Khlyen is HAWT…in a scary kind of way

I’m watching Serenity for the millionth time and it just never gets old. I’m an old sci-fi junkie, and have been since I got my first taste of Star Trek back in the 70’s as a kid.

I swear my goal in life is to find a way to stay young and healthy until technology can make it possible for me to date Commander Data from Star Trek: The New Generation!

I’ve made it pretty darn clear that my current love affair is with the Killjoys franchise, courtesy of the Syfy channel. I don’t think there’s a character, whether good guy or bad guy, that I don’t like. Even the coldest, most calculating character (a guy named Khlyen played by Rob Stewart) is a character I love to hate. In a word he’s brilliant…and gorgeous. Okay, that’s two words, but you get my point.

If you need a bit more of Rob, here you go. Then scroll down for a preview of my own sci-fi romance novel, Hide No More. The star of that particular show is a kick-butt, sexy woman who really knows her guns, and the man who loves to show her his own brand of weapon.

Hide No More

Blurb: Scharsi has spent years hiding from the Amalgamation. They are the definition of evil in her world. Now she must hunt one of their agents who killed the only man who ever loved her. Hand cannons primed, no one will stand in her way.

Tanil, an Amalgamation officer left for dead by his own crew, must avoid capture. On the run, wounded and weak, he comes upon the one woman in the ‘verse he should be running from. But Scharsi isn’t what the government claims she is–a born and bred killer.

Deadly? Absolutely…but addictive, hot. She sends his blood racing with a look. Her touch? Devastating.

Scharsi clearly doesn’t want distractions while on a hunt, but Tanil won’t hesitate to prove that a bit of delicious distraction is exactly what she needs.

Warning: This book contains intergalactic seduction, super soldier sweet-tooths, and cyborg beat downs.

Snippet Saturday — Shiftin’ Sassy!

Scroll down for a snippet from Shiftin’ Sassy, courtesy of Amazon. Enjoy!

Derria, like her cousins at Pryde Ranch, is trained to take down the worst shifters imaginable. After chasing her bounty into the Tail of the Dragon, she discovers that this mountain gem is shifter central where they’ve managed to keep themselves off the world’s radar…until now.

Lakota Phillips keeps his status as a S.W.A.T. agent under wraps. No one from Clan Gunn in the Dragon knows what he does when he’s away from this place. But when a fellow agent shows up for reasons that make sense to no one, what is he to do?

But that may have to wait. Kerr Blackwood, the rogue they’re searching for, is a shifter from Lakota’s neck of the woods. And suddenly, Derria’s hunt doesn’t quite pass the smell test.

Warning: This book contains hot alphas, mating heat and women who stroke their guns. Bring it on, baby!

Dutch’s Sister from another Mister?

As we eagerly await Killjoys Season 2 on SyFy, I am following the cast members as if they were my personal bacon crack (all hail bacon crack! See my previously posted recipe to make this, if you dare).

I finally got the rest of my family to sit down and watch Season 1, Episodes 1 and 2, and I am happy to report that they were all sitting on the livingroom floor with their mouths hanging open trying to guess what’s going to happen next.

So I got to thinking about my own Sci-fi books, and I’m pretty sure that Scharsi, a Gen8 Super Soldier in Hide No More, would have been good friends with the “Almighty Dutch” (yes, that’s totally a Episode 6 quip).

Check out a free preview of Hide No More. Scharsi, meet the awesome people who enjoy Sci-fi romance and Killjoys to boot. Killjoy addicts, meet Scharsi. Scroll on down after the preview, but we warned — HERE THERE BE SPOILERS! You’re welcome 8)

So you’re probably wondering why I think these two women would give a rat’s rear end about one another. Well, as an author, the stories I write come with characters who have pasts, presents and futures. And looking at Dutch’s past, I see some similarities with Scharsi (which I think is FANTASTIC considering Scharsi’s story hit the bookshelves at least five years ago). So, I think these two would gel because:

1) They both escaped from a life of being ‘handled’.
2) They’re bad ass women who yet revel in their femininity.
3) They have soft spots for those they care about.
4) Did I mention they’re bad asses?
5) Oh, and guns ~~ they have the most amazing “taste in gear”.

Dutch escaped from Khylen (or at least she thought she’d escaped), a man who taught her how to kill without remorse. The only problem is that he underestimated his charge’s innate sense of morality. He expected an automaton, but what he got was a woman who makes her own decisions.

