Shackled Souls: The Complete Trilogy
USA Today Bestselling Author
So, what’s my story, you ask? It’s nothing special. Or at least it wasn’t.
You know it’s going to be a bad day when you wake up in the wrong man’s bed, your favorite leather outfit is completely shredded, your best Manolo Blahniks are broken, and your eighty-dollar manicure is ruined.
But would you believe me if I said that’s just the tip of the sh*t storm?
My name is Fiona MacRieve, and I’m a succubus…or I was. I seduced a vampire and we had a fantastic time, until he drained me almost to death. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t forced his blood down my throat thinking it would heal me.
Yeah, it didn’t.
Cause that’s not how I heal.
So not only did I wake up to losing my best outfit, I woke up dead.
Now I’m a vampire and I’m in prison. Some shit you just can’t make up.
But wait, it gets better.
Four guys older than dirt think I’m their fated mate. Yep. Me. The idea that I, vampire succubus or not, am anyone’s mate, much less these four dudes so old I should be accused of grave robbing is so laughable I didn’t think that could be real either.
So, that’s where the story begins, for the rest of it? Well, you’ll just have to read the whole trilogy and for those of you who already know the story, there’s a little extra bonus at the end.
Succubus Chained – Book 1
Fiona is a succubus who had the bad judgement to engage with a hungry vampire. When he thinks he’s killed her he tries to save her and creates the impossible. A Hybrid, An Abomination.
The Vampire Prince sends her to Nightmare Penitentiary, with the intent of her never getting out.
Fiona isn’t drinking the blood they try to feed her, she only feeds when the Warden visits her and she feeds both her succubus nature and the vampire although the later under protest.
Fiona hasn’t asked to be rescued, she has more or less resigned herself to the fact she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Then a ‘guard’ shows up and expects her to just go with him.
This is a favorite scene.
Frustration filled his eyes. “Why are you being difficult?”
Was he for real?
“Um… look around,” I pointed out. “What do you see?”
“You descending to the darkest parts of the penitentiary, where even the most dangerous hunters would be loathe to go.”
“Cool, you run along then.” Dammit, I knew I should have gone up.
He let out aggrieved sigh. “Not without you.”
“I’m here to rescue you.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you say that upstairs instead of getting all monosyllabic and snarly?”
“Because you smell like another man, he’s been all over you.” He tilted my head to the side and then stroked his thumb over my throat. Told you Dorran liked to mark me. “He’s done it recently, too. Are you sure you won’t tell me who?”
“Nope,” I said. “I don’t fuck and tell. Rules of the game.”
Not really, but I didn’t know this guy, and rescue or not, I was not in the mood for this crap.
His lips compressed into a thin line, and he dropped his hand from my throat. When he backed up a single step and gave me room to breathe, I narrowed my eyes. That was an unexpected twist. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a pair of shackles, and I glared at him.
“No.” I was not going in chains.
“You have to,” he said. “I’m a guard. I can get you out if I escort you. But prisoners are not allowed to roam freely.”
“No.” I folded my arms. I was not going to put those on willing.
“I will take them off, Fiona. I promise.” The growl underscoring each syllable didn’t inspire confidence.
“I don’t even know you, why would your promise mean shit to me?”
“My name is Maddox.” He intoned it so formally, like I would recognize him by the moniker alone. Was it like Madonna or Cher? If so, ‘fraid it was lost on me. “I’m here to see you to safety.”
“Define safety,” I challenged. “And why I should believe you just because of your name, which for the record, doesn’t mean anything to me.”
Surprise crystalized in his expression edged by real frustration.
Yeah, I had a gift.
“Woman, I don’t care if you believe me. I’ll carry you out of here kicking and screaming. I can knock you out if I have to.” He dragged my arm out and slammed one of the shackles on. It burned as it snapped around my wrist. “I’m rescuing you whether you want to go or not.”
Why the fuck would I not want to go?
I just wanted to know whether I was going somewhere better or not.
He wrestled me into the second shackle, and I let out a frustrated scream as it closed on my free wrist. They were spelled. The magic in them burned where they rested against my flesh. Dick face— Maddox— stared down as my skin began to blister and smoke.
