February 27, 2018

Book Tour: A Choice of Crowns


Welcome to the Virtual Book Tour for a Choice of Crowns by Barb Hendee.  For the synopsis, review and excerpt for  the first in the series entitled Through a Dark Glass, please click here.

A CHOICE OF CROWNS
A Dark Glass Novel Book #2
Author: Barb Hendee
Genre: Historical Fantasy

Synopsis:

Olivia Geroux knew her king was reluctant to marry her, whatever the negotiations had arranged. But she never expected to find handsome, arrogant King Rowan obsessed with his stepsister instead. And before she can determine what course to take, she overhears her greatest ally plotting to murder the princess.

Olivia must act quickly—and live with whatever chaos results. As the assassin hunts his prey, a magic mirror appears to show Olivia the three paths that open before her . . .

If she hesitates only a moment, the princess will die—and she will become queen.

If she calls for help, she will gain great power—but she must also thrust away her own happiness.

If she runs to stop the murder herself, she will know love and contentment—but her whole country will suffer.

As she lives out each path, her wits and courage will be tested as she fights to protect her people, her friends, and her heart. And deciding which to follow will be far from easy . . .


excerpt
            I’ve heard it said the most important moments in one’s life pass more swiftly than others. Perhaps it’s true.
            I only know that all my senses were on alert as soon as my father sent for me, asking me to come to his private rooms. Eighteen years old, I’d never once been invited to his rooms. In the past several weeks, he’d been closeted away much of the time, sending and receiving messages, but I had no idea what this was about—as he didn’t see fit to share such intelligence with me.
            Now…he wanted to see me, in his rooms?
            I could hardly refuse, nor in fact did I want to. I was curious.
            Gathering my long green skirt, I nodded curtly to the servant who’d delivered the message and made my way to the base of the east tower of our family keep. I knew exactly where his rooms were located, even if I’d never been inside.
            Upon arriving, I stood with my back straight and knocked on the door.
            “Father? You sent for me.”
            “Come,” he said from the other side.
            With my hand shaking only slightly, I opened the door. Inside, I found a somewhat austere main room that appeared to be a study, with a large desk and chair. There were tapestries of forest scenes on the walls, and an interior door led to a bedroom.
            My father, Hugh Géroux, sat behind his desk working on what appeared to be a letter, but he stood as I entered. In his early fifties, he still cut a striking figure, with a smooth-shaven face, dark hair with a sprinkling of gray, and dark eyes.
            “Olivia,” he said, as if meeting me for the first time.
            We didn’t know each other well, as I was the fifth and youngest of his children. I had two older brothers and two older sisters, and my father had used all four of them carefully to enhance his own wealth and prestige. My mother died of a fever when I was only seven, so my father raised us alone in a manner that was both distant and overbearing at the same time.
            My family, the line of Géroux, was among the old nobility of the kingdom. While past famines and civil wars had destroyed several of the ancient families, ours survived. We were survivors. My father respected strength and nothing else.
            His eyes moved dispassionately from my feet to my face, as if assessing me. I knew only too well what he saw. I was tall for a woman. He was tall, and I could almost look him directly in the eyes. Unfortunately, the current fashion for women was petite and fragile. My hair was long and thick, but it was a shade of burnished red, and again, red hair was not currently in fashion.
            Still, I’d been raised to remain sharply aware of everything going on around me, and it was no secret that most men found me desirable. My face had often been called pretty, with clear skin and slanted eyes of green. I looked best in green velvet.
            Though I was not vain, I had also been raised to understand that survival was based on value, and at some point, I’d be given a chance to prove myself valuable. Had that chance finally come?
            “You’ll need to pack tonight,” he said. “You leave for Partheney in the morning.”
            In spite of my careful awareness of self-control, I nearly gasped. “Partheney?”
            This was the king’s city. My family’s lands were in the southeast corner of the kingdom. Partheney was in the northwest, near the coast of the sea. I had never been there.
            “You’re to marry King Rowan,” my father said flatly. “His mother, the dowager queen, and I have arranged it.”
            I stood still as his words began to sink in, but I still couldn’t quite follow what he was trying to convey. “King Rowan…the dowager queen…is this why you’ve been receiving so many messages?”
            His eyes flashed, and I dropped my gaze, cursing myself. Father did not brook questions from his children. He expected only two things from us: strength and obedience. But the slight shaking in my hands grew to a tremble. Had I heard him correctly? I was to marry the king?
            Stepping around the desk, he approached me. “Do you know anything of the rumors surrounding King Rowan?”
            Unfortunately, I did, hence the reason my hands trembled. Even here, in the isolated southeast, rumors still reached us. In his late twenties, Rowan de Blaise was a young king and had held the throne for only two years. But over those two years, four betrothals with foreign princesses had been arranged via proxy. Envoys had been sent to Partheney to finalize negotiations. In all four cases, when the envoys arrived, Rowan refused to even see them. He’d sent them away.
            “I know some of the stories,” I answered my father. “I know betrothals have been arranged, and he’s sent the envoys packing.”
            “Yes.” My father nodded. “His mother, the dowager, was the one who arranged the betrothals. She is anxious to see him married and founding a line of heirs.”
            “Why will he not marry?”
            My father waved one hand in the air. “That is of no matter. What matters is, the dowager has decided to stop seeking a foreign princess and marry him into one of our own noble families. She’s wise and has chosen the line of Géroux. We’ll be linked to royalty, and I’ll be the grandfather of kings.”
            The truth of all this hit me, and my hands ceased trembling. I would be queen.
            Clearly there were obstacles, but I allowed my initial worries to vanish and let my mind flow. Father expected complete success from himself and would expect nothing less of me. This thought made me brave. “If Rowan has refused to even see the envoys,” I began, “what makes you and the dowager think he will agree to entertain negotiations this time?”
            My question was bold, but instead of growing angry, Father only looked at me as if I were simple—which I was not.
            “Because as I said, you will leave in the morning,” he answered. “I’m not sending envoys. I have no faith in envoys. I’m sending you. You’ll go to the castle, meet the king, and handle negotiations yourself. You are a daughter of the Géroux. He cannot turn you away.”
            “You’ll not come with me?”
            “No. That was my first instinct, but the dowager believes it best if the king is given no choice in facing you directly. It will force him to be…polite.” His expression darkened. “And you will not fail to secure him. Do you understand? You will not fail.”
            I met his eyes without flinching.
            “I understand.”
My review ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4.25 stars!)


