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An Origin Tail – The Vampire Detective Book 3.5 by Arizona Tape and Laura Greenwood


An Origin Tail
The Vampire Detective Book 3.5
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Lucy Corentine, Vampire Detective, is content that all the mysteries in her personal life are solved.

Except one. Where did the blind cat delivered to her doorstep come from? A clue left in the box Jester came in leads her to one of her Grandmother’s old friends, and on the search for a secret room.

Can Lucy find the answers she’s looking for, or will she end up sending Jester back where he came from?

NOTE:
An Origin Tail is a happy-ever-after companion story to the Vampire Detective series and is set approximately a year after the events of Fangs For All. It contains minor spoilers for the series, but can be read on its own.

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I read this story as part of the Talons and Tails limited edition anthology. It inspired me to buy the trilogy and read it before reviewing this one.

As this opens, Lucy and William are now married but the vows also included the others in her life, Mika, Watt and Derek. Her cat Jester still prefers anyone but her, so now she’s determined to find out where he came from.

She finds a note that has been overlooked all the times she looked at the box he came in, it’s addressed to her grandmother. In the basement where her grandmother is in her Everwake she reads the note. Doris didn’t sign with a last name so now she has to find out who Doris is. Lucy enlists Mika’s aid in going through her grandmother’s room where they find a bunch of business cards.

This is a favorite scene as they go through them.

I opened a cabinet, coughing as it blew more dust at me. “Anything that might give us a clue to who Doris is.”

She nodded and pulled open a dresser on her side of the room, her hands light and gentle. Respectful. Just watching the way she touched Grandmother’s things, I knew I’d chosen the right person for the job.

After searching through a couple of boxes, I ended up in front of the large closet. Given that Grandmother never mentioned Doris, she must have wanted to keep it a secret and there was only one place where she kept those. In the closet, together with the skeleton. Now I thought about it, that was the only place she could be keeping secrets. It would certainly be where I’d hide them. A skeleton is always a good way to put people off prying too much.

Before I pulled it open, I prepared myself mentally for what I’d find in there. I gathered a deep breath and pulled the two doors open. The wardrobe had a couple of old coats and some formal jackets that were so old, they’d come back into fashion. Probably. I had to admit that I wasn’t very good at keeping up with the trends. Hidden behind the clothes, there was a wooden box with a metal lock.

Carefully, I lifted the box and put it safely on top of the dresser. It rattled slightly but I didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. Daisy.

With her safely put aside, I rummaged through the rest of the closet. It didn’t take me long to get through the contents, but there was nothing of any particular note. Just shoes that had seen better days, an odd umbrella stand that seemed as if it would be more at home in the entrance of the mansion than hidden away in the master bedroom, and a box of old business cards and diaries.

On second thought, the business cards could be useful. And the diaries were in an odd place too. Grandmother kept most of the things like that in her office. I’d already been through a lot of them while trying to find clues to help me bring down Radcliffe.

“Hopefully these will get us somewhere,” I announced, taking the diaries and cards. I didn’t want to stay and disturb the room any longer than needed, so Mika and I went back downstairs to look through the stuff in the living room. The fact that there was less dust in the main room which would mean less of a risk of constant sneezes was only a welcome side effect.

William and Watt were still sitting exactly where I left them, but this time, Watt was reading the newspaper and William was…

I frowned. What was he doing? It looked like he was doing nothing but he’d insisted multiple times nothing was something. Men.

I shook my head. I needed to focus on the mystery I already had to solve, especially because it would no doubt prove easier than demystifying male vampires. They were a strange species at the best of times.

Though they’d probably say the same about me, but that was just their weirdness talking.

I set the box of business cards on the coffee table and sat myself down on the floor. Mika did the same and started to help me spread them out across the table.

A soft smile spread over my face at the sight. I loved her in a different way than I loved the three men in my life, but it was just as strong. She knew things about me in a way that they couldn’t and would often start doing tasks I was thinking about without me voicing them out loud. Perhaps it was her fake-blood-slave training that meant she was good at guessing what people wanted, but I didn’t think so. She’d slipped up in her servitude role often enough for me to get suspicious. This was different. She knew me in the way only someone with a deep emotional connection could.

After five minutes or so, the guys’ curiosity got the better of them. Watt closed his paper dramatically and came to join us, with William hot on his heels.

The four of us worked in comfortable silence to spread the cards out so that we could check them all. It was a shame Derek wasn’t here to make things even more perfect. Then again, he’d probably have started tinkering until he made an invention to sort the cards that ended up blowing up in one of our faces.

Even the thought of it made me smile. There was something endearing about how badly many of his inventions went.

“Elizabeth Von… I don’t even know how to pronounce that,” Watt read from one of the cards. “A lawyer.”

“I’ve got a… Tina.” Mika hummed. “Wow, this is old. It has a fax number on it.”

“Old? Fax is the height of new technology,” I countered.

Mika raised an eyebrow. “No, Lucy, it’s not.”

“It is,” Watt defended me. “They just brought out that machine…”

Mika rolled her eyes. “Vampires,” she muttered. “I hope I’m not like this in another hundred years.”

“If you mean awesome, then I’m sure you will be,” I promised.

“Janice, Jones, Julie… Are these alphabetical?” William inquired as he flipped through the stack of cards closest to him.

“Doesn’t look like it. That would’ve been too easy,” I responded, riffling through more cards. Why were there so many? Grandmother had an address book, it seemed much more practical than this pile of cards we were having to search through.

“What was the name you’re looking for again? Doris… Doris what?”

I shrugged. “No idea, the letter was just signed Doris.” I loved a good mystery that made me work hard to solve it, even if it was bad for my case closing rate.

“I can’t recall any vampire noble named Doris so we should assume she isn’t part of society,” he reasoned.

“Me neither,” I agreed. Though that didn’t mean much. I could be forgetting someone. Or she could be a foreigner.

Doris wasn’t really a continental name, which left Australia or America, both of which were a little big to be searching even with an extended life.

We continued to flick through the cards and journals for a clue to who this mystery cat person was, chattering away about nothing in particular as we did so. It helped soothe some of the tediousness of the task. Not that I’d admit that out loud. As far as I was concerned, everyone was going to think I was having the time of my life.

“Hey, what about this one. Doris Singleton,” Watt chirped, waving a stale card around. “It has a local address.”

He handed me the card and I examined both sides, only to find myself disappointed by the distinct lack of information. All it had was a name and the address. There was a possibility that this wasn’t even the right Doris. But There was only one way to find out and it wasn’t as if we had any other leads.

I smiled. “Who is up for a little road trip?”
Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tape. Talons & Tails: A Limited Edition Urban Fantasy Anthology. An Origin Tail (Kindle Locations 601-655). Kindle Edition.

Doris is a quirky old woman but she wants a favor before she will tell Lucy anything about the relationship with her grandmother. She also has more cats than could possibly be lawful.

This is a fun and enjoyable read. Lucy’s revelation regarding Jester, leads to her not only keeping the cat but something more as well.

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A creator at heart, Ari has always been in love with the idea of turning nothing into something. She wants to conquer the book world with stories that focus on inclusivity and diversity, writing what she likes to read. Whether it’s adventure or romance, dragons and vampires, or princesses and students, there’s something for everyone.

Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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Fangs for All – The Vampire Detective Book 3 by Arizona Tape and Laura Greenwood


Fangs for All
The Vampire Detective Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Arizona Tape & Laura Greenwood

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Having seen the worst the vampire world could offer her, Lucy is more determined than ever to make changes that could save lives. But with mysteries in the house, as well as outside it, she might have bitten off more than she can chew.

Can Lucy trust the people around her?

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At the end of ‘What the Fangs’ there were a couple of discoveries made. A major one that has Lucy going to the Vampire Court, and another is that Mika, the blood slave William bought her, doesn’t have the brand on her neck.

As this book opens Lucy has requested a meeting with the council. She gets one shock after another after she reveals the blood slave auction. They knew about the illegal auctions and have done nothing. A younger member of the court approaches her after and tells her to look into her grandmother’s diaries, he also tells her about blood servants who are tattooed not branded. Although that doesn’t help her since Mika has no mark at all.

We also have almost every one living in the house, William her now true fiancé, Derek and Watson the men she is dating and cares for, and Mika her ‘accidental’ blood slave. All of them are helping her to gather evidence to take down the auctions. Her attempts keep failing because the one in charge of it all has too much power. She needs more evidence and her grandmother’s journals have to provide it.

This is a favorite scene.

I stretched out, letting the covers envelop me. There was something comforting about good bed sheets, and I was going to make the most of them. Between my budding relationships, the oddness surrounding Mika arriving at my house, and the blood slave rings, I had plenty of things that I should be doing today, but that wasn’t going to steal my rest.

A small lump on the bed shifted next to me. Oh, right, Jester. He’d become particularly needy in the last couple of nights. And right now, he was reminding me that I had yet another mystery to solve. Who’d delivered the cat and why? And what was the meaning of a blind cat anyway? I could have sworn my life was complicated enough without being confused by that.