“That should not be happening.”
That was it.
I was killing him first.
Shackled wrists and all, I clenched my fists together and struck both at his bloody nose.
If I didn’t break it the first time, I was damn well going to break it now. Unfortunately, he caught the slender chain locking my wrists together and hauled my arms up to slam them against the wall before he boxed me against it again.
“Stop fighting me,” he ordered. “The shackles have a spell.”
“The spell is to help us get you out.”
Gritting my teeth against the blistering sensation crawling over my skin and scalding it, I asked, “Who’s us?”
A flash of teeth. “You’ll find out. When you come with me.”
I hated this man.
Alarms began to sound and doors above opened with a clang. His expression turned furious. When he turned that glare on me, I gave him a little shrug. Or at least, as much as I could manage pinned to the wall in his murder bracelets.
Heather Long. Succubus Chained (Kindle Locations 293-328). Kindle Edition.
Things obviously weren’t going as planned and between her bleeding wrists and no answers, Fiona’s temper was rising.
Maddox wasn’t the most diplomatic and with some help from Fin they calm her. It isn’t until the next night that they actually get her away with Rogue’s help. Well Rogue takes off with her so that counts, right?
I love this book, these guys don’t have a clue other than knowing they have to help her transition properly. Fiona has to accept both sides of her nature to survive. It’s the forth in this group, Alfred, who is the turning point in more ways than one.
Plenty of twist and turns, ups and downs, some giggles and plenty of Kindle Melting Sizzle, as we meet and get to know these guys who believe Fiona is theirs.
5 Contented Purrs for Heather!
Succubus Unchained – Book 2
Fiona has been turned, and now purged of the shadow demon by Alfred. While she finds herself having feelings for all the men who have claimed her one way or another, she has only one thought leave.
A party hosted by Alfred gives her the opening she needs, and help comes from someone who definitely loves her enough to give her that freedom.
This is a favorite scene.
When I straddled the back of the snowmobile behind Rogue, I half-expected him to turn us around and bring me back. To trick me in some way. Loyalty, it seemed, existed only between the four of them, with all three deferring to Alfred. To my surprise, though, Rogue had taken me down the mountain and then across the wildly unfamiliar terrain to the edge of a small village before pointing me toward the train depot.
“The minute they realize, they will look at the airlines. You need to make your way to Germany from here.” He handed me a card. “Speak to this man, and only if he is alone. Hand him this card, then tell him the name you wish to be known by. He will prepare the human identification you need.” Then he pressed a second card into my hand. “The pin code is three-four-four-six-two. Repeat it to me.”
I had, but confusion flooded me when I locked gazes with him. With care, he tucked one of my red curls beneath the cap, then brushed his knuckles down my cheek.
“They will look for you.”
“But you won’t?” I didn’t know why I blurted out the question, but I didn’t understand.
“No,” he promised me in a solemn tone. “You have to decide what you want and where you want to be. They think they understand. They don’t.” Cupping my face, he held my gaze. “You need to feed on me before you go.”
I wasn’t hungry.
“Little sváss, you will have to learn to hunt and to have care, to feed both of your natures, and without us there, it will be more challenging for you.”
“I have every faith in you.” He stroked my cheek, roving his gaze over me. “Now… feed.” With that, he slipped his hand to my nape and tilted his head back. We were in the deep shadows of the building. Stepping in to him, I pressed my hands to his chest and then rose up on my tip toes to nuzzle his jaw. The barest of smiles flickered against his lips as I kissed a path down to his pulse point. “Why are you helping me?” I had to ask.
“Because once upon a time, little sváss, I was you. Alfred… you will have to figure that part out on your own. I did as well.” Then he dipped his face, and his lips just barely brushed mine as he continued, “You are always welcome, and if you need me, call.”
“Are you in the phone book?” I couldn’t help the tease. I hadn’t seen my own cell phone in almost two months. Who knew what I had to go back to in Dallas. I doubted my landlord kept my apartment. Fin had indicated it had been cleaned out. Whether it’d been the landlord or Isaac was anyone’s guess.
