It has been 500 years since Aelana has been home, and a lot has changed in that time--including her. As a half-dragon, half-human hybrid, she has been traveling the universe destroying worlds. Both anxious and excited to return, she wonders what she will find. Her memories of home are filled with pain and loss, especially for her first and only love. She knows he won't be there, but will his memory? Will her anguish remain?
What waits for Aelana on her home world? Find out in this exciting urban fantasy novel by Pembroke Sinclair.
When I started reading this book I felt like it was something special and I wasn't disappointed. With plenty of mystery I could not put it down. It is a interesting take on the apocalypse which was very exciting.
Aelana is a half-human half-dragon hybrid. She travels the universe to prepare them for the destruction of the world so that it can heal the damages the inhabitants have caused. Kalen a police officer, who is the reincarnation of her soulmate Thoran. When the two meet he feels a connection, feeling like a they have met before.
The flashback to a time before Aelana was transformed into a hybrid was fantastic. It adds a lot to the story's background. Throughout the book we discover when Aelana first transformed into a hybrid. What happened with Thoran and why the dragons destroy the worlds.
In the end this book was a very descriptive book with a very entertaining plot, that I enjoyed from the beginning. I absolutely loved it and ended up giving it 5/5.
Harper Adams is a witch on the run--from her past as a faith healer turned accidental arsonist, and from the power she's kept locked away her whole life. She thinks she's finally found a place she can settle down and call home in the picturesque town of Cold Creek, Vermont, but a mysterious white cat who may or may not be bent on taking the curvaceous witch's soul has other plans. Harper's compassion gets the best of her and earns her an unwanted reputation as the town miracle worker as well as the ire of sexy veterinarian and militant atheist, Darren St. Clair.
Cold Creek's residents have a few supernatural secrets of their own, and Harper will have to face the destiny that led her to the last place a witch in hiding needs to be--that is, if Darren doesn't have her chased out of town with a pitchfork-wielding mob before she gets the chance. ↓Buy Links↓ Pre-order https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M2URFOK
The voice was much too soft and not nearly low enough to be Darren's. Harper spun around but not before the intruder had unzipped her dress halfway. She clutched her slipping bodice to her chest and stared at the white-haired man in shock. "Get out of here!"
He watched her, smirking. "You and your unlocked doors, silly girl. I take it from the fact that you're home alone on a Friday evening that there's trouble in paradise?"
Harper adjusted and re-zipped her dress as best as she could with trembling hands. "You had no right to just walk into my apartment."
"But I thought we were friends," he crooned. "I told you I'm free to walk the earth on full moons. You should have known I'd pay my favorite little witch bitch a visit."
Harper thought of arguing with his use of the term but decided it was a moot point and flopped down on her bed. She didn't trust the magician at all, but at the same time, she couldn't see him as a threat. Her intuition hardly ever seemed logical, and yet she couldn't point to a time when it had been wrong.
Then again, there was a first time for everything.
"If you're going to break into my apartment, I think you at least owe me a name," she said once she had caught her breath.
"That's fair," he said, pulling up a chair across from her. He crossed his long legs and lounged at her table in the most elegant fashion. Harper had to wonder whether he was a man who lived as a cat or vice versa. "My name is Locke."
"Locke?" she asked doubtfully. "Is that your first or your last name?"
"Well, Locke, I wasn't expecting you until the equinox."
"I thought I'd check in and see if you'd given any thought to my offer," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Have you?"
"I've thought about it, yes," she admitted. "You would raise my mother and brother from the dead and, in return, you'd become my familiar and get to be a human whenever you like."
"That's the long and short of it," he said patiently, folding his hands in his lap. "And your answer?"
He blinked slowly, as if offended. "And here I thought it was a compelling offer. Generous, even."
"It was. That's why I have to turn it down. There are a lot of things about my upbringing that I know now were wrong, but one of the thing that's stuck with me is the knowledge that if something seems too good to be true, it is. I also know that familiar is just another word for demon."
His mouth lilted into that crooked little smile that would have been enticing if it weren't so damn menacing. "So there is a limit to your naiveté. I'm relieved."
"You knew what my answer would be," she realized aloud. "Why did you bother coming here?"
