Fresh from her photo shoot in Northern England, wildlife photographer Tala Westbrook makes a promised stop at the family manor in Staffordshire, desperately in need of renovation. Though she didn’t plan to stay longer than it took to find a contractor, she is caught up in an ancient paranormal war. Despite the danger all around, she finds herself falling for the handsome, enigmatic man assigned to protect her.
Micah Berrington, elite guardian from the realm of the Bewitan Fierd, is used to protecting men of strength in the greatest of peril, not a female looking for someone to repair her home. Yet the assignment is far more than it seems and so is the beautiful woman destined to capture his heart, regardless of the cost.
She gazed at him for several moments as if he had quite lost his mind. “I think not. In case you have forgotten, this house belongs to my family, Micah, not yours.”
“I will not debate the issue with you right now. Either you can wait here as directed, or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to the cottage. I’ll then lock you inside for the remainder of the night. The choice is yours.”
She sucked in a breath while her mouth dropped another notch. “You wouldn’t—”
“Oh, but I would,” he whispered as he leaned in close to her face.
In evidence of his staunch determination, she gritted her teeth. She turned her head to the side. Once again, she refused to meet his gaze. “Fine.”
The dreaded “fine” escaped her lips for the second time in less than ten minutes. This one had a bit more oomph and resentment behind it than did the first. He ignored it. Instead, Micah turned his attention away from her little snit fit and focused on the task ahead.
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4 out of 5 (very good)
Tala is an American in England, checking on her ancestral home, before returning to the States. When she spots an intruder, she doesn't think but chases him off the property. Before she knows it, she is lost in the woods with people chasing her. This is the start of her adventure, delving into the unknown.
Involving time travel, romance, flirts, guardians, ancestral lines, there is something here for everyone who enjoys a fantastical romance. The story is swiftly-paced and yet it flows with a steady rhythm. You are not left wondering just what is happening to whom and when, it is all very clear.
With clear descriptions, this book is vivid in your imagination, as Tala and Micah face danger to do what's right. Definitely recommended.
* I received this book from Goddess Fish Promotions in return for a fair and honest review. *
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Merissa, my very lovely hostess asked me what season suited me best—a simple enough question, right?
Well no, not really. I pondered over that and pondered over that. I thought, well, of course silly, I love the spring! Fresh new leaves, green grass, and huge, fragrant flowers are everywhere abundant. Here in the arid deserts of Southern Nevada, there’s nothing quite like the rebirth of spring. After a cold winter (okay, maybe not nearly as cold as what the east coast experiences, but after enduring a very hot—sometimes well over 110 degree—summer, temperatures that dip down into the low teens can get a bit chilly) I so look forward to the warmth and beauty of spring. It’s my very favorite time of year.
No, wait a minute. I couldn’t do without the fall season either, could I? The magical color changes, the chill in the air after those stifling hot days, (with no relief at night) are such a joy. Autumn has an amazing aroma that always takes me back to fun childhood days where falling leaves, apples, pears, cinnamon and huge pumpkins were everywhere present. What about the celebrations? Halloween is so much fun and then we have Thanksgiving with all of the family gathering for loads of fun and laughter. So, maybe autumn is my favorite season after all.
Oh, but what about winter! Winter (despite low temperatures) means Christmas! Christmas happens to be my most favorite holiday of the year. The songs, the cheer, the decorations are always a balm to my soul. Although I grew up where we had snow, Southern Nevada doesn’t see much of it. Perhaps once in every five or so years a little might fall on the ground. So here, if I want to play in the snow, I have to take a thirty minute drive to the mountains. That’s not so bad. At least I can get out of it if I want to. While I’m there we can build snowmen, have snowball fights, tube down the mountain slopes and then have hot chocolate around a roaring fire to warm ourselves. I don’t suppose it can get any better than that.
So winter suits me best?
Hold everything! That summer and those high temperatures I groused about earlier? Well that provides a monsoon season here. And I love—absolutely adore—lightning and thunder storms! They thrill me all the way down to my toes. I love the wondrous flashes of lightning, the sound of thunder, and the very smell of rain. Although I can get that rain during all four seasons, there’s nothing quite like a summer thunder storm! From what I hear, I am a Pluviophile--or a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Yep that fits me to a T. Add the walks on a beach while listening to the roar of ocean waves, setting up a picnic by a lake or river, barbeques, and vacations, makes summer my favorite time of year…alongside spring, fall and winter, of course!
Thanks so much for inviting me to your wonderful blog Merissa! As always, it’s a pleasure!
When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family in the lovely, arid deserts of southern Nevada, where some of those spectacular sunsets occur. She also pursues her interests in genealogy—which she also teaches—mythology, and history.
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