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Jeaniene Frost is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the Night Huntress series and Night Huntress World novels. She lives with her husband and their very spoiled dog in Florida.
Sharie Kohler is a New York Times, USA TODAY, and internationally bestselling author who also writes historical romances and a paranormal young adult series under the name Sophie Jordan. Visit her website at SharieKohler.net.
Shayla Black is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances, including the Doomsday Brethren novels Tempt Me with Darkness and Possess Me at Midnight. Her novel Decadent was nominated for Best Erotic Romance of 2007 by Romantic Times. She lives in Texas with her family. Visit her website at www.shaylablack.com.
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The sun’s rays slipped further behind the Bed Bath & Beyond sign across the parking lot. Soon it would be dark. All I had to do was not be stupid until dark, less than ten minutes from now.
I wasn’t going to make it.
Shoppers drove in and out of the complex. If they noticed me, they chose to mind their own business instead of asking why I was pacing like a crazy person in the back of the parking lot by a Dumpster. If my father were here, he’d urge me to follow their example and mind my own business, too. But the raspberry shimmer in front of the Dumpster called to me. Even the wafting stench of garbage wasn’t enough to slow my pulse as I stared at it. This had to be the smelliest gateway this side of the Mississippi, but I was looking at the only known entrance into Nocturna.
For a few more minutes, anyway. The gateway was only active between dusk and dark.
The shimmer in front of the Dumpster started to fade even as the lights in the parking lot turned on, signaling the arrival of evening. If I let the gateway disappear, I’d do the same thing I’d done every night for the past month—go back to my apartment and try not to think about what lay on the other side of that fading raspberry veil.
Don’t go back there, Mara. Please.
My father’s plea replayed in my mind, but it wouldn’t sway me this time. There were worse things than danger. Like guilt, or doing nothing and risking more people you loved being picked off.
I backed up several feet before flinging myself toward the Dumpster. Only the faintest haze remained in front of it now. My sneakers thudded on the pavement as I picked up speed, running right at the center of the smelly container, streamlining my body into a dive…
I barreled not into the metal Dumpster but into Nocturna, making it through the gateway before the veil closed into itself. I rolled when I hit the earth, the putrid stench of garbage instantly replaced with a heady, wood-smoke-scented air. Darkness also replaced the previous glow from the parking lot lights. It was always night in Nocturna. A few blinks later and my eyes adjusted, revealing a man on horseback galloping toward me.
“Back again, eh, Mara?” a familiar voice called out when the rider drew near enough for me to see the silver streak in his otherwise dark hair.
I brushed myself off as I stood. My backpack shifted with my movements but I shoved it into place, adjusting the straps until they were straight. Landing on my ass inside another dimension tended to jostle things.
“You’re the best patrolman here, Jack, you know that?” I replied, not bothering to answer his question. Obviously I was back or we wouldn’t be talking. “Most of the others don’t find out if anyone’s crossed over unless the person yells for them to give ’em a ride.”
“People can pop up anywhere along the barrier, and that runs for miles,” Jack said, still with an undercurrent of amusement. “And you said you weren’t coming back the last time I saw you.”
I didn’t look at him but continued to brush my jeans, as though getting every last bit of dirt from them was extremely important. “Can’t a girl change her mind without getting hassled? I missed this place—”
“Horseshit,” Jack interrupted, even as his mount snorted in what sounded like agreement. “You still think you can find the Pureblood who took Gloria, but you need to let go of that fantasy and get on with your life.”
I stiffened, my head snapping up to meet Jack’s blue gaze. “I am getting on with my life,” I said, biting off every word.
Jack shook his head in a way that reminded me of my father. The two men even looked a little alike, with their lightly lined faces and wiry frames. Plus, Jack had never made a single pass at me, which was why I trusted him enough to stay at his place when I came here.
“Suit yourself,” he grunted. “I’m not your baby-sitter. You’re too old for one now, anyway. Go on. You can use my cabin to freshen up.”
