This is book #3, in the Arden St Ives series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers, and to have a complete understanding of this series, I recommend reading this series in order.
Arden is trying hard to move on. He knows he will always love Caspian, but he cannot be with someone who does not want him there. He goes about his life as if this is how it will be from now on.
Caspian will always love Arden. He just made up his mind to go another direction. When the worst happens, can he walk away from someone he loves who is hurting?
I expected to hate this book. I was so invested in these characters I hated to see them apart. So how grateful was I as I read further and further along and was excited to see them show how they could be in each others lives in other ways. What an amazing story and a terrific ending! I give this a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!
***This copy was given by Netgalley and its publishers, in exchange for an honest review.
An engaging fanfic in which Dean poses as Gabriel's slave in order to infiltrate Alistair's inner circle. Dean cannot forgive Gabriel for his part in Dean's previous rape and torture.
Sequel to Ride that Wind Back Home
The Long Island Coven is an outlier of the various shifter books Ms Laurenston has out. You don't actually run into anyone you know, so it's not obvious it's part of the series. I like this one better than the first one in that the H isn't a creep. Was kinda frustrating that it took so long to take care of The Problem. And, I must admit, I don't generally care for her wolves (Dee Ann and the Van Holtz bunch being an exception) because they tend to play up that hillbilly angle a bit much...while being assholes half the time. Tully - the H - is a member of the Smith Pack...and the resident alpha...and mayor...and well-known architect who may be ivy league. He plays dumb a lot. He's not an ass either, though admittedly it's usually the females who take on that unpleasant nature.
Cynthia Eden's entry is yet another random pairing in her world. I did like this one but the end made me flinch a bit.
Sherrill Quinn's entry is a PWP really. Oh there's a plot in there but for such a short story (80 pages or so), most of it seemed to be overly descriptive and crudely written sex.
Man, I really miss Steve Irwin & Mr. Rogers.
They are some of the "famous" people whose deaths feel really personal, as if they were family. Each time I see mention of them, I burst into tears. There are other famous people whose death feel personal, but I grew up with these guys. Death really gets to me even if I barely knew the person, even if I didn't know them at all. I don't mean only for famous people. Anyone. I've been told it is because I have a big heart, but does my mental health "glitches" play a part in how death basically triggers me into a melt down, depressive state?