Title: Shadows of Fate (Shadow Born #1)
Author: Angela Dennis
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance/ Adult
Series: Shadow Born
Published: April 8, 2014
Publisher: Samhain Publisher
Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.
lies beyond the veil between truth and lies. After witnessing her
husband's brutal murder, Brenna Baudouin lost control of her Shadow
Bearer powers and wreaked havoc on her home world. Her penance: one
hundred years policing hordes of supernatural misfits that spilled
onto the Earthly plane after a cataclysmic war. She's on a routine
exorcism run when she learns she's been assigned a new partner. But
there's something about this Shadow Bearer that sparks her
suspicions. Particularly when people closest to her start turning up
as piles of ash. Gray Warlow holds tight to the glamour that allows
him to get close to the woman on whom he plans to wreak vengeance for
betraying his people. Yet as he skillfully manipulates his way past
her distrust, he begins to see her not as the heartless monster he
was led to believe, but a strong, vulnerable woman. As they work to
put together the pieces of a killer's macabre puzzle, an attraction
deeper than blood and bone flares between them. And they must reveal
their deepest secrets to avoid becoming the final targets.
*****5- One Helluva Ride -Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
she fought against the memories threatening to swamp her mind. Memories of her world, her people. Memories she had locked away for almost a hundred years.
Wow, what a ride! That was a fabulous romp with non-stop action, lots of twists, turns, deception, and 'Oh holy crap' moments, crazy sexual tension, and a heroine who knows how to kick some ass. Really-whats not to love about that?!
Humanity was forced to come to terms with a new reality, one where their worst nightmares turned out to be true. Creatures of myth and legend now lived among them.
The world as we know it is no longer the same. After a war unlike any we have ever seen, not only was earth almost destroyed but the Veil separating worlds was severely damaged allowing all manner of creatures to cross over, leaving humans overrun by monsters they never knew existed outside of their dreams.
There were very few from her home world who would voluntarily cross over to the earthly plane. They had their own civil war to worry about. This plane was used solely for banishment. Her defenses flared, and she cloaked herself in protective magic. She would be surprised if her father had sent an assassin after so many years, but she wouldn't put it past him.
Brenna is a Shadow Bearer exiled to our world. After witnessing the brutal death of her husband, she momentarily lost all control of her powers, causing the death of hundreds. Her punishment is a century of banishment on earth where she is to help police the creatures slipping through the Veil. She's good at what she does and is glad to have a purpose, but she still suffers nightmares from her husband’s attack and misses contact with her people. As the only known Shadow Bearer on earth, it's been ninety years since she's been around another of her kind and when she gets a new partner at work, she has no idea that her world is about to be flipped on it's ear.
he had no choice but to hide behind his glamour, it was infuriating. But soon the truth would be told. He wished the old adage 'the truth will set you free' applied. If anything, the truth would kill them both.
Gray is on a mission for vengeance, he has waited ninety years but his chance is finally upon him. When Brenna destroyed his family, he swore he would kill her given the opportunity. Now that she's in his sights, he forced to hide who he truly is in order to break through her defenses. What he isn't expecting to find underneath her tough exterior is a strong, yet vulnerable and lonely woman who is nothing like the cold hearted bitch he was lead to believe and it makes him question everything he thought he knew.
being around Brenna frustrated him to no end. When they were together, his purpose for being here faded, overwhelmed by his desire to drop his glamour and stake his claim. There was nothing her wanted more than to tell her the truth. But he couldn't. Not yet.
Loyalty is put to the test and lives are on the line as these two struggle through their own issues while trying to find the vicious killer slaughtering those closest to them. From the very start the fast-paced, non-stop action hooks you while the characters refuse to let you go. And while the ending wasn't a cliffhanger, per say, it did leave an opening for the next book. I for one am very excited to see where this series takes me next and am thrilled to add another fantastic paranormal author to my must read list.
The moment she walked into her office and found him at her desk, she had felt it. Sometimes, like when he had gone missing, it was so strong it was smothering. She had been so sure Dunham had been her true mate, but what she felt for Gray was just as strong, if not stronger, as what she had felt for her late husband. How was that even possible?
