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Is your Lady Love a reader?
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make love 74% more often
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Reviews
I've got another good review:
Thank you Susan Plummer
at A TOUCH OF SPICE
who wrote:
Scented Lust by Jacqueline Turner Banks is an interesting novel with an intricate plot and characters that are out of this world yet very down to earth. There's a rich attention to detail which helps the reader in painting a picture of this unusual plot. The characters are all beautiful, well developed and three-dimensional. Scented Lust is not your typical contemporary love story but a paranormal romance that features an interracial couple. Quite a bit of writing is devoted to plot development and it truly makes for an entertaining read. I enjoyed reading this novel because although the plot is rather unbelievable the story is delivered in a well-written and entertaining manner.
Straight-laced, school teacher, Jordan Greene has never indulged in a one night stand before but when she does it becomes a night of many firsts. It seems the handsome stranger she bedded, Artest Drame, is way more than meets the eye. Jordan soon finds herself caught up in a mythical world where vampires are real and Olympian-like gods walk the earth in mortal form. Much of what happens in the story is really incredible but the passion between Jordan and Artest is very believable. Jordan must remain at Artest's side for her own protection but as they draw closer, will they be able to pull apart once the danger has dissipated.
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said:
Jacqueline Turner Banks brings a new paranormal world into the mix.
Jordan and Artest are two characters surrounded by a world of immortals. Gods, aliens and witches.
Mrs. Banks' developed paranormal romance is unique.
MOIST KITTY KAT RATING
(which means exactly as it sounds)
8/20/09
Scented Lust was classified as Heat Level: SIZZLING on BookStrand.
SamanthaAnn of Night Owl Romance reviewed Scented Lust. Here's what she said:
Jordan prepares to make her way home from her first one-night stand ever but fate steps in the way. Contrary to her earlier thoughts, she does get to know Artest better in a way she could never have imagined.
Jordan is a great character; she seems like a real person. Artest seems a little too good to be true, but then don’t all the heroes of our favorite books? While the story did remind me a little bit of something else I’ve read, it was different enough that it was still an enjoyable read with great action, if you know what I mean
4 0ut 0f 5 Hearts
COMING SOON
(2010)
SCENTED DREAMS
BOOK 2
Ian's story
“Don’t move!”
After she got over the initial shock of his voice—and yes, it did echo—she turned around and found him dressed and standing near his wardrobe. It was so confusing she actually looked back at the bed to see if he was still there. Surely he’s a twin.
“Excuse me?” Jordan said. Regardless of his apparent catlike abilities to hyper-move around his bedroom, who was he to tell her she couldn’t leave?
“Don’t talk either.”
“Who the hell. . .”
Before she could finish, he was standing next to her with his hand over her mouth. “There’s somebody in my house,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded to let him know she understood, and he removed his hand.
He inched closer to his closed bedroom door. With his eyes closed, he patted the door in several spots, high and low, with the flat of his palm. “There’s two of them, both inside. I can’t fight them and protect you too. We’d better leave. Where do you live?”
She was beginning to suspect a scam. She still hadn’t heard a damn thing. “Look, I had a great time last night, but. . .”
He touched her neck with the flat of his palm, much like he had the door. “Think about the place where you live,” he said in a soulful, gentle voice that sounded far away.
“What?”
Jordan tried to turn and look at him, but she couldn’t move. From the corner of her eye she could see he wasn’t there, but somehow it seemed as if she still felt the pressure of his palm on her neck.
I only had two drinks last night. Something is very. . .
Before she could finish her thought, everything went dark. Before she could scream from her sudden blindness, the light was back.
Except that they were standing in the living room of her little one-bedroom apartment.
“Who, or better yet, what the hell are you?”
“That, little girl, is the kind of thing you should ask before you go home with a stranger.”
After she got over the initial shock of his voice—and yes, it did echo—she turned around and found him dressed and standing near his wardrobe. It was so confusing she actually looked back at the bed to see if he was still there. Surely he’s a twin.
“Excuse me?” Jordan said. Regardless of his apparent catlike abilities to hyper-move around his bedroom, who was he to tell her she couldn’t leave?
“Don’t talk either.”
“Who the hell. . .”
Before she could finish, he was standing next to her with his hand over her mouth. “There’s somebody in my house,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded to let him know she understood, and he removed his hand.
He inched closer to his closed bedroom door. With his eyes closed, he patted the door in several spots, high and low, with the flat of his palm. “There’s two of them, both inside. I can’t fight them and protect you too. We’d better leave. Where do you live?”
She was beginning to suspect a scam. She still hadn’t heard a damn thing. “Look, I had a great time last night, but. . .”
He touched her neck with the flat of his palm, much like he had the door. “Think about the place where you live,” he said in a soulful, gentle voice that sounded far away.
“What?”
Jordan tried to turn and look at him, but she couldn’t move. From the corner of her eye she could see he wasn’t there, but somehow it seemed as if she still felt the pressure of his palm on her neck.
I only had two drinks last night. Something is very. . .
Before she could finish her thought, everything went dark. Before she could scream from her sudden blindness, the light was back.
Except that they were standing in the living room of her little one-bedroom apartment.
“Who, or better yet, what the hell are you?”
“That, little girl, is the kind of thing you should ask before you go home with a stranger.”