“I see you’re finally awake,” Watt said.

I darted upright, sending Jester rolling down the covers. “Why are you lurking in the doorway?” I demanded.

“I brought you coffee.” He held out a mug as if to prove it. “It’s the kind you like. Brewed to the strength you like…”

“You remember that?” I frowned. Perhaps I should be focusing more on what he was doing in my room, but that could wait.

“I could make myself look good by saying yes, but that’d be a lie.” He moved over and perched on my bed, handing me the mug. “William reminded me when he suggested I brought it up to you.”
“William sent you to my bedroom?” That was a new one. And I wasn’t too sure how we’d gotten here.

Watt shrugged. “I might have told him I have information about your case for you.”

“Watson!” I admonished. “You can’t go lying to my fiancé.”

“Oh, Lucy, you really have a low opinion of me, don’t you?” He reached out and stroked Jester’s head. The cat purred and leaned into him.

I rolled my eyes. Despite the fact he liked to sleep on my bed, the cat seemed to like everyone more than he did me.

“What can I say? Years of being rivals has rubbed off on me.”

“I hate to point it out, Luce, but we’re still rivals,” he teased.

“And yet you’re in my bedroom, promising me the one thing you know will get me to agree to see you.” I took a sip of the coffee, pleased to find he had made it just like I liked. Or William had and gave it to him. I wasn’t sure it mattered. The whole point of our budding relationship was what I’d said to William yesterday, I got different things from each of them, but not because none of them were good enough. It was that I needed more of everything.

“What do you know about Radclyffe?” he asked.

I perked up. “The Elder?” He’d been one of the ones missing from the meeting.

“I don’t know, I’ve never paid much attention to that side of things. You know how they feel about commoners.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You realise I’m an heir, right?” Of course, he knew that. He probably suspected that I was more than that too. Watson wasn’t a fool.

“And the day you take your seat will be a good one in the vampire world.”

“I think that was the day Grandmother took her seat,” I muttered. Which reminded me, I needed to search her office today and find her notes. Hopefully, it would enlighten me on the nuances of blood slavery. And perhaps have some answers about Mika too? I wasn’t sure where she fit into this whole mess.

“She paved the way for you, Lucy. That’s how it works,” Watt pointed out.

“Hmm. Just hurry up and get to the point. What did you find out about Radclyffe?”

He smirked and shook his head. “Your pillow talk needs work.”

“I’ll improve the quality of it when the person on the pillow next to me has earned their place,” I threw back instantly.

He chuckled. “Radclyffe is an odd one. I did some digging on the slave ring you found, and came up blank. But then I went back and looked at the warehouse we were at before, and the one you’re invited to, and both of them are owned by shell corporations.”

“Let’s guess,” I started. “They’re both owned by Radclyffe.”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” Watt announced.

I sighed loudly. “I guess the question is what we can do about it.”

“I guess that meeting him is the first step,” Watt suggested. “Do the Corentine family have a piece of land you can sell? A warehouse would be better, but…”

“You want me to sell a piece of my family’s legacy to this man?” I raised an eyebrow, in a little bit of disbelief over what he was suggesting.

“You won’t actually sell it,” he pointed out. “You’ll just pretend. Have him come around and then you can talk to him about whatever you want. Maybe suss him out a little bit.”

I stroked my chin, pretending there was a beard there for emphasis. Sometimes, it saddened me I wouldn’t be able to grow one in my twilight years. Long, twisty beards always gave older vampires an air of intelligence. “If I take Mika with me, then perhaps he’ll even start something about blood slaves.” Though she didn’t have the brand she should do if she’d come from his ring. That might be a good thing, it might not.

“Would he know William?” Watt asked.

I nodded. “He’s noble, like us. If he doesn’t know William, he knows of William, which will be enough to recognise him.”

“Damn. I was going to suggest I could go with you and pretend to be your fiancé.” He grinned impishly, like he was plotting something.

I shrugged. “You can come as my attaché, or not at all,” I said simply.

Watt blinked a couple of times, trying to process what I’d suggested.

“You’re going to have to explain that to me,” he said eventually.

I shrugged. “Most of the noble vampires have them. It’s not a big deal.”

“I’m not your attaché, Lucy.” It was impossible to read the expression on his face, so I didn’t bother trying.

“Of course you aren’t. Attaché would imply I was doing something outside the confines of my official relationship.” The nuance was a small one, and I imagined that a lot of vampires wouldn’t understand it. But it didn’t matter so long as mine did.

“Hmm.” He reached out and gave Jester a scratch. The cat pushed his head into Watson’s hand, urging the man to continue showing that amount of affection.

“I promise, Watt, I don’t feel that way about you.” I set my coffee down and let the bed sheet fall away from me so I could reach out and take his hand. I gave it a squeeze.

“It’s not me, it’s vampire society,” he said with a wink.

I chuckled. “Exactly. Don’t you just hate vampire society?” I joked.

“You have no idea,” he muttered darkly, before getting up and leaving the room. All right then, it seemed that our conversation was over for now. That was good to know.

“I guess I’ll organise a meeting with Radclyffe then?” I called after him.

I was fairly certain I heard him call back a yes, but I wasn’t sure about it. I guessed I’d just go along with the plan and pretend I knew what I was doing.

That method had got me through one hundred and twenty-five years of life, I was sure it would get me through more.

Hopefully.
Tape, Arizona; Greenwood, Laura. Fangs For All (The Vampire Detective Book 3). Kindle Locations (315-372). Twin Souls Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Things start heating up rather quickly after Lucy confronts Radclyffe. From one rejected Court appearance to a second, the man has too much power.

I love the way this plays out, Lucy has far more power than she’s letting on. She has her chosen family of William, Derek, Watson and Mika to support her every move.

I laughed, cried and enjoyed every single up and down. Now to read about Jester.

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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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A creator at heart, Ari has always been in love with the idea of turning nothing into something. She wants to conquer the book world with stories that focus on inclusivity and diversity, writing what she likes to read. Whether it’s adventure or romance, dragons and vampires, or princesses and students, there’s something for everyone.

Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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What the Fangs – The Vampire Detective Book 2 by Arizona Tape and Laura Greenwood


What the Fangs
The Vampire Detective Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Arizona Tape & Laura Greenwood

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When she started her investigation, the last thing Lucy expected was to end up with an illegal slave in her kitchen, and a stirring hunger for blood. And that doesn’t even take into account the childhood-friend-turned-rival PI, the stubborn fiancé, or the eccentric inventor she has to deal with.

With the mystery deepening with each new discovery, Lucy uncovers a vampire underworld she never knew existed. All she has to do is decide whether she wants to be a part of it, or if she should help take it down.

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At the end of the end of ‘Fangs for Nothing’ Lucy received a present from William, a present she is not happy about. A blood slave he’d ordered while trying to one up Derek, before they reconciled that situation.

This books starts right at that point and she’s lying in wait for William with Jester in her lap. She more than a little pissed off and it shows.

This is a favorite scene.

The door opened and William stepped inside. Good. It was him.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I said in the most menacing tone I could come up with.

He flinched, before relaxing slightly. “Blood clots, Lucy, you scared me.”

“That was the idea,” I mused. Jester hissed and finally freed himself from my grasp.

Alright then. At least he’d stayed for my big reveal.

“Why are you sitting in the dark acting like a Bond villain ?” he asked, a bemused note entering his voice.

“Pfft, please. Bond villains have nothing on me,” I countered.

“That doesn’t answer the question,” he pointed out.

“Alright then, how about I answer with a question of my own. Like, I don’t know, why the fangs is there a blood slave in my bedroom?” I rose to my feet and closed the distance between us, making sure a strict annoyed expression stayed plastered on my face.

William’s eyes widened. “Oops.”

“Oops?” I squeaked without meaning to. “Oops just doesn’t cover it, William. Why the fangs did you think I would want a blood slave? Do I seem like the type who wants anything to do with such an archaic practice?” Not to mention one that was so barbaric. In the past, blood slaves were just that. Slaves. Ones who would die by sustained blood loss.

Or by their master going a little overboard and draining them dry. Either or.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

I blinked a couple of times. He hadn’t been thinking? How the fangs was that possible?

“Do you have one?” I whispered, dreading the answer. If he thought this was the kind of gift that was okay, then I had to question other parts of his integrity.

“No, of course, I don’t…”

“Then why get me one?”

“I don’t know. I’d had a few too many gin and tonics and it seemed like a good idea. Nothing I could give you could live up to the presents Derek was sending.” He waved towards the piles of boxes that I still hadn’t opened.

“So you went from coffee filters to blood slave in a couple of drinks?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Wow. I may need to take away your credit card next time you drink.”

“Maybe,” he admitted.

“What do we do with her now?” I asked.

“Send her back?”

