Published: December 16th, 2017
Lost to the darkness, Fuery wages a daily war against the corruption that lives within him, constantly in danger of slipping into the black abyss and becoming the monster all elves fear. Work as an assassin gives him purpose, but what reason is there to go on when he killed the light of his life—his fated mate? Shaia has spent forty-two centuries mourning her mate. Tired and worn down, she agrees to wed a male of her family’s choosing, following tradition that has always bound her as a female and hoping she will be able to gain just a little freedom in return. But as she resigns herself to being the mate of a male she could never love, fate places an old friend in her path—one who tells her that her lost love is alive. Will Shaia find the courage to break with tradition and leave the elf kingdom in search of her mate? And as a ray of light pierces his soul again, can Fuery find the strength to win his battle against the darkness or will it devour him and that light of their forbidden love forever?
You know, most series would get boring after so many books but Felicity Heaton makes me go deeper into the world of the Eternal Mates Series and each book gets better and the general plot is unravelled a bit more with each book.
Fuery is an elf bordering insanaty. He's been consumed by darkness and almost lost to it, but a small part of him, a little light remains and he fights for it with all he has left. Fuery is broken in more ways than one. Sure that he killed his mate and tired of fighting the darkness he's almost ready to let go even when his friend might lose too.
Shaia is also an elf, and as a female she's bound to tradition and her family, lonely and still hurting from loosing her mate, she agrees to marry another man but when she finds out Fuery is alive she goes after him and in the process finds herself as well.
While Fuery's journey is more about recovery, and his fight against himself, Shaia is fighting the rules and everything she was taught from an early age that says she should have nevedisobbey her family. But the two of them fight so strongly, and feel so deeply this book will have your stomach doing acrobatics between the good and the bad.
I fell in love with both characters. Fuery is the broken hero you want to help put back together (and it isn't always easy) and Shai is the girl who learns, not just to be strong but to go ater what she wants and you can't help but cheer for.
Unchained by a Forbiden Love is a great second chance romance, with a nice pace that flows with the story and fits its characters perfectly.
As always, I can't wait to read more about the characters I already know and and the ones to come and see more about this world Felicity has created.
Fuery is an elf bordering insanaty. He's been consumed by darkness and almost lost to it, but a small part of him, a little light remains and he fights for it with all he has left. Fuery is broken in more ways than one. Sure that he killed his mate and tired of fighting the darkness he's almost ready to let go even when his friend might lose too.
Shaia is also an elf, and as a female she's bound to tradition and her family, lonely and still hurting from loosing her mate, she agrees to marry another man but when she finds out Fuery is alive she goes after him and in the process finds herself as well.
While Fuery's journey is more about recovery, and his fight against himself, Shaia is fighting the rules and everything she was taught from an early age that says she should have nevedisobbey her family. But the two of them fight so strongly, and feel so deeply this book will have your stomach doing acrobatics between the good and the bad.
I fell in love with both characters. Fuery is the broken hero you want to help put back together (and it isn't always easy) and Shai is the girl who learns, not just to be strong but to go ater what she wants and you can't help but cheer for.
Unchained by a Forbiden Love is a great second chance romance, with a nice pace that flows with the story and fits its characters perfectly.
As always, I can't wait to read more about the characters I already know and and the ones to come and see more about this world Felicity has created.
Amazon.com | Amazon.co.uk | Amazon.ca
| Amazon.com.au
iBooks USA | iBooks UK | iBooks Canada | iBooks Australia | iBooks New Zealand
Barnes and Noble | Kobo Books | Google Play
iBooks USA | iBooks UK | iBooks Canada | iBooks Australia | iBooks New Zealand
Barnes and Noble | Kobo Books | Google Play
Enter the grand tour-wide giveaway to win an
Amazon Kindle Fire HD plus books 1-7 of the Eternal Mates series in e-book or
audiobook at the Unchained by a Forbidden Love book page. This giveaway is
international and open to everyone, and ends at midnight on January 28th. Enter
now
(Click in the image to go to the giveaway)
It was never a good day when he woke with
the taste of blood on his tongue and no recollection of how it had got there.
Again.
