The Unyielding (Call of Crows, #3)

The Unyielding
The Unyielding by Shelly Laurenston

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

~ARC via Netgalley.~

The 3rd book of the Call of Crows.

As far as 3rd book goes, this is a great read. I love the way this was written. The plot was so vastly different, that it made me unable put my phone down so that i can do other things.

I actually enjoyed reading Erin’s story. I was actually shocked that she was paired to Stieg. I did not see that coming. Well, i did not really expect her to have a HEA. But this is book was really something.

I love the goat! As I write this review, I can’t stop myself from laughing. Stieg, do love his goat. The things he did for it was…unbelievable. The other thing that I love about him was his love for the person who was there for him. The first time Erin and that person met, gods! I was so amuse by the convo that they were having.

This was actually a good book due to the fact that a woman, with Erin’s personality was the one that need to save the world. I can clearly understand why the clans are reluctant for her to do it. But in retrospect, she is perfect one to do it. Not because of her affinity to flames, but of because of her mind set. And that is why I like her.

The love story is not much in this book, per see. But as you read, the subtlety how they fall in love is there. The way it was written really nice. Who would have thought that they have those feeling to each other?

If you want the right amount of, action, gore, laughter, true friendship, and a bit of love thrown in, this series is what you are looking for.

All the elements of a good story is here. you will be amaze by the action, cringed with the gore, hysterical laugh at the lines, and cry on some parts because of their past. but most importantly, you will fall in love in the most unexpected way.

Looking forward to the next book!

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Firestorm (Dark Kings, #10)

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Firestorm by Donna Grant

~ARC was given by the publisher, made available via NetGalley.~

~In every action, there is always a consequence that would affect the people around you…~

Those were the thoughts that entered my mind as I read the book. As much as I like to focus on the story of Faith and Dimitri, I find myself analyzing the book with the rest of the happenings on the previous books. Don’t get me wrong, I love their story. However, I cannot really focus on them due to the “Domino Effect” that the characters have done on the other books in the series.

From Con’s association to the Light Fae Queen~ I will not say her name! I hate her!~to Rhi, involvement with his brother’s friend ~ I can’t remember the spelling of the name!~, to Ulric’s ability to become a dragon once again, and finally, the Reapers. There are too many fractions in the series, that you really have to pay attention to what is happening.

Each turn of the page, takes you back on what they have done, and the result of the said action. It was really nice, because my thoughts on the matter did come to a fruition. And now I wonder, if the Silvers, started to rise, what will the other Kings do?

Faith and Dimitri’s meeting opened up another type of foe. And as far as I am concern, they have too many. With their limited allies, there should be an equalizer. Since I am a reader, I will have to wait what Ms. Grant will do.

I love the series. The complication just keeps adding up. I do hope that at the end of this wonderful series, there will be brains. ~ At least on one of the books~ Again, wishful thinking~

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The Protector (Sons of Texas, #2)

The Protector

The Protector by Donna Grant

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

~ARC was provided by the publisher and was made available via NetGalley.~

To be honest, I was not really excited about this book. I mean, for me, the hype was not the same that I felt when I read book one. It took me a while to fully read it in one sitting. It is not because of the time, but more on the plot itself from the start of the book, and I am more excited for Wyatt’s book.

What I do like was the simultaneous happening to each of the book. As you read along, there is a definite words that were said on the last book. I will not be surprise if I can read the same lines on book two.

I do not totally hate it, just it was for me, it kinda dragged. But when ever, Wyatt and Callie was mentioned I perked up. Yes, I seem to be more excited to read their book that this.

With the situation regrading their father? Man! I was trying so hard not to shout out loud! I really liked those parts. I hope that he would survive.

Looking forward to the next book.

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Tease Me, Baby (O’Connor Family #2)

Tease Me, Baby

Tease Me, Baby by Katie Reus

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

~ARC came from NetGalley~

Let’s see…

This book is one of those good feeling book that you would like to read. The plot is good and solid and the events from the previous book is there. I like how the continuity from each book goes.

Its simple as it is and true sweetest is just right. I find myself smiling on how they interacted with one another. it’s really good.