I scoffed. “I’ve seen the adverts, William. A blood slave isn’t just for Christmas, you know.” I rubbed a hand over my face. How had I gotten myself into this situation? “Besides, I thought you were okay with me dating Derek?”

I certainly hoped he still was or we were going to have an awkward conversation about how I’d agreed to pay Derek for services rendered.

“I am. But I ordered her before we talked.”

“Ah. Not only did you order me a blood slave, but you passive aggressively ordered her.”

“Yes.” He shuffled back and forth, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Good. He should be.

“What do we do with her?” I asked, glancing over to the staircase.

“Where is she?”

“Where do you think she is? Still kneeling on my bedroom floor, the poor woman probably needs the bathroom, but I can’t very well let her move or do anything or I’ll claim ownership of her, and I don’t want that.”

“How do you know proper blood slave etiquette?” He cocked his head to the side.

“You’ve met my mother.” I thought that explained well enough.

“She supports blood slaves?” He seemed alarmed, which was amusing given what he’d done to support the blood slave industry.

“Not openly. But let’s face it, she probably has some.” And they were probably young men with more muscles than sense. “Does the woman upstairs know what she’s supposed to be doing for me?” A shudder rippled down my back even as I said it. The idea of using someone for that just didn’t sit right with me. The last thing I wanted was to kill someone.

“I think so. I don’t really remember.”

“I swear to Dracula, if you didn’t check she was ethically sourced, William, you are going to find yourself locked in a room full of garlic with the curtains open,” I threatened.

“You realise that would do no damage whatsoever?”

I threw my hands up in the air, done with him. “I know that, I’m a vampire too remember.”

“I did, that’s why I got you a blood slave.”

“I hope you checked she was B positive,” I muttered darkly. Even if I wasn’t going to actually use her as a blood slave, it would sting if he’d forgotten.

“I assume so…”

“Just how many gin and tonics did you have?” I shook my head.

“You know the bottle of Hendricks you had in the larder?”

“The full one?” I prompted, seeing where this was going.

“I wouldn’t call it full anymore,” he admitted sheepishly.

“And what would you call it?”

“Empty.”

I sighed loudly. “Oh, William, William, William, what am I going to do with you?”

“Marry me?”

Despite myself, I let out a small chuckle. “One day, but not yet.”

“Too many dates to go on first?” He winked at me.

“Stop trying to distract me from the fact you bought a blood slave,” I reprimanded. “You can’t get out of trouble that easily.”
Tape, Arizona; Greenwood, Laura. What The Fangs (The Vampire Detective Book 2). Kindle Locations (61-104). Twin Souls Publishing. Kindle Edition.

That’s just the beginning of this hilarious and intriguing tale. She goes on a date with Derek and finds he isn’t the one sending her all those ‘gifts’ that are piling up in her living room. They decide to go back to the house and see what’s in them. So not what she expected and William and Derek are getting along very well. She still has to find that darn watch and in her pursuit of that she runs into Watson again. Just what she needs more complications.

I certainly didn’t expect the twist this one took or the ending. I can’t wait for all of this to be solved.

5 Contented Purrs for Arizona and Laura!

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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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A creator at heart, Ari has always been in love with the idea of turning nothing into something. She wants to conquer the book world with stories that focus on inclusivity and diversity, writing what she likes to read. Whether it’s adventure or romance, dragons and vampires, or princesses and students, there’s something for everyone.

Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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Fangs for Nothing – The Vampire Detective Book 1 by Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tape


Fangs for Nothing
The Vampire Detective Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
&
Arizona Tape

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When vampire, Lucy, is finally hired to do some proper private investigating, she uncovers a plot far deeper than she expected…and far more dangerous. If she doesn’t figure it out, vampires as a species could end up exposed. That’s if she doesn’t accidentally reveal them first.

And as if going on a date wasn’t stressful enough, Lucy’s Noble fiancé has made a reappearance, and he’s brought a rather distasteful present with him.

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This book opens with Lucy having a phone conversation with her sort of fiancé William Williamsbourgh III. The conversation appears to be routine for them, he asks if she’s coming home soon, followed by is she ready to marry him yet. Apparently he was a day late in asking and she’s still holding it against him almost a hundred years later. While that’s not a bad start to her day it’s about to go downhill. First her blood supply is the wrong type and she’s paying too much for that to happen, followed by a mysterious caller with a riddle, then a package is delivered out of nowhere. As she debates the possible contents she lists some of Williams gifts. I started giggling and really didn’t stop for a while. The package contained one very quick fur ball of black cat.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

What was I supposed to do with his gift? Bring it inside? Leave it on the porch? Pretend I never got it?

All viable options…

“Meow,” the box exclaimed, rattling a little.

“What the fangs?” Carefully, I poked the cardboard, earning another meow. Was it a meowing head? A cat bomb?

Too curious for my own good, I crouched down and peeled the security tape away. A ball of fur jumped up and shot into the house like a black flash.

“For real?” Already exhausted with the situation, I shut the door and followed the cat inside. I didn’t want a pet, let alone a cat. I was perfectly fine without a hairy animal occupying my seat and ruining my sleep. If I wanted that, I could just take a husband. Those were just a little more favourable than cats.

“Here, kitty, kitty.” I rolled my eyes, looking under the couches and chairs for the little devilish fiend. “Come out, come out, so I can murder you.”

I shuffled through the house on hands and knees, trying to locate the intruder. There were just so many dark nooks and corners, it was impossible to find a black ball of fur.

If this was William’s idea of a good gift, he really didn’t know me at all.

Maybe I should just tell him that now instead of crawling around like an animal. Yes, that was a good idea.

Patiently, I let the rotary dial of my old-fashioned spin to combine the phone number that my “fiancé” had had for the last century.

“William Williamsbourgh speaking, how may I help you?”

“Why did you send me a cat?”

“And a good day to you too, Lucinda.”

“I hate cats, you know this.”

The deep voice chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. There was no denying he had an effect on me, even when he was pissing me off.

“I’m serious, William.”

“I didn’t send you anything…” Silence. “Apart from the telephone booth, but that one is still going through customs. I special ordered it.”

“I don’t need a telephone booth,” I sighed, slapping my forehead.

“Are you sure? Your mother told me you were using an old-fashioned device. I thought this was an upgrade.”

“You talked to my mother!?” I exclaimed.

“You know Georgina and I get together every month for bridge soirées. You know this. You should really come and join. It’s tradition.”

“Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people, William,” I groaned, wishing both him and my mother could just disappear for a day or two to give me some peace. Between the two of them, it was impossible to have a life. Which was one of the reasons I finally moved out of the family home and into Grandmother’s Manor.

Annoyed, I doodled little tornados on the notepad next to my phone. It was supposed to be for penning down serious inquiries, but I hadn’t really gotten many of those. Especially not with William hogging the line.

“So, you didn’t send me the cat?” I asked, wanting to clarify this matter. Someone delivered this feral thing to my door and I wanted to know who it was.

“No, I did not. Do you have another suitor I don’t know about?” he asked, his voice lowering even more.

“Unlikely,” I scoffed.

“What about your friend Derek?” he asked, sounding more amused than jealous.

“You know I don’t have time to date other people.”

“Does that imply you’re dating me?”

I chuckled. “Goodbye, William.”

“Always a pleasure.” Amused, I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. If he kept this up, I wouldn’t have it in me to keep shooting his marriage proposals back. It was good that I was a girl of principles or I’d long be Lucinda Corentine-Williamsbourgh, the third, I might add.

I retreated back to the living room, following the hissing sound of my newest companion. So if William hadn’t sent it, who had? And what was with the weird riddle from before? Four legs and no eyes?

It seemed ominous but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun. That was just in the eye of the beholder and as it were, my eye was made to spy.

With a grin, I grabbed my badge from the dresser and held it up. “PI Lucy is on the case.”
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We meet her friend Derek, the one William had referred to as someone she might be dating. Then a friend of William’s shows up in the middle of the night wanting her help to find a watch.

It’s that case that is going to open up a whole can of worms and also has her working with a childhood friend Watson Xavier Smith.

There’s a lot going on in this book and it’s so much fun. I laughed out loud many times especially where William and either Derek or Watson were involved. Lucy is certainly in over her head.

It’s the ending of this book that had me immediately buying the next one. Oh my!

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Tiger Queen – Saber Woods Academy Book 3 by Laura Greenwood


Tiger Queen
Saber Woods Academy Book 3
By
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Laura Greenwood

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The Shifter Court is a mess, and there’s only one way I can fix it.

The more time passes, the more obvious it becomes that I need to take the throne and become the Shifter Queen, even if it means unseating my mother.

But with Magnus and my friends by my side, it might be possible.

I hope it isn’t too late to make a difference to the shifters the crown has failed.

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At the end of the last book Kayla realizes she has to get her mother out of the position of Queen. The problem is she has no idea how to do it. First she’s going to need support. She does have that from Magnus, Demi and Jeremy but she needs a larger support group if she’s going to pull this off.

