Thursday, March 7, 2013

Giveaway and Book Review of The Guilty Innocent

Book Review of The Guilty Innocent
            The Knight of the Darkness Chronicles
        Sponsored by Innovative Book Tours

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Author: D.N. Simmons
Genre: Urban-fantasy
Sub-Genre: Paranormal Romance, Mystery, GLBT, Horror, Multicultural,
humor, erotica
Publisher: Rushmore Publishing
Pairings: M/F,M/M,M/F/M
The series features straight, gay and bisexual
Sexual content is rated Hot and Steamy.
Other Ratings: Mature Audience, Graphic Language and Violence, Strong
Sexual Situations and all sort of good things and naughty bits that make
for great entertainment.
Pages: 282
ISBN-13: 978-0615688381
Word Count: 104481

Blurb : 

The Guilty Innocent is the second novel in the edgy, action-packed,
sexually-charged, Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.
In this installment, Darian, the gorgeous, charismatic and charming
master vampire of Chicago is framed for a crime he didn't commit, but
why? His lover, Xavier, Natasha and a few others must travel halfway
across the world to find out who and why before time runs out and all
hell breaks loose!

Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will
suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!

About the Author:

D. N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd
that's too big for his own good and mischievous kitten that she
affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". Her hobbies include rollerblading,
billiards, bowling, reading, watching television and going to the movies.
She has been nominated at Love Romances and More, winning honorable
mention for best paranormal book of 2006. She has won "Author of the
Month" at Warrior of Words. She was voted "New Voice of Today" at Romance
Reviews and "Rising Star" at Love Romance and More.

To learn more, and have the opportunity to speak with the author
personally, please visit the official website and forum at . D.N. is always interesting in meeting new and
wonderful people.






Chapter One
A Hard Day's Work
I could feel the delicate warmth of the sun’s rays on my eyelids. Could it be seven o’clock already? I thought groggily. I hoped not. I so wasn’t ready to get up. This is definitely what one would describe as, “hugging the bed” and goodness knows I was holding on for dear life. I could feel myself drifting back tosleep and just when I started to feel the blissful unconsciousness of sleep returning, I heard the loud, annoying sound of my alarm clock. Note to self: buy a different alarm clock, one that wakes you up to the sound of … music, preferably, the King of Pop.

“Okay, okay, I’m up!” I said aloud, shutting off the alarm before tossing the warm comforter aside and climbing out of my bed. Once in the shower, I saw that I was almost out of my Anisi Original for Her, I’d need to place another order soon. I had to have my Anisi, and it was my one true indulgence. Those products were pricey, even for me, but worth every penny. After my shower, I scanned over the many new outfits (my guys bought for me) hanging unorganized in my closet. Boy, if mom saw that I had three of my suits hanging on wire hangers, she’d go mad. Not “Mommy Dearest” mad, but she’d give me a lecture on how to care for my clothes properly. I knew one thing, I needed more room. A lot of my clothes were pressed too close together and I literally had to pry back and forth to look for something to wear.

Thanks to Annette’s strict diet, I was finally a size six and able to fit into those stylishly designed clothes I had fantasized about wearing no less than five months ago. After fishing through my clothes, I decided to go with a light gray pantsuit, something that accented my rediscovered womanly curves. Now, I wasn't much for heels, but I would wear them. I liked to alternate my shoes. Sometimes I’d wear sneakers and then I might wear a pair of heels, boots or flat-soled shoes. I combed out my curls, letting the curly, dark brown ends rest on my shoulders. I have naturally light green eyes. At one time, I thought about trying hazel colored contacts, just for a change, but decided I liked the natural me better. I gave myself the once over. Pleased and confident with the way I looked, I grabbed my coat, purse and keys and headed over to Annette’s bedroom to say goodbye.

I peeked into her room. She wasn’t there. The sheets on her bed were all rumpled as if she had slept there, but I didn’t remember hearing Annette come home last night nor had I heard her leave earlier this morning. Hmm, she may have still been out with some hot stud from the club. Annette wasn't the type of female who desired a serious relationship with men. She was only interested in their companionship for maybe one night. She had confided in me that she’d experienced a few bad relationships in which the men she had dated tried to control and dominate her. Some even physically abused her, especially if she fought them ... and fought them she did. Since then, she was no longer interested in any man on that level. I couldn’t blame her, really. I closed her door, making a mental note to call later to find out if she made it home all right.

