Thursday, October 4, 2018

Acceptance (Forbes Mates Pack book 3) by Grace R Duncan | Tams eBook & Audiobook Reviews, Excerpt & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @GraceRDuncan @TTCBooksandmore


Acceptance
  • By: Grace R. Duncan
  • Narrated by: Chistopher Boucher
  • Series: Forbes Mates, Book 3
  • Length: 9 hrs and 10 mins
  • Unabridged Audiobook
  • Release date: 09-13-18
  • Language: English
  • Publisher: Dreamspinner Press LLC 

  • Dr. Miles Grant acknowledges that his destined mate could be either gender even though his bisexuality cost him his family and his pack. Luckily, he found the Forbes Pack, who happily accepts him just as he is. What he never counted on was finding his mate in Pittsburgh or for his mate to be another species entirely - a cat! 

  • Quincy Archer isn’t just any jaguar shifter. He is the heir to the leadership of his pride. Destined mates are nothing but legend to the nearly extinct and generally solitary jaguars, and Quincy certainly never expected to find one for himself, much less a male...or a wolf. 

However, finding each other and coming to terms with their species is the least of their worries. Quincy is expected to select a proper female mate, father a cub, and take his place as heir to the pride. Except Quincy refuses, having no interest in women or leadership and knowing he isn’t right for it. But his father will stop at nothing - not even attempting to kill Miles - to get his way. 

Quincy and Miles must overcome many obstacles to stay together as the destined mates they’re meant to be. 
©2016 Grace R. Duncan (P)2018 Dreamspinner Press
Buy links: Dreamspinner | Audible | Amazon 

Tams eBook review...

Jaguar shifter Quincy Archer has been raised in a Pride that doesn't believe in destined mates. So when he met Miles Grant, Doctor for the Forbes wolf pack, Quincy pushes him away. The fates are never wrong though, and soon it becomes impossible for Quincy to fight the pull. The problem is, Quincy may have warmed to the idea of a destined mate, even if Miles is a Wolf shifter, his Pride though, not so much. When Quincy is injured by a couple of cats that make it seem like they were sent by his father, Miles and the Forbes wolves take him in while he heals. Fearing that he is painting a target on his mate's back, Quincy flees, only to have to return immediately when Miles is also injured, actually, almost killed by the same cats that attacked Quincy. His mates family, the Forbes shifters, stand behind Quincy and Miles as they scramble to find out exactly what's happening, who is out to see both of them dead.

When I read the previous story in this series, my heart broke for Miles when Quincy rebuffed him. So I was jumping for joy when he decided to stop fighting the pull. I loved the way the story played out in this book, the flow of the story was steady, things slowly revealed at the right moment perfectly timed to keep the reader engaged and intrigued. There was the added suspense in the form of these three cats that are literally hunting Quincy and Miles. While they stop at just seriously injuring Quincy, their intentions are made clear from the start, they are out to kill Miles. As these two mates uncover more secrets, expose more lies, the plot thickens and they start to doubt who they think is behind it all.

Definitely a must read series, especially for anyone that likes PNR or Shifter stories. The books must be read in order though to fully appreciate the characters and the inner workings of the pack(s).


Tams Audiobook review...

I really enjoyed reading Quincy and Miles story, the audiobook took my enjoyment to another level. I love, love, loved the cat like tone Boucher gave Quincy, absolutely perfect. And I swear there were times I could hear a purr in his tone, sexy times, if you know what I mean. 

Boucher made sure each character got their own unique tone and voice and added emphasis to words where needed, poured emotion into his voice as required. Definitely a must listen! As I stated above in my eBook review, you have to read this series in order or certain characters and aspects of the storyline won't make sense. 

Excerpt... 

“I’m not going back,” he growled, his cat itching to take them out, pissed at being held back as much as he was.
Dee shrugged one shoulder. “No skin off my nose.”
Quincy was too focused on Dee, so when Dumber moved, it was too late to react properly. He took claws to his back, then a punch to his kidney from Dumb before he could retaliate. He still attempted a swipe, though it missed, and instead of landing the kick he’d hoped for, he ended up slightly unbalanced.
He’d need to shift fully. His only hope was that these cats would take longer and give him a chance to get a few hits in on them midshift. He tried to take a breath, but the solid thud to his back knocked it out of him, and he knew if he didn’t shift now, he might not be able to.
So he let go of the control on his cat.
Solid black fur erupted over his skin, and a few seconds later, his perspective changed as he landed on four paws. He shook his tattered clothes free and took advantage of the seconds of shock from his shift. He aimed for the neck, but Dumber recovered too quickly and dodged, so the claw swipe only grazed the skin instead of causing the damage he’d hoped.
All three backed up briefly, moving around him, obviously reevaluating. Quincy’s tail twitched and ears flattened as he considered the cats still in human form in front of him. He couldn’t hold back the growl in his throat completely, but he managed to subdue it a little. He didn’t need to alert the entire neighborhood and bring humans into the fight.
The only warning he got next was a quick glance Dee gave to Dumber. It wasn’t quite enough—or they just worked together too much and too well—because though Quincy managed to dodge the worst of their fists and feet, he couldn’t avoid them entirely.
In jaguar form, however, he could jump better than them, so he managed to leap clear, though the only direction he could go was farther into the alley. Not that he should be going out of the alley in that form, or naked if he shifted back. Damn the secrecy laws, right then. Damn them to the underworld.
With a soft growl, he prowled to one side, then the other, looking for any opening he could. But it seemed they’d had enough of waiting for him. It did take them longer to shift than it took Quincy, just long enough for him to get a good swipe at all of them, but not enough to do any more real damage. And before he was ready for it, he faced three huge spotted cats.
Fucking hell. I really should have stayed in the hotel.
He briefly considered trying to jump for the fire escape, but he’d have to shift back first, and as fast as he was, he didn’t think he had time.
Dee, Dumb, and Dumber apparently were tired of playing with their prey. They moved in at once, and despite his best defense, Quincy knew he wasn’t getting out alive. He didn’t understand why they’d kill him, had been so sure they were there to take him back, but in the end, it didn’t matter.
He swiped, used his teeth and claws—front and back—dodged, did everything he could think of, but three against one—even against a tepey-sa, was too much. He lost track for a moment of claws and teeth and flying fur, of growls and the alley. He could fight, but he didn’t like to, and right then, he sincerely regretted not practicing more.
He also regretted not spending more time with Miles.
A final harsh set of claws nearly slicing open his underbelly sent him crashing to the ground. He tried to stand, but one of the cats—he couldn’t tell them apart in that form—stood on his hind leg, and the excruciating pain nearly drowned out the loud crack! of his leg breaking. They weren’t satisfied with one, though. They made sure there was no way he was getting up anytime soon.
As Quincy lay struggling to breathe through wetness in his lungs, they shifted back. Dee crouched over Quincy, reaching out, and petting his head. “This was just a warning. You will come back. You will take your place. And you will cooperate. Or next time we won’t go so light.”
Quincy was glad he was in cat form and unable to speak. He didn’t know what he’d have said back, but whatever it was would only have earned him more broken ribs or something possibly worse. He could do nothing but lie there, fight to breathe through the pain, and watch them climb the fire escape and disappear over the rooftops.
He stared at the moon, struggling for the strength to shift, which would start his healing. He was positive they hadn’t left him for dead. They knew he’d heal. It would be excruciating until he did, but he’d heal. No, they wanted him scared.
All it did was piss him off.


Real, erotic, forever... Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica. A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind. As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the review! I'm planning to give this a listen.

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