I thought I heard Jack add, “Like usual,” but I chose to ignore that. Now that I was here, a feeling of peace washed over me. Maybe it was because traveling through dimensions was my birthright as a partial demon. Or because I’d determined to let nothing stop me on this trip. That wouldn’t be easy—or safe—but I was old enough now that most of the Purebloods weren’t interested in me. Twenty-two was almost middle-aged to them. They only liked children or, at most, older teenagers.
Like Gloria had been. And my half sister now was.
That, more than the guilt over Gloria that was so familiar as to feel normal, was why I’d had to break my promise and come back. An overheard conversation between my little sister and her friend about Nocturna had been enough to convince me that I couldn’t stay away. I was the only living eyewitness. If I never came back to search for the Pureblood who’d taken Gloria, maybe next time it would be my sister who was doomed to die a horrible death. Damned if I’d let that happen, no matter my father’s fears.
By the time I followed the line of mounted lanterns that took me to Jack’s cabin, I was convinced that I’d made the right decision. I went inside the small lodge, noting that Jack had added a few more crossbows to his weapons cache, but aside from that, nothing else had changed. The mirror Jack used for shaving looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the last time I’d wiped it, and his floor probably hadn’t been swept since then, either. If I didn’t stay here occasionally, the dirt would be up to Jack’s waist.
I pumped some water from the spigot and cleared away the dust from the mirror, frowning a little once I saw my reflection. Dirt smudged my cheek and I had bits of leaves in my hair. That wouldn’t do.
A few more pumps of the spigot and I washed off the remaining traces of dirt from my face, using my fingers to comb bits from the forest floor out of my hair. At least I thought I got it all out; the dried leaves matched the deep brown color of my hair, so a few stragglers might have remained. Then I shrugged out of my backpack and took off my jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers to put on the long denim skirt, boots, and blouse that I’d folded up inside. The other clothes were more comfortable, but a little glimpse of cleavage or a flash of leg went a long way toward getting reluctant residents of Nocturna to spill information. Once I was finished, I put on my gun belt and then my leather jacket, giving my reflection another critical glance.
Lipstick would help, but I’d forgotten to slip some into my backpack. Lucky for me, my mouth was naturally full and reddish, so that, along with a clean face and somewhat tamed hair, would just have to do.
Multiple lights glowed in the distance as I left the lantern-strewn path and approached Nocturna’s version of a metropolis. When I first came here, I thought it looked like a cross between the Victorian era and the Wild West. Tethered horses and carriages lined the narrow streets instead of cars, with candlelight the only brightness against the perpetual darkness. Music floated out from different bands, merging together to form a profusion of sounds that dulled out the laughter, shouts, and occasional gunshots from the town’s many occupants.
And at the end of the mini-city, set apart from the grid of bars, whorehouses, hotels, and pawnshops, was Bonecrushers. Skulls lit up like jack-o’-lanterns illuminated the front of the bar, a warning that those seeking tamer fun should look elsewhere.
If only Gloria and I had heeded that warning several years ago, but to us, Bonecrushers had looked more exciting than frightening. Add that to the “You’re not scared, are you?” challenge from our dates, and nothing would’ve stopped us from walking through those doors.
Nothing would stop me this time, but that wasn’t because of teenage bravado anymore. Bonecrushers was my only link to the Pureblood who’d taken Gloria, so just like all the previous times I’d come here over the past two years, once again, that’s where I was headed.
I took a deep breath, then strode into the town, not pausing to look at the various people on the sidewalks. My quick pace—plus the guns holstered on my belt—said I wasn’t in a mood to buy something, get laid, or get robbed, which meant I was of no use to most of Nocturna’s residents. Rafael kept a loose form of law, but “accidents” were common. No surprise, considering everyone here was at least part demon, and the day people with demon blood could completely obey rules would be the day things got snowy in hell.
Not that I’d seen hell to know if it snowed there or not. Only Pureblood demons could travel through the gravitational layers separating the first few realms from each other. Beyond that, only the original race of fallen angels could make it all the way through the rest of them to the mythical Sheol.