Olivia Geroux is 18 years old and the youngest of 5 siblings.  Her father, Hugh is domineering, cold and distant.  He only expects and respects strength and obedience.  He uses his children to enhance his wealth and prestige.  When they fail, they are punished...

One day, she is called to her father's rooms.  This was outside the norm.  Once there, she is advised that to pack as she is to marry King Rowan.  It has all been arranged by her father and Rowan's mother, the dowager Queen.  She is told that should she fail to secure the King's hand in marriage, that she will be married off to corrupt Lord Arullian.  This, she knows is a threat.  Lord Arullian is in his late 50s and has been married 3 times before.  Two of his wives have died under dubious circumstances and the third poisoned herself.

King Rowan is a selfish and demanding man.  He has already declined 4 arranged marriages to foreign princesses and has no intention of marrying Olivia. He is in love with his step-sister, Princess Ashton.

What happens when Olivia overhears the dowager Queen's plans to assassinate Princess Ashton?

She has 3 choices:

1.  Will she hesitate and thus become Queen
2.  Will she choose and instant resolution and tell the King himself, losing the chance at being Queen but gain an everlasting friendship? Or,
3.  Act independently, lose the chance at being Queen but gain a chance at love?

For each of these paths, there are twists and turns, ups and downs and rights and wrongs that make the decision almost impossible so the questions must be asked:

Mirror, mirror on the wall, which path will she choose after all?

Yes! This book is exactly what I was hoping for.  Barb Hendee has done it again!  She leaves me wanting more... It seems I am never satisfied..  A choice of Crowns is the second book in the series and in my opinion, it's the best one so far.  I love how we learn each person's character through the decisions and difficulties they must go through in each separate scenario.  Very original!

There is just something about this series that is so engrossing.  I pick up the book, start reading and just can't put it down!  Just like the first in the series, it has intrigue, murder, love, lust, hate friendship, plots, twists but it is so different..  It is superbly written and well done.

As for the decision she must make, so not what I was expecting!  Definetely worth reading and rereading.  Sound intriguing?  Want more?  The first in this series is called Through a Dark Glass.  The synopsis and my review can be found here.  Don't miss it!

Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington-Rebel Base Books for this ARC.  All thoughts and opinions are my own.

Author


Barb Hendee is the New York Times bestselling author of The Mist-Torn Witches series. She is the co-author (with husband J.C.) of the Noble Dead Saga. She holds a master’s degree in composition/rhetoric from the University of Idaho and currently teaches writing for Umpqua Community College. She and J.C. live in a quirky two-level townhouse just south of Portland, Oregon.







