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Breath of Life (Godstone Saga Book 2) by Jocelynn Drake: New Release Review

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Caelan wants his throne back.

The bargain has been struck, and it’s time to return home.

But the situation is worse in Erya than he previously suspected. Betrayal runs deep in the streets of Stormbreak, and finding people he can trust will be treacherous.

He has no choice, though. He’s fighting for his birthright, and maybe even a little revenge if he can get it.

Will the gods come between him and the crown?

Or worse, him and Drayce?

Breath of Life is the second book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, gods with secret plans, hidden romance, a prince set on revenge, magic, and lots of delicious angst.

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You must read book 1. No way around it. So if you haven’t, stop here.

Ok, book 2 picks up right after book 1. The foursome of Prince (King) Caelan, Drayce, Rayne and Eno are headed back home with some reinforcements from Prince Shey and after Caelan went all God of Storms on the fleet of ships attacking.

Once they return home, they find unexpected allies and unexpected rivals. We also learn more about Eno and Rayne, their backgrounds and families.

War is ugly and this shows the complexities of it, adding in a monarchy or two and some gods and goddesses.

Again, this isn’t much of a romance, but it isn’t meant to be. I fully expect to get happily ever afters at series end, but for now those relationships are secondary at best.

I am quite enjoying this much more than I thought, thanks to the writing and world building of Jocelynn Drake. She is quickly becoming one of my top ten authors as I have really enjoyed everything of hers I have read so far.

And I can’t wait for book 3!

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Metal Heart (Metal & Magic, Book 1) by Michelle Frost: Cover Reveal, Exclusive Book Excerpt and Giveaway

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When stray human Matthew wanders into Black Dog shifter pack territory, he’s injured and vulnerable. The last thing Matthew expects is for the pack’s alpha to be the home he’s always been looking for.

Bram can’t believe his nose when the trespasser his enforcers drop at his feet turns out to be something entirely different. Nursing Matthew back to health becomes Bram’s priority, but the pack isn’t thrilled to have a human in their midst.

When the pack gives them an ultimatum—either Matthew joins the pack in truth or leaves—the only question is, if he decides not to stay, will Bram be able to let him go?

Metal Heart is the first novel in the Metal and Magic series, a dystopian urban fantasy romance filled with magic, adventure, and the perils of being human in a supernatural world.

Metal Heart (Metal & Magic, Book 1)

By Michelle Frost

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“Hey,” he said, gently gripping my chin and bringing my eyes back to his. “Nothing has to be decided today. You still need to rest and heal. Or if…”—he pulled in a deep breath—“if you know that this is in no way what you want, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go and do what I can to help you make a fresh start. Do you have family waiting for you? Would you rather be on the West Coast where it’s warmer? Whatever you want, Matthew. If I can give it to you, it’s yours.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and gave a tiny shake of my head. “There’s no family waiting for me. They’d been gone a long time before I was taken. What did you mean commit to mate? You said as soon as you smelled me you knew I was your mate, is that not always the case?” I wanted to understand what this felt like for him. He made it sound like only shifters could feel or smell when they’d met their mates, but I’d been feeling something—a yearning—for him almost from the moment we’d met as well.

“Mates aren’t like some fairytale where there’s only one person in the world who’s perfect for you. It’s just like with humans. Why is one human infinitely more attractive to someone than another? Shifters have heightened senses, especially smell. It’s pheromones.” He winked. “And maybe a little magic, but when we’ve met someone who could be our mate, the animal in us knows. When I was a child my mother told me I could be attracted and compatible with many people in my life, but when I found a person who could truly be my mate, my bear would let me know. I’d never truly believed her until you. Committing to making you my mate means that all others, even compatible ones, from here on out will fade into the background. Much like a human vowing to forsake all others when they marry. Only in a more literal sense. No one will appeal to me the way you do. Shifters tend to mate for life.”

Despite the cruelty I’d endured. Despite being tossed aside by the people who were supposed to love me. Despite my own good common sense, I believed him. Which scared me more than anything. My fingers played in the short hairs on the back of his head. “What happens if I decide to stay the two weeks, and then say no to the mating?”

He nodded a little like he understood my hesitation, but his eyes didn’t quite hide their flash of disappointment before his steely resolve returned. “I’ll make good on my promises, Matthew, no matter what you decide. If we’re standing under the full moon and you change your mind, I’ll take you wherever you want to go and help you get settled.”