That was the story, anyhow. No one I knew had ever met a Fallen and lived to tell about it. Pureblood demons fed off the life essence of partial demons like me, but the Fallen fed on Purebloods, leaving the predators in the unfamiliar position of being prey. In my opinion, it was poetic justice.
I jerked my head toward the sound of my name, cursing myself for dropping my attention from my surroundings. In Nocturna, that was a good way to end up hurt—or worse.
“Hiya, Billy,” I said in a casual tone, pretending I’d spotted the brawny Halfie all along. “What’s new?”
Billy grinned, showing sparkling white teeth that contrasted with his unkempt appearance and tattered leathers. “I guess what’s new is that you’re not gone for good,” he noted with amusement.
All those farewells would bite me in the ass now. In my defense, I’d meant it at the time. I just hadn’t counted on how heavy my guilt would get if I officially gave up on avenging someone I’d already let down in the worst way.
“Who could live without Bonecrushers’s famous warm beer?” I asked flippantly. “Bars serve it watered down and chilled on the other side. Couldn’t stomach it.”
Billy laughed, his bald head gleaming in the reflection of the lit skulls around him. “Sure. But just in case that’s not the only thing you came for, thought you should know: He’ll be here soon.”
Before I could stop myself, I glanced behind Billy to the open doorway of Bonecrushers. The sensible part of me warned that I could still leave, it wasn’t too late… but my determination slapped that down. One-quarter reckless demon in my genetic makeup was enough to overcome three-fourths of cautious human any day.
“He who?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.
Billy laughed, his deep voice making it sound like his vocal cords were grinding together. “Right. Come on, Mara. I’ll buy you a brew, since you came all the way through a dimension for it.”
His tone said he wasn’t fooled. For a second I hesitated, despair competing with resolve in me. Billy knew I was here for more than Bonecrushers’s heated, throat-searing beer. But did he also know, as Jack did, that I’d been drawn back to Nocturna for more reasons than its darkly alluring ruler?
No need to wonder about that waiting out here. I swept out my hand.
“First round’s on you? Lead the way, my friend.”
Billy shouldered past the crowd by the door and I followed him inside. The open fire pit in the middle of the bar, combined with oil lanterns hung in various locations and the close proximity of numerous people, raised the temperature about twenty degrees from Nocturna’s natural chilliness. I took off my leather jacket, tying it around my waist instead of holding it. It had been several months since I’d needed to shoot anyone, but just in case, I wanted both my hands free.
Several sets of male eyes wandered over me as I passed by. I nodded to the people I recognized and gave cool stares to those I didn’t. Acting coy would have been like begging for those stares to turn into Bonecrushers’s version of being hit on, which frequently consisted of being tongue-kissed before introductions were even exchanged. Shame to end my no-shooting streak on such a silly thing as an unwary flirter.
“Hank,” Billy called out once he reached the bar. “Two brews.”
The band began playing something that might have been Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” The music here tended to be at least a decade behind the times, and the band’s look was something from a former era, too. The musicians were pale even by Nocturna’s standards, with dark circles under their eyes and clothes that hung off bony frames. The lead singer had no microphone, electricity seldom working in this realm, but he managed to keep his voice louder than the chatter or the continual smashes of drink glasses into the fire pit.
“Someone should tell those guys that the ‘heroin chic’ look went out in the nineties,” I noted to Billy when I made it next to him at the bar.
He grinned, handing me a beer the bartender thunked on the counter. “Help ’em out. Bring some new Rolling Stone magazines next time you come over.”
Better to let him think I was indecisive than tip him off to my goal. “Maybe there won’t be a next time. I like sunshine, cars, electric toothbrushes, iPhones… all those things Nocturna will never have.”
Billy’s smile turned sly. “Some people can’t live without those. But you, Mara, you can’t live without your kind.”