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BOOK TOUR: A Choice of Crowns (book 1)


Welcome to the Virtual Book Tour for a Choice of Crowns by Barb Hendee.  On this post, you will get the synopsis for the first book in the series entitled Through a Dark Glass.  For the synopsis, review and excerpt for A Choice of Crowns, please click here.

THROUGH A DARK GLASS
A Dark Glass Novel Book 1
Author: Barb Hendee
Genre: Historical Fantasy

Synopsis:

On her seventeenth birthday, Megan of Chaumont discovers she’ll be sold as a bride to the brutish Volodane family—within hours. Her father grants only that she may choose which one of the ruthless, grasping lord's three sons she weds:

Rolf, the eldest: stern, ambitious, and loyal?

Sebastian, the second son: sympathetic, sly, and rebellious?

Or Kai, the youngest: bitter, brooding, and proud?

As shy, horrified Megan flees the welcome dinner for her in-laws-to-be, she finds an enchanted mirror that will display how her life unrolls with each man, as if she were living it out in a breath. But there is no smooth “happily ever after” in her choices.

Deaths and honors, joys and agonies, intrigues and escapes await her in a remote, ramshackle keep, where these rough but complex men reveal one side and then another of their jagged characters—and bring forth new aspects of Megan, too. But the decisions of one teenaged marriage-pawn reverberate much farther than any of them have guessed . . .