As for Scharsi, she had a similar situation. Her ‘trainers’ responsible for shaping her into an unapologetic killing machine as a top-of-the-line genetically engineered super soldier also underestimated her sense of self, her ability to choose the moral high ground while still being quite scary, and her ability to love even though she was taught that relationships were for the weak-minded.

Catching Up

Hey all, I’ve been awfully remiss in keeping my Goodreads up to date. I took some time and caught up today and hope I actually remembered all the books I’ve read in the past couple of months!

T.J.’s bookshelf: read

Play of Passion
5 of 5 stars
Believe it or not, this was my first Nalini Singh book and I LOVED IT!
paranormal, romance, shape-shifter, vampire, and hot
Bound By Blood
4 of 5 stars
paranormal, romance, shape-shifter, and vampire
Night Embrace
3 of 5 stars
paranormal, romance, and vampire
Master of Smoke
4 of 5 stars
fantasy, paranormal, romance, shape-shifter, and vampire
Master of Fire
4 of 5 stars
fantasy, paranormal, romance, vampire, and shape-shifter
Never Cry Wolf
4 of 5 stars
paranormal, romance, and hot
4 of 5 stars
futuristic, hot, and romance
Dark Needs at Night's Edge
4 of 5 stars
fantasy, romance, paranormal, shape-shifter, and vampire
No Rest for the Wicked
5 of 5 stars
OMG this was a kickazz book! ‘Nuff said.
paranormal, hot, romance, shape-shifter, vampire, and fantasy
Master of Dragons
4 of 5 stars
fantasy, paranormal, romance, shape-shifter, and vampire
The Legend of Michael
5 of 5 stars
futuristic, romance, and hot
Snaring the Huntress
4 of 5 stars
futuristic, romance, sci-fi, and hot


Snippet Saturday – Dreams

Now there are different types of dreams. Dreams that you have when you’re asleep, and dreams that you have when you’re awake such as what you’d like your life to be like when you grow up. Actually, I want to be a wealthy full-time writer when I grow up *snark* or perhaps an adopted daughter of J.K. Rowling.

In this excerpt from Death and Roses, our heroine, Scharsi, a genetically modified Generation8 Super Soldier…just wants to be loved. That’s her one and only dream…and it’s just come true.

After the excerpt don’t forget to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors!

The scent of their loving filled the air. It reminded Scharsi of sweet summer fields on Trescalane just as the red coffee and tropical fruits were harvested for the season’s production of strong javé and potent liqueur. And he was just so comfortable in his skin, comfortable with her. He gave her his trust, which is something she’d never received from another person in all her life, save one.

Tanil wrapped himself around her and buried his nose in her hair, as was his habit.

“You were a knockout before, but this new short and sassy hairdo of yours is off the charts in the sexy department.”

It would have been completely dry by now if not for the new drenching of sweat—all his fault of course. Not that she was complaining. Instead of a comment, Scharsi yawned big and so unladylike she almost snorted as she snuggled closer.

Her stomach rumbled and gurgled like an old derelict ship that had run out of fuel. She could still use that snack she’d been headed to before the haircut, shower and being waylaid—boy had she ever been laid—by Tanil. She’d been three kinds of depressed at what seemed
like eons ago, but now that her attitude had been properly adjusted and her muscles all langui-fied, a nap seemed more in order, whether her gut rolled around in protest of its lack of food or not.

So, any idea where we’re going?”

“Not a clue,” she replied on yet another yawn. “All I know is that Vonner said the place we’re going is some
super seekrit resistance hole up.”

“Seekrit?” Tanil laughed so hard her head bounced up and down on his shoulder. “Snark much, Scharsi?”

She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “Well, anyway,” she drawled, “Dex programmed the coordinates and in a few hours we’ll end up wherever it is we’re supposed to be.”

“Sounds easy enough. Aw hell, sorry, be right back.”

A few moments later, Tanil returned, flopping down next to her as if he’d known her forever, like they were truly a couple and not just sleeping together. The warm towel he’d run to the head to get was placed gently between her legs as he cleaned her up. No awkward movements, no weird silence. Just lovely comfort.

The towel sailed across the room toward the pile of towels she’d used on her hair and body. The man dropped a kiss on her shoulder, smiled and wrapped her up in his arms again.