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gaze stretched to the bar. Beneath the glittering liquor bottles and
burnt oak, a bottle of Jack in one hand and Grey Goose in the other,
stood her target. Dirty blond hair brushed past his eyebrows, the
rest tied back in a rubber band. He seemed innocent enough. As he
flipped a glass bottle behind his back, muscles rippling on his
shirtless body, magic seeped from his skin. It flowed around the
women stretched across the bar, their assets on display as well as
their lust. Thankfully, he didn’t get much bang for his buck. This
one was weak. Newly possessed, the demon hadn’t had time to gain a
strong enough lock on the victim’s body. This shouldn’t take
long. The piles of paperwork she had left on her desk might even get
done tonight. She pushed through the crowd, stripping her leather
duster off her shoulders as she went. The black corset underneath,
paired with tight leather pants, flattered her figure. She turned
heads, especially the demon’s. She released the hair tie at the
back of her neck. With a quick shake, her burnt copper curls slid
down to her waist. She stopped at one of the tiny tables and threw
her coat across the barstool. Eyes closed, she pretended the music
was something more aesthetically pleasing as she stepped onto the
dance floor, keeping her mark at the forefront of her mind. She felt
his eyes on her body as she swayed to the music. Hips gyrating to the
heavy beat, she pulled on her glamour to blend in with the other
dancers as she let her magic wrap his body. Losing herself in the
music, she let him watch her move, feeling his desire amp. His energy
vibrated as he made his way through the crowd, his power wild. His
hands draped her hips and he pulled her to him, his magic sliding
over her body. Darkness tinged her aura, but she shrugged it off.
Dealing with demon magic never got easier, but his wasn’t powerful.
Grinning, she wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him close
until her lips brushed his ear. His burning skin jumped against her
touch. They stilled for a moment as the DJ switched tracks. “Think
you could get me a drink?” she breathed, brushing a hand down his
bare back. “I’m thirsty.” She grinned as he nodded, eager, the
demon jumping beneath his skin. “Anything for you, darlin’.” He
wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, moving her toward the bar.
“What’s your poison?” “Whiskey. Straight.” A grin played on
his lips. “My kinda woman.” Pushing past the other bartender, he
grabbed a bottle of Jack and poured her shot. She caught it as it
slid across the splintered wooden bar. Tossing it back, she reveled
in the slow burn of the liquor. It was an old favorite. Just cause
she was working didn’t mean she couldn’t treat herself. She
tossed back a second shot, thankful she didn’t have the ability to
get drunk. Giving the demon her best longing look, she leaned
forward. “Thanks. I needed that,” she murmured. “What’s your
name?” “Zed.” Leaning forward, she traced a finger down her
cleavage. “Do you think you could give me a ride home, Zed?” she
asked. She bit one finger in a nervous gesture, knowing he was buying
it. “My friend went home with some guy and left me here. I can
wait.” His eyes flashed, and she knew she had him. “Sure.” He
glanced at the other bartender. “Give me a second. I got off an
hour ago.” Sure you did, she thought. A few seconds later he was
back, pulling on a t-shirt as he walked. The gesture was surprisingly
human. With the demon hiding inside, the brimstone dancing in his
blood would keep his body uncomfortably hot, eventually burning him
alive from the inside out. It may be the middle of winter, but he
would never feel the cold. He held up his keys as she rose to meet
him. “My truck’s out back.” She moved closer, letting him drape
an arm over her shoulder. “Let me grab my coat.” The duster was
where she had left it. She draped it over her arms as she turned on
her psychic link with Xavier. The mage accepted, and Brenna turned to
the demon, knowing Xavier was watching through her eyes. At this
point, the mark’s lust was so inflamed he wouldn’t notice the
slight change of color in her irises. Wrapping her free arm around
Zed’s waist, she led him through the mass of patrons to the exit.
As they stepped into the wintry air, she noticed the bikers again.
They stood beside their Harleys, watching her warily as she passed.
She worried the tension might give her away, but Zed was oblivious.
She led him over the cobblestone to where Xavier waited. As they
closed in on the shadows, she could feel Zed’s eagerness spike. The
darkness moved over them, hiding them from prying eyes. Xavier’s
power sang in the night, a compass pointing her to the van. Leaving
Zed to follow behind, she moved to the gray van and pressed her back
against its side. Zed moved toward her, all pretense of humanity
stripped away. The graceless stride betrayed his hunger as green
scales peeled away his skin and his eyes turned to blood red slits.