“Would it hurt you very badly?” I whispered before I’d thought it through.

His green gaze never left mine. His jaw ticked. “I would recover.”

My heart clenched. The part of my brain still trapped in the cramped, dank cell at the lab was ready to tell him I was leaving whether he agreed to help me or not. Of course, the other parts of me were ready for him to bite me over breakfast. So, a compromise. It would be stupid to turn down two weeks of shelter and food. I could heal. I could rest. Bram was adamant I’d be protected, and gods help me, I believed him. “I’ll stay two weeks and give you my decision the night before the full moon. Fair?”

His green eyes shone with tentative hope. “Fair.”Stories have always been Michelle Frost‘s escape. Even as a kid, she can remember writing stories featuring her favorite cartoon characters. Now, her characters are a little more grown up, as are the stories she likes to tell. A self-proclaimed coffee addict and a bit of an introvert, she can most likely be found with her nose in a book.

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Hex Work by TA Moore: Blog Tour, Exclusive Guest Post, Excerpt and Giveaway

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My name is Jonah Carrow, and it’s been 300 days since I laid a hex.

OK, Jonah Carrow isn’t actually an alcoholic. But there’s no support group of lapsed hex-slingers in Jerusalem, so he’s got to make do. He goes for the bad coffee and the reminder that he just has to take normal one day at a time.

Unfortunately, his past isn’t willing to go down without a fight.

A chance encounter with a desperate Deborah Seddon, and a warning that ‘they’re watching’, pulls Jonah back into the world he’d tried to leave behind. Now he has to navigate ghosts, curses, and the hottest bad idea warlock he’s ever met…all without a single hex to his name.

But nobody ever said normal was easy. Not to Jonah anyhow.

Title: Hex Work by TA Moore

Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press

Release: 23 November

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Hi! Can you believe it’s November already? I feel entirely adrift in the calendar these days. It’s 1934th of March! One thing I have managed to keep on track for, more or less, is the whole publication schedule for Hex Work…more or less!

Hex Work is NOT the book I was meant to be writing, but it’s the one that wanted to come out of my head. So I hope people like it in order to make the absolute shambles it made of my writing schedule worth it. I like it, so I guess that’s a good start!

Thanks for having me and I hope you enjoy the exclusive short story prequel to the Hex Work novella!

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Stories of Babylon – Chapter Three

Wife growled at him. Jonah reached down to gently tug her ears and settle her down.

“That’s what I want to know,” he said. “Sorry about this.”

John opened his mouth to ask why and Jonah stuck his finger in his mouth. It felt like a corpse, clammy and dry and slack. Before John could react Jonah dug his finger down into the stiff flesh of the tongue.

“A nail, a thorn, and a splinter,” Jonah rattled off. “Fear not, the Lord take us home before winter.”

He pulled his hand back and absently wiped it on his coat. Ghosts didn’t have spit, or germs, but hags could be another story. Cut the last threads that kept this one tied to John’s identity—his name, his life, his favourite food—and that’s what John would be. Or already was, even if he didn’t remember just yet.

John stood there, his chalky face slack and almost peaceful. The way he’d look in the coffin, once his face had been rebuilt by the mortician.

“Time to go home, Johnny,” Jonah said. “Your dad is waiting. Come on. I’ll give you a lift.”

Johnny stroked Lot’s head as they drove. Lot leaned into the hex-reinforced touch and panted happily, while Wife disapproved from the back seat. She was a one ghost sort of dog.

Home wasn’t the neat, ranch-style house on the outskirts of town, with a basketball hoop mounted on the garage that already felt poignant. It wasn’t the undertakers either, where John’s body was laid out in a suit his parents had bought just to bury him in.

Those were for the living.

Home, now, was the caster who’d made John.

John and the Woman in White hag who’d killed him, and maimed five other teenagers dumb enough to answer a knock at the door after dark. Three boys, two girls – too young, dumb, and horny to know better. It had been bad enough that someone came to the Carrow house to pay far, far too much for a basket of odd eggs from Gran’s hobby chickens.

It was bad luck to ask for money to cast a hex, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a price. People in Babylon knew that. It was a lot cheaper to pay a grand for a basket of eggs than let Esther Carrow decide what she was owed.

