Saturday, May 30, 2015

Vengeance Be Mine by Louisa Lo Review!

Vengeance Be Mine (Cosmic Balance #1)

BOOK DETAILS:

Vengeance Be Mine by Louisa Lo 
(Cosmic Balance #1) 
Publication date: April 30th 2015 
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:

Megan is a typical university student trying to figure out her place in the world, except instead of hoping to pass the bar or get into med school, she’s studying to become a licensed vengeance demon.

Nineteen-year-old Megan Aequitas is the only vengeance demon and trickster hybrid ever born. In a world where vengeance demons are respectable, rule-obsessed guardians of the Cosmic Balance, and tricksters are playful, happy-go-lucky perpetrators of chaos, being half and half is, well, tricky.

Determined to prove herself worthy of her vengeance blood, Megan enrolls in University of Demonic Studies’ prestigious co-op program. Wreaking karmic revenge on wrongdoers from cheaters to crooks sounds fun and simple, if it weren’t for the unsuspecting human roommate, Megan’s flamboyant trickster half-brothers, a changeling-raised fellow outcast, and a trio of evil wannabes. Then one assignment turns deadly when Megan discovers a plot to unleash an ancient force so authoritarian, most creatures would be deemed too unworthy to exist.

After a lifetime of being embarrassed by her trickster tendencies and striving to fit in vengeance society, Megan now has to learn to embrace both of her worlds if she wants to save them.



“Louisa Lo has an exciting new voice to bring to urban fantasy and a fun and breezy writing style that kept the pages quickly turning well into the night! I need more!”- National bestselling author, Michelle Rowan

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My Review

What a fascinating story!! I loved this book, and I liked it so much more when I found out this is a debut from the author. It was so fun. So, I keep thinking about when I was 19, I was in college working like a fool and studying like crazy. This chick however, she is busting her butt to become more than just a name. She's a half breed and everyone gives her hell for it. And she just wants to do a good job and help keep the balance in the world. You see, she's half vengeance demon and half trickster. They are literal polar opposites of each other. So she has some serious work cut out for her, especially when everyone wants her to fail, and will do whatever they can to make that happen. 

I totally loved Megan, not just because we share the same name, even if it's spelled different. She is half vengeance demon on her dad's side and half trickster on her mom's side. The vengeance demon side helps literally give vengeance to those humans who need some justice served to them. Now the trickster side, it's hilarious. It's all about chaos and fun and mischief. But when everyone thinks she's crazy or stupid to go to school to become a full licensed vengeance demon. She wants order and justice. And she wants to be more than a dirty half breed. She has a great immediate family but a really crappy extended family. She's got some interesting friends, and a new roommate who cracks me up. And a lot of enemies and bullies and just all around meanies.  

The whole idea is to get Megan into employment of demon vengeance. Well, her first trial run assignment almost kills her. He's a stupid old human and yet he has power no one should. AND no one wants to help and she doesn't want to ask just anyone, she really wants to do things the right way. Plus she knows if she asks for help someone from the bad guys will find out. And yes, there's the great lessons of karma and how to treat others. But there's some great mystery and a wonderful fun adventure. 

I loved the side characters. Her sister Esme, her roommate Rosemary, her crazy hilarious brothers, they are over the top, and her parents. As well as the friend she makes who was bullied even more than her. I loved them all. The mean girl, the bad guy, and the professor who had me rooting at the end. :) The characters are second best, to the world building. Seriously, the who concept of Megan and her genetics and character are awesome, and so are everyone else in this story. I am so glad this is a series. I absolutely cannot wait for more! 5 PAWS! 




Louisa Lo
Louisa Lo

website http://www.louisalo.com
twitter username Lo_Louisa

About this author

"Louisa Lo has an exciting new voice to bring to urban fantasy and a fun and breezy writing style that kept the pages quickly turning well into the night! I need more!" --Michelle Rowen, National Bestselling Author

Louisa Lo lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband, an aristocratic cat, and more cardboard boxes than she cares to unpack. She decided to write about vigilantes, because it seems like a better life choice than trying to become one and landing herself in jail. She just has that kind of luck.


The Sicarii by A.J. Bennett & Julia Crane (Hired Gun #1-4) Review!