He shrugged. "I was in the neighborhood. I caught the tail end of your fight with the curmudgeonly yet dreamy doctor and thought you might need someone to talk to. Plus, it never hurts to ask a second time."
Harper watched him for a long while. "For some odd reason, I actually believe you."
He smiled. "I might be a self-serving entity, Harper, but I'm not malicious. Unlike some," he said with an accusatory glance at the ceiling. "Believe it or not, I've grown attached to you."
"Why should I believe that? I met you barely two months ago." At least he wasn't still calling her Alyssa.
"As I said when we met, you may not know me, but I've been watching over you since you were young," he said coolly, examining his painted white nails. "Even a creature like me is capable of forming an attachment over time. I chose you carefully, after all."
"Excuse me for not being flattered, but if you're trying to impress me by claiming to be my guardian angel, you've done a pretty poor job."
Rather than the cutting retort she expected, he gave her a strange, almost sad smile. "Like you said, familiar is another word for demon. While I make no apologies for what I am, I can promise that I'll never lie to you."
"And why should I believe you?"
"You shouldn't," he replied, taking a step forward, "but you do. Way deep down inside that precious little heart of yours, past the God-shaped hole and the quaint little dream of being the doctor's wife, you feel it. The connection. The kinship. The fact that, no matter how many years you spent on your knees, you have more in common with a thing like me than with all those saints who burned in your father's tent."
Harper flinched as Locke touched her face, but his nimble fingers dug into her flesh with surprising strength. "You can lie to yourself, little witch, but I never will," he purred, gentling in tone and touch as he caressed her cheek. "I'm not like the other men in your life. I won't exploit you or force you to be anything you're not."
"Darren isn't like that," she said, jerking away. "He loves me the way I am."
"Does he?" Locke challenged, propping his cheek on his hand. "Or does he just see you as a poor, brainwashed soul to covert? The sermon changes, but preachers are all the same."
Harper cringed internally as Locke echoed Darren's words. "My love life is none of your business."
He laughed loudly. "Oh, honey, if your love life was a business, you couldn't give away the shares. I'm just concerned about you, that's all. I'd hate to see you escape one hot-headed egoist only to fall into the arms of another on the opposite end of the spectrum."
"That's awfully kind for someone who leaves me threatening phone calls," she muttered. "And I know you were the one who tipped my father off."
Locke frowned in confusion. "The phone call I'll take credit for. Sometimes my associates get a bit zealous when it comes time to close a deal, but I didn't say anything to your father. Why, did he show up here?"
Harper eyed him warily, struggling to decide whether he was being sincere or not. His words struck her as genuine, which was something that didn't seem to come easily to him. "You didn't know?"
He stood up straight and raised a hand to his forehead. "Scout's honor. What did he do?"
Harper frowned. "Nothing. It doesn't matter. Look, if you want me to believe you actually give a damn about me, then back off and tell your 'associates' to do the same."
"Ooh," Locke said with a low whistle. "The choir girl needs to put a nickel in the swear jar. That vet really must have hurt your feelings."
"It's nothing," she said tersely. "Please just go. It's been a rough night as it is and I don't have the energy to keep up with the witty banter or fend off your advances on my soul."
"Alright," he said, holding his hands up. "Would you let me stay if I promised no more shop talk?"
She hesitated, doubtful of the fact that she actually had a choice in the matter. "Fine," she said, digging through her dresser for a nightgown, "but you're sleeping on the floor."
"Even if I look like this?"
By the time Harper turned around, there was a wide-eyed white cat in a pile of clothes on the floor. It sauntered over to her, trilling as it rubbed against her legs. Harper groaned, tossing a blanket over the cat so she could change in privacy. She was too tired to argue with a feline.
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Title: TIMELESS Series: Maiden of Time, #3 Author: Crystal Collier Pages: 253 Publication: November 1, 2016 Publisher: Raybourne Publishing ISBN:9781629830056
TIME IS THE ENEMY. In 1771, Alexia had everything: the man of her dreams, reconciliation with her father, even a child on the way. But she was never meant to stay. It broke her heart, but Alexia heeded destiny and traveled five hundred years back to stop the Soulless from becoming. In the thirteenth century, the Holy Roman Church has ordered the Knights Templar to exterminate the Passionate, her bloodline. As Alexia fights this new threat—along with an unfathomable evil and her own heart—the Soulless genesis nears. But none of her hard-won battles may matter if she dies in childbirth before completing her mission. Can Alexia escape her own clock?
