Rating:4.5 out of 5
Source: Review copy @ Bewitching blog Tours
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From a life of nightmares on her deceased fiancee and dull book illustration career, Leila's life has been monotonous with occasional strike helping detective Garrick Pearson using her special abilities to read mind with touch..But follows was most unpredictable turn of events in her life giving run of events..
Don't you hate the book that opens by the middle of the event leaving you clueless?? That was my opinion of gosh!!! Not again..But then I understood that , loss of Leila Marx's fiancee with whom she had been planning her marriage dreaming a life of love and laughter had been taken away from her..Still that does not form the central theme of the novel.. Ever since she's been having nightmares every single night..She is been trying to come in terms of her life..With her book illustrating career that has left her with few friends to cheer her up, she finds solace in helping Garrick Pearson by solving odd cases..From here starts the fantasy/thriller..Did I miss something?? Oh yea Leila possess a cool trait she can see through a person's mind and thoughts with a mere touch.. Pearson is those rugged rough and tough guy whom readers develop a liking right from the beginning..This time Pearson approaches Lelia to help him to solve a serial teen killing..As she gets herself into it finding a renewed purpose in life, she finds herself to be the next victim..Through the process she discovers a world that has people just like hers,with abilities that's beyond normal human..With no friends till date she finally finds herself in the company of King, Evie, Mac, Sarah, Terez, Conor..Suddenly Leila's life is bursting with activities but how will she tackle it all?? well read the book to find out..
The fantasy and suspense thriller part has been well done by Garr knitting together all pieces to paint a complete picture with no loose ends..Leila is a captivating character with so much to cope up in her life, she still makes it a point to help others in whatever possible way..Her character slowly grows up with her wonderful skill helping her out time and again.I loved the team that she eventually meets..King as my favorite..King is protective about Leila and he strikes a chord right from the beginning..Terez, Conor characters were not much descriptive may be the subsequent books would hold the key..The best part of this series is that this particular story was finished in the book one still carrying enough fodder for the upcoming series..Romance and the attraction played subtle touch rendering warmth to the reader..All in all I enjoyed my read all through ...
About the Author
Amber Garr spends her days conducting scientific experiments and wondering if her next door neighbor is secretly a vampire. Born in Pennsylvania, she lives in Florida with her husband and their furry kids. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain that she has a supernatural sense of smell. She writes both adult and young adult urban fantasies and when not obsessing over the unknown, she can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie.
What does one wear when they commit the first felony of their life? I probably spent two hours going through my closest trying to find something criminal. It had to be black. Yes, definitely black. I finally settled on a turtleneck, spandex workout pants, and the only pair of black sneakers I’d ever owned. They were left over from my waitressing days and I was pleasantly surprised to see that they were still in good shape, even if they did smell a little like grease.
I just finished pulling my hair back into a low bun, like spy girls do in the movies, when the doorbell rang. Conner was here and my heart fluttered instantly. Last night had been a lot of fun and I really enjoyed my evening with Garrick, but this was the first time any man had been to my house who wasn’t a part of the police force since Russ was killed. This was also the first time I’d ever had a half demon in the house, at least as far as I knew. After another quick glance in the mirror, I bounced over to the door.
And as soon as I opened it I realized how much of a dork I must have looked like.
There was Conner, in a regular pair of jeans and a college sweatshirt doing all that he could not to laugh at me. I glared up at him.
“What? No one told me what to wear so I had to improvise.” He started laughing but then choked it back down when I tried to close the door on him. His foot shot out and blocked my attempt.
“I’m sorry. You look good. Really.” He smiled fully at me and then bowed his head as he put his hands together in a prayer-like position. “May I have permission to enter my ninja warrior princess?”
I could see his shoulders shake with amusement again and I refused to be embarrassed. With an exaggerated sigh, I walked back into my bedroom, leaving Conner to let himself in. I decided that he should wallow in uncomfortable silence for a while, although when I came back into the living room and saw him flipping through some of my illustrations, I realized he was unfazed.
“These are really good. You’re quite talented.” I stood there, leaning against the wall for a few seconds trying to judge if he was being serious or not. Just as I started to give him the benefit of the doubt, he arched an eyebrow my way and said, “A much better artist than fashionista.”
I threw the sweatshirt I had in my hands at him and stomped over to the kitchen. His laugh consumed the room and I was surprised to find a smile on my face as I opened the refrigerator.
“Should we take snacks?” I asked. We were going to drive to a spot close to the house and wait until it was clear. I’d been told that it might take several hours and I didn’t want the cambion getting hungry while we waited.
“Sure, if you want. Maybe some water would be good.” It was obvious that he enjoyed my lack of stake-out abilities.
I grabbed one of my reusable grocery bags and filled it up with water, crackers, and Twizzlers. All of the essentials. I briefly considered grabbing a bottle of wine to control my anxiety, but decided against it in the end.
“So, are we ready to go?” I asked as I hoisted the bag on my shoulder and grabbed the sweatshirt back. He studied me for a moment and then pulled an object from his back pocket.
“Not until you put this on,” he said as he tossed something small and black at me. It was a ski mask, one of those ones that covered everything except for your eyes. I pulled it over my head and batted my lashes.
“Am I ready now?”
He laughed and took the snack bag off my shoulder. “Yes, Leila. I think you’re ready for a life of crime.”
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