Of course, once the money was in her pocket Gran was free to solve the problem how she saw fit. Which at the moment, while she was hobbled by gout, meant she subcontracted it to Jonah.

On your left, on your left, Johnny whispered suddenly. He had thinned out as they got further away from the site of the accident, just an outline of chalk and shreds of smoke.

Jonah was going to have to have the Plymouth cleaned when this was over.

He turned left onto the hard-packed, dirt Zoba Road and slowed down. Just in case he flicked the headlights off and rolled along in the dark. Lot whined, a thin noise, and lifted his head from John’s lap. There was a patch of chalk dust white on his chin and when he pricked his ears they passed through John’s fingers.

I don’t like scary movies, John said. His voice was strained and brittle as the hexes pulled at him. The faded imprints of the original conversations he was cannibalizing for this plea painted the edges of the words, reluctance and impatience and a general good nature. I’ll do it later.

Jonah thought about it for a second, but he had what he needed from John. He reached into the inner pocket of his coat with one hand, the other braced against the steering wheel to keep the car steady. The spool of thread he pulled out was almost finished. He made a mental note to rewind it from Gran’s sewing box when he got home.

TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com

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Twitter: @tamoorewrites

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Steal the Wind (Godstone Saga Book 1) by Jocelynn Drake: Exclusive Excerpt and New Release Review

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Everything Caelan knows about his world is a lie.

A war is brewing. As the crown prince of Erya, it’s only natural that Caelan is sent on a secret diplomatic mission to support one of the kingdom’s allies. With his advisor, his bodyguard, and his best friend as traveling companions, what could go wrong?

Everything.

Everything goes wrong.

Now they are on the run, dodging assassins, setting secret meetings, and even making deals with a sleeping god.

So, this is probably a really bad time to cave to feelings he’s been fighting for his best friend. But Drayce has owned his heart for more years than he can count and if he’s going to die, shouldn’t he have just one kiss?

The fate of the world is on the line, and only Caelan holds the power to save them all.

Steal the Wind is the first book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, secrets, cranky gods, hidden romance, a prince on the run, a possessive ex-boyfriend, magic, and lots of delicious angst.

Title: Steal the Wind
Authors: Jocelynn Drake
Series: The Godstone Saga, Book 1 & 2
Genre: Fantasy (Book 1 ends on a cliffhanger).
Tropes: forbidden romance, royal in hiding.

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The Godstone Saga, Book 2

Caelan want his throne back.

The bargain has been struck, and it’s time to return home.

But the situation is worse in Erya than he previously suspected.

Now he has to fight for his birthright, and maybe get a little revenge in the process.

Breath of Life is the second book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, gods with secret plans, hidden romance, a prince set on revenge, magic, and lots of delicious angst.

Ships of different sizes filled the harbor, everything from private fishing boats to enormous cargo ships taking goods from one country to another. For centuries, Caspagir had established itself as a naval giant. No one hauled in as much seafood each year as Caspagir. And as far as anyone knew, no one had a bigger naval fleet than Caspagir, though New Rosanthe seemed determined to rival them.

Caelan was now beginning to wonder if the magical weight he felt in the air had something to do with that naval power.

The wind gusted and swirled around him, tugging at his clothes and seeming to riffle through his pockets as if checking him over, before rushing away. It was like being accosted by a gang of child pickpockets.

Overhead, a bank of clouds started rolling over the city, bringing on an early sunset, but a bright light pierced the darkness.

Standing on a hill above the harbor was a tall lighthouse painted white with blue rings. A conical red roof topped the structure, and a wide beam of bright light passed in a circle over the harbor and then the city over and over again.

“Any closer?” Drayce inquired. “Or do you think we should head to the hotel now? I’m sure Rayne and Eno are anxious for us to return.”

“In a minute. We’re close.”

“Really?”

Caelan nodded. “Yeah. The lighthouse. I want to check out the lighthouse.”

“The feeling is coming from there?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe it will just give us a better view of Sirelis.”

Turning away from the harbor, they started up a narrow dirt road that looked as if it hadn’t been used in a few years. The weeds on the hills leading up to the lighthouse grew thick. Halfway up, two short posts were partially fallen over on either side of the road and the chain connecting them was rusted and lying in the dirt. A No Trespassing sign was in the center of the chain while another was hanging at an angle on one of the posts. The magical snap and spark was thicker now. Caelan half expected Drayce to be able to see it.