Richard Forrest is her best bet, but she has to convince him. Magnus accompanies her to this very important meeting.

This is a favorite scene.

“What I want to discuss with you can’t leave this room,” I say with as much authority as I can muster. Which isn’t much. It’s hard to feel like I’m an authority when I’m sitting across from a distinguished businessman. Unlike some of Mother’s advisers, I don’t feel like I’m better than him just because I was born as a tiger and not something else. I had no choice in that, and neither did he. It’s not possible for me to be superior because of it.

“You have my interest,” Forrest admits.

It isn’t new information. He wouldn’t have given me the appointment if he didn’t think I had something worthwhile to say, “I believe the two of us share a cause.”

“You’re the Shifter Heir.”

“So?”

“I hardly think you’re going to share a cause with someone campaigning to abolish the institution you’re a part of,” he points out, voicing what I’ve already been considering as part of the problem.

He isn’t wrong about it.

“Just because we don’t agree on the method, doesn’t mean we can’t agree on the desired outcome. You want equality and a place where all shifters can have their say in the way our community is run. I want that too.”

“But?” he prompts.

“I don’t think abolishing the monarchy is the way to do it.”

He leans back in his chair and presses his fingers together. “I see.”

I press my nails into the palm of my hand in an attempt to centre myself. He may not be sounding very convinced right now, but that’s because I’m barely getting started.

“I know that it may seem contrary to what you want, but I think we can make it work. By keeping the monarchy, it’ll ensure that there isn’t too much change at once and we’ll be able to roll things out in the most successful way possible, ensuring we reach as many shifters as possible and change things quickly.”

“I can see some advantages in doing it that way,” he admits slowly. “But a lot of my support has been gained from such a drastic stance.”

“I understand that. But presumably, most of the shifters have specific problems with the monarchy, rather than a dislike of the association as a whole?”

“I believe that’s the case,” Forrest agrees. “But without talking to them, it would be impossible to be sure.”

“Which is why I’d want you to do just that. If I have a clear list of the concerns that face the shifter population, especially those who aren’t part of the unofficial elite, then I can figure out a plan of action to deal with them. It will take time, and we’ll have to prioritise, which is where you’d come in by guiding me towards the most important issues.”

“Hmm. It’s tempting,” Forrest admits. “But I can see several issues.”

“The Queen being one of them?” I guess.

He raises an eyebrow, probably not having expected me to say something that implies Mother isn’t doing a good job as the current ruler of the shifters.

He clearly doesn’t know her very well if he thinks that.

“If I may be blunt, she isn’t going to approve any of the changes we propose.”

“No, she won’t.”

His surprise is even more visible this time. I suppose I can understand that. I’m not just saying these things as the Shifter Heir, but as the daughter of the current Shifter Queen.

“That’s the other thing I need from you and your movement,” I start. “I need you to support me in deposing the Queen.”

Silence falls between us as my words sink in.

“You want to remove her from her position?”

“As you said yourself, she isn’t going to approve any of the changes you want. Nor is she going to approve anything I suggest.” And if she’s to be believed, she’s going to do everything possible in order to remove me from the little power I do have. Part of what I’m planning is self-preservation, but that’s not something I’m going to tell Richard Forrest.

“I don’t doubt that. She’s not a fan of me already.”

“Didn’t she give you a title?” Magnus asks, speaking for the first time since the conversation started.

Forrest chuckles. “I don’t think I’d be out of line to say that I think my title was given to me as a bribe.”

“You’d be exactly right,” I mutter. “I was in the meeting where they arranged it. I did try to stop it…”

Forrest raises an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting thing for you to admit to.”

“Your receptionist referred to you as Mr Forrest, and you don’t seem particularly enamoured with your new position. I think it’s safe to admit the truth about the situation.”

“Astute observations,” he responds. “I don’t see any advantage of using the title, so haven’t adapted it in my work life. It costs more to replace all of the business cards and listings than is worth it.”

I nod, completely understanding where he’s coming from. I’d be annoyed at something that ended up costing me instead of actually being an advantage.

Forrest leans back in his chair and studies me, an interesting expression on his face, almost as if he’s impressed by me. “So, how do you plan on removing the Queen?”

“That part of the plan is none of your concern.” Mostly because I haven’t come up with it yet, but that isn’t something he needs to know.

“What do you need from me, then? I can’t imagine you’d reveal what you’re planning without good reason.”

I take a deep breath. “I need to know that you’ll support my bid for Queen once the situation is dealt with.”

“Interesting. And in exchange, you’ll allow me and my faction to have an input into policy?”

“Yes.”

“Mmhmm.” He nods, but I can’t tell whether or not he’s going to agree to help me or not. “How can I know you’re going to hold up your end of the deal?”

Perhaps I should have suggested he recorded this meeting after all. But it would be dangerous to have all of our voices on tape, even if I don’t want to fully admit it.

“We can make a verbal agreement,” I suggest, but even as I say the words, I realise they don’t quite cut it.

From Forrest’s face, he doesn’t think so either.

This is going to be a problem if we’re not careful. I need Forrest on my side if I’m going to make this work, none of the advisers are going to support me over Mother as it stands, not when she’s the one who gave them power in the first place. And why would they trust an eighteen-year-old who has only been in politics for a few months over the person who has been in power for most of their life? If I was in their position, I’d be the same.

“What if there was a contract?” Magnus suggests. “Between the two of you and outlining the details of your agreement.”

I nod, despite my reservations. It’s dangerous to put that much information onto paper, but I suspect this is going to be the only way Forrest will agree. It’ll be easy enough to tell people that my signature is forged if it’s discovered before everything happens. And I have no intention intention of going back on my end of the deal when I’m in a position to uphold it otherwise.

“That could be arranged,” Forrest says. “But I would need time to put feelers out to see how the people relying on me are going to respond to this. I’ll be in touch when I’ve had the necessary conversations.”

“Thank you.” I rise to my feet, sensing the meeting is over. I suspect we’ve gotten as much out of this as we’re able to.

But that’s fine. We got what we came for. I didn’t expect Forrest to suddenly start giving me everything I want straight away. Just the fact he’s thinking about it is good enough for now.
Greenwood, Laura. Tiger Queen (Sabre Woods Academy Book 3). Kindle Locations (325-387). Drowlgon Press. Kindle Edition.

While that’s fine and dandy, Kayla still needs a valid reason to dispose of her mother. That reason comes in a very interesting way at a formal banquet.

Serena, her mother’s favorite, isn’t happy with the queen’s latest request of her. Now Kayla has to figure out if it’s enough to turn her.

A short satisfying read, with intrigue and romance.

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The Dryad’s Pawprint – Paranormal Council Book 1 By Laura Greenwood


The Dryad’s Pawprint
Paranormal Council Book 1
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Laura Greenwood

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Panther-shifter, Kemnebi Davis, lives a normal life as an accountant until he’s called before the Shifter Council. Unknown to the shifter community, the Council needs help; and the only way for that to happen is for Kem to marry the daughter of one of the Nymph Council. Except there’s one problem; Lia. The woman who has been occupying Kem’s thoughts since a chance meeting a year ago…

Xylia Dentro has a secret. One that she’s managed to keep from her father and sister for nearly a year. But when she encounters the man who started it all, she can’t deny the pull she feels towards him; despite everything that’s standing in their way…

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Ever since a one night stand a year ago, Kem has been looking for the woman he was with that fateful night. All he knows is her first name, Lia. He’s been called to appear before the Council and he’s nervous. He’s surprised he’s on their radar at all but when he discovers what they want from him, he’s angry. Marrying someone other than his true mate isn’t something he wants to do. The politics involved here make it impossible for him to refuse unless he finds his true mate, so he will think about it.

He’s also to attend a reception to meet Aella the leader of the Dryad’s daughter. Let’s just say that doesn’t go so well when he calls Aella, Lia. While her father didn’t hear it she did and now she’s angry and uninterested. Kem does however discover that Lia is here and is most likely the Dryad’s other daughter.

Lia knows she has to leave quickly, she finds herself getting angry and that’s not a good thing. She’s had a bit of a problem since her encounter with Kem a year ago, she can shift into a panther.

Kem is able to track her down the meeting is both joyful and sensuous. Now he has to explain it all to the council.

This is a favorite scene.

“How can we help you Kemnebi?” Arabella asked through a bemused smirk. He had a feeling that, despite first impressions, she was the most likely to be sympathetic.

“I can’t marry Aella,” he blurted out. He’d intended to make a much smoother argument, but the only thing he could focus on was the memory of being with Lia last night.

“What?” A hiss came from one of the other men on the council. He was sat over the left and, reluctantly, Kem turned to look at him. If his voice hadn’t conveyed his annoyance, then his appearance certainly did. His eyes were glowing a strange yellow colour, with black slits in the centre. Kem gulped nervously. Despite being an alpha male, this man had him on the back foot, and not just because of his position of power within shifter society. Until that moment, Kem had always thought that the fabled reptile shifters were just a myth, and yet, this man was clearly one of them. Though Kem wouldn’t want to take a guess at what the man became when he shifted.