When he let out a contented sigh, Scharsi lost it.

The alarm on Tanil’s face at her first sob would have had her cracking up if not for the soul-deep emotion that bubbled over inside her. If only he knew what he’d done. She hadn’t been so completely exposed, so torn down, yet emotionally built up, and all by his openness, his desire to see to her needs and the willingness to accept her, flaws and all.

Snippet Saturday authors
Jody Wallace
Emma Petersen
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Sasha White

Snippet Saturday – The male protagonist

A glimpse at the male protagonist from the sci-fi romance, Death and Roses. Be sure to enjoy the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the end of this post.

Note for Readers: You must be over eighteen to read this excerpt.

a Hunter for Hire novel
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He’d teased her mercilessly during dinner. Having surprised her with the knowledge that he could actually cook more than dehydrated military rations, Tanil was pretty proud of the fresh foods he’d prepared as a result of raiding her cold storage. He’d ended the meal with a shot of fruity Tropicure for the both of them.

And Scharsi was as potent as the liquor he’d served up. And he couldn’t wait to taste her, to see if she was as sweet, whether she would coat his tongue, then burn him on the way down.

Thoughts tumbled around in his head but he kept his mouth closed. After all, he could sense her uncertainty, and the last thing he wanted was to say something stupid and chase her away.

Instead he held her hand in a gentle grip and led her to her quarters in silence. The door slid open with a quiet hiss. She froze at the threshold. Raising his hands slowly so as not to startle her, Tanil let his fingers dip into the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. A few seconds passed, then he stepped closer.

“Invite me in?”

A slight turn and her gaze locked with his.

For a moment, Tanil was struck by the sheer, raw beauty of the woman. Words stuck in his throat as he moved around her body to stand before her.

“I have to touch you, Shar.” Gently he placed his hands on either side of her head and guided her into his kiss. Just before their lips touched he stilled, looking deeper into the light brown of her muted honey-colored eyes.

And there it was—fear. Stark, barely leashed. Something he doubted she had much experience with. Her facial features gave away nothing. Every muscle in her body appeared relaxed and uncommonly still. Yet her eyes told it all. She was terrified. The question—what was she afraid of? Certainly not him in a physical sense. Scharsi was built like a damn prison hulk—strong enough to contain the meanest, baddest criminal in the ‘verse. If she wanted out, there was nothing he could do to stop her. They both knew that.

Sex? Sure, she could handle that. He was, after all, former Interplanetary Military. He knew all about the SS program. Scharsi would have been trained to be good at it like she was groomed to be good at everything else. But attraction? Now that was another matter altogether. And from what he knew of the rigorous and brutal training that all SS went through, attraction was not something that was allowed. Ever. She would be woefully unprepared to deal with it.

Unable to resist, Tanil drew his thumb over a plump bottom lip, teasing the flesh until she gently bit down. He shook his head and smiled. Not a plastic, perfectly practiced spreading of his lips, but a genuine smile that he felt clear down to the depths of his soul.

He knew exactly what she would do next—attempt to regain control.

“Not happening, Shar.”

“What?” she asked. Her tongue now followed his thumb back and forth across her mouth.

“You don’t get to be in charge. Not tonight.” Or any other night. “But I promise I won’t fuck you without your full consent and cooperation. Ever.”

She started to protest, he could feel it in the tightening muscles in the center of her back as he moved a hand to gently stroke up and down her spine.

“You get to be a woman right now. No need to be a soldier. Let me take care of you, even just for a little while. Give me complete control of your release. Promise me.”

Snippet Saturday authors
Emma Petersen
Jody Wallace
Leah Braemel
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Selena Blake
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane

Quick Review: Ecstasy in Darkness by Gena Showalter

Ecstasy in Darkness (Alien Huntress, #5)Ecstasy in Darkness by Gena Showalter
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Yes, I’m doing lots of ‘new to me’ authors lately. This was my first Gena Showalter book. At first I wasn’t quite sure I was going to like it. The voice was…different, sometimes short or ‘halty’. But, oh my god!, I ended up loving the short, snarky humor-laced narrative and dialog as well as the mystery.

I enjoyed the hero – big bad vampire with a ruthless streak. Wouldn’t hesitate to behead anyone in the book…except for the heroine or anyone she cared about. He was fabulous!