Fuery stared up into the darkness, cold
sweat trickling over his exposed chest and sticking the thin black bedclothes
to his legs. He breathed hard, each heavy desperate exhalation shattering the
silence, rasping in his ears together with his thundering heartbeat.
Icy claws gripped him, sinking into the
blackened remains of his heart, attempting to pierce deep enough to reach
whatever fragment of light remained in him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, dragged down a
shuddering breath and held it, unwilling to let fear pull him into the
darkness. He would not let it win. He couldn’t. He exhaled slowly, a measured
pace that created a sliver of calm, enough to give him the strength to shake
the grip of his fear and allow him to extinguish that emotion.
Because fear was a weakness.
He did not feel such things.
He hadn’t in a long time.
Not since he had hardened himself to the
world.
Not since that night.
Fuery screwed his eyes shut even tighter,
his lips drawing into a grimace that flashed his emerging fangs as the darkness
welled again, pulling up memories from the abyss. They surged and fought for
freedom, and he growled as he pushed back against them, battled and resisted
them. The fight took longer this time, strained minutes in which the fear
slithered back in and wrapped around him again, squeezing his lungs tight and
hissing whispered taunts in his ear, words about the terrible sins he had
committed that had the memories surging harder, almost breaking to the surface.
He gripped the sides of his head and
squeezed hard as he snarled through his clenched fangs. Tears cut down his
temples, hot against his chilled skin. He didn’t want to remember, but he could
never forget either.
He didn’t want to go back into the
darkness, refused to sink into oblivion again and do the vile bidding of the
darkness that lived inside him. Not again.
He grappled with fear, wrestled with the
darkness, and fought the tide of memories, and somehow, the gods only knew how,
he managed to subdue them and vanquish the raw agony and the sheer terror that
threatened to push him back over the edge.
He panted hard, body trembling from the
exertion of overcoming the darkness and clawing his way back to the light.
Couldn’t think about that night.
Never look back.
The past was pain.
A constant source of it that scoured his
blackened soul.
No looking back.
He inhaled and exhaled, keeping them
measured and deep, struggling for calm again as his past and his present
churned inside him, rocking him and trying to keep him off balance, on the
brink of teetering back into the abyss.
No looking back.
Fuery chanted it in his mind as he sought
the calm—the quiet.
It was slow to come while the darkness
roared inside him, drawn out by the fear that had paralyzed him, weakened him
and opened him to it. Its inky tendrils snaked around his heart and squeezed it
in his hollow chest.
Attempted to claim his soul.
Calm seemed an impossible dream while blood
coated his tongue.
But gods, he wanted it, reached for it,
desperate to shirk the grip of the fear and the darkness again.
They combined to overpower him and he could
feel himself slipping again, skidding down that terrifying slope towards the
cold forbidding darkness where it reached for him, beckoned him with promises
of oblivion and an escape from the madness.
From the pain.
No looking back.
The past was a nightmare.
The past was pain.
Always pain.
He opened his eyes and stared up into the
darkness as he forced himself to see where he was in a vain attempt to focus on
the present. He was here, in the guild, in the free realm of Hell. He was far
away from there. Leagues from the elf kingdom. Centuries away from his past.
Light streaked across the darkness and his
eyes swiftly adjusted to the onslaught. A shadow made the slim vertical shaft
flicker and then brightness exploded in the room, driving back the darkness
entirely.
Just as the male on the threshold of his
room drove it from his soul.
Hartt looked at him through sleep-filled
eyes and murmured huskily in the elf tongue, “I felt you stir. Everything
alright?”
Fuery went to nod, because any other
response would leave him weak. Vulnerable. He stopped himself, paused and
stared at Hartt where he stood dressed in only a loose pair of black cotton
trousers and scrubbing a hand over his short sleep-mussed black-blue hair,
yawning the whole time.
He didn’t need to protect himself like that
with this male.
Hartt knew the truth of him. Knew his
secrets. His story.
Fuery slowly shook his head.
Hartt yawned again, smacked his lips
together and rubbed sleep from his violet eyes as he stepped into the room. He
quietly closed the door, descending the room back into darkness that lasted only
a second. A soft glow burned in the glass lamp on the low round wooden table
near the window to Fuery’s left and gradually gained strength, driving back the
shadows again and drawing some of the darkness out of the black plastered
walls, softening the bleak colour.
