Few Are Angels Series # 0.5
by Inger Iversen
Publication Date- September 28th, 2013
More than a century after the tragedy of Hélène's death and before Ella found Kale bruised and broken on her doorstep, Kale moved through the world in a haze of personal punishment allowing it to consume him. Until his friend, Detective Deacon, a newly infected Chorý calls on him for a favor.
In this prequel to the Few Are Angels series, Kale is thrown into a world of human blood trafficking and is introduced to a Chorý that offers him a chance at happiness— in blood.
Kale woke from the dream, but darkness still met him. He opened his eyes completely, adjusting to the darkness around him. He grabbed his cell phone and checked the time. Eleven p.m.
He needed to be up and ready to meet Deacon so that they could head out and meet their informant. Kale pulled himself into a seated position. The sight of the girl from his dreams—the one he’d changed—stared back at him, pleading for guidance.
He groaned as he stood and headed to the bathroom of his small studio apartment. He needed a shower and to eat, but eating was out of the question for now. He didn’t have time. He and Deacon were due to meet Jones in two hours.
Kale turned the water on and removed his clothes. The spray met his muscles and demanded a release of the tension that coiled them into tight knots. Leaning farther under the water, he placed both hands in front of him onto the cool tiles of the shower wall. Water ran down his skin and swirled down the drain.
He closed his eyes, imagining that the water purged his sins from his body, washing them away down the drain. A century had passed, and he still felt the shame of his actions. He’d begged for forgiveness, bargained, and made promises in order to redeem redemption, but who was out there to listen? Victims had prayed for mercy from him.
Had he granted it? No. Then he was the monster they’d called him, and though he had been like a child that was free from the confines of an adult, he still had to be held accountable from his actions.
The shrill ringing of his phone signaled that Deacon was outside waiting. Kale picked up his soap and quickly ran it over his body. He rinsed off and turned the water off. Leaving the shower, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Picking up the phone, he sent Deacon a message and then grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, dried off, and got dressed.
He pushed aside thoughts of his past and headed to the door. Deacon had called him in to help on a case that needed the expertise of a fellow Chorý, and Kale needed to focus his time and attention on that, not on past mistakes.
Few Are Angels
Few Are Angels Series # 1
by Inger Iversen
After a fatal hit and run accident, Ella Monroe fears that she’s lost more than her beloved parents. Horrifying visions of a past life and a disturbing voice in her head have psychiatric professionals convinced that she’s lost her sanity as well. But when Kale--a dark and handsome stranger with a mysterious past--reveals the true meaning of her visions and the tremendous power she wields through them, Ella must come to terms with the devastating truths of her own past, while eluding an ancient Dark Prince who seeks to control not only her future, but all of mankind’s, by means of abilities that Ella is only beginning to understand.
Enter the shrouded world of an age old battle between an ancient race known as the Immortals and their bitter enemy Laurent, the so-called Dark Prince, who commands an army of half-breed vampires known as Chorý. Both sides have been desperately searching for the prophesied emergence of the Arc, a clairvoyant with unparalleled power to recall the past and a soothsayer with clear vision into the future.
The Council of Immortals has sworn to protect the Arc, whom they have identified as young Ella Monroe, a college freshman from Virginia living quietly and unaware of her powers or her past. But a renegade Chorý has other plans for the protection of a girl he has loved through the ages. Can Kale convince Ella of who she is, what she is destined to become, and what he once meant to her? Is he truly the best protector to shield the world from the devastating misuse of her powers that Laurent is bent on controlling? Or will the forbidden love they share and Kale’s cursed condition as a wretched and hated Chorý be used against them both?
This paranormal romance told from the heroine’s perspective builds in intensity and intrigue to a finale you won’t see coming. Heart pounding action mixed with heartwarming friendships and heartbreaking romance will leave you breathless and begging for more.
“Are you real?” I asked dreamily. I had sat there for what seemed to be forever and hadn’t noticed anything around me.
He looked confused, his brow furrowed and his pale lips bent downward into a small frown; his lips looked pink. He reached out as if to touch me, then pulled back his hand just before it connected with my cheek, prompting me to frown as well.
“You have been in the cold too long. Let’s get you home.”
He stood up, giving me room to stand as well. As my body creaked and cracked into a standing position, a wave of dizziness hit me, causing me to sway.
“Maybe you should rest for awhile before we head back; you aren’t steady on your feet.” He motioned for me to follow.
Once inside the mausoleum, I was suddenly aware the quilt was no longer acting as a robe for him.
“The quilt is gone,” I whispered. Why did he need it then, but not now?