“Should we continue?” Drayce asked.

Caelan shrugged. “Just a little ways. Maybe the lighthouse will have a sign on it. A name we can contact.”

Five feet.

They didn’t get more than five feet past the chain when he heard the ominous chunk of several guns being cocked and loaded.

“Halt!” a loud, authoritative voice barked. A chill swept over Caelan, and he froze exactly where he was. His gaze slid over to find Drayce frozen as well, his wide eyes staring straight ahead. This was bad.

“Put your hands in the air and slowly turn around,” the man barked again.

Caelan slowly lifted his hands above his head and could see Drayce doing the same from the corner of his eye. With the same care, he turned to find two dozen soldiers spread out behind them in a semi-circle, automatic weapons drawn and pointed right at their chests. Caelan’s heart skipped a beat, and his mouth went dry. He cleared his throat and tried to wet his lips.

“I’m sorry, but I think there’s been a mistake,” Caelan started.

“The only mistake here is you trespassing on private property,” the head of the armed squad bellowed.

“And trespassing requires a response from the army?” Drayce cried, causing Caelan to wince.

“Look, we’re just tourists. We’re in town sightseeing. That’s it. We thought we’d check out the lighthouse and the view from the top of the hill. We didn’t mean any trouble.”

“That could be true. Or you could be Empire spies—”

“Spies!” he and Drayce blurted out in shock at the same time.

“We’re not spies!” Drayce continued. “We’re tourists! Tourists!”

“Then you’re going to have no problem proving that in lockup,” the older man with the salt-and-pepper mustache said with an evil smile.

No, that was going to be incredibly difficult because they could not give their names. They couldn’t give any information to anyone who wasn’t a member of the royal family.

As they were handcuffed, one soldier ripped off Caelan’s sunglasses. He held his breath, waiting, but the man gave no sign that he recognized him, which was a good thing.

They were dragged down the hill and tossed into a military Jeep, joined by four guards. Caelan glanced at the lighthouse one last time before they were driven into the city. If anything, this swift and over-the-top response for a little trespassing proved one thing—something was hidden in the lighthouse.

That was for later.

Right now, his main concern was how badly Rayne and Eno were going to blow their tops when they discovered he and Drayce had been arrested and were suspected of being New Rosanthe spies.

This type of book generally isn’t in my wheelhouse, but as a fan of Jocelynn Drake I had to take a chance. It is not a typical romance AT ALL, in fact, I’d say the romance part of it is a distant second to, well, everything else.

Everything else is a modern day world with kingdoms, a scary forest with weird animals that all want you dead, magic, royalty and gods.

There is extensive world building here, but it is done in such a way that it’s all very clear. I always find it interesting to read something in modern times but a completely different world. Everything above but cars, planes, cell phones, jeans, etc. I think meshing them like that is what helped really keep me in this world and this story.

The prince, his…valet type guy, his best friend and his bodyguard are all kind of stereotypes of who they are. Uptight, put together, smart and a bit emotionally cold valet. Goofy best friend. Big tough bodyguard. But it all works and they all play off of each other well. supporting each other, fighting for and with each other and laughing when needed. The prince is of course gorgeous and a bit of a tortured soul in that his mother is QUEEN and not the soft squishy motherly type, father unknown and a throne and responsibility that will one day be his.

This is a LONG book one, followed by a nearly as long book two. Obviously I will be tackling that soon. Book 3 will be out in a month or so. Very cool that the author isn’t making us wait a long time between books. So if you are one who likes to binge a whole series at once, you only have to wait until the day after Christmas.

But this is definitely worth the read now.

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Night Prince by Felice Stevens: RB, Excerpt, New Release Review and Giveaway

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From Lambda Literary Award winning author Felice Stevens comes a sexy paranormal stand-alone romance.

A vampire who’s lost everything meets a man who has nothing to lose.

For centuries, Massimo D’Alba, banished prince of the Fold, has wandered through life frozen in darkness and pain. Betrayed by his younger, power-hungry brother, he’s existed for centuries but not lived. A rain-soaked night brings smart-mouthed New Yorker, Damion Avery, to his doorstep and suddenly he’s riding spin bikes, shopping for yoga pants, eating ice cream…and falling in love.