The Sicarii

BOOK DETAILS:

The Sicarii by A.J. Bennett & Julia Crane
(Hired Gun #1-4)
Publication date: February 13th 2015
Genres: Adult, Paranormal

Synopsis:
Tall, dark, and sexy as hell, Thorne Hollow knows the power he holds over the opposite sex and how to use it. Cast out by the gods thousands of years ago, he roams the earth working as an assassin for The Sicarii, a secret society who protects humans from all of the things that go bump in the night.

One night stands are his way of life … until he meets a mysterious woman whose intriguing power compels him to uncover more about her and the strange magic she wields.

Completed Hired Gun Serial.

My Review

This was definitely an interesting read for me. I wasn't quite sure when I signed up to review it. There's a lot of things that can be considered "bump in the night" supernatural. However, it's not just about the bad guys. And the mythology surrounding the Gods were crazy good.  Thorne is a demi god, who has been exiled to earth for punishment, and it's all because he's not good enough, his blood is mixed. He's actually pretty good living her on Earth. He's become accustomed to it and has become good with it, well maybe not good, he's bitter. He works for the Sicarii, like the secret FBI undercover assassins. I don't know if that's real, but that's how I think about it ;) He loves what he does and he's good at it. And he's a man whore. And then he gets the whopper of a life time when he meets Kat. He had a wife, before, but this woman makes him feel things that scares him. 

This is the full book of the first four serials. It was done well. The romance is streamy, the quirky and snarky comments made it funny, and there's a good bit of action and suspense. And it opens up the movement for the story between some ofther mythology characters. I think we'll see some more of these two. But I did have a few things that bothered me. Like a few little over looks, like Thorne reading something on a paper, then a computer screen, Well it's one or the other, LOL And some of the geneolgy got confused. I'm trying to explain without telling you something spoilery. And maybe that I just wanted more in the character developments.  It's a good story, but maybe I wanted just more. You see, Benny and Nike were my favorite characters, and they were the supporting roles. So, maybe it's just the main characters themselves that gave me issues. LOL I really liked the concept of the hired gun part, assassin demi god. 

I was a little back and forth. Some parts of the books i loved, and some parts I just wanted to slap someone LOL I'm still not sure who that someone was. Sometimes Kat and Thorne equally annoyed me. However, I think because I loved Nike and Benny so much, I will definitely be reading the next book. The concept of the story is intriguing, and I'm very interested to see where this will go. With that said, 3.5 PAWS! 



Friday, May 29, 2015

The Talon of the Hawk by Jeffe Kennedy!


The Talon of the Hawk
The Twelve Kingdoms
Book 3
Jeffe Kennedy

Genre: Fantasy, Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Kensington

Date of Publication: May 26, 2015

ISBN: 13: 978-0-7582-9447-0
ISBN: 10: 0-7582-9447-6
ASIN: B00ONTR57A

Number of pages: 438
Word Count: ~130K

Cover Artist: Design by Kristine Mills,
Illustration by Don Sipley

Book Description:

A HEAVY CROWN

Three daughters were born to High King Uorsin, in place of the son he wanted. The youngest, lovely and sweet. The middle, pretty and subtle, with an air of magic. And the eldest, the Heir. A girl grudgingly honed to leadership, not beauty, to bear the sword and honor of the king.

Ursula’s loyalty is as ingrained as her straight warrior’s spine. She protects the peace of the Twelve Kingdoms with sweat and blood, her sisters from threats far and near. And she protects her father to prove her worth. But she never imagined her loyalty would become an open question on palace grounds. That her father would receive her with a foreign witch at one side and a hireling captain at the other—that soldiers would look on her as a woman, not as a warrior. She also never expected to decide the destiny of her sisters, of her people, of the Twelve Kingdoms and the Thirteenth. Not with her father still on the throne and war in the air. But the choice is before her. And the Heir must lead…

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Excerpt:

The bright pennants of Ordnung, High King Uorsin’s rampant bear topping them all, snapped in the cool breezes from the high mountain peaks. Those pristine white towers, the banners of the Twelve Kingdoms gathered under one, all symbolized my father and King’s greatest triumph. One I believed in with all my being.
Or had once believed in.
From the ravages of internecine wars and crippling enmities, Uorsin had united the kingdoms, bringing them together in lasting peace, capped by the shining castle he built on the ruins of the past. Always, no matter in what condition I returned home, I’d felt a surge of elation at the sight, pride in my legacy and sacred duty.
Not this sick dread.
As we rode closer, the formidable grandeur of Ordnung only mocked me for my many failures of the past months. Soon I would stand before my King, and I had no idea how I would explain myself and my actions. Or what price he would exact.
“Nervous?” Dafne, riding on her gentle palfrey, studied me with serious eyes. A scholarly woman with a quiet manner, she asked with complete sincerity what might sound like a taunt from another.
“Being nervous would imply that I’m uncertain about the confrontation to come,” I told her. “I am…readying myself for King Uorsin’s sure disappointment.” And his rage. Never forget the bear’s towering fury. As if I could.
“You don’t need me to tell you, but you did the right thing, Your Highness. I wasn’t sure which you would choose—love or duty.”
“Think you I could have ripped a newborn from my baby sister’s arms, with her barely recovered from thinking her daughter dead, hard upon the heels of her husband’s murder?”
Dafne considered the question with due gravity. Which made her interesting. No court sycophant she, with ready answers to most please the people who governed her fate.
“Before I answer, I’d like to make clear that I don’t agree with the word ‘murder.’ You did not kill Prince Hugh in cold blood, but rather in the heat of battle. More self-defense than anything.”
Remembering the sickening feel of my sword cutting through Hugh’s neck, realizing I’d killed my sister’s husband, I knew better. All of it had happened so fast—Hugh lunging to kill Rayfe, my other sister Andi thrusting herself between them. I’d acted without thought, though hardly without consequence.
“Self-defense means defending one’s own self. I was in no danger. He was my ally and did not deserve to die by my blade. Nor for me to compound my guilt by fobbing off responsibility for it onto Andi and the Tala.”
“Queen Andromeda was right to insist on taking the blame. If Princess Amelia hadn’t taken it as a reason to incite Avonlidgh to civil war, Old King Erich would have.”
“Which is happening anyway. Warring over an infant heir.” The disgust and frustration that had ridden me these past months leaked into my tone. Speaking to Dafne, though, and surrounded by my loyal Hawks, I could say what I normally would not. Ami and Hugh’s son belonged neither to Uorsin nor to Old Erich, though you wouldn’t know it from the way the two kings behaved, both claiming him as heir. If I hadn’t killed Hugh, we wouldn’t be in this particular battle. One the Twelve, already plagued with problems, could ill afford.
“That’s on Erich, not you. As for the question of murder, I’d put forth that defending your sister is the same for you as defending yourself. Both of your sisters are part of you on a profound level. In a way that even Queen Andromeda and Princess Amelia don’t fully appreciate.”
A legal scholar’s mind, there. Always useful in a companion for someone in my position. “And the answer to my question?”
“Yes,” Dafne decided. “I think you would and could do anything. You’re certainly capable. If you believed it to be the right thing to do.”
“Obeying the High King is the right thing to do,” I replied, knowing full well I hadn’t done so. The grind of guilt and failure made my bones ache. “Semantic arguments aside, the High King commanded that I bring Amelia’s son to Ordnung. I could have and did not.”
“Some truths exceed the law of man.”
“But not the law of the King.”
“The King is but a man.”
“Don’t let High King Uorsin hear you say that, librarian. You won’t long keep your place—or your head—speaking that way.”
“Would you report me?” She cocked her head, brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. No trepidation there—only apparent genuine interest. As if she had already gathered her information and predicted my actions. The answer I gave her would simply confirm or deny her theories.