“Ah,” Rogue answered with almost a wry chuckle, and the sound captivated me. He was always so standoffish and aloof unless he was intent on turning me inside out. Then… I shook off the thought. We didn’t have time for that here or now. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I purchased this last week along with a second one. I programmed my number into it— that would be the second phone.”
“Did you program my number into yours?”
“I told you, little sváss, this is about you deciding. If you need me, call. I will come for you anywhere. On that, you have my word.”
Moisture burned in my eyes, and he went hazy for a moment as I had to blink back the tears.
“Thank you, Rogue.”
“You are welcome,” he said, then gave my nape a gentle squeeze. “But you will feed before you leave me. You will give me this one last obedience so I know I sent you off full and with all that I could.”
Pressing a swift kiss to his lips, I dug my fingers into his shirt. He tipped his head up and back, then I struck. No hesitation. I didn’t want to hurt him, and they’d told me time and again, the swift pierce stung the least. His cock hardened against my belly as the taste of him flooded my mouth. I almost groaned.
I wasn’t hungry, but at the same time, I craved this. The heat. The taste. The essence of him filling me. He massaged my neck as I swallowed again and again. Finally, I pulled back, nuzzling the bite with a few careful licks until the blood no longer trickled.
Tilting my head back, I stared up at him. His pale eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Then, he was just… gone.
They all moved so fast, but this was like one moment there, and the next, he blinked out of existence. I knew he’d run. The snowmobile had been left behind. Hopefully, they wouldn’t hurt him for helping me. I carefully stowed away the phone he’d given me and the cards.
Heather Long. Succubus Unchained: Shackled Souls 2 (Kindle Locations 862-898).
Now back in Texas, Fiona is staying with her friend Elias, a werewolf. He decides she should get out more and takes her to his Alpha’s club. It’s here things get really interesting.
The appearance of Finn, a confrontation between Vampires and Werewolves, and Rogue once again spirits her off.
We get to know a lot more about Finn, Maddox, Rogue and Alfred in this book. Fiona has to come to terms not only with what she is now, but also her feelings for all these men.
A page-turning read with action, suspense, sizzling heat and an ending that will have you begging for more.
5 Contented Purrs for Heather!
Succubus Blessed – Book 3
Fiona has accepted that she is theirs and they are hers but…Don’t lock her up. She wasn’t going to let that prison have her Mage, Fin or her Dragon, Maddox. They didn’t leave her there, she won’t leave them. We jump right into plenty of action, then some sizzle. As they are leaving the prison they are confronted by Cyrus. As Maddox with Fin’s help hides her, they are joined by Alfred and Rogue. I found myself giggling at Fiona’s antics while Alfred and Cyrus converse, but then let a battle begin.
When Fin transports them all back to the Keep, all Fiona wants is a bath and sleep. That’s not all but I do try to keep it clean here.
They obviously have something to discuss with her and they are probably correct in assuming she’s not going to like it.
This is a favorite scene.
“Finish bathing, Hellion, then we’ll take this somewhere more comfortable.” Alfred’s tone suggested there would be a real fight if Maddox or Fin argued with him. Rogue had no such objections. The bathing room was good for her, but between the hot pools and the fire, it was uncomfortable for him after a time.
More surprising than Maddox and Fin accepting Alfred’s unspoken threat was the fact that Fiona didn’t argue. She shifted to move for the soap and the shampoo, and he was forced to leave her hair alone. Instead, he examined his brothers as Fin rose from the water. The marks left on his arms and back had faded significantly, but even the pale pink of them suggested how bad they’d been.
For his part, Maddox looked tired, but he also bristled like his dragon was dangerously close to the surface. To be fair, he and his dragon were more often one in the same, the dragon in the human’s skin and the human in the dragon’s scales. But this was different.
Mating had changed him.
Changed all of them.
There was a peace to Alfred, a resoluteness that had never been there before. His reaction to her disappearance had been profoundly and dangerously quiet. They’d gone after her, and when they hadn’t tracked her immediately, Alfred had simply cleared coven after coven of vampires— all those loyal to the ones allying against them.
Rogue had no objections. They’d gotten out of hand in recent centuries. It was more than time to cull back the worst of the worst. This hadn’t been about culling. It had been about eliminating threats. The other members of the Seven had added a fresh bounty to Fiona’s head. While vampires older than her might still find her a tough target, enough of them could overwhelm and that was not an option.