Damion Avery can’t figure out why Prince Tall, Dark, and Incredibly Sexy wants him as his personal assistant, but he’s not going to second-guess his good luck. Even though he has to work all night and sleep during the day, the job is too good to be true. But where does Massimo sneak off to in the dead of night? Is he a spy, an assassin, or something else? And what’s with those glowing purple eyes? Damion knows he shouldn’t fall for his boss. But Damion was never one to follow the rules.

When duty calls him home, Massimo must return to save his kingdom, forcing a life-changing decision: leave Damion behind forever, or reveal his deepest, darkest secret to the man who has become his everything, who owns a part of Massimo he’d thought gone forever…his heart.

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Massimo glanced up from reading the newspaper as Damion bounded down the stairs.

“Where are you off to? You look like you’re on a mission.”

“I’m going across town to Macy’s. They’re open late tonight—until nine-thirty, and I need some new clothes.” He pointed at his ripped jeans. “I only have one other pair, and I need some shirts and stuff, especially now that you want me to sit in on your video conferences with you and not remain in the background. It’s my dinner hour, so I won’t be taking time from work.”

Massimo set the paper down, frowning. “First of all, you should not worry about doing personal things during your free time. I do not own you, Damion. You work for me. Second of all, I think that is a good idea. Are you sure they will have what you need?”

Damion snorted. “They’re only the biggest store in the world. I think I’ll find something.” His blue eyes twinkled, and Massimo fought that internal war that made him want to grab Damion and kiss him, while knowing it was wrong. It was exhausting to fight this attraction, and instead of it waning as he’d hoped, it was gaining strength.

Damion snapped his fingers. “Hey. I have an idea. Why don’t you come with me? You can help me pick out stuff and tell me what looks good. I’m hopeless like that, and you have a great sense of style.”

Massimo was hesitant. “You want me to go clothes shopping? I’ve never done that before. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Damion’s eyes bugged out, and he stood mute for a moment. “You’re kidding. You’ve never been in a department store?”

Massimo shrugged. “Why would I? I have a tailor come and make my suits and shirts. Anything else I need, Claudio orders for me. Stores are crowded with people.” He made a face. “Why would I want to go?”

“Because you can try stuff on you might not know you even want. I love impulse-buying. Please? Come with me?”

It was pointless to try and resist those big blue eyes. And that was how Massimo D’Alba, prince of the Fold and one of the most powerful vampires in the world, found himself in a dressing room in Macy’s, wearing a hot-pink T-shirt that said: Yoga is my superpower, and an indecently tight pair of gray sweat pants.

“I think not.” He exited the dressing room to show Damion, who stood in front of the three-way mirror in a tank top the color of his eyes and biker shorts.

When their eyes met, Damion’s jaw dropped, and he spun around.

Massimo shifted under his heated stare, and his cock hardened. Mortified, he took a step away, praying Damion hadn’t noticed. “I can’t believe you made me try this on.”

“Oh, loosen up. Lots of guys wear this when they exercise.” Damion cocked his head. “You look good. Really good.”

“I look as ridiculous as I feel. I’ll stick to what I have, thank you. And we came here for you, not me.”

Damion turned to his own mirror, and Massimo’s gaze fixed on his perfect ass, hugged by the second-skin material of the biker shorts. Massimo had enough trouble with the damn spin bike; did he need to be tortured by Damion wearing next to nothing while they exercised? Having a hard-on while spinning was a singularly painful experience he tried to avoid.

For an author who is a contemporary writer, this was a fun read. Delving into the world of vampires hundreds of years ago and then a time jump to today’s world. Great world building that didn’t rely on stereotypes (except the whole sun thing. ouch). They lived in secret, ensconced within their own boundaries. There were several factions and royalty ruled. They even had a spiritual figure that they respected.

Massimo, first born son and heir to the throne is banished from The Fold for a seemingly minor transgression. While everyone, including himself, thought he would die, he in fact ended up thriving. Building various business empires so that he never had to worry about money.

Damion is the complete opposite. An orphan who had a very difficult childhood with a religious foster family until he ran away, living on the streets of NYC until finally going back to school to get his GED. Where he met his best friend. Even though Damion had a few friends, got his GED, went to college, his life was still a mess. He lost a good job, lost his apartment and then lost his best friend who was moving to another country for his boyfriend’s job. Serendipity brings him to Massimo’s brownstone.