He tilted his head in my direction. His jet black hair fell carelessly over his eyes, and a chilling breeze blew his wintery cool scent in my direction. There was a coffin and an empty space for another in the middle of the stone floor. The walls were brown and dusty, and it smelled a lot better than I had expected. I guess when people turn to ash there is no more scent. In a corner, his cooler and backpack were placed neatly against the stone wall. It was odd there was nothing else there for him, like a blanket or a place to cook food.
“Sit over there,” he said, and pointed to where he placed the quilt.
I plopped on the floor still in a daze, my legs wobbly and weak. I wanted to touch him to prove to myself he was real, but I was too nervous. He stood at the other end of the small room and stared at me like he wanted to say something important. I gave him a few more seconds to get it out, but when he didn’t say anything, I spoke instead.
“Why won’t you touch me?” I was instantly mortified by how needy my words sounded and by the look of shock on his face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then tried again. “Why do you treat me like I have a disease?” Well, that sounded much better. Way to go, Ella. Let’s see if you can make this situation even more awkward than it already is.
I opened my eyes, resigned to feeling like a neglected child. He looked at me with what seemed like remorse. It surprised me because he’d been nothing but callous and challenging, but he stood there looking guilty and ashamed.
“I don’t think you have a disease. It was you who thought I was diseased.” He whispered so softly I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. I’d never met him, so why did he think that I believed he was diseased? His face fell even more at my silence, and I wanted to go over and comfort him, but I was afraid of the rejection I’d face.
“What? I never said that.” I prayed that he’d believe me. We stayed there in silence for several more minutes before I finally decided that I was going to get more answers from him while he was in a slightly forthcoming mood. “Can I ask you something?"
He studied me through thick dark lashes and smiled the first real smile I’d seen on him since we’d met. It was beautiful. White teeth sparkled in the light—a perfect contrast to his dark brown eyes. I returned his smile. My heart seemed light in my chest, and I had to catch my breath.
“I thought we agreed?” he asked, teasing. He moved closer to me. I tried to lie to myself and say that it wasn’t exciting to have him so close so that my face didn’t betray me.
“We did, but I’m starting to think that this is all in my head.” The look of confusion on his face was priceless. For once, he seemed interested in getting information out of me.
“What do you mean, all in your head?” He moved even closer.
My heart galloped, and my face felt warm. My hands shook, but not because of the cold. I needed him closer. I didn't know him well, but everything inside me said there was something familiar between us.
“Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. I’m crazy,” I said unconcernedly as I scooted closer to the wall and made myself comfortable. I waved my hand. “This could all be in my head. You could be a figment of my imagination, a coping method.”
His eyes were still focused on me, but I couldn’t tell if he was taking me seriously, so I continued talking, the words falling uncontrollably out of my mouth. “I guess I’m lucky. I've never had to have Nurse Laura stick me with a needle. But I wonder if the past two days weren’t some sort of drug-induced dream.” I shuddered.
Few Are Angels Series #2
by Inger Iversen
What must he overcome to protect her?
With no clue of what to do next and the responsibility of looking after Alex and Mia as promised, Kale is up to his ears in problems and no solutions. How will Kale save Ella, keep Alex and Mia safe, control Jace as well as control the Bloodlust that creeps beneath the surface waiting to be released? Will Kale be Ella’s savior or will he convict her to a fate worse than the one Laurent has already promised her?
What truths will she learn?
Ella knows that the choices she makes affects not only her but everyone else around her, but what about the choices made to find her? Ella learns the truth about the death of her parents, learns that the ones she thought she could trust aren’t so trustworthy after all.
How will Ella handle these betrayals, and will she be able to sacrifice what is necessary to obtain eternal life?
I arrived at the lake near Mia’s home and parked the car on the side farthest from the house.
I ventured into the woods, following the rogue Chorý’s scent to Mia’s backyard. A figure stood in one of the windows on the second floor, awaiting my arrival. I hadn’t expected to arrive unnoticed, but I’d hoped. With Mia’s parents out of town and Mia with Alex, I wasn’t worried about any unexpected guests.
The back door was wide open. I headed inside and followed the melted ice up two flights of stairs and into a room in the back. I entered slowly, keeping my hands at my sides to show that I had no weapon. I was sure that this wouldn’t end well, but I needed to assess the situation before it blew up.
“And I thought you said that you didn’t care,” crooned a husky voice from the corner veiled in darkness.
“Who says that I care?” I shrugged.
“Your presence here says a lot, wouldn’t you say?”
“Or maybe I want to send you back to Laurent with a message.”
“Do I look like some errand boy to you?” The bald man stepped from the shadows. Anger marred his face.