The heroine was strong, but she showed her vulnerable sides, too. She wasn’t a hard ass just to be a hard ass. There were reasons for her reactions to people, reasons for why she chose her profession, reasons why she reacted to the hero.

The action was non-stop, the sex was HAWT and the story was awesome. I’m almost afraid to buy the previous books in the series (this is the latest book) because I loved this heroine so much! That’s what I get for starting at the end of the series!

Snippet Saturday – A ‘lil help from my friends

Could you imagine a book that only had the hero and heroine in it? No family. No friends. No good or bad guys. Just…them. Perhaps it’s possible, but even movies like The Blue Lagoon where most of the movie was spent with just Emaline and Richard, you still had the scary ‘cut-off-your-head’ people, eventually their baby son, and even the sea creatures added to the backdrop of their lives. A supporting case is needed, whether it’s for a good book, a good movie, even our everyday lives require more than just ‘lil ole us.

Well, you guessed it! Today’s Snippet Saturday theme is secondary characters. ‘Cause we all occasionally need a little help from our friends *sing that Beatles song with me, everybody!* ;D

After this snippet from my newest release, Death and Roses, please be sure to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors whose links are below. Enjoy!

Death and Roses
A Hunter’s for Hire novel
Copyright 2010, TJ Michaels
Published by Ellora’s Cave
All rights reserved

“Okay, here’s what we have. I did a bit of hacking into the IMF communications systems through the central servers on Amalgama,” Tie informed them.

Scharsi felt her brows crawl up her face in astonishment. How the hell had he done such a thing?

“I used the secured housing unit in Sector Two. I figured I’d get more information from the lower ranks chatter than bothering with the upper asses. Also, those asses figure they don’t need much security on the internal systems since the soldiers can only use those channels to talk to each other. And I was right. It seems that the good Captain Tanil’s former unit, Kev, is missing.”

“What? Missing? But Kev is SS,” Tanil said.

“How does a Super Soldier go missing? It’s unheard of. No one just drops out of the corps and no one leaves. We escaped, but we’re the exceptions, not the rule,” Scharsi said.

“True,” Tie responded. “But word is that the job to kill Tanil was botched by a SS. This particular missing SS, to be exact.”

“Bullshit. SS’s don’t botch jobs,” Regan said.

All of them nodded in agreement. So that meant only one thing. Tanil’s jaw clenched in anger as he voiced the length the corps would go through to keep its secret. “It means that Kev didn’t intend to kill me. If he had, I’d be dead. Period. But Vulf would know that just as well as we do. He would have concluded that Kev defied his orders. Then Kev gets “disappeared” or Vulf risks the SS being questioned by his handlers. The SS wouldn’t hesitate to reveal his actions to his handler. After all, he couldn’t be punished for carrying out a kill order, ‘cause an order is an order is an order. Follow it, or else.”

Scharsi added, “But Vulf is a different story. Even he wouldn’t be exempt from punishment for ordering the assassination of a fellow Amalgamation officer.”

“Former Amalgamation officer, thank you very much,” Tanil said.

“Right.” Regan smiled. It was a scary thing to behold, that smile.

“I’m not sure I understand this handler-to-soldier relationship,” Cerise questioned, her pretty brow scrunched into a frown.

“Vulf can give orders to the units under his command, but he can’t order them to keep whatever they see or hear from their handlers. The handlers have the real control, the real authority. Super Soldiers know that much better than the fucktards like Vulf do. It’s pounded into them each and every day.” Scharsi said.

“And contrary to the myths perpetrated by the feds, Super Soldiers aren’t walking zombies with no minds of their own. They aren’t stupid.”

“Why thank you, Tanil dear,” Tie said sarcastically. Cerise laughed outright. The sound was infectious even as Tie batted his lashes at Tanil with a genuine twinkle in his opaque grayish-whites that declared his modified genes.

After getting her giggling under control, Cerise leaned into Tie and said, “Give them the last, babe.” Tie looked up at the little princess as if she hung the moons. Then again, to this particular male, perhaps she hung every moon in this quadrant.

For a moment, Scharsi was distracted at her own happiness—happiness that she’d found love and that her fellow SS had too. What were the odds?