Brenna waited until he was on her, scales chaffing the sensitive skin
of her face, then she dropped her glamour. The demon jerked back as
her magic wrapped around his body, but it was too late. In one swift
movement, she pulled the blade strapped to her back free and ripped
the already tattered t-shirt away from his chest. Shifting her body
weight, she slammed him against the vehicle even as his body mass
grew, the demon pushing its way to the surface. One hand held Zed
steady, the other slipped beneath his jeans to feel the skin of his
hip. “A little to the left,” the demon growled, body shaking,
titillated despite itself. He shifted his weight and slammed her
against the brick wall behind her. His body pressed hard against
hers, he ran a scaly tongue across her cheek. “You don’t have to
get hostile, darlin’. I don’t mind if you like it rough.” She
let her power surge and kneed him in the crotch. Sparks flew as her
spell sent him flying against the van. Keeping him in place with a
holding spell, her fingers found the rune carved on his hip. She
ripped away the denim as she tried to control the squirming demon. “A
little help?” she called out. She had pulled back the spell. Her
full body weight was pressed against the demon, but he was starting
to get free. Her magic had to be focused on breaking the possession;
she couldn’t waste it restraining Casanova. She released the demon
as Xavier stepped from the shadows and slammed it against the van
again. Subdued, the creature glared at them, its red eyes filled with
hatred. Another hard slam dazed the creature, but only for a moment.
A flick of her hand and the back of the van opened. Xavier shoved Zed
inside. As soon as he was strapped into the harness, Brenna ripped
off his jeans. His hips now bare, she was able to see the rune
carving, fresh as she had hoped. Her ceremonial blade pulsed in
her hand as she charged it with her energy. Zed spit at her. The
saliva sizzled across the corset, burning a hole in the leather.
Damn. That had been one of her favorites. “Stuff something in its
mouth. I need to concentrate.” “Deal with it. Even in the harness
this thing is a bitch to restrain.” White lines creased Xavier’s
eyes, and Brenna worried his injuries were more severe than he let
on. Zed’s fingers began to work the trappings of the harness, but
Xavier pulled him back, one arm around his scaly neck. In an
explosion of power, Zed pulled free, knocking Xavier into the side of
the van. Saliva dripping from his fangs, Zed growled at Brenna, and
snapped the other wrist free. Jumping across the van, he pinned
Brenna beneath him. Spittle fell from his lips, scorching its way
across her skin. She pressed her palm against his face and pushed
with all her strength, ignoring her burning flesh. Then, suddenly, he
was gone. Getting to her feet, she saw Xavier had strapped the beast
back into the restraints. “You got it?” Once she started, she
wouldn’t be able to help him anymore. All of her energy would go
into the exorcism. “Yeah. Hurry.” A sharp giggle jarred Brenna’s
attention. Looking up, she caught Hilda peering through the glass
from the front seat. “If he passes out, I can help.” “This
isn’t a game.” Zed slammed against his restraints. “I like
ghosts. They burn like whiskey going down.” “Shut up,” Xavier
growled. Tuning them out, Brenna let the words of the exorcism spell
spill from her lips. Her hand pressed against the rune on the demon’s
hip. The carving glowed and the green light grew until it filled the
van. Zed fought against the restraints. Obscenities, the kind only a
demon would know or understand, ricocheted throughout the vehicle.
Xavier stuck a thick leather strap in the demon’s mouth, cutting
off his tirade. Brenna gathered her magic. It pooled through her and
into the athame as she sliced the silver blade into the center of the
rune. Blood seeped from the wound, spilling over the green light. It
exploded with power, slamming Brenna against the van. Xavier fared
better, still wrapped around the demon. He was surrounded by a musty
green steam that reeked of brimstone. Continuing the chant, Brenna
pulled a pouch of blessed sand from the crevice between her breasts.
Throwing a pinch onto the rune, she banished the demon back behind
the Veil. Golden steam rose from the wound. It twined around Brenna
thick and dense, but she continued to chant even as its foulness
tried to seep inside her mouth. Darkness teased the edges of her
vision for a few moments, then the warmth of Xavier’s power wrapped
around her body like a shield, pushing out the demonic essence. Time
stood still as the final words filled the air. Then, in a flash, the
beast was gone.
Angela Dennis lives outside Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband, son and a sheltie with a hero complex. When she is not at her computer crafting stories, she can be found feeding her coffee addiction, playing peek-a-boo, or teaching her son about the great adventures found only in books. You can visit Angela at her blog www.angeladennisauthor.blogspot.com or at her website www.angeladennisauthor.com. She loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to email her directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.