Love Me Wild is a thoughtful, evocative story of differences overcome and challenges conquered.... It is a highly erotic tale of the joy and pleasure between two trusting partners discovering that there is more to having sex than either imagined.
~ Bitten By Books,  Rating 4.5

Love Me Tender is a lusty celebration of sensuality and love between the least likely of couples. The intriguing characters boldly and joyously engage in uninhibited, free-wheeling sexual encounters and maneuver through the insecurities and uncertainties of deep affection. The societies and cultures of the Alvaron world are both thought-provoking and engaging. Love Me Tender is a book of discovery and acceptance and a sizzling HOT read.
~ Bitten By Books,  Rating 4

Love Me Wild has mythological creatures, enemy conflict, and basic survival of the fittest confrontation. I vote for a centaur market on every corner, not a Sentry Market. It sounds like so much more fun.
~ Night Owl Romance,  Rating 5

Love Me Tender by Renee Field is a clever story. The magical creature that Rusty becomes is awesome. The way he “solves” all her crises with his unusual abilities makes for a compelling read. I don’t want to give anything away in this story. It’s much too good and I don’t want to take any of the pleasure of discovery away from readers. I have to say, though, that Rusty’s true identity completely shocked me, even though I knew this was a shapeshifter story. He is much more than a character. He is written so well and so realistically I just fell in love with him. He and Tyrana make an excellent couple. This is a very satisfying story.
~ Fallen Angel Reviews,  Rating 4

“A wonderful tale of a fantasy world where even the people who live there sometimes long for more. Even perfect worlds get lonely and sometime there is something better on the other side of the forest. The magical nature of the people living free was a great contrast to the rigid nature of the people who were constrained by all the rules and regulations. Women's rule may have its problems as well as any other domination of one group of people over another. A great story, it kept me intrigued.”
~ The Inside Story as Told from Sassy Brit and Her Gang

In this sequel to Love Me Wild, Renee Field delivers another erotic romp...between the shape shifters of the Dark Forest and the women of Maida. The chemistry between Randy and Tyranna is handled with the same excellence of Love Me Tender...it is an enjoyable afternoon read.
~ Euro-Reviews, 4 stars

Excerpt for Love Me Wild

“What matters to you most?” she asked.

Stupid woman. What mattered to all of his kind—freedom.

His eyes narrowed in disgust. When he didn’t immediately answer, she had the audacity to quirk her neat little eyebrows at him, as if he were brain-dead.

“What matters to you most, 7653?” she repeated, her voice brushing like a warm summer’s breeze deep into the recesses of his mind.

The use of that number as if it were a name made him want to snort in frustration. “Freedom,” he snapped, looking her straight in the eye, willing her to understand.

A smile lit up his face when she retreated back a step. His senses also told him her heart had accelerated. She, too, isn’t immune to my voice. For once, that gave him a smug sense of male satisfaction.

“Him,” she said, turning her face to a woman standing at her side.

Tulon knew she had to be of importance. She looked regal.

“Choose another,” the woman replied, trying to usher the fourth male forward.

He fought the urge to glare at her. He was chosen, and while he wasn’t sure for what, he didn’t like that she thought him beneath her. Contempt and disdain had filled her voice.

“I will not, Mother. I choose him,” said the spitfire with grim determination as her eyes turned to challenge her mother.

Mother! That was her mother who stood next to her, dressed like a matriarch. That would make the spitfire a what? A princess…high priestess…whatever. Tulon knew the game he had been forced to play just had its stakes raised.

What he had been chosen for had to be pretty special. He almost smiled as the mother of the spitfire nodded her acquiescence to her daughter.

When the petite woman kneeled in front of him, he fought the urge to lean down and pick her up. Realizing this must be part of their barbaric ceremony, he stood straighter.

“I take the 7653 to be my mate…your seed to my seed…let life quicken within me.”

The words were barely audible as she mumbled them. An electric shock rippled through his body when she lightly kissed each of his toes. He could have stumbled back from that intimacy, but he forced the creature he was to endure. Sadly, he liked it too much.

That’s it! He was then hauled away. No questions asked. No answers. Once in the hall, the fair-haired one who had stood next to him sneered at him.

“Lucky bastard. Enjoy the rut of your life,” he said, as he was whisked away.

When the other two fair-haired men were taken to a different hall and he was left alone with only one female guard watching him, he thought about running.

But to where? He had no idea where he was. He had been blindfolded for the entire journey to this place. Once here, he had been bathed, his body hennaed and then ushered into the lineup. Breaking his code of silence, he asked the guard, “What was all that about?”

It took her a moment to realize he was asking something of importance. He noticed her pupils dilate in sexual awareness. He mentally cursed at himself. How I hate what my voice does to the women of this place. He wanted to shake sense into her. For once in his life, he wanted a straight answer.

He turned, as a voice behind him spoke, fully aware of who stood there—the mother.

“Pleasure my daughter well. Do your job. Nothing more. Do you hear me?” she stated, not expecting him to answer as she strode past him.

Pleasure her daughter well. It took a moment for that notion to be fully digested by him. So that’s what I was chosen for. Bed sport! His nostrils flared at the insult, even as his body hummed its own eager answer. Blast his cock, which now stood at attention, lusting at the vision of ramming the petite woman into submission.

Excerpt for Love Me Tender

Knowing that her sister was about to be married and had probably already conceived a child carved a deep, wide gulf through Tyrana’s heart. That baby should have been mine. Rowena never wanted a baby. Tyrana couldn’t cope with seeing Rowena at the moment. It was just too much to bear. That was why Tyrana ignored her sister’s letters.

Tyrana shook her head, clearing the useless emotional thoughts that threatened her control. With no destination in mind, she strode out the palace doors and walked across the well-manicured, vibrant green lawn. Looking back at the palace that was her childhood home, she was hit with a realization—she hated everything about it.

It was a sterile environment that had become her own prison—filled with no expectations of what she could do with her life, except live irresponsibly. It was a trap she felt she’d never escape from. Her heart thundered with that realization. Her sister would think she, Tyrana, known as the infertile one, had more freedom than her. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. There is no freedom when choice is taken from you.

Deep in thought, she continued to walk briskly away from the palace. A shout from behind stilled her.

“Get back! Get back! Look out!” shouted a Maida guard just as a man ran at lightning speed past her, almost toppling her to the ground.

Tyrana twirled around to maintain her balance. She saw out of the corner of her eye that the man had turned almost in slow motion to watch her. Then the guard grasped her arm.

“Get back, he’s not safe,” said the guard.

But Tyrana didn’t care what the guard had to say. She was interested in the man who had the nerve to grin mischievously at her and the audacity to boldly wink at her.