Massimo offers Damion a job as his personal assistant and a room to live in. Being that Massimo is nocturnal and does all of his work at night, having Damion there makes more sense.

They were, of course, immediately attracted to each other. But Massimo held back because, yanno, vampire, and Damion held back because that is why he lost his job- getting seduced by his boss who then turned on him.

But they settled into a fun working relationship. Damion getting Massimo to work out with him on Peleton bikes was hilarious. Massimo’s butler (also a vampire) was such a perfect side character. I actually really hope he gets his own happily ever after.

Massimo finds it harder and harder to resist Damion AND to keep his secret. But he is being called back to The Fold to oust his brother and right the wrongs that have been done. His brother was a horrible person who is destroying everyone and everything in the town.

I won’t tell you more, but they way that Massimo returned, having Damion with him, hundreds of others willing to fight with him, it made for a great story. You could feel that they were just meant for each other. They never used the words mate or soul mate or anything like that. They didn’t HAVE to tell us that they were soul mates. We could tell. It was obvious. Just their immediate connection. They always wanted to be with each other, well before it became a sexual relationship.

The author even made sure there were no loose ends for when Damion was going to return to The Fold with Massimo. Little details that make Type A me so happy.

Even if vampires aren’t really your thing, this isn’t super vampire-y. It felt more paranormal than that. But it was a good story and I would definitely read a second book.

4 pieces of eye candy

Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, because just like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.

Felice is the 2020 Lambda Literary Award winning author in best Gay Romance. She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe. If she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her watching reality TV or procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice’s Breakfast Club.

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A Veiled & Hallowed Eve (Soulbound Book 7) by Hailey Turner: New Release Review

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Death is the last lover you will ever know.

SOA Special Agent Patrick Collins has lived a life full of lies, and it has finally caught up with him. There’s no denying his past any longer, not after giving up the truth to save himself from a murder charge. But truth alone can’t set Patrick free, and time is running out to stop the Dominion Sect from turning his father into a god.

Jonothon de Vere knows survival isn’t a guarantee, but he’s desperate to keep Patrick safe, even as hope slips through his fingers. With the future unknown, Jono will follow Patrick wherever he goes, even to Salem, where a family reunion reveals a bitter secret that was never going to stay buried.

With New York City under control of their god pack, Patrick and Jono must fall back on every alliance they’ve brokered to fill the front lines of a war coming directly to the city streets. The veil is always thinnest on Samhain, and what awaits them on the other side is the stuff of nightmares. For when it tears, all hell will break loose, and the gods will be summoned to face a reckoning the world isn’t ready for.

The stakes have never been higher, failure has never been so deadly, and the Fates have never been kind to heroes. Patrick knows that better than anyone—because everything has a price, every debt always comes due, and it’s finally time for Patrick to pay his.

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You need to read this entire series, or listen to it. Either way, don’t miss a single book in this series. This is not a stand alone. While the author does reference and explain things as the book goes along, you really want to make sure you read or listen to the first six books in the series. But it is not in any way, shape or form, time wasted. This is a fantastic series, from beginning to end. Hailey Turner takes world building to a new level with this series, and with the conclusion to the series, it is no less amazing. If you want to visualize the setting your MC’s are in, this author is who you want to read.

This was seriously an epic conclusion to this series. I was on the edge of my seat for most of it, as it twisted and turned through the streets of NYC, and a bit of time spent in Salem, MA.

I’m not gonna lie…Patrick leaving…well that just broke my heart. But Jono, Wade (who was the sweetest in his devotion to Patrick) and their pack did not give up any hope, knowing he would be back. They continued on in their lives, knowing he would be back home.

Patrick finally pays his soul debt, in, of course, one of the most heart breaking ways, yet absolutely how it needed to happen. I honestly would not have been surprised if the author had not planned that particular portion of the story since the conception of the series.

I do not want to give any more away, but this book, this ending…perfect conclusion to what has been an incredible series.

Also, if you get a chance, I highly recommend the audiobooks of this series, narrated by Gary Furlong. So very well done. As a good narrator can do, he enhances what is already a fantastic storyline with the varying voices, inflections and character changes.

4.5 pieces of eye candy