“Except for my stepmother, my family’s all part demon.” I took a swallow from my mug and savored the burn regular beer never left. “I’ve also got Partial friends on the other side, so I’m around lots of my kind.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re caged there, but here”—Billy raised his beer, indicating our general surroundings—“here we don’t pretend to be so emotionless or controlled. Some Partials can shut that part of themselves off, but you’re not one of them. Neither am I.”
Billy finished his beer in a single gulp, then sent the empty mug sailing into the fire pit. I took another drink, but slower, quietly acknowledging the truth in his words. My part-demon heritage meant I often did feel stifled living in the normal world, but at least there, I didn’t have to worry about Purebloods snatching up younger members of my family.
Or wonder which people around me might be helping them get away with it.
I scanned the faces in the crowd more out of habit than the thought that I could spot a Pureblood demon. Partials, Purebloods… all of us looked the same. Stand us next to humans and you couldn’t spot the supernaturals unless you caught the tiny lights that occasionally appeared in our eyes. Even Fallen were supposed to look normal until their hidden wings made an appearance, but if you saw those, it was already too late to run.
A hand appeared next to my arm, fingers long and masculine, with an ancient knot adorning the index finger and a simple ebony band encircling the thumb. Even if I hadn’t recognized those rings, I’d have known who was behind me for one simple reason—my heart had sped up, like something inside me had known he was close before the rest of me registered it.
“Rafael,” I said, not turning around.
That hand slid along my arm in the lightest of caresses, belying strength that had bested even a Pureblood in a fight. Beside me, Billy inclined his head.
“Rafe,” Billy rumbled. Then he got up and winked at me. “See ya later.”
I didn’t protest Billy’s departure. Acting flustered would have been the same as slapping a sign on my forehead that said Too Damned Interested For My Own Good.
I tipped my mug at the man as he slid into Billy’s seat, admiring Rafael out of the corner of my eye. He moved with a beautiful, controlled fluidity, each gesture full of grace and purpose. His long jacket was open, revealing the trademark black leather vest studded with thin knives over a dark blue shirt. Only Rafael could make post-apocalyptic fashions look sexy.
“You’ve been away a long time,” Rafael said, his voice soft compared to the gaze he lasered on me.
I shrugged, glancing back to the scarred wooden bar instead of his vibrant blue eyes. “Technically, with how it’s always the same endless night here, I haven’t been gone at all—”
“Weeks,” he cut me off as his tone hardened. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
I took another swallow of my beer, but not even supernatural liquor could suppress my shiver as I turned to stare fully at Rafael. His golden-red hair and cobalt eyes accentuated high cheekbones and a face that could make angels weep with jealousy. If it wasn’t for his deadliness, Rafael’s ethereal looks might invite constant challenges to his being ruler. But the three-quarter demon was as ruthless as he was dazzling, enabling him to stay in control of Nocturna for the past two hundred years. He could rule for the next two hundred if he could hold off future challengers. Time froze in Nocturna. Night didn’t turn into day, seasons didn’t change, and even aging stopped—one of the big lures of living in a secondary dimension versus the modernized world.
And I had to stop letting Rafael get to me, especially when I wasn’t sure if he was helping Purebloods shuttle Partials from this realm to the next.
“What, you missed me?” I asked with a softly challenging grunt.
“And if I did?” Rafael caressed his words while tiny lights began to gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer, warm breath falling against my skin with his next words. “Would you like that?”
Truthfully, yes. For many reasons, not least of which was the secret crush I’d had on him since I was fifteen. But Rafael knew more about what had happened to Gloria than he’d let on. All the information I’d gathered in the past two years of poking around Nocturna implicated him either directly or indirectly. Plus, he’d never really explained why he’d been there that night, so conveniently close when the Pureblood had tried to pull me through the barrier.…
“Speechless, Mara?” he asked, a hint of a smile curving his lips.
I took another long sip of my beer—and started to choke as I sucked in a breath instead of swallowing. The bar and its surrounding seats were two steep steps up from the rest of Bonecrushers, giving me an elevated view of its occupants even while seated. And for the briefest moment, my gaze locked with that of a young man who was just ducking out the front door.
