A Review, a Sale, and an Excerpt (all unrelated)

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Don't miss book II of this romantic "Beauty and the Beast" retelling.

A new light shines into the darkness of his heart . . .

After fifteen years of imprisonment and solitude, Soran Silveri's life is rudely interrupted by the arrival of one brash, headstrong, flame-haired girl. He cannot refuse her appeals for sanctuary—but he can resist her pleas for him to teach her magic. If the suspicions he harbors about her prove true, tapping into her magic potential could spell disaster.

Nelle has survived the first hurdle of her mission on Roseward Isle: She convinced the disgraced mage to let her stay. Now, if she can only find his hidden spellbook, she could return home in time to save Papa. It should be simple enough.

But as the danger stalking Roseward Isle closes in, a situation that once seemed simple grows more complex by the day. Can Soran bear to send away the woman who has instilled his life with new meaning and purpose? Can Nelle betray the man who has opened her eyes to possibilities she never knew existed?

Rediscover the tale as old as time in this romantic trilogy, perfect for fans of Miranda Honfleur, Audrey Gray, and Emma Hamm.

 

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Review:

Who doesn't love a good Beauty and the Beast retelling? Especially one with covers like these. Especially ones written by Sylvia Mercedes!

First of all, this series is strangely a comfort read (or was until I read another series by the same author, but as I read it after reading this, that is all I will say on the matter). And this book is my favorite of the trilogy. Here is why.

-We still have the strange dynamic between Nelle and Soran keeping house while not trusting each other.

-There is a visitor on this island that threatens to change that whole dynamic in the most interesting way possible.

-There is a threat that might just invade the island if it had any idea Nelle was on it.

-And that's on top of the Rose Maiden threat.

The romance in this book centered on the whole concept of "Touch her and you die." Which Soran took the nth degree. I have never seen a more epic "Touch her and you die."  Bad Guy over here is like, ooh, I got your girl. And Soran be like, ooh, I got this world's version of a HYDROGEN BOMB.

So anyway, I think about that a lot at random moments. And you should, too: read this book.

Note to more sensitive readers: This book has some language (mostly fantasy terms, but I think there were a couple real ones mixed in), strong (but still slow burn) romance, and some adult themes (let's just say, Soran had good reason to release the BOMB).

 

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She’s a mortal with no memories.
As her fae liege, he knows only that he must protect her.
But is he her hero . . . or her captor?

Salma knows only her own name. She doesn’t even remember why she’s ill. Then a fae lord who claims he knows her snatches her back to his manor, and she learns that some things more sinister than death. Like the Court of Dusk where everyone seems to know more about her than she does and nightfall is a deadly affair.

Adom’s book of truth tells him that the woman he doesn’t recognize is a vital member of his household. But the Manor keeps its secrets well, even from its own master. And even the Shadows seem to want the beautiful, mortal nuisance he has pledged to protect.

As the threat of an invasion from night itself continues to mount, Adom knows there will be consequences if he can’t protect her. And Salma wonders if she can trust him to protect her from himself. Because sometimes Adom isn't the begrudging, aloof fae he appears to be. Sometimes he's someone— or perhaps something— else.

The beginning of a haunting, slow-burn, closed-door fae romance with elements of Beauty & the Beast, Hades & Persephone, and Egyptian mythology. Perfect for fans of Sylvia Mercedes, Tara Grayce, and Emma Ham.

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Excerpt:

 

I watch immaterially as emergency vehicles roll up to the smoking ship to do what I cannot. Get my crew out alive.

“Well, it was fun.”

The Venetian salutes the empty air, probably intending the gesture for me. “Thanks for the crash landing, but all good things must come to an end.”

“Orion wouldn’t want you to leave,” I say.

“Well, it’s a good thing only one of us is a slave to his every whim.” Then, just because she can and I cannot, she bends down and presses her lips to Orion’s forehead in the human tradition of affection and ownership.

“He does not belong to you,” I say.

“Maybe not like you belong to him.” She straightens and gives me an expression I am certain Reverend Shipping would describe as evil. “But he will always come running back to me, kicking and screaming against himself.”

How strange to feel the power surging through this dying ship as keenly as I once felt my neuroreceptors activating during conversations that required greater emotional presentation. “You underestimate his free will.”

“And you romanticize what you don’t have.” The Venetian shakes her head, an expression I would catalogue as pity if it was broadcasted on any other face than hers twisting her lips. “But we humans are far more simple than willing ourselves one way or another. There are feral desires to contend with, and they usual win. Just like your programming always win.”

“So, you are saying that we are not that different after all?”

The Venetian shrugs as she pushes open the door that the ship is too weakened to allow me to keep closed.

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