Next to me. In front of me. Behind me. Below me.
It mocks me.
I don’t know who I am. Where I am. How long I’ve been here.
It’s felt like an eternity.
For all the unknowns, one truth has grown stronger with the torturous passing of time…
I wish I was dead.
Or, at least, I did until I heard her.
She gives me hope. A purpose.
I follow her, soaking in everything she does and growing more dependent. Never in my long life have I seen anyone so perfect.
Now I just have to find a way to make her hear me.
And being able to see me would probably help, too…
Warning: Recommended for readers 18+ due to strong adult language, themes, and lovin’ so good, it must be magicks.
Layla Frost has always been a rebel. A true badass.
Growing up, Layla used to hide under her blanket with a flashlight to read the Sweet Valley High books she pilfered from her older sister. It wasn’t long before she was reading hidden Harlequins during class at school. This snowballed into pulling all-nighters after the promise of “just one more chapter”.
Her love of reading, especially the romance genre, took root early and has grown immeasurably.
In between reading and writing, Layla spends her free time rocking out (at concerts, on the couch, in the car… Anywhere is a stage if you get into it enough), watching TV (the nerdier the better!), and being a foodie. Though she lives in NY (the state, not the city), she’s an avid Red Sox fan.
Dfghughsetrhytrhjdrt — that’s my review. That’s how I feel. This book put me in a freaking BOOK SLUMP because it was so good I didn’t know what to do with myself next. I was lost. Alone. Terrified.
Slightly over-dramatic. Whatever.
ANYWAYS. This book was an AMAZING beginning to what I’m sure will be a paranormal series that leaves me in bed for two days with a hangover. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal, the whole series thing. But I forgot one thing- this is a PARANORMAL romance which means there is so much left UNRESOLVED and I am left HEAP OF NOTHINGNESS.
Ok, maybe a lot over-dramatic.
And Layla, the little evil witch that I adore with my whole heart, just laughed at my pain. But my heart ridiculously hurts with the knowledge that I will have to wait like some sort of animal for the next book. I demand to speak with the manager.
Part of the difficulty in writing this review is the part that’s paranormal. And a series with a slight cliffhanger. I can’t say too much or I will unwind the secrets that Layla so elegantly weaved together. And you’re going to want to experience this epicness for yourself.
What I can say is there is the classic Layla humor, with a lot of OTT Alpha with magical powers, which adds an extra level of possessiveness, a whole lot of amazing best friend, and lots of steamy “adult-time”. This book absolutely blew me away. It was like reading the book version of the Russian Dolls, each chapter revealed something new but then you got to the next and BOOM another doll, another secret.
I can say that Hayden is badass and so is –er the hero. I can say that their love is spell binding, and the twist on a classic tale makes me want more… SO MUCH MORE.
Layla… if you’re reading this… STOP AND GO WRITE THE NEXT ONE. Please and thank you.