One glance was all I needed to recognize him. After all, his face had been burned on my memory for the past seven years. Ashton.
© 2010 Jeaniene Frost
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Mated by Shayla Black is the first Doomsday Brethren story I have read. I felt like I was missing a fair amount of backstory with regards to the whole brethren movement and the villian they are fighting. The story had lots of action and was fast paced. It did have a moment of sexual abandon during a high stakes moment that was totally unbelievable that took me out of the story. I plan to try another Doomsday Brethren story so the novella did it's job.
Darkest Temptation by Sharie Kohler is the first I have read of this author. I like Lily but Luc made this story for me. He is so strong and patient and so very lonely. This story was not long enough for me, I wanted more. I am already planning to add another Kohler title to my library so I can see what she can do with a full length novel.
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THE STORY - half demon Mara lost her cousin seven years ago in Nocturna, a demon realm. She hasn't stopped searching for her killer. Full demons feed on half demons and fallen angels feed on full demons, so the food chain goes. The leader of Nocturna is Rafael. He has always known Mara is his mate, now he must show her. Mara has had a crush on Rafael since she met him, but nothing will detour her from finding the killer.
Thoughts - This is totally different from Frost's vamp series. It was fun short story, I could see this turning into a series easily. It's fast paced. Rafael and Mara are fated, they have this deep connection. I enjoyed reading this. This is the longest book in this.
Shayla Black - Mated
THE STORY - Ronan and Raiden are twins that recently joined the Doomsday Brethren. Ronan has a free short story called Fated on Shayla's website. Raiden's family was cursed to not know when they've found their mate. Raiden figures mating is not for him. For a couple of months he broke his one time only rule with Tabitha- now she is pregnant with his child. Tabitha's family were killed, Raiden finds her beaten up at his house. He must protect her and find out why her family was killed, then he is suppose to hand her to someone else to mate. Ronan and Tabitha try to dissuade him from making that monumental mistake.
THOUGHTS - This was my favorite of the series. I actually read Entice Me at Twilight first, then this. I did it backwards. It made more sense to read this first, then the fourth novel. Tabitha and Raiden have electric chemistry. This is the first word of pregnancy in this series, so that is a fascinating aspect to me. This was highly enjoyable read for a short story.
Sharie Kohler - Darkest Temptation
THE STORY - Luc finds Lily sneaking into his yard to supposedly kill him. She was told if she killed Luc she wouldn't turn into a werewolf. She was given ignorant information. Luc decides to help her acclimate to her new self. He also has someone searching for her real alpha - to gain her life back. During her time with Luc though they fall in love.
THOUGHTS - this is the shortest of them all. It was okay, but I felt that it was surface stuff, not deep enough. Whether its because its so short or whatever I don't know. I liked reading Luc and Lily's time together. They complement each other, help one another be complete. It just felt like fluff to me, could have been more.Good idea tho
This anthology hinges around the forbidden and irresistible; the compelling touch of the person you know you shouldn't be with but just can't deny. Of the three stories presented, Jeaniene Frost did not disappoint, Shayla Black's story didn't work for me, and Sharie Kohler's Darkest Temptation led me to add her other books to my TBR pile. All in all, a well balanced collection and an enjoyable read.