Hartt’s doing, because Fuery’s own powers
were unpredictable.
Unreliable since that night.
The male padded silently barefoot across
the stone floor towards him and sat on the edge of the bed on his left, causing
Fuery to roll towards him. The warm light chased over Hartt, throwing the left
half of his face into shadow.
Hartt’s violet eyes softened as they met
his. “Tell me about it.”
Fuery sank back into the double mattress on
a sigh and averted his gaze, pinning it back on the wooden ceiling. Gods, he
didn’t want to speak about it. Everything in him screamed to protect himself by
making the male go away, but that light Hartt always seemed to draw out of him
emulated the lamp, fought to grow brighter and drive the darkness back.
He had to speak about it. Years of
experience had taught him that. Holding it inside would only give the darkness
a firmer hold on him, making it harder to shake it and increasing the risk of
him sinking into that terrible oblivion again.
He didn’t want to go there.
So he forced himself to speak.
“I woke…” His hands tensed against his bare
stomach, fingers curling into fists, and he pushed onwards. “I woke with the
taste of blood in my mouth.”
He could still taste it now.
He dropped his gaze to his body. No trace
of crimson on his torso. He uncurled his hands and lifted them, stared at his
fingers and his callused palms, scouring them for a sign, some evidence that he
had lost himself to the darkness and had killed.
There wasn’t a single fleck of blood on
him.
But it was there in his mouth.
Coppery. Vile.
“I think I did something terrible,” he
whispered and shook his head, numbness sweeping through him and bringing fear
in its wake, a stronger wave this time, one that threatened to pull him under.
Break him. “I don’t remember. I can’t recall how I got to my bed.”
He shifted his gaze to land on Hartt.
The pity shining in Hartt’s violet eyes
drove shame through his heart like a spear and he quickly looked away.
“I put you here,” Hartt said softly, his
deep voice a bare whisper but one that soothed Fuery, easing his fear and the
grip the darkness had on him. “You had an… episode…
and I brought you home.”
Relief bloomed inside him, sweet and warm,
but the darkness still refused to release him and worry continued to slither
inside him like a living thing, hissing in his ear that Hartt was lying, that
he had killed and the male was covering it up.
Hartt seemed to see it, because he sighed
and jerked his chin towards him. “Open your mouth.”
Fuery didn’t hesitate to do as he was
ordered. The male leaned over, peered into his mouth and lifted his top lip
with his left hand. When he prodded Fuery’s tongue on the left side, sharp pain
lanced the length of it and he flinched, almost biting Hartt’s finger. The male
was too fast for him though, reacted in a heartbeat and had his finger clear
before Fuery’s fangs could pierce his flesh.
“You must have bitten your tongue when you
were thrashing around. That’s all.” Hartt eased back.
Gods, the relief that hit Fuery this time
was like ambrosia. It poured through him, washing away his worry and easing the
chill from his blood.
Hartt’s lips tugged into a smile and he
slowly shook his head. “For a male who makes a living taking lives, you are
oddly affected by the idea of killing.”
Fuery knew it was a paradox, that Hartt was
right and he had no qualms about his life as an assassin.
But there was a vast difference between
killing when he was in control and murder when he was lost to the darkness.
He had felt that way for many centuries.
He had felt it since that night.
Now he couldn’t bear the idea he might kill
someone innocent during one of his blackouts.
He looked to Hartt and saw in his eyes that
he wouldn’t tell him if he did. Hartt was noble in his desire to protect him
from the pain of the things he did when the darkness was in control, but Fuery
didn’t want his friend to lie to him, to cover the truth and spare him like
that.
He needed to know the things that he did.
He had to know them. He could never atone, but he could bear his sins.
Because all that he had done, and all that
he might do, paled in comparison to the sin he had committed.
That night.
Book
1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (FREE AT SELECTED RETAILERS!)
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA
Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance
books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action,
intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from
dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful
angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha
males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels,
then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or
want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
No comments:
Post a Comment