I look forward to reading the next book. Who is meet his match this time?

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Stormchaser (Cutter Cay #4)

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Book Blurb: 

DESIRE RUNS DEEP

Somewhere off the coast of Greece, a king’s ransom in gold, emeralds, and silver coins lies waiting at the bottom of the sea. Finding this ancient treasure would be a dream come true for marine archeologist Calista West. But that’s not why she’s here. She didn’t climb aboard Jonah Cutter’s magnificent yacht seeking fortune or fame. She’s come for revenge—against the sexiest, most seductive, modern-day pirate she’s ever encountered…

Like his famous half brothers, Jonah is a master of salvaging ships—and driving women mad with his movie-star looks and raw animal magnetism. Tall, dark, and devastating, he manages to make Callie forget her mission. Every moment they share under the hot Mediterranean sun is an erotically-charged adventure neither can resist. But when Callie discovers what he’s really after—the lost city of Atlantis—is it too late to change the course of her heart…or go all in with the lover of her dreams?

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The Review:

~ ARC invitation was mailed from the publisher. The link of the copy was made available via NetGalley.~

Okay. umm…I can’t say “I do not like it,” nor I can say, ” I love it.” I am having some mixed emotions with this book.

I have been waiting for this like since I have heard and read about at the end of the Vortex. But as the years passed by, I thought: “Will this book be released?”

Lo, and behold! I was emailed a link for the said book. Not just one, but the fifth book of the series too. Now that was really something that I was not expecting. But heck! I like Ms. Adair’s books! I fell in love with The Mercenary and during the time I read that book, I was not aware that it was a series. Imagine my reaction when I found out that it was the first book of many.

Going back, I like the concept of the Cutter Cay Series. It was something that people with a thirst of adventure and treasure would want. Throw in some hunks, what more can you ask? Stormchaser was a very…how can I say…unexpected? or more likely, surprising? Yeah, surprising book. Who would have thought of the paring.

Jonah, if I can remember was part of Nick’s crew, but I have to read about it just to be sure. Feel free to correct me. Was the half-brother none of the three brothers known. To understand fully, you need to read the previous book prior to this book.

The plot of the book was actually good. The thought on how it was made was pretty cool. I would like to be of their salvage team. The story between the hero and the heroine was something too. I love Jonah for his restrain.He did his best no to be his father. It was something that I really appreciate. The girl, well, she had her reason. I do not want to blame her and with the situation she was in, who can blame her for it?

All in all, Stormchaser is one of those books that would make you realize not everything is what it seemed. There are different sides of a story. All you need to do is choose which will you believe and hold on for the ride.

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The day didn’t look like second hand revenge. Instead of ominous dark clouds hanging low over a pewter sea, the hot Greek sun reflected glittering sapphires off the Mediterranean. The wake of the motor launch frothed blindingly white as it carried marine archaeologist Dr. Calista West to the megayacht Stormchaser, anchored in open waters south of Crete.

Salt spray cooled her bare arms and legs as the Riva Iseo cut through the dark water. The sleek, twenty- seven foot Italian work of art, with yards of glossy mahogany, soft leather, and sleek lines, looked like something straight out of a James Bond movie. Expensive and ostentatious.

Draco Thanos, the short, wiry forty- something chief engineer of Stormchaser sent to collect Callie from Heraklion, controlled the fast tender with all the deference of a guy handling a sleek sports car.

Callie wasn’t even sure what day it was anymore. A short flight in yet another ostentatious, expensive toy, a private plane from Athens. A twelve- hour flight from Miami, an hour flight from Athens to Crete, and another two hours by luxury tender. She was hardly at her best to deal with Jonah Cutter. Tuning out Thanos, who’d kept up a steady conversation in broken English for the duration, she spread her feet, bracing her hands on the rail as they hit some chop. Her stomach did a somersault that had nothing to do with the waves. The closer the motor launch carried her to Stormchaser, the harder Callie’s heart pounded.

Anticipation. Fear. Excitement.