When she finished washing up and all traces of blood and soot were gone from her skin, Rogue swept a gaze over her as she rose from the water. He wasn’t the only one looking for signs of injury. There was a hint of bruising along one arm and on her hip. No scrapes or broken skin. More, there was no hint of shadow taint on her to mar the shimmer. Even in the warm-lit gloom of the bathing room, she shimmered faintly.
Yes, he’d seen her outside the prison— the pure light she’d radiated and the shadow wings stretching out from her back. Even her deep red hair had taken on a more vibrant sheen, and when she’d looked away for the briefest of moments, her eyes had been purely luminescent, jewels given life.
Not that she hadn’t always been beautiful, because she had. Beautiful. Stubborn. Irritating. She dug in deep, refusing to be dislodged with her hotheaded impetuousness. Now?
Now she was exquisite in a way Rogue couldn’t even begin to define. Fin and Maddox both dressed in the clothes that had been left for them. It was Maddox who held out a robe and wrapped her in it before he scooped her up. She’d rolled her eyes and slapped his chest because she was fine, but he’d only nipped her ear and murmured something that had her laughing before he carried her up with the rest following.
They’d gone to the library, where fires awaited them, along with hot tea and more food. Fiona had only rolled her eyes as Maddox settled in a chair with her in his lap, and the rest dragged seats over to join them. Rogue plucked her away from Maddox when he was distracted and he scowled, but Fiona only wrapped her arms around Rogue and he curled her closer.
When he’d helped her escape, to spread her then metaphorical wings, he’d known where she was. Yes, he’d told her he wouldn’t be able to track her, but he’d known exactly where she would go, just as Fin had. He’d been able to keep his distance and check on her— discreetly— even as Alfred and Maddox had raged at him.
No, this time, he’d had a taste of the cool gray overwhelming his world once again in her absence. He would not willingly return to that half-state. One he hadn’t even realized he’d been living in for so long.
“So,” Fiona said once Fin pressed a mug of tea into her hands and she snuggled back against Rogue. “What did you want to discuss?”
Maddox opened his mouth, but it was Fin who spoke. “The prophecy.”
“Blegh,” she said, her whole face screwing up. “I hate prophecies. I hate anything magic related.”
“You don’t hate me,” Fin teased.
“For the moment,” she snapped back, but the playfulness in her voice pulled a smile from all of them, even Alfred.
Smoothing a hand over Fiona’s abdomen, he drew a light circle against the fabric of her robe. “Little sváss, we need you to listen for a few moments and to hear us on this. While I agree, prophecies can be muddled and, as often as not, vague and open to interpretation, this one very much impacts you.”
She twisted and met his gaze, searching his face for something. The little frown pulled her brows together. “How much does it affect the rest of you?”
“Anything that affects you will have to go through us,” he told her simply, directly, and she let out that little sigh of impatience before making a face.
“Fine. I will listen and do my best to not interrupt. But I refuse to not roll my eyes if I think it’s stupid.”
“Why don’t you like magic?” They’d never asked, and if they wanted her to believe in this prophecy even in as much as to help them with it, then they should know.
Slumping back against him, she made a pained sound, then laughed. “I don’t like magic because witches are the most interfering creatures you’ve ever met. They have a spell for literally everything. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have some very good witch friends. But magic and I? We haven’t always gotten along. You know how they say a hybrid can’t exist?”
She paused and glanced around at all of them, but it was Alfred who merely nodded and said, “They also say I don’t exist, Hellion.”
“Yeah, but they are kind of half-right about you,” she pointed out. “You don’t involve yourself in the world. You stay here, hidden away. You let them come to you so if they don’t, then by that logic, you aren’t a part of their world and thus you don’t exist.”
His mouth opened and then closed as he appeared to consider her words. A laugh worked its way through Rogue, and he wrapped a hand around her nape and turned her again. She met his kiss easily and lightly. Eyes lighting up, literally, Fiona leaned into him and then the tingle of her kiss spread through his whole body, and he wrapped her up tighter.