“And last, we have information from some of our contacts that strange, even unknown illnesses have been reported in some of the resistance camps. Thankfully none of those who’d gotten ill were high up enough on the food chain to spill much to their Amalgamation “doctors”. They did notice, however, that the doctors were awful tightlipped in telling them what they had. Gave ‘em shots that hurt like hell, though.”

“So, where are we going? What’s the plan?” Scharsi asked point-blank.

“Tell us what you think is the best way to go,” Tie said. “After all, you’re the one trained for analytics and reasoning. It only makes sense that you would come up with what makes the most sense, then let us work up the logistics on how to make it happen. While my specialty is computers and technology, I really just like to blow shit up.”

Regan slipped an arm around Tie and said, “Well that makes two of us.”

“Three of us, baby,” Cerise chimed in.

Regan’s lips spread with a grin that made Tanil’s stomach dance and the skin over his spine dampen with a cold sweat. He sent up a silent prayer.

Dear Gods, thank you that these people are on our side, otherwise I’d be shitting in my pants just now. Amen.

He couldn’t help but wince as he rubbed the spot where a crater from Kev’s laser pistol used to be. Nor, even in the levity of the moment, could he suppress the grief that welled up in his soul to know that someone, Kev, had knowingly given his life for him.

Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Vivian Arend
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Lissa Matthews
Shelley Munro
Shelli Stevens
Jody Wallace
Ashley Ladd

Snippet Saturday – Worldbuilding

While romantic tension, awesome sex and perhaps a bit of suspense and/or drama are required for a good novel, I don’t think there is anything quite as important as worldbuilding. Without a good solid world for the characters to play in, they may as well be…well, non-existent, right?

I’ve chosen the prologue from my upcoming release, Death and Roses. Our heroine is a DNA-perfected Generation 8 Super Soldier. I think this snippet sets the stage and the tone for the story. Gives you an idea where the characters are, and perhaps a glimpse of what ‘goes on there’.

After the excerpt, please enjoy all of our Snippet Saturday authors! Links to their Snippets are at the bottom of this post. Tally ho!

An Excerpt From: DEATH AND ROSES
Copyright © TJ MICHAELS, 2010
Coming September 24th
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.


The woman wished she could move her head, wished she could move anything. Eyes closed against the blinding light overhead, she tried to concentrate on the sounds around her. It all seemed so muted. Fighting against the numbing effects of the narcotic floating in her system, the woman gathered the last of her remaining strength and pulled against the restraints. Nothing. Not a single muscle moved more than a millimeter. Great. Semi-paralyzed and muzzy brained. What a fabulous combination.

She knew full well where she was, also knew there was a horde of white-coated doctors and scientists in the observatory above. They always stayed out of arms reach when a Hunter was being worked on in what they lovingly called the “Black Carpet Room”.

Funny. There wasn’t a single thing black in here. She’d know, having been a guest within these sterile circular walls often enough.

“Soldier.” A single bland, emotionless voice, louder than the others, floated into the space around her. Immediately the din of conversation bombarding her through the speakers quieted. “State your rank and serial number.”

Immediately, she responded with a clear voice. “Senior Commander, SH-58R39C.”

Well, at least her mouth still worked, so she could tell them to kiss her perfect, genetically modified ass.

“State your current assignment and generation, Commander,” the scientist said, sounding beyond bored. Perhaps he was. After all, she had a feeling she was here for a reason that was all too common these days among her fellow Gen8s.

“I repeat, state your current assignment and generation.”

“IMF Special Weapons and Tactics. Generation eight Super Soldier.” Gods, she hated saying that.

For what seemed like the twentieth time, he asked, “Do you understand why you are here in the labs today, Commander?”

Well, she had a good idea, but since she wasn’t completely sure, she said, “No sir.”

“You are here because your generation of Super Soldiers, you in particular, have not responded adequately to the additional neuro education that is required to …”

At that point, she simply engaged her auditory implant and turned the filter on and up as high as her brain could push it. The scientist’s voice faded to a muted, barely audible, “Blah, blah, blah…” She’d heard enough. If they were going to kill her, just get it over with. Knowing why they were going to terminate her wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Eyes closed, with a calm perfected by several journeys through combat hell, she relaxed her breathing and noticed the veins in her eyelids ran mostly east and west. Then she heard a schnick. In the next instant, the red of the inside of her eyelids that indicated the lights were turned all the way up suddenly hit the extreme opposite of the spectrum.