“You telling me that you aren’t Laurent’s whipping boy?”
The bald man growled in anger and then visibly calmed. He raised his hands in surrender. An innocent look replaced the dark shadows that had at first plagued his face. “Hey, I’m just sitting here waiting for my blonde princess to come home, and you break in and insult me.”
“And I guess I should just leave and let you, what was it you said—”
“Oh, I said that I am going to rip her throat out for her betrayal.”
I rolled my eyes. “Betrayal. Is that what this is all about?” I shook my head and looked to the ceiling, searching in vain for patience.
“Okay I can see you’re getting bored, so let’s spice things up a bit. I say we make this a game, shall we? I’m Xavier, and you must be Kale.” He swayed, and he leaned into the purple wall in Mia’s room.
The moon’s light reflected from the bright white snow outside, illuminating the room in a milky haze. Pictures of Mia with some old flame shook as he leaned into the wall. He reached up and straightened the photo before plucking it off the wall. I smiled.
“A game?” I leaned against the dresser, glancing at the photo in his hand. If he could pretend to be relaxed, so could I. Why did stalkers always seem at ease, when they were the main reason for the disturbance? “What kind of game are you suggesting?”
He looked pointedly at me before rolling his eyes. “A battle of wits.” Sarcasm and annoyance laced his voice.
“I was told that you’re pretty nasty in battle.” He clapped his hands, rubbed them together, and then pulled them to his lips. “You were the one that left that nasty little scar on the Council hunter’s face, and you also took down the last death bringer.” He smiled.
I couldn’t tell if he was amazed at what I had done or jealous that he hadn’t done it himself. “And you want me to teach you to fight?”
His smirk morphed into a snarl of anger and then into a full-bellied laugh. I smiled.
He shook his finger at me as he laughed. “A comedian as well, eh?”
“If it pays the bills.”
He laughed again. “Wow. Standup comedians are making good money in this economy? I guess maybe I should take the sweet li’l princess with me on the road when I start my tour?”
I released an aggrieved breath. “You called me here to discuss a career move?”
Xavier suddenly moved closer; I straightened.
“No-o,” he cooed, drawing the word out. “Why don’t we see who is the strongest?”
“Strongest?” I laughed. “What? Would you like to clear the table in the corner and arm wrestle?”
“Funny.” He lifted the picture of Mia to his mouth and kissed it. “If I win, I get her.”
“Never going to happen.”
“Yes, well I’m sure you think so, but for the sake of the game, let’s—”
“This is not a game; this is the life of an innocent girl you are talking about.”
Xavier laughed as he flung the picture of Mia onto the bed. “She is food, and that is it. I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat her any differently.” Xavier looked at the picture on the bed and then back to me. “You can fight for her, or step out of the way and let me have her.”
His smiled baited me, and his laugh grated my nerves. I didn’t love Mia, and at times she drove me insane, but I would not allow Xavier to harm her.
“What are you suggesting?”
“I’ve been lonely.” He ran his hand across the white nightstand at the head of the bed. I raised a brow at his peculiar statement. “I was thinking of that sweet-smelling blonde and how long it’s been.”
He looked up at me with soulless moss green eyes. “You know, since I’ve held a woman.” He cackled as his meaning dawned on me.
Few Are Angels Series #3
by Inger Iversen
Publication Date- June 1st, 2015
“I’m entirely yours and nothing will change that, not even time or distance.” -Ella
Ella has accepted her fate of 15 years with Aleixandre, but she won’t accept the fact that he plans to use to powers to eradicate the Chorý race. Neither his promise to release her of her debt early or allow Kale to reside with her in the garden house is enough to make Ella change her mind. Instead, Ella, Kale and Jace look for the mysterious Zdrowy, a group of Chorý thought have been cured of la Luxure.
Kale used to be convinced that the Chorý race was nothing but monsters, but do they all deserve to be exterminated? The question plagues Kale as he and Ella search for the mythical group of cured Chorý.
In the final installment of the Few Are Angels series, Ella and Kale are set on a path that not only leads to a cure to the Chorý status, but may offer Kale what he has been chasing his entire immortal life: absolution.
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Kale tilted my head up to look at me. “I didn’t give up.” I started to move away, but he grasped me harder. “Ella, for so many years, I thought myself a monster. And the night I fought Jace, I proved my belief was true. I would have killed him had I not been stopped.”
“Will you ever think of yourself as just a man, or will you forever label yourself a monster?” I asked. We couldn't live like that. I couldn't keep fighting him on this issue.
His face fell in defeat. He looked so ragged and torn as he spoke. “Ella, it’s not just about anger, but also hunger. A bone deep hunger that gets harder and harder to deny with each passing day.”
