{Book Review} Love Thyself by Layla Stevens

Love Thyself 
by Layla Stevens
Genres: LGBTQQ,New Adult,Suspense




Warning: This book is graphic in nature. 18+ is advised. 

Have you ever felt like you were different, like you didn't belong? Kellie Kingston knows that feeling all too well. She’s not who she pretends to be, instead from the inside out, Kellie is actually Kaleb. For years, Kaleb has wanted to break free from the reins of Kellie’s lifestyle. He knows he was born in a female’s body, but with a soul of a man. What happens when skeletons are forced to be kept in dirty closets? No one should judge a person by the gender of their body, but the passions found within their heart. Will the people of Kaleb’s community ever be able to accept him for who he really is? Will Kaleb ever be free to truly love himself or will southern socialite secrets keep him hidden forever?








I received an ARC when I signed my blog up to host and promote the release of this book. I made no guarantee of a favorable review and the opinions expressed here are my own.

When I read the book's synopsis I knew I had to read it as my fifteen year old son, correction, my fifteen year old daughter told me less than a year ago that she will be transitioning from male to female as soon as it is possibly feasible. I've always been an open minded individual but learning that my child wants to be a different gender managed to devastate me.

Kellie is a teenage girl that is trapped in a boy's body and though she faces hate and discrimination the most painful hurt she experiences is the condemnation from her own mother. Reading this book I could feel what Kellie aka Kaleb's parents were dealing with and how apart their thoughts, feelings and reactions were from one another. I could aslo feel Kellie's pain and I must say that I rode an emotional roller coaster throughout the entire read which I did in one sitting as I was so consumed with the story line. 

I had never read anything written by this author and I'm truly glad I did as she is talented and her writing is uniquely captivating. This book is worthy of more than five stars and I hope you take the time to read it as it is a truly inspiring read full of shocking revelations, love of parent and most importantly love of self.

I can never truly express my gratitude to the author for this book but know that through this story I gained full acceptance of my child's desire and an even deeper love for what she wants to accomplish and for her determination. I love you Eve.

I give this book











I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma but moved to Pensacola, Florida in 1996. I have a huge family who I shocked them when I told them I was writing my first book. I have had a love a reading since I was young. Reading has always been my escape. I can read and be a princess or a warrior. Reading for me was always something magical. And I hope to pass that on to you all. 

I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life. {I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I have a fantastic Four that are my true loves. No names will be mentioned as they know who they are. I Love you all very much. {I didn't included alters in that comment}. I'm very opinionated and have no filter. I speak my mind without thinking of the consequences. Does this get me in Trouble? Yes it does every single day. But I will not change. I march to my own beat. My mom says that I can be a one man band.  

I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I never knew that writing a book would show me so much about myself. I have learned so much in a short amount of time. And I can't wait to learn more. 






Viviana Hayes {Spotlight & Book Review}







I am a new writer, and I write erotic, and other genre's.

Writing is my passion, and the love of my life.

I hope to continue to grow as a writer.



Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Viviana. Let's get started.


When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?   

When I was in school I used to win rewards for writing, but I am disabled. I decided I should write and escape through my writing. 

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?  

I think I have the story planned out in my head. However when I start writing my story it takes a turn without me realizing it.


Where did your inspiration/ideas come from for this book? 

Actually the way this story popped in my head is pretty funny. I was in the grocery store with my mom and children. My daughter was eating a chocolate chip cookie, it got all over her face. My mom called her a beautiful disaster. I said oh my God that would make a great story. A beautiful girl that is an absolute disaster, that goes through hell.


Are any of your characters based on people you know? 

Ava, is based on me just a little bit.


In Shattered By Love, Healed By Sex, Ava suffers devastating losses in her life. What lead you to using sex as a form of dealing or rather not dealing with the losses/issues?

Actually because it’s what I did when I had a miscarriage, and I had a lot happen to me.