“I can’t marry Aella Dentro,” he repeated, with more certainty this time. “At last night’s reception, I found my mate.” Kem was sure that he could have heard a pin drop as the five Council members let that sink in. Mates were growing rare, and many shifters went their entire lives without finding theirs. Instead, most shifters just married, sometimes for love and sometimes for power, but it all paled in comparison to the bond between mates.

“Who?” the large man who he’d walked in on with Arabella asked gruffly. Kem made a mental note to discover the rest of the Council’s names at some point, though they too were shrouded in secrecy; another archaic rule as far as Kem was concerned. He was surprised that Arabella’s name had been let slip so easily.

“I believe it’s Aella’s sister, Lia.” He swallowed nervously, a lot was riding on how this meeting went. To his surprise, the other woman left her seat and walked towards him. In the light, he could see just how pale she was, verging on completely white. Instead of making her look sickly, it gave her an ethereal look, almost like the one elves had. But that couldn’t be right, if she was sitting on the Shifter Council then she had to be at least a third-generation shifter. Yet another outdated rule, especially in an age where paranormals interacted with each other on a daily basis. The woman walked around Kem slowly, making him feel uncomfortable. He shifted from foot to foot, but otherwise held as still as possible.

“He smells different,” she said suddenly, causing the other Council members to nod, looking deep in thought as they did. “He doesn’t smell of dryad though. Shifter maybe.” She wrinkled her nose in a gesture that came across as surprisingly feminine.

“I doubt Aella’s sister is a shifter.” The final member of the Council spoke for the first time.

“They are different though,” Arabella mused. “The Nymph Council made their case that Aella, as the only storm nymph, should be the one offered in marriage. That means Aaron’s other daughter would be different.”

“Still a nymph though,” the man pointed out and got a withering look from Arabella for his trouble. There was little doubt in Kem’s mind that she was the one in control.

“Is this the first time you’ve met this woman?” She turned back to him and unable to speak, Kem just shook his head. A rustle came from behind Arabella, and she turned absentmindedly took a sheet of paper from one of the Council clerks. All eyes turned to her as she read, and her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you.”

“What is it?” The large man looked at Arabella with a hint of softness in his eyes, but was quick to cover it up, and it was unlikely that anyone other than Kem had picked it up.

“It’s confirmation on the names of Aaron’s daughters; Aella and Xylia.” She gave Kem a slight smirk, which made him feel like she was actually on his side.

“Why can Nathalie smell shifter then?” the quiet man asked, more curious sounding than confrontational.

“I suspect that something has happened between them before, and it’s possible that they started the mating process already.”

“But I didn’t…” He was about to say bite her, and while that was true, she had bit him last night, maybe it meant more than he’d suspected it did.

“Maybe not, but you didn’t need to.” Arabella looked at him sympathetically. “A bite, from either party, seals the mating, but all that needs to happen for the process to start is for the two mates to meet.” She threw a quick glance at the large man, before looking back to Kem.

“So, what of voiding the marriage contract with Aella?” He aimed his question directly at Arabella this time, instead of at the room in general.

“In the eyes of the Council that was done from the moment it was confirmed you were mated. However, I believe that you will be required to explain the situation to Aaron Dentro.” That wasn’t a conversation that Kem relished the idea of, but then again, if it smoothed the way for him to be with Lia then it would be completely worth it.

“Thank you,” he injected as much sincerity into the word as he could, not wanting the Council to think that he was ungrateful for their decision.

“You’re welcome.” He turned to leave, but she called out to him again, “Kem, not a word of what’s happened here today.” He met her eyes and saw a brief plea that told him she wasn’t just talking about the Council meeting itself when she said that.

“Of course.” She nodded once, relief flooding her features. But Kem couldn’t bring himself to care. He had more important things to worry about, like how to tell Aaron that he’d already mated with his daughter, and that it wasn’t to the one he actually wanted married off.
Greenwood, Laura. The Dryad’s Pawprint (Paranormal Council Book 1). Kindle Locations (385-430). Drowlgon Press. Kindle Edition.

There’s a lot more to this than meets the eye and I loved every minute of this book. It’s a short satisfying read with plenty of fun, laughter, conflict and sizzle.

I will be continuing this series in the near future.

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Tiger Throne – Sabre Woods Academy Book 2 By Laura Greenwood


Tiger Throne
Sabre Woods Academy Book 2
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Laura Greenwood

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I’m the Shifter Heir. I never thought I’d say those words, but now it’s irrefutable. I won the Shifter Trials and now my mother has to recognise me as her heir.

But things aren’t as they seem in the Shifter Court. And keeping up with my studies while trying to stay on top of my duties is harder than I thought it was going to be.

And that’s without throwing Magnus into the mix. He’s a complication I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for.
But now I know fated mates aren’t real, maybe I should give in to what he’s suggesting…

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Kayra is now the shifter heir, much to her mother’s dismay. As such she now has many demands being made on her with duties at Shifter Court as well as her studies. An interesting development at the beginning of this book is her mother introduces her to her ‘fated mate’ Jeremy.

Interesting because in the last book she was trying to let Magnus down easy by telling him he wasn’t her fated mate. That’s when Kayra found out that fated mates are a fairy tale only found in stories.

Her mother doesn’t approve of Magnus even though he’s from the same family as her preferred choice of heir the one that now never will be. There’s also a lot of other things going on behind the scenes. Unwittingly her mother directs her to be present at a meeting where actual decisions are made about ruling. While she’s surprised it’s comprised of only male cat shifters, she didn’t expect to be totally disregarded. When the discussion of giving the title of Marquis to Richard Forrest to possibly quell his movement to abolish the monarchy, she tries to to argue a title shouldn’t be given without property behind it. Only to be overruled and the vote taken to approve it and set the ceremony and ball in his honor for the coming weekend.

This would be Kayra’s first ball as heir and she wants Demi and Magnus there for support. What she didn’t know is that her mother has arranged for Jeremy to escort her into the ball and dance the first dance with her.

This is a favorite scene when she sees Magnus’ reaction.

The cool air of the gardens hits me as I leave the ballroom and follow him down the concrete steps towards the small lake.

“Magnus, wait, please?” I beg.

To my surprise, he stops and turns to face me. Not that it’s much comfort when he’s glaring at me like that.

I barely have a moment to register how good he looks in the smart tuxedo. It only makes me wish I was dancing with him even more, and despite the fact he’s angry with me.

“Why did you storm out?” I ask, hurt coming through my words even if I don’t intend it to.

“You know why,” he says darkly.

“No. I don’t. If I did, I wouldn’t be asking you about it,” I point out. I’m not sure why that’s tripping him up. It’s fairly obvious, even to me.

“You told me you didn’t want to pursue what was between us because you didn’t have the time.”

I frown, confused at what he’s getting at. “And that’s true. Have you seen this event? I’m expected to come to things like this every couple of weeks. Not to mention the meetings, ceremonies…”

“But you came here with another guy.”

My jaw drops open.

Ah.

That’s the problem.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Jeremy isn’t my choice.”

“You didn’t even tell me about him, Kayra. I thought you were telling me everything that went on here.”

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I didn’t tell you because there was nothing to tell.”

“Then why is he escorting you to a ball?” Magnus snaps.

Tears prick my eyes, but I blink them away. I’m more annoyed than anything. I understand it can’t have been nice for him to watch us dance, but I didn’t want or ask for it. It’s not my fault.

“I didn’t know he was until about a minute before we entered the ballroom. Mother sprang it on me.” I don’t bother keeping the bitterness out of my voice. He knows how I feel about all of this.

“You could have asked me to escort you.” The pain in his voice lances right through me.

“If I’d known I needed an escort, I would have,” I promise. He needs to know how I feel.

I reach out and touch the wish bracelet around my wrist. I need him to know how much I want him.

The urge to kiss him and show him how I feel rises within me, but I resist. Now isn’t the right time for that. Especially if he’s mad at me. I can’t use kisses as a way to end arguments. It isn’t fair to either of us.

“I wish you’d told me.”

“I wish I had too,” I admit. It would have made things so much easier if he’d even known about Jeremy’s existence. But I was a fool and didn’t want to make things more complicated than they had to be. Especially when I do want things to go further with him at some point. I take a deep breath. “I didn’t tell you because I was still angry about it. And a little in denial.”

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, he chuckles. “Denial sounds the most likely. Do you want to sit?” He waves to a stone bench.

I nod, glad to hear he still wants anything to do with me.

I move my skirts into the most comfortable position possible. Not that it means much. I’m not sure whether the dress is meant to be a torture device, or if it’s just badly designed, but if I have any say in it, my next formal outfit will be a lot easier to move in.

Magnus sits down beside me and sighs loudly. “So, Jeremy?”