excerpt


            I looked nothing like myself. Miriam had arranged my hair even more elaborately and used a small round iron on the curls around my face. Then she’d put touches of black kohl at the corners of my eyes. I wore an amber silk gown with a low, square-cut neckline that showed the tops of my breasts. I don’t know where she’d found the gown. It wasn’t mine, and it was much too small to have fit Helena. I supposed my mother must have had it made at some point while anticipating its need.
However, at the sight of me, my father beamed. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Seating at dinner was equally awkward with my father at the head of the table, my mother and I seated on one side, and all four of the Volodanes seated on the other—so I had no choice but to look at one of them when I raised my eyes from my plate of roasted pheasant.
            None of them had changed for dinner, and with the exception of Sebastian, they all wore armor and swords. Jarrod hadn’t bothered to shave his face and sported a dark stubble. I could almost feel my mother’s discomfort, but she smiled and made attempts at polite conversation.
            Only Sebastian responded to her questions about weather and wild flowers in the northern provinces. Rolf spoke only to his father or mine. Occasionally, he glanced at me as if I already belonged to him. I wasn’t listening to any of them. My heart pounded too loudly in my ears. But then I did hear Rolf say something about heading back north as soon as he and I were married.
            A long pause followed, and for the first time, I paid attention.
            “It is not settled yet that she will marry you,” my father finally responded. “Per our agreement, Megan will choose for herself.”
            Rolf’s face clouded. “I never agreed to that. I am the eldest. She will join with me.”
            Jarrod turned in his chair. “You’ll do as I tell you! Nothing less and nothing more!”
            Mother, Father, and I all flinched at his tone and his unthinkable manner at the table. Rolf’s face went red, and Sebastian leaned back his chair, smiling. Something about him was beginning to strike me as sly. He clearly enjoyed his older brother’s chastisement and discomfort.
            “Now, now,” he said, dryly. “We mustn’t seem uncouth.”
            Kai ignored all this. He ignored everything but his surroundings. His eyes were light brown like mine, and they moved from the opulent tapestries on our walls to the peach roses in silver vases on the table to the porcelain plates and pewter goblets.
             Then for the first time, he looked directly at me.
“I fear you’ll find the furnishings at Volodane Hall somewhat lacking,” he said.
            His voice dripped with resentment, and I knew I’d not been wrong in my first assessment. He was angry.
            His tone was not lost on my mother, who answered him with a strained smile. “Of course, we’ll be sending some household things with her, and Megan will give your hall a woman’s touch.”
            These words made me wonder what had happened to Kai’s mother. I’d never asked and no one had mentioned this, but it seemed I would be the lady of their house. The very thought ensured I would not manage to eat another bite of dinner.
            Kai studied my mother evenly and breathed out through his teeth. “Our hall won’t be good enough for her. Nothing of us or ours will be good enough.”
            Then I realized the source of his anger. He resented the need for this bargain as much as we did. He knew that we—and most of the noble houses—looked down upon the Volodanes, and the last thing he probably wanted was a permanent reminder in his home of their lowly state in comparison to ours.
            “Quit!” Jarrod ordered him, pounding one hand on the table. In obedience, Kai stopped talking and withdrew back inside himself, ignoring everyone again.
            Sebastian looked at me and raised one eyebrow in amusement. I glanced away.
            Somehow—and I never quite knew how—we made it through the rest of dinner.
            By the time my mother rose, signifying the meal was over, my heart pounded in my ears again. I felt the edge of my self-control slipping away and knew that I had to gain a few moments to myself or I might possibly do or say something I’d later regret.
            “Please make my excuses,” I said quietly to Mother. “I will return quickly.” She frowned briefly, but then her face smoothed in annoyed understanding, and I realized she most likely thought I needed to relieve myself. I didn’t care what she thought.
            Turning, I fled the dining hall as fast as I could without running. Upon reaching the passage that led toward the kitchens, I couldn’t stop myself and broke into a run, racing in my heavy silk skirts until I reached an open archway in one side of the passage, just a few doors from the entrance to our kitchens.
            There, I took refuge in an old, familiar hiding place.
            As a child, I’d come to this storage room whenever I didn’t wish to be found. It was filled with crates, casks, and places to hide. No one ever entered except servants from the kitchens, and none of them ever noticed me secreted away behind a stack of crates.
            I hadn’t come here in years, but now, I breathed in relief at the respite of solitude and the illusion of safety.
            Slowly, I sank to my knees.
            As we were expecting a delivery of goods any day now, the storage room was nearly half-empty. I didn’t even attempt to hide behind crates or casks, as I knew I’d have to return to the hall long before anyone came looking me. A dismal prospect.
            What was I going to do? I couldn’t face the thought of my life married to any of those men. Until this afternoon, I’d never faced the prospect of marriage at all . . . but to one of them? I was not a weeper. My parents had never allowed such an indulgence, and I honestly wasn’t aware I knew how to cry, but tears came to my eyes and one dripped down my cheek. The water in my eyes made the following moment even more uncertain than it might have been.
            The air in the storage room appeared to waver. Alarmed, I wiped away my tears, but the motion of the wavering air grew more rapid, and then...something solid began taking shape.
             Jumping up to my feet, I gasped.
There, near the far wall across the storage room, a great three-paneled mirror now stood where there had been only empty air an instant before. The thick frames around each panel were of solid pewter, engraved in the image of climbing ivy vines. The glass of the panels was smooth and perfect, and yet I didn’t see myself looking back.
            Instead, I found myself staring into the eyes of a lovely dark-haired woman in a black dress. Her face was pale and narrow, and she bore no expression at all. But there she was, inside the right panel gazing out me. Was I going mad? Had my parents driven me mad?
            “There is nothing to fear,” the woman said in a hollow voice.
            I doubted that statement. I feared for my sanity, but as yet, I’d not found my voice to answer her.
            “You are at a crossroad,” she continued, “with three paths.” As she raised her arms, material from her long black sleeves hung down. “I am bidden to give you a gift.”
            Here, sadness leaked into her voice, especially at the word “bidden,” and my mind began to race. Was this truly happening?
            “You will live out three outcomes . . . to three different choices,” she said. “Lives with men . . . connected by blood. Then you will have the knowledge to know . . . to choose.”
            I shook my head. “Wait! What are you saying?”
            Lowering both hands to her sides, she said, “The first choice.”
            Before I could speak again, the storage room vanished. Wild fear coursed through me as the world went black for the span of a breath, and then suddenly I found myself back in my family’s dining hall, only everything was different.
            Chairs had been set up in rows, and guests were seated in them. I wore a gown of pale ivory and held my father’s arm as he walked me past the guests toward the far end of the hall. Flowers in tall vases graced that same end, and a local magistrate stood there with a book in his hands.
            Beside the magistrate stood Rolf, wearing his armor and his sword.
            Turning, he looked at me in grim determination.
            He was waiting.

My review ⭐⭐⭐⭐

 Through a Dark Glass is a tale about a 17 year old girl that must choose to wed 1 of 3 brothers she has never met or spoken with.

The Volodane brothers are from the nobility but are ridiculed and scorned because of their low place in the social hierarchy.   Their father hopes to change their station by buying a bride whose family has a powerful bloodline and political connections.  That bride is Megan.  Her father has agreed to marry her off to one of the brutish brothers in exchange for money which he so desperately needs to pay off loans and to keep up appearances.