Night's Darkest Embrace by Jeaniene Frost (154 pages)
There are always neighborhoods where parents warn their children away, places with enough danger to be attractive to predators and prey alike. Jeaniene Frost's Night's Darkest Embrace is a novel twist on this concept, as this "bad neighborhood" is the gateway dimension Nocturna, an enticing middle ground between Earth and the wide multi-verse that can only be accessed by those with demon blood. The danger that drives the heroine, Mara, back to Nocturna also forces her into contact with Raphael, the powerful demon who raises both her suspicions and her heartrate. Night's Darkest Embrace seemed like a great set up to a full length novel, showing us only a few parts of the Nocturna and the bumpy beginnings of Mara and Raphael. I would have preferred more detail and breadth, but what was there just whetted my appetite for more. 4/5 stars
Mated by Shayla Black (122 pages)
Mated was strike two for me with the Doomsday Brethren series (this short story falls as #3.5 in the series). Both it and ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT include characters that have significant self-worth/trust issues, which can be a hard sell for me under any circumstances. When said characters go ahead and get halfway into a relationship before their issues kick in, the author has pretty much lost me. I really didn't like that Raiden had allowed himself to get involved enough with Tabitha to father a child, but wouldn't go any further without much jaw clenching and fence sitting and unprotected sex (Hey, you can only get knocked up once!). While his reasoning for wanting to leave Tabby is sound (he doesn't want to endanger her by making her a target for his enemies or abandon his brothers-in-arms by "leaving" the conflict), the whole situation was a major turn off for me. Still keeping an eye out for future books that will feature Shock, but I no longer have any desire to read through the back catalogue. 2/5 stars
Darkest Temptation by Sharie Kohler (106 pages)
By far my favorite story in the book, Sharie Kohler creates a fabulous mix of old-school werewolf myths and the more modern flavor of romance and redemption. I read this short story twice, and have put MARKED BY MOONLIGHT on my TBR list to get more of this series (and I hear "Sharie Kohler" is the pseudonym of Sophie Jordan, which adds FIRELIGHT to my list as well!). I loved Kohler's take on the werewolf transition, human DNA dying and being supplanted by the lycan strain, and the ending of this short story was completely unexpected. In between that beginning and ending, there's lots of "mindless attraction" (as well as the more sweet, emotional variety) to keep things spicy. 4/5 stars
Sexual Content: All three of these short stories have explicit sex scenes.
"Night's Darkest Embrace" by Jeaniene Frost
When I bought this anthology I did so mainly for Ms. Frost's contribution to it; tho I have to admit I was under the impression that this story was set in her Night Huntress series. When I read "Night's Darkest Embrace" and discovered it was in a new and different world I was somewhat surprised, surprised but overjoyed because--just as most of Ms. Frost's works that I have read thus far--it is a wonderful story. Set in a reality where Fallen Angels, Demons and Partials (those who only have a percent of demon blood) can travel to different dimensions this short novella had me love the characters from the moment I met them. The world building was immersive, and the plot moved so that you were never quite sure where it would take you next, but were eager for the ride. This story also had Ms. Frost's scorch-marks very much in evidence; the passion was explosive and like in any good romance novel love made sure of a happy ending. I lapped up all 156 pages of this story and would be thrilled to pieces if Ms. Frost ever chose to return to this world and write another dose of wonderful.
I give this story five stars.
"Mated" by Shayla Black
This story was my first taste of Ms. Black's writing, and I have to say that I would go back for seconds. Set in the "Doomsday Brethren" series, "Mated" was a fun mage-type story that despite being thrown into a universe that I was unfamiliar with managed to stand on its own. In this evocative tale Ms. Black let me feel the measure of the world she had created and care for not just the central characters but have a relationship with several more that I gather already had their own stories told. While this particular world may not be one I will seek out again, as I am not much for the evil-wizard-taking-over-the-world bit I was still impressed by the feel that was created. Ms. Black's characterization was the redeeming factor for me, the intimacy and feeling she was able to induce with her characters, even when they were being obstinate in realizing it touched a chord with me. She managed to capture me in her 121 pages, and for that I will keep my eye out for other possible works she may create.
I give this story three stars.
"Darkest Temptation" by Sharie Kohler
In the hit and miss world of the anthology this story was a miss for me. I'll admit it, I couldn't even read it all the way through. I'm sure that Ms. Kohler is wonderful in her craft, but this story and writing just rubbed me the wrong way. Full of werewolves and hunters and an attacked heroine I just couldn't hack it long enough to experience the story. Hopefully if you give it a try your mileage will vary.