“There’s not much to tell,” I admit. “Mother called me here to tell me he’s my suitor. I told her no. She then said your family wasn’t good enough. Which is…I have no words for that.”

“You told your mother you thought I was a potential suitor?”

My cheeks heat. Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that. But not talking about things is what got me into this situation in the first place. It’s probably better that things are out in the open.

“Yes. But that isn’t the point.” I fill him in on the rest of what’s gone on between me and Jeremy. Not that it’s much, and it certainly isn’t anything to worry about. But I get where he’s coming from and as I talk about it, I find myself wishing I’d told him in the first place.

“So, you don’t have any feelings for him?”

“Of course not. I barely know him. He seems pleasant enough, but you might be surprised to learn that’s not all I look for in someone.”

“I should hope not.”

“But I don’t think Mother is going to let this one go very easily. She’s still using the words fated mate with me.”

“Doesn’t she realise people will have told you the truth by now?” he asks.

I shrug. “Honestly, I don’t think she thinks about me all that much.”

He sighs. “I should get back to the academy,” he says.

“You’re not going to stay?” Disappoint wells up within me. I wanted to dance with him.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he responds. “I don’t want to have to watch you with Jeremy, even if I know there’s nothing between you.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Okay. But I promise I won’t let this happen again.” Partly because I don’t want to be blindsided like this again. It wasn’t nice. But Jeremy says he’ll help me as much as he can with knowing about these things. I have to hope it’ll be enough.

He nods and gets to his feet. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“With the best part leaving? Definitely not.”

His smile is forced, like things aren’t completely right between us yet. But that’s probably because our fight is still so fresh. It’s odd how comfortable I feel being honest with him. Or maybe it’s just right that’s the case.

I watch him go. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I want to spend more time with him. Or better yet, enter a ball on his arm and dance like I did with Jeremy.

One day.

Hopefully soon.

But for now, I need to go back to the ball before Mother gets even angrier with me. Besides, I want to find Richard Forrest if I can. I think we’ll have some interesting things to talk about.
Greenwood, Laura. Tiger Throne (Sabre Woods Academy Book 2). Kindle Locations (585-632). Drowlgon Press. Kindle Edition.

Knowing that a title isn’t going to change Richard Forrest’s mind about the monarchy, Kayra takes it upon herself to speak with him at the ball. The meeting arranged by Demi who is friends with his daughter.

As things with Magnus take a turn toward the romantic, Jeremy becomes a surprise ally.

With plenty of twists and turns, some frustration caused by her mother and a decision that will change everything.

I can’t wait for the next book Tiger Queen, releasing August 19th

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Tiger Crown – Sabre Woods Academy Book1 by Laura Greenwood


Tiger Crown
Sabre Woods Academy Book 1
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Laura Greenwood

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I’ve spent my entire life being passed over by the Shifter Queen. Which wouldn’t be a big deal, except she’s my mother.

Now she’s finally let me come to the foremost academy for big cat shifters, Sabre Woods, I’m hoping to find some independence. If only I wasn’t plagued by my rival for the title of Shifter Heir.

All I need to do is get through the first few weeks without accidentally challenging someone to the Shifter Trials. That should be easy…right?

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Tiger Crown is book one of the Sabre Woods Academy series. It is a paranormal academy with shifters and a slow burn m/f romance.

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Kayra Herrity is finally attending Sabre Woods Academy. She’s the Shifter Queen’s daughter and up until her mother refused permission. Kayra isn’t sure why her mother changed her mind but she’s very glad to finally have the opportunity to learn at the prestigious Academy. In spite of being an only child, Kayra hasn’t been named heir. The leadership of the shifters is not a hereditary post and the reigning monarch can choose someone outside the family as heir.

It’s while she’s waiting for orientation to begin that she’s joined by Demi. Demi recognizes her and senses the two of them could be good friends. Then Serena enters the room, her mother’s favorite ladies maid’s daughter and rumored choice for heir. While Kayra really isn’t sure she wants the job, she doesn’t want Serena to have it either. Before reaching that decision she has to manage to get an education without initiating the Shifter Trials.

Physical Education hadn’t been high on Kayra’s to do list and as a result she had no experience with archery, the first of her PE classes. At least she hasn’t had to shift, her mother always disliked when she shifted because her fur is white as opposed to the more prominent orange. As she’s struggling to figure out the gear, she’s approached by a male tiger student.

This is a favorite scene.

I’m going to remind myself that at least I know what one is. Some people in my situation wouldn’t, but I’ve read enough books to be certain of that much.

“All right, class,” a middle-aged woman with her hair in a bun and a no-nonsense outfit which makes her look like all of the stereotypical PE teachers in TV shows. “First, let’s see what we’re working with. Even if you’ve never fired a bow before, I want to see how far you get with gearing up. After that, we’ll split into groups.”

I grimace. That’s not a good sign. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get everything on right, never mind get as far as firing. Which is probably for the best given my lack of talent.

The three lions in class bounce off in the direction of the lists first, leaving the rest of us to trail behind. A couple of the others appear to be as frustrated as I am about the situation, except for a handsome dark-haired boy who saunters along with the natural grace we’re all born with.

Something about him is vaguely familiar, but I can’t place why.

Equipment lies out on a long table through the middle of the small armoury, with enough bows and quivers hanging on the walls for each of us. I hang back for a moment. If I watch what the others do, then I may be able to get far enough through this that I don’t make a complete fool of myself in the process.

There seem to be a few guard pieces, particularly for my arms and fingers. That makes sense when there are weapons involved, and they seem easy enough to get on.

Frustration wells up within me as others disappear to take a shot at the targets. How am I supposed to copy what they’re doing if they’re so far ahead of me?

I take a deep breath, but it’s not enough to completely steady my nerves. I shouldn’t be surprised. My anxiousness is something I carry around with myself every day. It won’t go away for something like this. In fact, it normally gets worse when I have to perform in front of people.

Why did I think coming here was a good idea? I’m already out of my depth and I’m not even a week in.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?” a male voice asks.

I jump and turn to face the handsome guy I saw outside. He’s my age as far as I can tell, but he’s got the confidence of someone who has left the gangly awkward stage of growing behind him.

If I was into dating for fun, I think he’d be my type. But I’ve never felt the need to. My fated mate is out there, and I don’t want to waste time with someone who isn’t my one true match.

It crosses my mind that he may not even be flirting with me anyway, but I push the thought aside. That’s probably nerves getting to me and not an accurate representation of what’s happening here.

“Is it that obvious?” I ask, realising I’ve probably waited too long before responding.

“You have this on backwards.” He reaches out and touches my armguard. “And on the wrong hand.”

“I could be left-handed,” I mutter.

“But you’re not.”

I sigh. “I’ve never done anything like this,” I admit. It feels risky to do so, but he’s not mocking me and seems interested in helping me fix it.

“I can help, if you want?” He shrugs as if it’s of little importance.

“I’d appreciate that.” I’m not going to turn down help just because I’m worried that I’m imposing on someone if I accept it.

“Great.”

“Thank you. I’m Kayra.” I should have introduced myself first.

A curious expression crosses his face, as if he’s already aware of who I am. That shouldn’t surprise me. Almost everyone at Sabre Woods knows of me. But this seems different.

“Magnus,” he responds. “May I?” He indicates back to the armguard.

I nod.

He reaches out and unbuckles it, pulling it from my arm slowly. My breathing hitches as his fingers brush against my skin. Why does this suddenly feel like an oddly intimate situation?

Despite that, I still don’t feel any kind of mating pull towards him, so I need to shut this down and make it clear we can never be anything more than friends. It might be hard.

A commotion sounds from the door to the armoury and one of the lionesses stumbles back in.

“Aww, the poor little Shifter Princess is struggling,” she spits as soon as she sees me.

I bite my lip, wanting to correct her on my position in society, but I don’t. I’m too worried about her starting a fight that I’m sure she’ll win.

I hate being like this, but no matter how many times I try to change things, it never seems to actually happen. I just have to face the fact that I’m going to go through the rest of my life like this.

“Are you good at everything Mikela?” Magnus retorts.

The lioness blushes. Apparently she didn’t expect to be called out on her cruelty.

“I suggest you go back outside,” Magnus says.

She opens her mouth as if to argue, but chooses better of it and disappears to join the others.

“Thank you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not going to tell me you could have dealt with it yourself?”

“Did it look like that was an option?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought many people would like it if someone speaks for them.”

I shrug. “I’m new here, I don’t know who I need to watch out for and who I don’t,” I point out.

“Ah, that’s true. The lions are mostly all talk and nothing else. You don’t have to worry about them so long as you can avoid taking a vicious insult to heart.”

I grimace. “I’m not great at that.”

“Then stay away from them.”

“Thanks. Anything else I should know?”

“Not that you can’t guess. Avoid daring any of the cheetahs to do anything, they won’t even question whether it’s a good idea or not before doing it.”

“Isn’t that a bit of a generalisation? I doubt all cheetahs are the same.”