At the welcoming supper, Megan flees to a storage room to be alone.  Here, she questions how she will ever make such an impossible choice.  She is desperate and anxiety-ridden. As she begins to cry, an enchanted mirror appears.  Inside this mirror, there is a woman who lets her know she is there to help.  She will let Megan live out each of the choices available to her, one for each brother, to help her decide.  One by one, the life she would have with each brother plays out.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who will Megan choose of them all?

The premise of this book, in my opinion, is ingenious.  For 1 heroine to live out 3 different lives and at the end, having to choose but not remember why she made the choice... I love it.  This book is riveting.  It kept me up late to find out what happened next.

The one thing about this book that readers may not like is the repetition.  However, I believe it is necessary.  For Megan to choose wisely, she would need to live through the same experiences with all the brothers.  Then based on how they react or don't react, she now has her own decisions to make.

When I was first introduced to the Volodane men in the book, I did not like them.  Their father, Jarrod, is brutish and demanding.  The eldest Rolf seems grasping and hard.  The middle brother, Sebastian, seems to be vain but friendly.  The youngest, Kai, seems angry, petulant and brooding.

Throughout the 3 scenarios Megan lives through, my opinion on each of them changes vastly.  My assumptions are put aside to realize the fact that one decision can affect others in a positive or negative way.

There is love, alliances, death, murder, intrigue, happiness, sadness, conflict and everything in between.  Every life she leads in engrossing, you end up loving and sometimes disliking the same characters.  I didn't want the story to end. This one should definitely grace your TBR list.

I can't wait to read the next instalment.

Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington-Rebel Based books for the ARC.  All thoughts and opinions are my own.

Author

Barb Hendee is the New York Times bestselling author of The Mist-Torn Witches series. She is the co-author (with husband J.C.) of the Noble Dead Saga. She holds a master’s degree in composition/rhetoric from the University of Idaho and currently teaches writing for Umpqua Community College. She and J.C. live in a quirky two-level townhouse just south of Portland, Oregon.





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February 26, 2018

REVIEW: Flight of the White Wolf

Flight of the White Wolf
Author:  Terry Spear
Publishing Date: March 6, 2018
Genre: Romance, Sci-Fi, Fantasy

Synopsis:

Stranded in the wilderness, these warring hearts will be forced to work together―or die together.

Gavin Summerfield―an arctic wolf shifter with a fear of flying―has to fly into the vast lakeland wilderness of northern Minnesota to track down his suspect―where his ability to shift will come in very handy. Imagine his chagrin when his pilot turns out to be the woman who tasered him last time they saw each other. Things are off to a rocky start...again.

Arctic wolf shifter Amelia White isn't entirely displeased to see Gavin again, but priorities shift when their plane is sabotaged and goes down in the middle of nowhere. As their attraction grows, Amelia hopes Gavin doesn't discover the secret she's been keeping...she knows he could never forgive her...

MY REVIEW  ⭐⭐

I almost DNF’d this book. I had a hard time connecting with the characters and the story in general. 

From the blurb/synopsis I believed this would be paranormal romance with some mystery.  What I feel like I got was a mystery with a dash of romance and a sprinkle of the paranormal which in this case is the wolf-shifters.

The first half of the book was directed more to the mystery of who downed the plane and why.  This mystery should have been intriguing instead, it felt flat.  The characters responses to the crash were unbelievable.  There was no stress, no panic-nothing from either character.  Just calm, cool, collected.  They discuss more on his case then the reality that they are stranded.  The fact that they were grounded brought nothing extra to the book.  Gavin was so well prepared and they were able to recover almost everything from the crash.  They did not go without food, shelter or clothes.  Everything was so easy that you could almost mistake them for being on holiday.  With this, there was no growth of either character and the only issue to be dealt with was the mystery.

The mates story line between Gavin Summerfield and Amelia White did not feel genuine.  There was absolutely no spark, no desire or chemistry for most of the book.  There was maybe attraction but nothing overt.  With them eventually knowing that they are mates I find they were lacking in passion and desire.  When Gavin finds out Amelia’s secret, even that was anticlimactic, swept under the rug, no big deal.

I do not believe that the wolf-shifter aspect to this book was needed.  The most we see of the wolves is simply when they shift from one to the other and then back shortly after.  There is only slim interaction done in wolf form.  I would have enjoyed the story more if this story line would have been explored.  In my opinion, the mystery aspect of this novel totally eclipsed the romance and wolf-shifter aspect of this book.

With all that being said, the story did pick just after midway through.  The writing seemed to change.  The pace picked up and the romance heated up but it was a little too late for me to truly enjoy the book.