“Have you no fear at all, Lady Mailloux?” I asked, instead of feeding her the insights she sought. Let her continue to speculate.
She transferred her gaze to the castle, imposing on its rise, framed by the snowcapped mountains. The corners of her soft mouth tightened. “It’s always strange to me to see it as it is,” she commented. “In my mind’s eye, I still see Castle Columba, though it’s been gone nigh on thirty years. I don’t know if it’s fear or something else that digs at me now.”
“And yet, you return, for a second time.”
“It seems to be my fate.” She gave me a wry smile. Amelia was right that Lady Dafne Mailloux often failed to observe courtesy. Not that it bothered me. So did my Hawks and the other soldiers I regularly trained, traveled, and fought with. Something about focusing on a greater purpose relegated the bowing and scraping to the negligible category. “Besides, I owe you. When we thought Stella dead, you wanted to spare Princess Amelia the pain of it, to let her rejoice in having Astar happy and healthy. I expected you to be angry with me for forcing the truth into the open.”
She would be the one to lay it out there, when others would avoid the subject. Those had been dark hours, Ami near death from birthing the twins, then finding the girl, Stella, dead in her cradle. At least the boy, Astar, had stayed strong.
“I was wrong to conceal it from her.” I shrugged, using the motion to loosen my shoulders. Not that it worked. “Not only because she had the wit to see through the trick that I did not.”
“I saw Stella’s dead body, too,” she reminded me. “That black magic fooled us both.”
Enough that we’d even buried her, giving someone enough time to abduct little Stella. Everything in me champed at the bit to be searching for my niece, to be helping Amelia instead of riding into Ordnung. Infinitely preferable to facing the High King with the news I brought. Nevertheless—and though it had nearly killed me—I’d followed my duty and returned home. Though we’d traveled fast, a messenger could have caught up with us. I kept expecting one, saying they’d recovered the babe. With each passing hour that the news failed to arrive, my dread and uneasiness that I’d made the wrong decision grew. Lately what had once been black and white had shaded into disturbing grays.
“I disobeyed a direct command,” Dafne persisted. “You would have been within rights to kill or dismiss me for it. So I owe you.”
“I should have given her credit for needing to know the truth, for being strong enough to stand up to the pain. You owe me nothing.”
“Nevertheless, I have an idea of what you’ll have to deal with at Ordnung, and I couldn’t live with myself if I let you face it alone. Returning with you was the least I could do.”
She meant that well, in all earnestness, so I didn’t comment. Didn’t say that no one and nothing could spare me my father’s wrath. I’d learned that lesson early.
We’d passed through the outlying farms and rode through the extensive township that surrounded Ordnung. People moved about busily, with the many chores of summer at hand. They acknowledged our passing with respectful bows and salutes—and something else. A sense of wariness that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
We did not travel with fanfare. Out of long familiarity with my comings and goings, the people did not dote as they might have on the rest of the royal family, so I did not expect effusive greetings. I preferred it this way—in part because it relieved me to dispense with the pomp and formalities when not necessary, but also because it gave me opportunity to take the measure of the people of Mohraya, the small kingdom that housed Ordnung.
Uorsin saw to his own first, so the Mohrayans generally fared better than the other eleven kingdoms, regardless of the swings in harvest yields and other variable producers of wealth. No matter how severe the troubles in other parts of the Twelve Kingdoms—some I’d seen too much of lately, sorrows that weighed on me—I could usually count on at least Mohraya to be doing well.
Not so, it appeared. One more problem added to the precarious pile that threatened to topple over onto us all.
No, things were not right here. The town burst at the seams, crowded with people. Overly so, despite the increased activity of the warm season. The farmers and livestock growers ought to be out on their land, tending to those concerns.
Perhaps I’d lost my count of days and they’d come into town for market or a fair. But I didn’t think so.