Thanos pointed unnecessarily. The massive ship was freaking impossible to miss. “There she is.” Callie’s fingers tightened on the rail as the ship loomed large against a sparkling backdrop of calm azure water and robin’s- egg- blue sky. Brilliant sun bounced off acres of white paint and gleaming brass. Twenty, thirty mil? Callie guesstimated, put off by the unnecessary fl aunting of the Cutters’ wealth.

“Spectacular, isn’t she?” Thanos said proudly as he slowed the tender, angling it sideways to dock aft next to the wide dive platform where a guy sat reading. He got to his feet as they approached, lifting a hand in greeting. Callie waved back.

She used both hands to tuck any loose hair back into the neatly tucked French braid on the back of her head, even though she knew there were none. She was too controlled to have flyaway hair. Her penchants for order and organization were perfect for her chosen career. She’d come by them the hard way. By now the traits were ingrained and comfortable.

Without the fine cooling misted spray of the water, and wind generated by the fast movement over the sea, the sun beat down unrelentingly, drying her damp clothes in minutes.

“She’s something, all right.” Too big, and far too fancy for a dive boat, but wasn’t that the Cutters all over? A family of modern- day treasure hunters, they flaunted their wealth like robber barons or nouveau riche Internet millionaires, with total disregard for anyone daring their ownership of the seas.

For a moment Callie had a niggle of misgiving for what she was about to do. Jonah Cutter hadn’t done anything to her personally; she’d never even met the man. Never met any of the Cutters. But they adversely impacted people she loved.

She was uniquely qualified to balance the scales.

Straightening her shoulders, Callie grabbed her duffel before Thanos could reach for it. Ingrained and as sure as her dark hair and green eyes was her in de pendence. Drawing in a salt- laden deep breath, Callie let it out slowly as the tender bumped the edge of the wide dive platform where the older man, dressed in cargo shorts and a yellow polo shirt, waited to grab the rope.

And the game begins, she thought, braced to disembark, her fingers tightened on the bag’s handles.

Lying was against everything she believed in. Been there, spent a lifetime perfecting the skill. Just because she was good at it didn’t mean she liked doing it. But not only did she have to lie through her teeth for the duration, she had to be convincing as well.

She reminded herself that these people were not her friends. She could not soften and bond with them. Growing to like anyone on board Stormchaser would make what she was going to do harder.

She’d known going in that she’d have to keep to herself as much as possible. She was here to do a job. Making friends would muddy the waters and certainly complicate things. And, she admitted, make her second guess herself— which she unfortunately usually did. She tended to overanalyze things before jumping in. Indecision was, she knew, her worst characteristic. Still, once she’d made a determination, after weighing it from a hundred different angles, she tended to be like a dog with a bone defending the decision.

Her friends tried to get her to be more spontaneous. But it was hard for her. Every decision had consequences, and those had to be weighed and calculated and looked at from every angle.

What wouldn’t be hard? Pretending. That she was damn good at. If anyone knew how to pretend, it was her. She’d done it from kindergarten on. When she’d learned to lie for her parents. Why they’d forgotten to sign her up for school programs? Why they weren’t there to pick her up after school? Why she rarely had a lunch packed, or money to buy lunch? She’d known instinctively that to say her mama was passed out from Jack Daniel’s would be bad, and mentioning that sometimes her dad didn’t come home would be worse.

These circumstances weren’t the same, but she figured she’d honed her acting chops. She could do this by mentally tarring everyone on board with the sins of the Cutters. Which were too numerous to count.

And by keeping as low a profile as possible.

The gray- haired man held out his hand, helping her from the boat to the diving platform. “Saul Pinter.” His full, mostly gray beard was neatly trimmed. Fit and athletic, he had a nice smile and firm handshake. “Welcome aboard, Dr. West.”

“Thanks, call me Callie.” A cursory glance revealed the dive platform geared with the usual dive equipment and a row of wet suits ready and waiting. At least she’d get to do what she loved. Dive. Discover. “Is Mr. Cutter diving?”

Saul shook his head, jerking his thumb toward the ladder leading to the deck above where they stood. “Jonah will have seen you, and be on his way down. Heads up, he’ll meet you halfway.”

Oh, Callie doubted that very much, but she merely smiled as her heart thumped. Anticipation—no, dread? After all the planning, things were finally happening. “I’m looking forward to seeing our wreck.”