She snapped her eyes open. The whole damn room was pitch black. Even her enhanced vision had trouble making out what was going on around her. The humming of the machines that kept the dose of the narcotics pumping into her body at the perfect incapacitating level all went dead at once. A blur of white coats milled around upstairs. The scientists in the observatory, trained to do everything in silence, seemed out of sorts. Was that screaming?

Disengaging the auditory filter, her ears filled with the sounds of chaos. What the hell was going on?

She was strapped to a sterile operating table. The leather bands over her chest and legs were secured with reinforced synth-steel couplings that required a key. That key, a digital chip coded to the locks on the straps, was probably around the neck of the half-zombie sounding creep that had spoken to her over the sound system before all the lights went out.

Which meant she was screwed. All hell was breaking loose and she was stuck on her back, strapped to a table with her ass paralyzed.

“Whatever you do, Scharsi, don’t move just now.”

Who the hell…? Wait, that voice was familiar, pleasant. Not dead and careless like the other scientists. And there was only one human in the whole facility who called her Scharsi. But it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t dare, would he?

She started to turn her head to look at the origin of the voice when the straps were literally blown away from her body. It didn’t do a damn thing for her non-working limbs and parts as she tried to heft herself off the table.

“I said, don’t move.”

“What’s going on?” she asked with a croak. Immediately a tube was inserted in her mouth. Water, thank gods. “How long have they kept me in here?”

“You’ve been under sedation for four hours. They just brought you out long enough to question you quickly. Rebels have attacked the facility. And…”

“And what?” she demanded.

“And you’re scheduled for life termination.”

“Life termination? When?”

The figure she couldn’t quite make out leaned in close. Facial features were coming into focus now. And his scent, she’d know it anywhere. His warm breath tickled her ear as he said, “Right now.”

Tubes slipped from her body. A familiar, but hated, series of needles were removed from her temple, the side of her neck, her chest and the inside of her biceps. Damn that hurt.

The doors to the room slid open, but instead of the typical light from the hallways, it just seemed to get darker. But the feet she heard entering the room was a sound she would never forget. She couldn’t move a muscle. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t run. All she could do was accept her fate. And she couldn’t blame the doctor near her side who had always been so nice to her. After all, he was only doing his job. Bastard.

This was it. This was the end. The crackle of a body bag, something she was unfortunately familiar with, rustled around her feet, and then encased her totally. The sound of the zipper sent a cold streak of fear snaking its way through the little holes in each bone of her spine.

“Good night, Scharsi,” was said with such affection, followed by a prick in her neck just before the last few inches of the bag closed out the world.

Good night? Hmm, that was an interesting way to refer to death.

Snippet Saturday authors:
Shelli Stevens
Lissa Matthews
Lauren Dane
Ashley Ladd
Vivian Arend
Taige Crenshaw
Shelley Munro
McKenna Jeffries
Mandy M Roth
Jody Wallace

Review: The Priestess by R.G. Alexander

This book is part of the Wasteland series released from Samhain this summer. I think The Wanderer and The Priestess are my two favorites, though the entire four-book series was pretty good.

The PriestessThe Priestess by R.G. Alexander My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Now THIS was an awesome way to wrap up a series.

This is a classy novella. Yes, it’s hot as hell, but the love scenes are done in such a manner that the book doesn’t feel bawdy, sex-for-sex-sake or raunchy. It’s absolutely beautiful. You get into the emotional and psychological ‘bits’ of the main characters without any unnecessary dialog or ‘dry’ parts. The world building is nicely done without being overdone. I do, however, think it’s best read after reading at least one or two of the others.There were a couple of spots where I would have said, “Huh?” if I hadn’t already been at least a little familiar with the world.

I would have liked to have learned more about Siraj. He felt asif his story is deep and should have been told in greater detail, perhaps in a separate book or something. But I still loved the character. Given his position in the story (literally and figuratively) he didn’t feel like a third wheel, just hanging on to our main couple. The author did an awesome job of integrating a man into the relationship who shouldn’t have fit yet in the end, he felt like he was supposed to be there.

In addition, this book told us how the world and its customs/beliefs came into being. And it was quite a surprise. All of the characters mentioned in the previous three books were brought around (not physically, but a mention was all it took to explain where they fit into our characters’ lives). At the end of the book there were no loose ends, everything was tidy and very nicely wrapped up.

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