For a start, many of the people gathering in the squares were neither buying nor selling. I’d never expect to recognize all the faces, but the citizenry teemed with unfamiliar looks. More men than usual. Tall ones, light haired, with broad, exotic features.
I called over my lieutenant. “Marskal.” I kept my tone easy, conversational, so he wouldn’t go on alert. “What am I seeing here?”
“Seems the population has grown during our travels, Captain,” he replied blandly. He’d been taking note, too, then. Part of why I relied on him.
“What do you put it down to?”
“We’ve long heard of the increasing conscription rates.”
“Those are foreigners, not raw recruits and new conscripts.”
“True,” he agreed.
“I’ve read the people of Dasnaria across the Onyx Ocean described as such,” Dafne, still riding on my other side, observed. “Tall, fair-haired, strongly built.”
“Is that so,” I replied. Both of them, knowing I did not ask a question, remained silent. I misliked it, foreboding crawling up my already aching spine. They could be here only with Uorsin’s knowledge, which made no sense to me. But then, so much of his behavior had become erratic. Ever since Andi rode home with the Tala on her tail. Absolute loyalty to my King and father meant I should not question him. As his heir, it fell to me to give him my unqualified faith and support.
I hated feeling that erode, even in the quiet depths of my heart, where I harbored doubts I spoke of to no one. That I could hardly bear to examine myself.
The nearer we drew to the castle walls, the more of these exotic men we spied. All hardened warriors to my eye, all heavily armed. Uorsin had dropped hints about having other resources beyond the somewhat questionable loyalty of the Twelve. Ordnung’s guards manned the outposts and the usual positions on the walls—and then some. I counted surreptitiously, lazily turning my face to the sun. More than twice the standard posting. Looked like he’d dug into those other resources after all.
The conflict with the Tala and the overall unrest in the Twelve had made the High King wary. Understandable. But these changes edged past that into paranoia. Along with an expense we could not afford. More fears I’d never give voice to.
“Jepp reported no alert, correct?” I asked Marskal. I knew our scout hadn’t, but it never hurt to confirm.
Jepp, at Marskal’s head tilt, jogged her agile mountain pony closer. “Captain.” She nodded at me. “I checked only at the guard gates, and they gave the all clear. No mention of… this.”
“Pass the word to be on alert, then.”
Jepp saluted and fell back. Not that I needed to tell my Hawks that something was awry in Ordnung. They knew it as well as or better than I did. As much as we could not be less than on alert, telling them so meant that they pulled in closer, taking long-rehearsed positions. Dafne remained placid, a pleased smile on her lips, though she had to be aware of her vulnerability.
“You might have done better to stay at Windroven, after all,” I commented to her.
“I’ll stick with you, if that’s all right. Right with you. I’ll keep up.”
Before we undertook this journey, I had doubted that. Now I felt certain she could keep up with the best of my Hawks. Unless we fled flat out, and it was frankly too late for that. Even if I hadn’t been honor bound to return to Ordnung to face the King with the bad news, my instincts warned we’d have to fight our way free—impossible odds, not to mention a traitorous act.
On that thought, guards stepped up to bar our passage into Ordnung. More of the foreigners, their helms making them look even taller.
“Who approaches Ordnung?” one demanded in our Common Tongue, though his accent twisted the words.
I stared him down, showing my great displeasure at being questioned, transforming the deep unease into righteous fury. “Who dares raise a blade to a Princess of the Realm, Heir to the High Throne of the Twelve Kingdoms?”
Jepp and Marksal drew up closer, their battle readiness almost an audible buzz in my ears. For a moment, it seemed it might come to that, the foreign guard undaunted, scrutinizing me for some sign that I was who I claimed to be. I flexed my hand on the hilt of my sword, edging Dafne more behind me.
A series of shouts in another language relayed from the walls and my challenger cocked his head, nodded, and stepped aside. “Welcome home, Your Highness.” He bowed but did not apologize. I ignored him and rode forward, not feeling welcome at all.
We passed through the outer gates, the shadow of the walls passing chill over me.