That was one hell of a cliffhanger that you left your readers with. What's next for Ava? 

Without giving away too much of the next book, someone is going to try to put Ava back together.


What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I love to listen to music, while I write.


What does your family think of your writing?

To be honest they hate that I write erotica.


What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

That I based Ava of off myself. I didn’t realize that until after I published it.


Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?    

Actually I do, they ask for the second book, lol. Also they ask for me to give Ava a happy ever after, because this is so much sadness in the world.


What do you think makes a good story?

One that you read the first page and it just captivates you that you just can’t put it down. Also books that make you feel every emotion.


As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I actually wanted to be a nurse, and a body builder.


What words of wisdom would you like to impart with your readers?

Sometimes it feels like you need to isolate yourself, or push people away, because you have been through hell and back. Honestly though that is the worse thing you could do. I’m not saying to trust just anyone, all I’m saying is don’t push everyone away. Once you push everyone away it makes everything you’ve been through feel a hundred times worse. We’re human, and we need to people to lean on and vice versa.


Thank you for your honest and forthcoming answers. I also want to thank you for taking time to do the interview.






I received a copy of this book via a giveaway I entered. The opinions expressed here are my own.

What an emotionally charged read! I fell in love with this story shortly after I started to read it because it felt like Ava was sitting right across from me sharing her story with me. Yes, this is an erotic read full of hot, unadulterated sex but it is also about life altering occurrences and how Ava feels she must deal with it all. I laughed. I cried. I felt sorrow and pain as I read Ava's story. I look forward to continuing the journey with her and I am extremely pleased with this author.

I give this book
















{Book Review} Dᴇsᴇᴄʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ Sᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ: A Fᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Tʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ by Lucian Bane


Dᴇsᴇᴄʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ Sᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ: A Fᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Tʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ
by Lucian Bane
Release Date: October 22, 2015
Genre: Forbidden Romantic Thriller



This book contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.

On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town's abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.








Silence focused her mind, bringing the erratic race of her pulse back into her control. Again. She was finally there. In The Hallower. She didn’t permit herself to look about but her peripheral said she’d been wrong about the most holy chamber. The torture devices and horrific tools she’d imagined hanging from the ceiling and walls did not exist.

Six years. She could hardly believe it had passed. Six years as 'Silence' ended today. No, six years of silent Contemplation ended today. But it really didn’t end. There would never be a time when she didn’t contemplate what came next. And what would her new name be? She never permitted herself the blasphemy of trying to guess. Today she'd know.

She carefully slid her gaze to the single entrance leading in. A small door made of thick slats of wood, held together by decorative black metal. The entire room was black—walls, ceilings, floor—all a rough stone painted a shiny looking onyx. And empty. Except for the single slab of granite in the shape of a hobbit table where she sat in her ceremonial graduation gown. It reminded her of a wedding dress.
Would Master be the one to usher in the final phase? Her stomach clenched in excitement and she immediately calmed the fleshly rebellion. She secretly hoped he did. She’d never met the Order’s Queen but once, and even then Silence was not permitted to look upon her as an unlearned runt.

Silence was used to Master’s ways, even though all feared him. The Dark Legend of their Order had trained her personally in the most Holy arts of pain and fear. Any fear borne outside of her Master’s care was destructive—that was one of her first lessons. There were good fears and bad. The bad fears were counterproductive to the Order, the good fears protected it. And Holy Fear with pain were gifts she received directly from her Master’s hands. And only her complete submission provided the divine covering required to fulfill her role as the Queen’s chosen Redemptrix.

Her calm insides jolted at the clang of the outer door leading to The Hallower. She faced straight ahead in deferring obedience, eyes cast to the floor. The Hallower door opened next and her peripheral said the entirely nude form was indeed Master. She let out a silent breath of relief.

He shut the door. One metal bolt clanked… then another… then another. Her heart hammered in her ears despite her steady breaths. It was always this way. No matter how practiced she was with Master’s training, her body knew. Muscle memory always braced for sure impact of some sort.