“A magical, fast-paced, romantic adventure…” --T. Drecker, Bookworm for Kids “A story of love...true and forbidden love. There's mystery…tension, action...everything.” –Chrys Fey, author of Ghost of Death "SWOON." --Sherlyn, Mermaid with a Book Reviewer
The ground exploded next to Alexia’s
foot. She stumbled backward, her broken-sword-turned-dagger clasped tightly in
one fist as she scanned the horizon through raining debris. Men writhed across
the beach in rawhide jerkins or white tunics bearing red crosses, the chaos of
clashing metal like the roar of hungry lions.
Lions. The symbol woven into the
enemy’s armlets and stamped upon their wooden shields—an emblem that marked
them as King Edward’s elite killing force.
Lovely. Now the enemy had a catapult. Not that their sheer numbers
weren’t bad enough. On a ship beyond the war-torn beachfront stood the wooden
monster that had launched a boulder and scarred the earth next to her.
A jolt in her womb brought her hand
up, the babe within pounding to break out and join in the battle. Soon. Very
soon her child would enter the world, and her chance to save the Passionate
would end. “You will have your time, little one.”
Alexia’s mere nineteen years were
far too few to be with child and centuries away from her husband and home, far
too few for her to be in the midst of a war. She clutched the pendant dangling
around her neck, heavy metal too dull to hold any monetary value, and focused
on the power stored within, pulling at its strength. Golden energy trickled
into her fingers, like being filled with sunlight. The world around her slowed.
Weapons crept toward their intended
targets, and battle cries thrummed, a rumbling bass.
Five months ago she’d discovered
this raggedy band of talented people like herself, the Passionate. Unlike the
powerful sub-society of Passionate she’d left behind, these were vagabonds and
nomads, a struggling force who gathered others like themselves and fled to
safety. They were more suited to living in holes and caves than behind four
walls. Many had been rescued from noblemen who enslaved them and used their talents
for gain, which brought about the current conflict: too many of the rich had
lost their precious prisoners. They begged King Edward to send the Knights
Templar—his witch hunters—after their slaves.
Alexia stepped through the slowed conflict, her
burlap skirts pulling against her swollen womb like chainmail made for a giant.
Crystal Collier is an eclectic author who pens clean fantasy/sci-fi, historical, and romance stories with the occasional touch of humor, horror, or inspiration. She practices her brother-induced ninja skills while teaching children or madly typing about fantastic and impossible creatures. She has lived from coast to coast and now calls Florida home with her creative husband, four littles, and “friend” (a.k.a. the zombie locked in her closet). Secretly, she dreams of world domination and a bottomless supply of cheese.
Timeless is the third book of the Maiden of time Trilogy. In this book, Alexia finds herself 500 years in the past. Leaving behind her family and friends to try to stop the evil soulless from ever being created.
The whole trilogy has excellent world building which hooks you in. Filled with plenty of action and adventure as well as some fantastic emotional scenes. I found it very exciting and hard to put down.
I loved seeing how far Alexia has come since we first meet her. While at times I found Kieran frustrating, in end we got to find out his reasons and it began making sense. It was also great seeing a different side to some of the characters we have met before.
Overall a excellent ending to a fantastic trilogy. I ended up giving Timeless 4/5
October is over and here is my wrap up. I realised that I started this blog just over year ago. I cannot believe it has been a year, it has gone by really fast. Anyway, I ended up reading 7 books this month. I have finished my goal of 50 books by reading 52 so far. Two of those books were on my September TBR. Currently I am reading Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt.
1. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children #1)- Ransom Riggs- 5/5
2. New Dusk (Hart and Soul #1)- Liberty Gilmore- 4.5/5- Review
3. DreaganStar- Nan Klee- 3/5- Review
4. Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass #5)- Sarah J. Maas- 5/5
5. Moonless (Maiden of Time #1)- Crystal Collier- 4/5
6. Soulless (Maiden of Time #2)- Crystal Collier- 4/5
7. Timeless (Maiden of Time #3)- Crystal Collier- 4/5 What was your favourite book you read in October? Gotalovebooks