“You haven’t missed anything. We only arrived late last night ourselves,” Saul told her, returning to his chair and the book he’d been reading. “We’re all eager to get started.”

Was that a jibe because she hadn’t joined them two weeks ago? Callie mentally shrugged. Climbing the ladder, she observed in a quick sweep the spotless decks, the gleaming bright work and shiny brass. Stormchaser was spit- polished. She’d heard Zane Cutter’s ship was a piece of crap, but so far she couldn’t fault his half-brother on the maintenance of his ship.

Several men, in the whites of crew members, leaned on the rail on an upper deck watching her curiously. Callie lifted a hand in greeting and kept going. It was a perfect afternoon to dive, the ocean smooth with just a slight chop. A light breeze loosened strands of hair off her face and neck and brought with it the faint smells of fresh paint and yeasty baking bread.

Water slapped the hull, and the sound of voices died as the men dis appeared from view. A gull cried as it wheeled in a perfect circle overhead, then dived like a jet, skimming the water after some hapless fish.

There wasn’t anyone else around, and she walked toward a set of sliding doors just as a man stepped out onto the deck ahead of her. His face lit up as he came toward her.

Jonah Cutter. Callie stopped to wait for him, the sun hot on her scalp, the glare off the water bright despite her dark glasses. The opinion formed before the man even opened his mouth. Her assessment was quick and unflattering. But then she was predisposed to disliking him.

Cocky. Self- assured. Entitled.

Exactly what she expected. Her shoulders relaxed. Handing Cutter his ass wasn’t going to be difficult at all.

The Matthew McConaughey look- alike wore blue, flower- printed Hawaiian board shorts, a too- tight red T-shirt stretched over sculpted muscles as if it had been painted on. She’d heard that youngest brother Zane was the vain one, but clearly his half-brother gave him a run for his money.

Under six feet tall, sun- bleached shoulder- length hair, movie- star good looks, and boy, didn’t he know it. Cutter was like a peacock spreading his tail as he removed his shades to eye her up and down.

Shorter, less attractive, and more smarmy than she’d been led to believe. And she’d been led to believe the worst.

Maintaining a friendly smile, she extended her hand when he got close enough. He was about the same height, so they were eye- to- lecherous- eye. “I’m Calista West, thanks for including—”

“Now, aren’t you just the prettiest addition to the team, darlin’?” he cut in with a southern drawl and a heated look from unremarkable blue eyes. His lingering handshake was the opposite of firm. Callie disengaged and resisted wiping her hand on her shorts as he looked at her like a dog staring at a juicy bone. Raking his fingers through his sunbleached brown hair, the better to show off his physique, he gave her a wide, white smile. “Welcome aboard.”

Never had two words sounded so suggestive. Smoothing a hand over her tightly constrained hair, Callie made sure the sun glinted off the plain gold band on her left hand. Although she suspected a guy like this wouldn’t be deterred by a wedding ring, she had other methods to repulse if the ring didn’t work.

Copyright © 2017 by Cherry Adair and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

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Cherry Adair has garnered numerous awards for her innovative action-adventure novels, which include White Heat, Hot Ice, On Thin Ice, Out of Sight, In Too Deep, Hide and Seek, and Kiss and Tell, as well as her thrilling Cutter Cay series for St. Martin’s Press. A favorite of reviewers and fans alike, she lives in the Pacific Northwest.

 

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Last Night with the Duke (The Rakes of St. James, #1)

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Could finding love be his greatest scandal of all?

The Duke of Griffin has never lived down his reputation as one of the Rakes of St. James. Now rumors are swirling that his twin sisters may bear the brunt of his past follies. Hiring a competent chaperone is the only thing Griffin has on his mind–until he meets the lovely and intriguing Miss Esmeralda Swift. In ways he could never have expected, she arouses more than just his curiosity.

Esmeralda Swift considered herself too sensible to ever fall for a scoundrel, but that was before she met the irresistibly seductive Duke of Griffin. His employment offer proves too tempting for her to resist. She can’t afford to be distracted by his devilish charms because the stakes are so high for his sisters’ debut Season. . .unless one of London’s most notorious rakes has had a change of heart and is ready to make Esmeralda his bride?

