago Janiver stole a kiss from the meanest boy in school. 

He never forgot.

Senior year. 

One minute before the tardy bell rang, Bane Illes would slip through the door. 

He never smiled. 

He never spoke. 

Each day, that dark, dangerous boy gave Janiver Benoit a glance. And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent over her skin, she took from Bane something he’d never give freely—one lingering, soul knocking kiss. 

Ten years later, her family needs her, and Janiver will have to face the one person she promised herself she’d never see again.

The dangerous wizard that might make leaving Crimson Cove the last thing she wants to do.
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 My Review 

☆ I received an ARC via As the Pages Turn in exchange for an honest review. Thank you!! ☆


“Sometimes the melding comes through a friendship so kindred that the bond is timeless, and restlessness…joining paramours can never be severed.”

A little hard and confusing to get into at first-- with all of the new magic concepts and explanations of who and what is what-- I REALLY LOVED this fresh, innovative, and out of the box concept of a modern romance with a dark, ethereal twist.

As you can already guess, this is a supernatural read-- with wizards&witches and different types of shifters involved in the mix, and I have to say, it was a hell of a lot different from other paranormal romance reads I’ve come across thus far, which is one hell of a huge accomplishment for Eden’s first venture into the paranormal.

Janiver “Jani” Benoit has been bewitched with Bane Illes since before she can remember. And him vice versa. They feel a pull to each other… a magnetic tug that magnifies everytime they’re in the same room or near the other that screams, “mine!”

Only problem is, Jani is a low-class witch and Bane is the sole heir to the most powerful coven in all of Crimson Cove and is expected to marry a girl from another influential clan. They can never be together. And yet, everything inside them points that they are meant to be.

But then, Jani ran away and hid a secret, binding her and Bane’s fates together even more intricately and vastly than they could ever imagine. She wants to let go of what can never be but cannot. He wants to know what she kept from him.

Now fast forward ten years later, after a coveted magical artifact is stolen from Crimson Cove, the lines are even more blurred when Jani is called back to help retrieve it before havoc and mayhem ensue, and right of the center of it is Bane.

Can she do her job and not lose her heart?

Will she and Bane have a chance at love with heavy opposition against them? And can they embark on the spark that has never gone away no matter what distance or spell cast?

“There’s only one who’s claimed Bane Iles and we both know who that is. Don’t we?”

I would have LOVE, LOVED a Bane POV of things, and what was going on in his head, but at the same time, I loved the mysterious, enigmatic feel of what he brought to the table. I was itching to know what he knew of the past, what he felt for Jami, and his feelings toward all of the obligations he has stacked under his belt. It was definitely a conundrum of expectations to live up to.

As for Jani. I really felt her character laid everything on the line and more. She did what she had to do because she thought it was for the better of everyone. She is strong, level headed, extremely self less, and isn’t one of those whiny characters you want to strangle. She is sympathetic in every aspect of what she says and does.

All in all, a wonderful standalone that will entrance you and captivate you from start to finish!! I cannot stress how much I enjoyed reading this! #oneclicknow

My Rating:

CRIMSON COVE EXCERPT THREE: Your secrets are your own, he finally said, a little of his confidence dimmed, but his resolve stronger than ever.  Good, I thought. He’ll need it.They are.              One step forward and Bane stared down at me. Then why do I get the feeling that what’s behind that wall isn’t just for you?              Beyond us, I sensed the weight of the lines trying to breech across the safeguard Bane had placed inside me. He sensed it too, even nodded toward it when I looked at him, expecting confirmation. But he wanted an answer, didn’t seem to care that his spell had worked on me.  Don’t go poking, Bane. Not all secrets need telling.              Bane was only a foot away from me, his mind likely lingering around the confusion of that day, ten years ago, and the heat he thought he’d imagined. But it had been real. Hell, it was still so damn real and even with him tempering the lines from me, Bane seemed to know it too. A warning, he started looking as though he wasn’t sure if he wanted me or wanted to be angry with me. I may not be able to have complete awareness of your thoughts, but I can tell what direction they’re heading toward.Meaning?Meaning if I piss you off, I’m gonna know. I shook my head, not caring if Bane knew how often he pissed me off. Meaning that if I do something you like, he moved his gaze down my body, then back up, Well, I’ll know just how much you like what I do.And if someone else does something I like? He grunted, but remained silent. I mean, if say, one of those primal, alpha shifters do something I really, really like...͟I’ll damn well know. The clip of his voice was a warning I took to heart.  I see.              There was little time left now for us to squabble or argue over what I kept from him so when I turned away, needing the distance, and he grabbed my arm, stopping me, and the shock was quick and, despite knowing him as I did, unexpected. That daydream...͟ He pressed his lips together. Felt damn real.

              My eyes kept steady on my wrist in his grip, as though on their own, they’d decided looking at Bane wouldn’t be smart. Why are you touching me again? Finally able to control myself, I looked up. The spell is over.Is it?              There was something new, something strange to how Bane pulled me in. The lines weren’t calling me, insisting that I take him, claim him once again. They were, in fact, nothing more than a quiet whisper I could barely make out, begging now instead of insisting. The sensation had no bite, not as it did before Bane’s spell, but there was still a heat between us, that constant energy that no block could keep from us. We were drawn to each other even without the lines’ interference. Bane...͟ He inched closer and I held my breath as that pull—our pull—between us drew us closer. What am I thinking now?              He growled, rushing toward my mouth, warming it with just a brush of his lips. The same damn thing I am. He gripped my face between his fingers and kissed me hard, scorching against my mouth like he wanted to claim it. God, how I wish he would, and just that thought made that low, deep groan in Bane’s throat transform into a growl of pleasure.                The air around us dropped, the temperatures cooling the wind, bringing brittle leaves and small twigs from the trees around us. Nothing slipped into my thoughts as we came closer, as I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to touch Bane, that he belonged to someone else, that he was meant for something else in which I played no part. But just for that moment, I wanted to take him. I wanted his touch and taste all over me.                At the thought, Bane broke away, his hot, hurried breath fanning down my nose as he rested his forehead against mine. This spell was an insanely bad idea.Why? Fingers fisted in his collar, he moved when I pulled him toward me, too eager, too anxious to keep from touching him.  God, Jani, because now I know you’ve been thinking the same thing I have since the second I walked into your apartment.              But I knew, I knew that it had all started for us far longer than a few days before.  Bane...͟Tell him no, I thought. Remind him who he is, who you are. But even thinking it was enough to settle him.  I don’t think I much care, he stopped me, answering my unspoken question about what would be or what should be. God help me. I don’t fucking care about any of it.              Like a flame igniting, like the rush of decision that is never given much thought, a decision that is more instinct than logic, we moved away from ourselves, from the people we were always supposed to be. There was no duty, no honor, no distinctions to be maintained, no expectations that need to be protected. We’d come this close before, the near making of something new, something forbidden, but this time I gave no thought to what would happen if I let Bane forget that I was not for him.  

              Just one flashing moment where we pulled against each other, where his touch felt like liquid fire on my skin, where my mouth against his throat made that huge man shudder at the feel of it. I don’t care either.              It was all it took. Providence, destiny, the twist of some life altering event set in motion by the lines, by the gods, by whatever it was that bent our wills, directed our paths down the roads we took. My declaration, my small lie that I truly didn’t care, was enough to pick apart the moment that might keep us from it. It was enough to ricochet into something that could never be unmade.                That’s when the screaming started.                In the quiet din of darkness, with Bane holding me, devouring my mouth, insisting my body bend this way and that, a scream rent through the moment and torn it to pieces, followed by another, and another.


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 About the Author 


Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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