Thoughts of fangs and blood flashed in my mind. A feeling of dread slithered up my spine as a warning to the future.
“There’s more,” he whispered. Leaning down, he kissed my bare shoulder.
Warmth, security and pleasure filled my senses, taking away the dread filling my chest. What was that? It was new and I’d never experienced it before.
“When Ana told me where you were, I made her a promise.”
I pushed my fingers under his jacket and shirt.
Kale groaned and stopped my hands from their exploration. “Wait, there’s more.”
But I didn’t wait. Yes, there were a million things I wanted to know—things I knew he’d tell me I didn’t want to hear—but right in that moment, all I wanted was his body against mine. “No, I won’t stop. I won’t wait, not anymore, Kale.”
Enough was enough. I could wait fifteen years for freedom from Aleixandre, but I wouldn’t wait to show Kale how I felt about him. Stepping back, I reached for the knot in my towel. I didn’t care if my actions would change the vision of our first time together, I wouldn’t stop.
Kale watched my movements, speechless. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and his hand fisted at his side before he moved for me, but I quickly stepped backward, out of his reach. I knew he’d try and stop this. He’d say we weren’t ready and I wasn’t prepared for it.
As soon as I dropped the towel and he made his way to me again, I reached for him, pulling our bodies close. I entangled my hands in his hair and pulled his lips to mine. He didn’t fight it and how could he? The passion between us had grown stronger the longer we were apart. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and all that crap. I bit back a chuckle.
Normally, our kisses were soft and slow, a show of love and longing. But as soon as Kale’s lips met mine, I knew neither of us would be able to hold back. His kiss was full of need and demand, and I planned to give him all that he commanded of me.
Forgetting the outside world, I wrapped my legs around Kale as he lifted me. His lips moved over my jawline and he gently bit my neck. His breath was warm against my delicate skin, which was in deep contrast to his cool grip. I missed the way it felt to be so close to him, I missed his scent and the tight coil in my belly whenever he kissed me. Too long we’d been denied the simple pleasure of touch and taste. How many years had Kale wandered the earth in search of me? How many bodies had my soul rested in, waiting for the next time he and I would meet?
Fisting my hair in his hand, he pulled me away. “Where is it?” he asked. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't catch my breath to speak. Kale didn’t wait for me to answer. He lifted me up and moved through the small house to my bedroom, where he laid me down gently on the bed. His eyes were closed and I watched as he calmed himself.
My brain raced with ways to keep the intensity going. “Kale?”
His eyes popped open and his fangs sprang free. My gasp must have shocked him because he shook his head and his eyes cleared. He attempted to speak, but cleared his throat first. “You didn’t think this through, did you?” he asked with an impish grin. The heat in his eyes had cooled, leaving him calm and collected.
★✩★✩★ 5 – Fab Ending to an Epic Series – Stars ★✩★✩★
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
Jace and Kale would wonder why I'd made this choice, but there should never be a question as to the why. I wanted to be with Kale. My heart sang for it and my soul longed for him. He died for me and I would live for fifteen years in this prison if it meant I would have an eternity with him.
Ella finally got what she wanted – she has been turned into an Immortal and has eternity to spend with Kale – after she completes her fifteen year agreement with Aleixandre and the council. She may not like being away from Kale for that long, or her forced prison sentence, but it is worth it if allows her many lifetimes with her soul mate and she has come to terms with that. However, she begins to question her compulsive decision when Aleixandre's plans for her are finally revealed. She may have agreed to be his soothsayer for the next fifteen years, but she will never agree to his plans to eradicate the Chorý race. She knows they can be volatile, brutal mass murderers, but she also knows there are some out there who choose to fight the bloodlust within – Kale and Deacon are examples of that – so how could she ever help him destroy them all? On a mission to find a cure for la Luxure, and on the hunt for the Zdrowy – a group of Chorý rumored to be cured – will Kale and Ella find what they are looking for or are they destined to live out their lives fearing for their futures? Will Kale ever be able to see himself as anything other than a monster?
“Sometimes my loyalty to those I've brought into this life makes me forget-” Kale shook his head. “No, not forget, but push aside the person I'm really living for. Sometimes there are so many things pulling me in different directions, I have to stop and remember it's you who should be my one and only priority.”