“And she’s glowing again,” Fin murmured in a low voice. Alfred leaned forward, and even Maddox studied her intently. As aware of them as he was though, Rogue let himself feel her. Something about her wildness had always called to him, from the moment he’d taken her from the prison and brought her to the keep.
The very primal part of her nature summoned his own to the surface— a part of him he’d long believed cut off. It was why he shifted again, something he hadn’t indulged in over countless centuries. She’d done more than just push him, she’d brought him back to life.
Energy hummed off of her, but it was beyond soothing and he found himself wanting to cradle her, shield her light from any breeze that would extinguish it.
“I never expected this,” Alfred said, running a hand over his mouth as he studied her.
That pulled her attention away from Rogue, and he exhaled a long breath. He could have cheerfully forgotten the rest and drowned in the brilliance of her.
“Spill it, boys. You’re starting to freak me out.”
They weren’t. Not yet. But she tried to tease it out of them. Still, when she slid her hand over Rogue’s, he threaded their fingers together.
“There’s a prophecy,” Fin said. “Borne from a vision I had of you… a long time ago. Now, while I agree with you— prophecies tend to be vague and open to interpretation— this didn’t come from just any seer. It came from me.”
That pulled her full interest, and Rogue could practically feel her leaning forward, even if she didn’t shift a muscle. “Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun!”
Her intonation of the musical notes shattered the tension, and Alfred chuckled. The soft laughter carried through the whole library, and Rogue grinned. Maddox and Fin stared at them both like they’d sprouted second heads before they began chuckling, too.
“This isn’t supposed to be funny, Beautiful.” Fin’s argument didn’t hold much weight.
She shrugged. “You’re an incorrigible flirt and you tease me constantly, and then you tell me in this super serious dark and sober voice that this ‘prophecy’ is something uber special because you saw it?”
With a sniff, he nodded. “Exactly.” Then he grinned and another bubble of laughter escaped Rogue. When was the last fucking time he’d been happy?
He didn’t have to see her face to almost feel the way she rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll give this all the seriousness it deserves. What’s the prophecy?”
Fin exhaled, then glanced at each of them before he focused on her. “When the female hybrid is born, the world will change.”
She waited a beat. “It will change?”
“That’s it? The world will change?”
“Hellion,” Alfred began, even as Maddox said, “Kitten—”
But a sound tugged Rogue’s attention. A sound and a ping on the wards.
It was the only warning he had before the first volley slammed into the building, but Rogue had already tumbled her out of the chair and over, shielding her as the explosion of light and sound rocked them.
Heather Long. Succubus Blessed: Shackled Souls 3 (Kindle Locations 923-999).
An attack on the Keep has Rogue fleeing with her through tunnels she didn’t know existed. This leads to an encounter with yet another of the Seven, much to the chagrin of the others. They really do need to get themselves together and stop hiding things from her. Fiona isn’t one to sit back and do nothing. She’s also not going to be caged up ever again.
The Keep, a Castle, and the Island are all sites of altercations. Maddox takes off with Fiona, wanting to protect her from all that’s happening. Of course neither Fiona or the guys are going to let him get away with that.
This book reveals many new things Fiona can do, and there’s a few surprises as well. Plenty of snark, action, some giggles, and sizzle heat kept me turning the pages.
While I’m sorry to say good-bye to these characters this book was truly the perfect ending to this trilogy.
5 Contented Purrs for Heather!
Succubus Scales – Bonus Read
This is a bonus for buying the complete series so I’m not going to say much here.
It’s coming up on their third anniversary and the guys want some time with Fiona away from the twins. To accomplish that they need a babysitter and Wyman is it.
I’m just going to give you this quote from the beginning of the book, it cracked me up.
Whoever said having children was a sign of bliss, never had kids. – Fiona
Heather Long. Shackled Souls: Books 1-3 with Bonus Novella (Kindle Location 9002).
Their getaway leads to some very unexpected things happening, and you will love every second of this Kindle melting read.
I laughed, sniffled a bit and well I had to hydrate from the heat as well!
At the end of this one, Heather asks if we want more in this world, and my answer is a resounding YES!!!
5 Contented Purrs for Heather!
USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.
When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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