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The Review:

~ ARC invitation was mailed from the publisher. The link of the copy was made available via NetGalley.~

This is the first book of the Rakes of St. James series. Once again, as a start, we are presented with the people involve in the coming books, and the reason why it is named like that.

I was actually surprise with Griffin’s personality. From the start to the end of the book, I did not know that he would hold on that long! And the way he made sure of his feeling for Esmeralda was really sweet. There were times that I would find some parts in his thoughts lacking. However, it did not alter the over all effect of the story. It did not have that effect when it comes to how the English society see things, but it did push thorough with the initial plot of the book.

I like the book, namely because the adult part of it was on the very latter part of the story. Most of the time, it would be interaction of the main characters and the sub characters. There are times that I find those boring, but not enough to warrant a lost of interest with the book itself.

However, I am looking forward in reading the next book. I would like to know what and who among the rest of the so-called Rakes would have a HEA.

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His praise pleased her. She smiled and remained quiet. “Most of our guests would end up being so flustered by seeing double that they wouldn’t try to get their name right. They would just say ‘my lady.’ ”

“Unfortunately, I wasn’t given that option.”

“After you’ve been around for a few more days, you’ll be able to tell them apart no matter how they are dressed.”

“It’s already getting easier.”

“Good. They may look exactly alike at times, but they have different natures. Vera’s nature is more forceful and cantankerous. Sara’s sweeter.” Esmeralda started to say she agreed completely, but then thought better of it, and simply replied, “But both are lovely.”

The duke faced her. “Did Miss Fortescue teach you how to be so diplomatic?”

“No,” she answered with a teasing smirk. “It’s my nature.”

His smile was natural as he said, “And a temperamental nature it is at times.”

She frowned. “I’ll ignore that comment.”

“But you know it’s true. I’m glad you suggested bringing the girls to the park and so is my aunt. And I see you brought Josephine and Napoleon along too.

“You don’t mind, do you? I supposed I should have cleared it with you first.”

“I don’t mind. I can see you aren’t neglecting Sara and Vera. They are enjoying the show too.”

“I think so. Vera showed Josephine how to play throw and fetch with a stick. Napoleon was already quite familiar with what to do, so his former owners must have taught him. And the twins were very accommodating to him on our walk over here. They didn’t get upset when Napoleon wanted to check out every doorway, hitching post, and tree along the way.”

He chuckled. “Living a protected life at Griffin for so many years, Sara and Vera have had few occasions to en- joy friendships or relatives their own age. It will be good for them to have you as their chaperone. Except for me, my aunt, and the servants, they’ve had only each other to get to know. It’s made them close, but it also, regrettably, causes a fierce competitiveness from time to time.”

Including the pianoforte and Lord Henry, Esmeralda wanted to say but decided that Griffin didn’t need to know about the earl’s son.

“I’m rather glad they have someone else in the house to interact with now other than each other.”

“And that will change after they meet young ladies at the various parties.”

“Which reminds me,” he added. “I looked into your suggestion of finding out which young ladies who were a part of the wager hadn’t married and also had brothers, uncles, or fathers.”

“Who did you come up with?” she asked anxiously. “Only two names.”

“But didn’t Sir Welby think there were more than two at White’s?”

He nodded. “He did but admitted he couldn’t be sure of anything other than the comments that perhaps the way to get back at me was through my sisters. If you listen carefully enough in a taproom, you can overhear a lot of conversations.”

“But you’re saying we have two young men to watch carefully, right?”

“Yes. For now, anyway. Sir Charles  Redding  and Mr. Albert Trent are the only gentlemen who have sisters who received a secret admirer letter but never married.”

Esmeralda repeated the names in her mind. They weren’t on any of Lady Evelyn’s lists. And they wouldn’t be. She wouldn’t consider either of them high enough in the heel to offer for the twins.

Why did Esmeralda keep forgetting all she’d been taught when she was living in her uncle’s home? She knew all about the snobbery of Polite Society. She just hadn’t been a part of it for a long time. And now she was on the other side of it.