It's been awhile since I read Awakened but it didn't take long for me to fall back into the fablousness that is this world Inger has given us. I almost forgot how lost I can get in these stories... almost. As with the previous books in this series, there is more than enough action to keep you glued to the edge of your seat as well as secrets and deception hidden around every corner. Aleixandre shows all new levels to just how far off the course he has fallen and the lengths he will go to to get what he wants. You really can't trust anything that comes out of his mouth, EVER. Jace is as amazing as ever. He doesn't understand why Ella made the decision she did, but he will still do whatever it takes to keep her safe and hopefully make her stay at the council a bit more bearable. Alex broke my heart. Be warned, there are some hints of a love triangle in here, which generally drives me up a wall, but it wasn't too bad and it didn't dominate the story. He really does love Ella in his own way and has sacrificed so much for her that all I really want is for him to find some happiness. Kale continues to own my heart with everything that he does, even if he still manages to get my panties in a twist with some of his actions. Sexy as ever, the heat between him and Ella gets cranked up a notch in this one and I loved every minute of it. The love between those two is impossible to deny and they continue to show us that throughout their journey here. Ella herself has grown so much in this series and this book takes that to an all new level. She has become such a strong woman, not the lost little girl we first meet, and she is finally at a point in her life where she will fight with all that she has for what she wants, for what she believes in. Sola makes a reappearance in this book and I have to admit I was unsure of how I felt about that at first. We first met her in 'Immortal Heart' and as much as I liked her as a character, I hated how close she was with Kale. I hated that, at that point, she had been more intimate with Kale than he had been with Ella – his soul mate – after two books. I hated watching him give a piece of himself to another woman after spending so much time with him and Ella, and I hated that he started to develop real feelings for her. With all that going through my head again from the second she came back onto the scene, and directly back into not only Kale's life, but Ella's as well, you can imagine my nervousness, and yeah – annoyance. As it is, I like her more now than I ever did and I loved the interactions between her and Jace. I do wish Kale had been a little more sensitive to Ella's initial feelings towards the woman, and I also wish Ella had given him a bit of hell for it. I could go on and on about this book, clearly, but I don't want to spoil the fun for anyone else – hopefully I haven't done that already. In the end, this was a fantastic conclusion to a pretty fabulous series. If you haven't picked up these books yet I highly recommend you start now.
I threaded both hands in his hair, pulling him closer until I could do nothing but see and breathe him in. I didn't need second sight...I only needed him.
After the Fall
Few Are Angels Series # 3.5
by Inger Iversen
THIS IS A SHORT STORY TO BE READ AFTER ETERNAL LIGHT, THE FINAL BOOK IN THE FEW ARE ANGELS SERIES.
Five years after the creation of NOIR, Ella and Kale find themselves searching for a cure once again. Follow Ella and Kale on a journey to save the Chorý race while adjusting to their new lives and husband and wife.
★✩★✩★ 5 – Goodbye and Hello – Stars ★✩★✩★
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
“I'm not complaining, but I do feel like this venture has stolen a piece of me. I thought I'd have a honeymoon, a dog, free time, a few days off, and a house I had time to unpack. But back then I was this nineteen year old kid with a dream and a husband.”
It's been five years since the start of NOIR and the road has been more than a little rocky, but quite successful. Ella, Kale and crew have done an amazing job and have made a huge difference in the world of the Chorý but it has come with some sacrifices, mainly where Ella and Kale's relationship is concerned. They are focusing so hard and putting so much work into NOIR that their marriage has taken a back seat and Ella is starting to feel the pain of missing her husband, even though he is right in front of her. And to top it all off, there is a new threat, a new affliction affecting the Chorý that they now find themselves on the hunt for yet another cure leaving Ella to wonder when exactly they get to start their lives together.
This was a very quick and easy read which had two different benefits – 1) it was a perfect send off for the Few Are Angels series. As much as I hate to say goodbye to Ella and Kale, their departure couldn't have been more perfect – even if it started off a little rocky and slightly heartbreaking. 2) it was a perfect lead in for the spin-off series which will follow Alex, Jace & Sola and what I'm assuming will be a more in-depth look at NOIR. Even with the problems plaguing their marriage, the love between Ella and Kale is as present as ever PLUS we get the added bonus of some pretty steamy reuniting. We get to see where Jace and Sola have ended up, which I LOVED. The only thing missing was Alex - but I look forward to getting updated on him with the new series. So while I am more than a little sad to be closing the Few Are Angels chapter for good, I am more than happy with where it left off and I very much look forward to where the next series takes us. I do hold out some hope that we may get an update of two on Ella and Kale through that series though. In the end, Inger Iversen has definitely landed herself on my Paranormal One-Click-Addiction List with this series and I highly recommend it to any and all Paranormal lovers out there.
The realization I got to live the rest of my life with the man who owned my soul, coupled with his warm touch, sent me reeling. The earth shattered, allowing the heavens to open up. My world as I'd wanted it had finally arrived.
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