Thank you to NetGalley and Sourcebooks Casablanca for the ARC.  All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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February 23, 2018

BOOK TOUR: Stripping a Steele


 Welcome to the Stripping a Steele by Elizabeth Knox Blog Tour organized by IndieSage PR. Follow the tour here and comment and/or interact for your chance to win .  You will get excerpts, reviews, teasers and much more!


STRIPPING A STEELE
AUTHOR:  Elizabeth Knox
PUBLICATION DATE: February 11, 2018
GENRE:  Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense

SYNOPSIS:

 Christian There were only three things I cared about: women, money and booze. That is, until saw Selena Jacobson, a goddess in the flesh if I've ever seen one. I wanted her from the very first second that I laid my eyes on her. Something carnal inside me flipped a switch, and I knew she would be mine. When life threw us both a big curveball, I made her mine, in every way possible. Every dark desire inside me came to life, and I'll be damned if anyone takes her away from me.

Selena Christian Steele was nothing but an arrogant prick; one that I tried to stay away from. Tried and failed. Dammit to hell, I liked a lot of things about Christian that I would never admit. When we lost my parents, one to death and another to abandonment, I became the bread-winner, and, for a time, I just want to feel irresponsible. Christian makes me feel in ways I never thought possible and not just between the sheets.



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MY REVIEW ⭐⭐⭐ (3.5 STARS)

Selena Jacobson had to grow up quickly.  She missed out on her teenage years and gave up all hopes, dreams and aspirations of running and becoming a bar owner.  Her mother left when she was seventeen and has not been heard from since.  Her father died one year ago of cancer.  Since then, she has been working two jobs that barely keep her family afloat.  The mortgage is past due and stress is high.  She works both as a secretary by day and a stripper by night.  Dancing as Star, she feels what she does not during the day.  She feels powerful, sensual and in control.

Christian Steele, one of three brothers that own Steele Enterprises, is know by the media as a playboy.  They see what he wants them to.  But underneath the façade, he enjoys his work as an enforcer with ties to the mafia.  He is lethal both in the business world as well as his private life.  Christian is demanding and high-handed.

The first time these two met was at a high-end art exhibit.  There was a spark and they wined and dined and danced.  But, when Selena finds out who he really is, she disappears without a trace.  Months later Christian finds her again while having meeting a strip bar to discuss transporting guns with Matteo Varca, an errand boy for the Italian mafia.  He’s got her in his sights and this time, he will NOT let her go.

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I enjoyed reading this book it is the second in a series.  Although I believe this can be read as a standalone, I believe more enjoyment would be had if both were read because there are tie-ins to characters from the first book.  Stripping a Steele was well written and intriguing but left the following loose ends that I wish would have been tied. 

During the book, there is a question about Christian’s paternity but it is never resolved.

It is also stated in the book from Christian’s character: “I have to wonder if anyone ever will see me for who I am, monsters and all” I don’t believe this was fully explored. We know he is an enforcer and so do his brothers so it’s unclear, for me, what monsters and all entails.

The last is the hatred Selena has for her mother.  Although understandable, I believe this should have been resolved one way or another.

With those small critics out of the way, I must say the author wrote Selena’s character beautifully.  She was portrayed as a woman who does not bemoan her life. A wonderfully strong character who has given up everything to take care of her family and keep them together.  Becoming a “surrogate mom” to her brother and sisters.  She is depicted as a fighter and even though she keeps taking blows, she keeps getting back up.  Just when you think she’s a cute little kitten, the claws come out and you hear her roar.  Although I was completely heartbroken for Selena when she is attacked, she is so strong.

Christian although dominant, cocky, controlling and self-assured, is exactly what Selena needs.  She needs someone she can lean on and trust and from the very first, he was her rock.  My heart completely melted when he helps her after a traumatizing event.  He cares for her and puts her first.  This is the first time in her life that someone has done that.  She is his Queen.  He is willing to do whatever is necessary to keep her safe.  I believe the following quote from the book sums up his feelings for her perfectly: “I will never give up on her.  I will always fight for what she and I can be, until my last dying breath.”

To me this story is about learning that it’s ok to stay down and trust someone to fight for you.  To understand you do not need to be an island onto yourself, alone.

I adored this book and would love to read another instalment.  Please note that this book does have triggers and is a dark read.  This book was received as an ARC from the author.  All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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Elizabeth is a new author who writes suspenseful romance books. She loves the MC and Mob genre, always offering a twist in her work. She was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland and currently still lives in Maryland.


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