“They’re not,” he assures me. “But most of them here are. I think they egg one another on a lot so they all tend to stick to the same kind of faults.”

“Let’s guess, that logic also applies to the lions?”

“To everyone,” he counters. “We’ll all grow out of it once we leave here, but for now we just have to live with it.”

I sigh dramatically. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

He chuckles. “Peer pressure is alive and well. Now, are you ready to show me what you’re working with in terms of firing the bow?”

I grimace. “You’re not going to like it.”

“I’ll be fine so long as you don’t shoot me in the foot or something.”

“But the stomach would be okay?”

He lets out a loud and genuine laugh. “How about we start off with not shooting me anywhere?”

“If you’re willing to help me, getting shot is just one of the risks you’re going to have to take.”

He shakes his head in bemusement. “I do like a challenge.”
Greenwood, Laura. Tiger Crown (Sabre Woods Academy Book 1). Kindle Locations (159-212). Drowlgon Press. Kindle Edition.

Marcus becomes another friend Kayra can depend on like Demi. Demi also gifts Kayra with a wishing bracelet, it’s when she’s putting it on that she realizes she truly does want to be the heir. She really wants to make a difference for the shifters of the world. She also finds some of her teachers are more in favor of her than Serena which is refreshing.

Before an assembly Serena approaches her with taunts and then twists Kayra’s words to make it appear as a Shifter Trial challenge.

There’s plenty of underhanded sneaky stuff with Serena, friendships and a possible romance as this book progresses.

This is a fun read with an interesting ending. I am already reading the next book to see what happens next.

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Into The Mists – Seven Wardens Book 2 by Skye MacKinnon & Laura Greenwood


Into the Mists
Seven Wardens Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Laura Greenwood
&
Skye MacKinnon

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A kelpie, an incubus and two wraiths walk into a bar…

Things were going so well until Macey got kidnapped. Again. Except this time, the kidnapper knows exactly why he has her, and none of his plans are good news.

She could wait for her men to save her, but then again, she’s not the kind of Princess who needs a Prince to save the day.

A reverse harem (still) drenched in Scottish mythology. Book 2 in the Seven Wardens series.

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The book opens with Macey and her men visiting Nessie, only it’s not Nessie and it takes a bit for Macey to figure it out. Macey is in a dungeon, the Voice is torturing her. When she wakes, she meets a mouse, Luch. It’s Luch who tells her that Amber is also imprisoned here and not in good shape.

Now the Voice has been torturing Amber far longer than Macey. In the visions the Voice has projected on her a kelpie will kill her. She is sure she will die now and by Macey’s hand.

This is a favorite scene.

“Now, I’m going to go back in there,” Amber continued. “I’m no longer alone and I’m no longer bound. We can fight him together. There’s no point in leaving now while we’re already here.”

SO CONFIDENT. IT’S GOING TO BE HEARTBREAKING ONCE YOU REALISE THAT YOU’VE NEVER LEFT.

Suddenly, the world evaporated. It was like the people around Macey suddenly dissolved into mist and drifted away, leaving her alone. Well, not quite alone.

Amber was by her side. There was nothing else. Not even colour. They were standing on a white floor, but there were no walls, no nothing. Just endless whiteness.

“Amber?” Macey asked carefully, “Are you seeing the same?”

“If you mean a lot of white, then yes. And no Izban.” Her voice was quivering slightly.

THE NEXT TIME YOU’LL SEE HIM WILL BE ON THE DAY OF YOUR DEATH.

“Stop being so dramatic!” Macey shouted, trying to convince both herself and Amber that they needn’t be afraid.

The Voice ignored her.

LET’S CONTINUE WHERE WE LEFT OFF EARLIER.

Mist drifted into the air around them, forming shapes and colours, until they were suddenly back in the courtyard where Macey had first laid eyes upon Amber. She still didn’t know what that girl was, except that she was strong. Incredibly strong.

“I will get out of here, I will get out of here,” Amber began to whisper, a desperate mantra. “I will get out of here. I will…”

YOU WON’T. NEITHER WILL YOU, LITTLE KELPIE.

Without warning, they were ripped apart, flying through the air until they landed roughly on opposite ends of the courtyard. Ignoring the pain in her limbs, Macey jumped to her feet. She could guess what the Voice was planning next.

BEITHIR. KILL HER.

A beithir! Finally, Macey knew what Amber was. And it scared her a little. She didn’t know a lot about beithirs except that they could kill in a variety of ways. Their fangs were poisonous, they could control the weather, they could fly and attack you from above. When they shifted, of course. So far, Amber had stayed human, which is why Macey hadn’t figured out her species before. It was hard not to recognise a shifted beithir… there weren’t any other supernaturals that looked like a giant snake.

Amber was still on the ground, weakly trying to get to her feet. She’d expended too much energy; she wasn’t going to be much of a threat.

But… when had reality been taken over by the Voice? Had it been after Amber attacked Macey with lightning? Or before? If it was before… then Amber would still have enough power to do another such attack. And Macey wasn’t sure if she could escape her fate a second time. Had the Voice let them play out their battle in their minds so he could see what was going to happen? Did he want to see how they would escape so he could prevent it from ever happening?

Macey shivered. How was she supposed to fight someone who could play with her perception of what was real and what wasn’t? She was still having trouble believing that she hadn’t just spoken to her men. Were they really coming for her? Was Izban actually able to do a tracking spell, or had that bit been Amber’s wishful thinking?

KILL HER, the Voice repeated and this time, Amber was magically dragged onto her feet by an unseen force. She wavered, but somehow managed to stand. Tiny sparks of lightning began to flicker around the girl’s fingers and Macey prepared for the inevitable.

But wait… she was no longer wearing the copper cuffs. That had to mean that the battle had taken place and their combined power had opened them.

Was the Voice aware of that? Did he want an execution execution or a cat fight?

Amber opened her mouth, but Macey couldn’t hear what she was saying. They were too far apart. Well, that could be rectified.

Macey carefully walked towards Amber, aware that there might be a dangerous surprise waiting at every step. Earlier, there’d been guards lying dead or unconscious all over the courtyard. This time, they were alone.

She shook her head in confusion. There was no way of telling what was real and what wasn’t. Maybe she was still in her cell. Maybe she’d never even met Amber and this was all one giant illusion.

Suddenly, the air in front of her flickered and someone appeared. Someone very familiar with very blue hair.

Izban.

KILL HER OR I WILL KILL HIM.

Amber’s eyes widened as she saw her friend. He didn’t move; he seemed more statue than living being. Macey walked around him and took a closer look.

His eyes were moving but the rest of him wasn’t. His face was an expressionless mask, but his eyes told her of his fear.

She could almost believe that he was real. That he was in danger.

A lightning bolt hit the ground next to her and she jumped back in surprise. Amber seemed to be convinced that Izban was real.

Another bolt of lightning crashed down at Macey’s side, and she almost jumped back. If she was going to have Amber around, then she’d probably better get used to having this happen.

“Amber,” she tried to whisper, but her voice was hoarse, as if from a lack of water. That was odd. Unless there were other side effects of the visions the Voice had given them.

There wasn’t any answer.

Macey steeled herself, then waved her hand through Izban’s still form, completely unsurprised when her hand passed right through him. Another visual trick then.

“Amber, please,” she shouted, the wind that was beginning to rage stealing her words. Potentially the other woman’s doing too. She’d heard that beithirs were storm creatures, not just lightning ones. “He’s not real.”

Her words weren’t having any effect, and one look at the redhead revealed just how bad things were. Her eyes had taken on a crazed look, and there was no doubt about how mad the woman was.

“AMBER!” she shouted even louder, but again, no response.

Sucking in a deep breath, she did the only thing she could think of, and unleashed a ball of water at the girl.

A sharp squeal, followed by a calming in the winds, told her the trick had worked even better than she’d intended.

“What did you do that for?” Amber shouted, venom almost as poisonous as her fangs dripping from her tone.

“He’s not real,” Macey said softly, ignoring the glares she received in return. “Look.” She passed her hand through the still form of the blue-haired man, and Amber’s green eyes widened.

“How do I know he’s not trapped somewhere here?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, and Macey’s heart went out to her. She felt the same way when she thought of her own men in danger, so there was very little doubt in her mind how Amber felt about Izban.

Good job he seemed to feel the same.

“Because I was with him before I was taken,” she replied softly, hoping the Voice wouldn’t be able to hear her whispers, but knowing that hope was likely in vain.

“You were?” Amber perked up at that, and Macey smiled.

“Yes. He was trying to find you.”

I SAID TO KILL HER.

Amber sighed. “He’s so demanding,” she tried to joke.

“And throws a lot of tantrums,” Macey added.

“What do we do now?”

“I suppose you try and kill me.”

Maybe not her best idea, but they at least had to pretend for the moment.

“That seems a little counterproductive.”

Macey cracked a smile. She could get used to having Amber around if she was going to make comments like that.

