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Shadow monsters, undead relatives, and a bodice that cuts into her boobs—in Avery’s opinion, the faerie realm isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Supposedly, it was Avery’s fate to journey to the Evermist. Here, she’s regarded as a symbol of hope and everyone has expectations of her, including her three guardians. While she hadn’t expected an amusement park full of little girls in princess dresses, Avery also hadn’t expected to be scared at every turn. But the Evermist is full of cruel monsters and terrifying shadows.
As Avery navigates her new role, her deepening relationship with her guardians, and a wardrobe full of beautiful-yet-uncomfortable dresses, she’ll have to make choices that will have repercussions worlds away.
With intrigues and betrayals at every corner, Avery will need to explore her magic and strength to fight the evil that has taken over the realm of her ancestors.
The second book in the Lost Siren series, Lullaby of Death is a steamy reverse harem adventure that will take you far from the familiar and into a magical yet dangerous land.
When we left Avery she was alone by the portal in Evermist, this book starts right there and it’s been hours and still no sign of her guys. Just when she’s given up they are coming, she’s approached by a man she thinks at first is Charles. He’s a bit of a jerk and he’s to bring her to the Castle. His name is Malek and he’s Charles’ half brother. Avery doesn’t trust him after he tries to make her think he’s Charles, but she knows she can’t stay where she is with no shelter overnight.
The journey to the Castle was tense and all Avery wants is to be with her guys. The Queen isn’t so accommodating though, instead sending her to her room situated next door to Lysander’s. Also there were orders to keep her from Charles and mention of a woman Savannah. It’s Malek to informs her Savannah is Charles’ betrothed, but leaves out it was arranged when they were but children.
After a bit of a pity party, Avery decides to go find her men. She finds an ally in Bell, a niece of the Queen. Malek intercepts them before Avery could get Bell to take her where the guys might be. He finds suitable clothing for her to wear and takes her to where Charles, Tarin and Lysander are meeting with the Queen. Although the Queen is a bit peeved over it she dismissed all but Marek and Charles.
This is a favorite scene.
“I thought you were rotting in some dungeon!” I half-shouted, half-laughed. I shook with relief and the sudden absence of adrenaline. I wouldn’t have to break them out of the Queen’s prison cells. No more fighting today.
Tarin grabbed my wrists and held me in place, giving Lysander the perfect opportunity to snake his arms around my waist from behind. He pulled me against his hard chest and even harder cock. Wow, if my mere presence aroused him this much, what would happen once we retreated to my room?
“I missed you, little siren,” he whispered and gently dragged his fangs across the nape of my neck. A shudder ran down my back and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to bite me.
“Didn’t Charles’s brother tell you that we were in a meeting with the Queen?” Tarin asked, still holding my wrists. His eyes were burning with something that I couldn’t quite identify, but his voice was calm.
“He forgot to mention that,” I hissed, looking around for that bloody faerie, but he had quietly disappeared. Good, he’d escaped my wrath for now. I wouldn’t forget this, though. It may have been fun for him to play with my feelings, but it hadn’t been fun for me. He’d made me think that my guys were in trouble and that I was all alone. Bastard.
“I thought he looked a bit shifty.” Lysander licked my skin where his fangs had likely left some red scratches. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind at all. The happiness at seeing them again seemed to be messing with my mind.
Tarin lifted my left hand to his lips and pressed a tiny kiss on my knuckles, barely touching me, yet for him, it was as if he’d French kissed me with tongue and all. Was that passion in his eyes? Really? I decided Tarin and I would need some alone time soon to decipher our strange relationship.
“Are these your boyfriends?” a bright voice called from the other end of the corridor. I didn’t pay Bell any attention, but Tarin let go of my wrists and waved at her.
“Hey, little one.”
“I’m not little.”
“Yes, you are. You’d reach up to my navel, maybe? Definitely little. You’re the Queen’s niece, aren’t you?”
“How do you know who she is?” I asked. “Have you been here before?”
“Every pret knows the important people in the Evermist,” he explained as if that was obvious. “We grew up learning the names of royalty, politicians, leaders, and heirs. I may have never seen her, but she looks exactly like she does in the pictures. The blue hair kind of gives it away.”
“I’m important,” Bell confirmed chirpily. “I’m next in line to the throne.”
“Wait, isn’t that Charles?” I asked.
“It’s a matriarchy,” Tarin said. “I see we neglected your Evermist education.”