Jeaniene Frost leaves her Night Huntress world behind (so no Cat and Bones) and introduces a new world in her tale "Night's Darkest Embrace" - Seeking to avenge the death of a beloved cousin, half-blood demon Mara crosses back over into Nocturna, a world of eternal night . Though he saved her from her cousin's fate, the gorgeous ruler Raphael is hiding something and despite her attraction to him, Mara is determined to discover just what that might be - Raphael's secret adds an element to his claiming of Mara that I really liked.
Shayla Black's "Mated" is a Doomsday Brethren short. Raiden is from a defective branch of the Brethen, his family has lost the ability to sense their mates and they no longer settle down with just one woman. And Raiden has no intention of breaking family tradition despite his attraction to the one woman he just can't get out of his mind. And when this former lover becomes the target of the evil enemy of his people, Raiden will struggle with his sudden need to keep her close to keep her safe when he knows that keeping her with him puts her in just as much danger = - this one works fine as a standalone, but Black starts out by reminding us of her villain's sadistic proclivities and that is one thing that keeps me from being a huge fan of her series - it's just a few lines though, and I liked the rest of the story. (If you liked this one, you may also want to check out Raiden's twin's story Fated - A Doomsday Brethren novella - or it may still be available as a free read on the author's website.)
Sharie Kohler offers a Moon Chasers short, "Darkest Temptation". As a half-blood `were' Luc, has the power to control his wolf, but his life is an isolated one until a newly bitten woman enters his territory. Even knowing that he will have to kill her to keep her from becoming a ravening beast come the next full moon, the lovely Lily stirs something inside his lonely heart. - Both of the leads in the story were just so sympathetic and appealing, that even though it was animal attraction that forged their initial connection, I couldn't help but hope for pair to find their way to a happily ever after.
Haunted by Your Touch is a collection of three stories from sizzling paranormal romance authors.
The first is Night's Darkest Embrace by Jeaniene Frost. Set in a world of dimension jumping demons it's rife with emotion, mainly of the tragic and vengeance kind. Mara is a quarter demon, strong enough to cross over to Nocturna, a wild west/Victorian era feeling dimension of demons. When she was a teen she and her cousin ran afoul of some Full Blood demons, who feed on Parials like herself. Since then she's dedicated her life to finding her cousin's killer.
The world is neat and intriguing except for the repeated reminder that even simple machines like watches don't work in Nocturna, yet somehow guns do. The plot is certainly not terrible, but it depends on a misunderstanding that's plain as day. Overall the story is interesting, vivid and clips along nicely, but the misunderstanding twist adds a sheen of cliché to it that's disappointing.
Next up is Mated by Shayla Black, the weakest of the three (which isn't saying much). This tale of wizards caught up in a dangerous battle against an evil wizard back from the dead who wants to take over the world features at least one powerful, headstrong lead, Raiden, an unabashed womanizer who discovers the home of the woman he knocked up has been attacked and the family is believed to be dead.
The emotion is sizzling in this tale, but it reads like an adult, sexed up version of Harry Potter (imagine Harry Potter meets True Blood). In addition Raiden is an utter jerk and his love Tabby mostly spends her time being rescued and hoping that Raiden will admit he loves her. Which leads to either an abusive feel (at worst), or a jerk of a hero and a weak heroine who can barely do a spell to save herself. While well written, and emotionally powerful I also found it disappointing.
Finally is Darkest Temptation by Sharie Kohler. This one is a complete score, hitting on the old wolfman legend by pitting a newly bitten woman, set up by a hunter to kill someone she thinks is the werewolf whose death can return her soul, with a nearly inhuman man who is neither werewolf or man, but something else.
This one I enjoyed a lot, both the tension between the characters and the doomed feel of Lilly's life (even before she was bitten by a lycan). It's only real flaw is that after a great start there's a hiccup as it rushes to finish the story in a short form.
Despite some disappointment I'd give this book a solid three stars, because the writing is there, I think the stories just didn't strike the right chord with this reader.