My Review


Sweet baby Jesus! I was kind of mind blown reading this one. You see, in the first book, I didn't like Ursula at all. Some non savory words come to mind for her. LOL Then, in the second book, I really started to like her at the end. I was Mad at Ami, so Ursula didn't make me so frustrated. LOL But this book, wow! I am so impressed that this woman has made it out alive. Dear God, the unthinkable happened, and then another unthinkable happened, and I seriously weeped for her. I sat there with tears streaming down my face wanting to hug her so bad. And boy, oh boy, did I wanna punch her several time, but I now completely understand EVERY single choice she has ever made. EVER. Including her higher than though attitude, her need to please her ridiculously evil father, and her stand offish need to push everyone who loves her away. I don't know if I could have lived through everything she did. Not and still be a living soul. And she finally got my full attention because FINALLY at the damn last few pages, she did what I needed her to do all along, she let it all go. THANK YOU! I am so impressed with this trilogy. I really didn't want it to end, but it was done so flipping well that I know that the author's heart and soul went into this one. Lots of sacrifices here. 

I'm going to struggle to talk about everything I want to without spoilers, but I will try my damnedest to do it. You see, it starts off with Ursula going back home, to her king. Well, there's a mess. A whole freaking army of foreigners have taken over guarding the castle and kingdom and king as well. Ursula did the right thing letting Ami go after her kidnapped child. Ummm, sorry, if you haven't read the first two. LOL I always loved Andi. She's been my favorite sister for a long time. But now, Ursula rivals her. She stands up to that crazy man of a father, she tries to protect others from his wrath, all the while trying to figure out what to do with the foreigners and figure out a way to leave her imprisoned walls of her castle to go help find her sisters. She really is serious about being a warrior. Everything she does revolves around it, but I think it's the only thing that will keep her alive, not just physically but mentally. Emotionally. She practices her skills like someone would meditate to keep themselves from succombing to stress. And this, right there, is how we meet Captain Harlan. I knew Ursula needed a significant other to undstand her but I NEVER thought we'd get to see it be done so well :) And I am so glad Harlan was able to not only crack her cement walls, but help her overcome the trauma I never would have guessed. This is more than just betrayal from the king, this is out right mind blowing. When I caught on, it took me a bit to figure it out before she spilled, I about lost my mind. So, maybe be prepared for a serious emotional storm for a bit in here. 

There's two plot lines going here. Ursula and her fighting for her country, her father, and using Captain Harlan to find her sisters. But it's almost a second story with Ursula finally finding herself, what's she's made of, how she will finally love, and be loved, and figuring out what to do with what she's found. And with that, Harlan is definitely a book boyfriend. He had attraction to Ursula immediately, and I can see why. However, I would have maybe slapped her myself and walked away. He pursues not just her heart, but her mind with his own warrior skills. He gets her. She is pretty damn ugly to him, most of the book. And then he finally snags her, almost loses her, and then stands next to her willing to put his life out for hers. I loved him, and he's hilarious. He has these funny little snips that he says so seriously but it's just funny. And he makes Ursula feel human, so it's totally a win. Then we finally get to see Andi and Ami. I love all three sisters, and they have something special when they put themselves together. And their significant others are fascinating :) And though they fight when together, the will fight every single thing that comes between them. They really do have a very special bond. I want a spin off of the aftermath of everything that went down here!!!! Oh and could we add a good bit of Dafne, Jepp, and Marskal to that too. I loved them!! 

Overall, the whole world building is magical. The writing is absolutely wonderful. The characters have a big piece of my heart. I want more. I can't have it. And not because this was a let down in any way, but because I loved it so much! I promise, this will be a keep forever series. ALWAYS! I am fascinated. So, with the very epic conclusion of this series... 6 PAWS!!! It was so deserving of so much. I am a fan for life! 





About the Author:

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.  

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic  contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and book 1, The Mark of the Tala, received a starred Library Journal review and has been nominated for the RT Book of the Year while the sequel, The Tears of the Rose, has been nominated for best fantasy romance of the year. A fifth series, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, released starting with Going Under, followed by Under His Touch and Under Contract.  
She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog, on Facebook, and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. She is represented by Connor Goldsmith of Fuse Literary.





Negotiation by Jeffe Kennedy!




Negotiation by Jeffe Kennedy

A Story of the Twelve Kingdoms

A wounded warrior trapped by the sorceress who knows him better than he does himself…

General Uorsin escapes the last devastating battle, only to find himself alone on a mountain, feverish and no closer to finding the paradise that drives him on. Salena, greatest shapeshifter and magic-worker of her people, springs the trap she’s set to protect her land—and to prevent the ravager Uorsin from ever reaching it.

Together, they spend a night setting the terms that will determine not only the rest of their lives, but the fates of the peoples of the Twelve Kingdoms—and the thirteenth.


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About the Author:

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.  

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic  contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and book 1, The Mark of the Tala, received a starred Library Journal review and has been nominated for the RT Book of the Year while the sequel, The Tears of the Rose, has been nominated for best fantasy romance of the year. A fifth series, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, released starting with Going Under, followed by Under His Touch and Under Contract.  
She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog, on Facebook, and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. She is represented by Connor Goldsmith of Fuse Literary.