“I will keep a steady eye on the two should they get near Lady Sara or Lady Vera even for a dance.”

The duke’s eyes swept up and down her face. Fluttering began in Esmeralda’s chest. It was madness that whenever he looked at her with that intimate intensity radiating from him, she wanted him to pull her into his strong arms, nestle her to him, and kiss her eager lips. She knew he was attracted to her. He had admitted that. But surely she was more aware of his every breath than he was of hers.

“Did you know that out in the sunlight your eyes lose all their brown coloring and are golden?”

With that question, Esmeralda felt the atmosphere change. The noise of the crowd faded away, the cool breeze stilled, and the sun heated her face. It was as if she and the duke were the only two people in the park.

“How could I possibly know that? I have never seen my eyes outside a house.”

“I thought perhaps someone might have told you -your parents, possibly a beau?”

“I’m sure you’ve had countless ladies tell you that your eyes are as blue as a summer sky.”

He ignored her comment and said, “You skillfully deflected my question, but I’m not going to let you get by with that.”

She evaded him again by saying, “Did you ask one? I thought you were making a statement.”

He gave her an amused smile. “It’s always a challenge with you, Esmeralda. I like that.”

She gasped. “You can’t call me by my given name.”

“I can and will when we are alone and no one around to hear but you. Now, here is a direct question for you, Esmeralda. Have you ever been kissed?”

Her immediate instinct should have been to shy away from such intimate conversation once more and insist he call her Miss Swift at all times. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she was outraged he’d ask her something so personal, but staring into his striking gaze as it brushed down her face to her mouth, she knew she didn’t want to resist him in that way or any way.

Maybe she wanted him to call her Esmeralda and to know that her lips had never been touched by another’s. Maybe she wanted him to know she’d welcome his kiss.

Still, her practical, survival nature came to her rescue and she resisted what her heart desired and said, “I’ve not had time nor opportunity for such things as hugs and kisses.”

“Twenty-five and never been kissed.” His voice was low, and soft. “I find that very intriguing.”

His hold over her intensified. There was something about his unobtrusive interest in her that stirred her womanly passions to an anticipation she couldn’t have known existed.

Her throat ached with an increasing need that was always denied -to feel his lips caress hers. Perhaps he found it intriguing she’d never been kissed, but she found it discouraging that she’d never had the opportunity to know what it felt like to be kissed. She wanted to know.

Putting all her sensible, inner declarations aside, and willing her voice not to quiver, she asked, “Are you offering to change that, Your Grace?”

Copyright © 2017 by Amelia Grey and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press.

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LAST NIGHT WITH THE DUKE

By Amelia Grey

Publication Date: March 7, 2017

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Deep Into Trouble (Unbroken Heroes #3)

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Deep Into Trouble by Dawn Ryder

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This is a series that I was not aware. Meaning, I do not know the author. So when the invitation came, I was really surprise.

Since I do not judge a book by it’s genre, and I try as much as possible to read the POV that I like, I find myself waiting for the next book in this series.

“I’m not in love.” Saxon replied. “And I’m not ever planning on tumbling into that tar pit. You’re welcome to it.” from Dare You to Run.

I can safely say… EAT YOUR WORDS!

Deep Into Trouble IS all about Saxon. If you haven’t read about him, you need to read the first book Dangerous to Know. It will you the idea why I am so hyped with this book.

The mighty have fallen, and it was such a fall! The amount of action was good, the lines were better and the way everything was written was so nice. There are times, however, that I hope that the thoughts of the sub characters were not too over present. I enjoy reading Kagan’s, Vitus’ and Thias thoughts but not the rest. I felt that it was more like an filler, rather than making it more about the main couple. The way this was made was really something. There were times that I cannot fathom how he did it. But man! I do love Saxon!

I had to stop myself from gloating. He was so averse to love that when it bit him, he was the first one to surrender! You need to read the book to realize what I am talking about. It was such a satisfying book.

I stopped myself from reading the preview of the next book. I know it’s Bram and I cannot wait for it.

Thank you for the chance to read this author. I was such a pleasure reading this book.