“It’s not like we had any time for that.” Lysander stopped licking my neck just long enough to say the words. It was strangely relaxing, even though I had to admit it was also a little gross. Was he preparing me for a bite?
“True. Fucking nerises got in the way.”
“Nerises?” Bell asked, her voice full of astonishment. “Real nerises?”
“Not anymore,” I chuckled darkly. “We killed them all.” Tarin snorted. “Technically we just swore an oath to the Queen not to tell anyone about that.”
“Well, she didn’t deign to tell me about that, so that doesn’t apply to me. Why didn’t she do this meeting for all four of us, anyway? And why didn’t we all land here together?”
“Let’s talk somewhere more private.” Tarin’s gaze flicked to Bell, who was still standing behind Lysander and me. “And I’m starving. Politics always make me hungry.”
“I’m thirsty,” Lysander whispered. My insides melted at the heat in his voice. I knew he wasn’t talking about water.
“Stop it, Ly. Get a grip,” Tarin admonished him. “I know it’s hard to focus, but we have things to discuss.”
“I can listen while I drink,” Lysander drawled, but with one last scorching kiss, he let go of me. My back instantly felt cold without his touch.
Reacquainting myself with the guys had instantly become number one on my list of priorities, far above figuring out my role in Evermist, what Marek was up to, how I’d get the Queen to see me as more than her puppet, and all the other issues that had arisen in the few hours since I’d arrived here. Wow, things were getting off to a busy start. Life in Evermist wasn’t going to be a holiday, that much was for sure. And I hadn’t even met another siren yet, let alone travelled to wherever the sirens lived.
Lysander took my hand and pulled me along, clearly desperate to get to a private place. Tarin followed us, as did Belle. She’d be disappointed once the guys closed the door in her face, but we really didn’t need a pre-teen watching us. She’d been helpful earlier and I’d make sure to keep her on my side, but right now, I had other things on my mind. Namely Lysander’s hard cock, his fangs, and—
“Wait!” Charles shouted from behind us.
I wriggled out of the vampire’s grasp and ran the way we’d come until I was in Charles’s strong arms. He hugged me tight, burrowing his face in my hair. I breathed in his ocean-side scent. Finally, I had all three of them with me again.
A aching hole in my chest, one I hadn’t even noticed until now, slowly closed, pushed shut by the happiness I felt at our reunion. Even though we’d only been together for such a short time, the three men had become part of me.
A wave of siren magic shot through my body and I felt my hair stand on end, as if I’d poked my finger into an electric socket. Pure power filled me, caressed me, begged to be used.
I had no need of it, though. This wasn’t a battle, there were no enemies to fight. The magic pressed against my skin, its begging turning into a demand.
“I might have a small problem,” I said, then clenched my teeth as I realised that talking distracted me from keeping a hold on all that power.
“I can feel it,” Charles said and stepped back, breaking our hug.
As soon as his touch disappeared, the pressure in me lessened a little, just enough to give me space to breathe.
“What’s going on?” Lysander was by my side in an instant. I hadn’t even seen him move.
“My magic… too much…”
Tarin appeared to my right, but he didn’t touch me. None of them did. I looked down at myself and gasped at the glow coming from my skin. I was glowing like a fucking lightbulb.
“I know what to do,” Tarin said. “Follow me.”
Charles reached for my hand, but as soon as we made contact, the pressure started building again.
I yanked my palm away from his. “What’s happening to me?”
“You’re going to be fine, lass,” Tarin said. “Trust me.”
Skye MacKinnon; Liza Street. Lullaby of Death: The Lost Siren Book 2 (Kindle Locations 417-468).
This is just the beginning of many unsatisfying meetings with the Queen. The introduction to Savannah was interesting to say the least, and there’s a bit of thievery and a rescue involved in that. Then there’s Malek who it seems Avery is attracted to in spite of their initial meeting. A prophesy told by Queen Moira is expanded on by Avery. Now things must be done, a quest of sorts, in order to save Evermist. In order to accomplish this she needs to get a handle on her powers so they travel to the Siren stronghold. Where we sort of meet her ancestors, and actually meet the folks holding everything together, for her.
From here things escalate quickly and viciously. Lots of action, surprises, and did I mention the sizzling heat, since Avery and her men can’t seem to keep their hands off each other unless they’re fighting…
I really can’t wait for the next book, there are many unanswered questions.
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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.
She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.
When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.
Liza got her start in romance by sneak-reading her grandma’s paperbacks. Now she divides her time between freelance editing and writing books about shifters with fierce and savage hearts.
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