“Just while we think of an actual plan.”

This time, Amber nodded. “Okay, sounds like the best idea we have.”

“Which isn’t saying a lot.”

The red-head laughed. “No, it really doesn’t.”

She took two steps back and squared off against Macey, pushing her sleeves up and readying herself.

“Prepare to die, bitch,” Amber taunted.

“Bring it on,” Macey replied, unable to help the amused smile tugging at her lips. When she knew the other woman wasn’t actually going to be aiming for her, she kind of looked forward to facing off against her. It was just an intense kind of training really. Her men would be happy.

Amber struck first, sending twin bolts of lightning either side of Macey.

Not waiting another moment, Macey summoned mini balls of water, and began juggling them in the air to gain momentum. Then, one after the other, she began to fling them at Amber, making sure each one narrowly missed the girl’s head. Though one did accidentally come too close, luckily, Amber was quick enough to avoid it.

She must be running on adrenaline though. She’d been weak to start with and could only be getting worse by the second.

Maybe that was the Voice’s plan. To wear them out to the point where they were no longer able to even think of fighting back. That way, their minds would be easy to slip into, and he could take whatever control he wanted.

Wasn’t that a cheery thought?

The two women danced around each other, flinging their powers back and forth with increasing ferocity. It was almost a battle of who could conjure the most elaborate piece of magic.

So far, Amber was winning. She’d conjured a massive snake, that probably looked something like her in shifted form, and made it coil around Macey. Being inside the electricity had been invigorating, and all she’d been able to see were the bright sparks coming off it.

Once the snake’s coils had receded, she caught Amber’s eye, trying to ensure the woman would do exactly the same again. Only this time, Macey would add to the power and do…. something. She wasn’t all that sure what, but it was worth a shot.

“When you two are quite done, how about we actually consider getting you out of here?” a soft female voice sounded.
Greenwood, Laura. Seven Wardens Omnibus: Books 1-4 (Seven Wardens Collections) (pp. 278-283). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

With the help of a mermaid they get to Scotland and a messenger from Malan is there waiting. Before she would get their men she wanted to meet Nessie, who had thus far been ignoring her. A touch of blackmail if you will. Once reunited with their men, they find they actually have a bit of a time limit to fix everything.

A visit to the Sith and Macey takes on the final warden Air. Some mysterious chairs, a secret revealed, plenty of travel and new folks and just one thing solved.

I love these books, they are creative, sexy and full of suspense and intrigue.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

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Skye MacKinnon

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.

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Through the Storms – Seven Wardens Book 1.5 by Laura Greenwood & Skye MacKinnon


Through the Storms
Seven Wardens Book 1.5
By
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Laura Greenwood
&
Skye MacKinnon

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Bullied and lonely, beithir shifter Amber is not having the best of times at Ben Vair, a college for supernatural teenagers. Until Izban arrives, a mage who is much more than he seems… and his blue hair is rather sexy, too.

But when she agrees to help him on his quest, she gets more than she bargained for.
Which may not be such a bad thing.

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A Seven Wardens spin-off taking place at the same time as From the Deeps. It can be read as a standalone novella.

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In the previous book we learned of the Seven Wardens and Macey has found herself in love with three men, all are Wardens. Cam is Wind, Flint is Fire, Jared is Earth and Macey they assume is Water. From the poem we also know Lightening is imprisoned and Ice is searching for her. They’ve found Ice but before we continue, this book tells us all about Lightening and Ice.

Amber is Lightening and a Beithir, her kind don’t usually come into power until they turn twenty or so, and she is only eighteen. In her human form she has a tail, one she keeps hidden under large shirts. Since finding out she can regrow the tail a group of shifter females have made her life difficult by tearing it off.

Izban is Ice and a Mage, he is on a quest of sorts for his grandfather. In order to have access to where a couple of these artifacts are hidden, he poses as a substitute teacher. He learns some interesting things about the students and the school, but knows he can’t do anything about the injustices he sees.

It’s as he is searching for the second item on his list he runs into Amber, this is a favorite scene.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” Izban whispered, nearing Amber. She slithered backwards a little. When he continued to follow her, she bared her fangs, glistening with venom. That made him stop in his tracks.

“Okay, you don’t have to bite, I’m backing off, see?” And indeed, he walked back a step or two. Satisfied, she closed her maw. It was good to see a bit of fear from people occasionally. Far too many underestimated her. Just because she didn’t bite the girls who ripped off her tail didn’t mean she was completely defenceless. But she had principals. And she valued her freedom. Killing people was not going to be in her future, venomous teeth or not.

She’d never tried how poisonous her bite really was, but her parents had taught her that most grown beithirs were easily able to kill a human with their bite. Or even a supernatural.

“I need to look around for something, would you mind leaving me to it?”

He looked almost desperate. She had to laugh – inside, of course, snakes didn’t laugh.

She shook her head in a wide gesture, obvious enough so he couldn’t miss it.

He huffed. “I don’t have time to do this tomorrow. If you don’t leave, will you at least promise not to tell anyone I was here?”

She cocked her head. That was a big kind of promise. Usually, she’d set terms, like being able to tell someone if it was endangering him, her or others. But she couldn’t speak, damn it.

Maybe she should partially shift. It would mean she could actually talk, and she wouldn’t be left totally naked. Kind of. She could leave it so her scales mostly covered her, though technically they were just a part of her skin. Which made her naked again in her book, though she could understand why a lot of people would disagree. She did feel less exposed when she was wearing them after all.

The blue-haired man looked at her intently, worry etched on his face. Now that was interesting. He didn’t have anything to be worried about as far as she knew. But it did raise questions about what he was doing down here in the first place.

And what he was looking for.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Amber began the transformation into her half shifted form. Her face and hair returned to normal. Her body shrunk dramatically, and the grey-green scales retracted until they were covering all of her skin up past her breasts. At least she was decent.

Blue-hair’s eyes widened as he took her in. “You can half-shift?” he asked.

Odd question. She’d have many more if she were him.

“Obviously.”

“But not your tail?”

She scowled at him. But really, how was he to know her tail had been removed. She’d long since given up telling any of Ben Vair’s staff when she lost it. They just didn’t care.

“My tail and I had an unfortunate separation,” she replied.

His gaze travelled the length of her body, making her particularly self-conscious. No non-beithir had ever seen her like this, and it was an unusual situation to find herself in.

“Unfortunate how?”

“Tamsin,” she replied stiffly, holding her head up high. She wasn’t going to let anyone see how much she hated being without a tail.

“The annoying wolf shifter girl?” he asked.

“Yes. Are you sure you’re a teacher?”

He certainly wasn’t acting like it, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

“Yes, yes, whatever.”

Amber frowned at him. “What are you looking for?” she asked as he glanced around the lab again.

“I can’t tell you that.” His response was instant, and pretty definite. Then again…

“What if I agreed not to tell anyone you were down here. Or that you were looking for something. Or that you’re clearly not a teacher?” She squared of against him, and his features took on a concerned look. Good. She was getting to him then.

Blue-hair smiled slightly. “You swear it?

“On the stub of my tail.”

“I’m looking for a ruby infused with baobhan sìth saliva.” He sighed, and pushed a hand over his face, leaving his blue hair in slight disarray. She almost reached out and smoothed it down. Almost.

“And you think you’ll find it in here?” She could almost laugh. He was in completely the wrong part of the underground rooms to find anything like that.

“At least you think it exists,” he pointed out.

“Of course it exists. Otherwise you wouldn’t be looking for it. But why in the clouds would you want one of those?” She didn’t even know what one did. Probably something icky if there was a incubus involved. Not that incubi themselves were icky creatures. Nor was sex with one, but there were a lot of ill uses to their magic according to rumour, and she dreaded to think what some of those could be.

“I wish I knew.” He looked away and shuffled his feet, so she dropped it. Despite really wanting to know, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She had a feeling he knew a lot of interesting things. And she wanted to learn them all if she could. And more.

After Ben Vair, she’d been planning on journeying all over the world, and discovering creatures like her but by other names. She was sure there were some after all.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not going to find a ruby in what is effectively a biology lab.”

“How do you even know what biology is,” he muttered, quite possibly not meaning for her to hear.

Amber hissed, the sound coming across more menacing due to her half-shifted form. “I’m a mythical being, not an idiot. Try and remember that.”

He gulped, and nodded. “Sorry, lead on, please.” She relaxed a little. It wasn’t his fault he was so ill informed. But if she ever met the people who’d raised him…well they were going to get a piece of her mind.
Greenwood, Laura. Seven Wardens Omnibus: Books 1-4 (Seven Wardens Collections) (pp. 213-216). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

It’s Amber who introduces him to a ghost residing in the basements of the school. She’s the one who tells him what the items on his list are for. It’s at that moment Izbar knows he can’t complete his task or return home.

Fast-paced, adventurous, flirty and snarky, you won’t be able to put this book down.

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Skye MacKinnon

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.

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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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