“Sweet Silence,” he said when he stood before her.

She stared at his hardened phallus, leaning to place the customary kiss on the butterfly tattoo wrapping its length. He stopped her with a pointer finger on her forehead.

“Not this time.”

Again Silence braced, mostly in confusion. She didn’t remember a single time when he didn’t require the Butterfly Kiss. She still remembered the day he had the vision to get the tattoo. The butterfly on the phallus symbolized that the lost would be ushered to heaven’s door by the seed of Master. During her Silent Contemplation she’d marveled over his interpretation, glad that he seemed to be getting some of her gifts.

She hoped he got all of them.

“You look beautiful in your graduation gown, Silence.” He stroked that same finger along her face, beginning with her temple. Her mind flashed with past disciplines he’d put her through. There was no part of her body he’d not trained in some way, for some sacred reason.

“Thank you, Master.”

She listened closely to his unsteady breaths, thick with the scent of fermented juice. “Are you nervous?”

“No, Master.”

The several grunts followed by strained groans told her he was having divine revelations. “Six years of Silence to usher in the final phase.” The withered words came with the glide of his finger over her lips, lingering long enough for her to know what he wanted. But when she parted her lips to suck, he drew it away, bringing another surprise. “Are you ready, little one?”

“Yes, Master.” The bad fears made her breaths shallow as she struggled with old flight or fight instincts. 

Why wouldn’t he let her suck it? It was always the not knowing parts that got her, it always was. What he would do each time. He liked surprising her. It had become an unspoken duel between them—her to anticipate, and him to be unpredictable.

A gasp escaped her as she fumbled with the reigns on her control. Master was the one person she would always fear. She was supposed to fear him and only him. Fearing him was allowed, it was good, it was expected, demanded.

Think of the Hallowing Ceremony. Graduating to the next phase. Six years of silence is over.
Sudden terror hit her as she remembered. The dream. The vision for her new name. There had been none.

“So much fear, little one.’His voice croaked with disappointment as he tilted her face up with that same finger, now under her chin. “I am sure you’re eager for your new name.” He began a slow trek to the right of her, his finger gliding off as he went. Silence refused to allow her gaze to stray from straight before her. He’d had the dream? The vision?  “I too, am ready to hear it.”

He’d not. Terror raced back in and she swallowed at what this might mean. “There was none.” Her voice rang out with a strength despite the quiver in her gut.

His deep low chuckle behind her, tickled along her spine. “I know,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly at her ear. “Because I was given the dream this time.”

The beat of her heart became a wallop in her chest. Breathe, Silence.
“I’m sure you’re eager to know it?” he said lightly, slowly coming back around on her left now.
“I am excited to learn it.”

“And I’m excited to tell you.” He came to stand exactly before her again. Silence gripped her dress in tight fists as he placed his hands on either side of her head. He pulled her to his phallus, moving his hips side to side lightly. She waited for his direction, knowing not to engage until he communicated firmly. “I had a vision of your new name, little one. A vision of a hand writing on the wall next to my bed.” The tip of his penis stroked errantly over her cheek and lips, meandering and without purpose. “Do you know what it said, sweet angel?”

She shook her head only barely. “No, Master.”



I received a copy of this book when I signed up to host the book tour. I made no guarantee of a favorable review and the opinions expressed here are my own.

This is the first book I've read written by Lucian Bane and I must say that I was completely enthralled. This is truly an unpredictable story line with fascinating characters. I never thought that I'd be drawn to so much cruelty and depravity but once the author wraps you up in this deviant web you are entangled until the bitter end. Book two can't come soon enough.

I give this book








I hope my works will inspire strengths that exists within each of us. Inspire readers to dance out their fairytale romance in a world that isn't kind to the happily ever after. 

Complicated love, difficult love, hard earned love, REAL love. Forever love, I call it. That's what I think the world needs and craves. And that's the kind of stories I write.