Having arrived to work on time, my supervisor, Darla gave me a friendly greeting. I was pretty fortunate to have one of those supervisors who understood that happy employees created a more easygoing working environment where people loved to do their jobs. I had worked at places in the past where management was never friendly and harassed their employees all day long. I checked my email and saw that my assignment for the day was to take some pictures of a political conference. I was pretty sure this was going to be boring.
I arrived at the conference twenty minutes later. It turned out that this conference was about whether or not they should integrate shape-shifter children into the public schools. I didn’t see the big deal ... well … I could see why people would be afraid to let the unknown and unusual into their lives. I was like that myself, until I met Warren, Xavier and Darian.
Since bringing them into my life, I had gained a better understanding of their lifestyles. I had asked them all sorts of questions and discovered that they weren’t much different from humans. In my opinion, more adult education regarding the supernatural culture was really what was most needed, that and tolerance. People needed to understand that shape-shifter children did not gain their supernatural abilities until they reached their age of maturity. Warren had told me that shape-shifters matured between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two.

In reality, there was no more danger from shape-shifter children than there was from other, fully human children. I thought it would be good for the schools to be integrated. It would allow the human and shape-shifter children to interact with each other. Kids weren’t born with prejudices; they were learned from their parents. If you enlightened both the children and their parents, then the world would grow to be a better place. There were many controversies concerning supernatural and human interaction. ‘Should it be done?
What could be done to prevent it? Etc.’ In my opinion, those were the half concocted babbles of power hungry politicians. The interaction couldn't be prevented, but the potential problems could be minimized.  Which is why I thought education was important.
After meeting the three supernaturals that I now knew, I had less fear of them. Besides, no mortal man had ever treated me with as much respect and tenderness as those three men had. So, who had the right to call them monsters? Certainly not the human species; we had been killing each other since the dawn of time.

After five hours of debating, neither side could agree on the issues at hand, but I knew that this conference wouldn’t be the end of it. There were politicians who were beginning to see the potential in the coexistence. Many were also trying to make good on the fact that the supernaturals pay taxes, and were a huge part of the economy, not to mention they could vote. The election would be coming up in November this year; we would see what happened then.

After taking all the photos I was going to take of the boring ass debate, I packed up my equipment and drove back to my office to give Carl my film so that he could develop it and keep Darla off my case. After the grueling—and uneventful—workday, I was more than happy to be heading back home, especially after lane surfing through some pretty thick traffic, which slowed down my travel time considerably. I had finally gotten home and was walking through the door when I heard my telephone ringing. I dashed through the open door and dove for the couch, catching the phone on the fifth ring. Pretty damn cool if I may say so myself.

“Hello?” I ask breathlessly.

“Natasha Hemingway, please,” the voice said.

The voice sounded like my supervisor, Darla. Oh, I hoped not. I’d just gotten home. “This is she, what can I do for you?”

“Oh great! Natasha, this is Darla. I need you to go down to Desires Unleashed. They are having a huge publicity party there. It seems that Governor Andrew Wallace is going down there to drum up some support from the supernatural community for his re-election in November. I need you to take pictures. Don’t worry; you’ll get time and a half. Can you do that?” Darla asked me.

Well, I could do it, but I didn’t want to. Nevertheless, I knew I would do it anyway. “Sure, Darla, I can go there tonight.” I said.

What I really wanted to say was, “Hell no, people tired!” but that was out of the question.
“What time is the publicity party?” I asked flatly,

“Excellent, Natasha, excellent. It will be at eight o’clock tonight, Thank you, I owe you.” With that she hung up.

Bah! Why me? I had just enough time to grab something to eat, or take a nap. I decided to check on Annette first, I was sure she’d be home by now, probably sound asleep. I walked to her room and opened the door. Her room looked the same way it did this morning. Could she be at work? It wouldn’t be the first time she had left a one night’s stand and gone straight to work afterward. However, we had agreed that she would call me if she was going to be out for twenty-four hours. I checked the voice mail to see if she left a message. Nothing. It was then that I began to get worried; this wasn’t like Annette.


Loved book 1 and book 2 is even better. Two hot sexy vampires in love with a lowly human, add a touch of danger and murder and a sexy wolf and you have the basis for this story.

This is a romantic paranormal vampire, shifter, seer murder mystery.  I loved how all the elements came together to form a story.  It was so much better than the first one, which I loved.  I can’t wait for books 3 and more.

I give this book 4.5 out of 5 clouds.

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1 comment:

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