Cursed: A Fallen Siren Novel [NOOK Book]

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Meet FBI Agents Emma Monroe and Zack Armstrong.

She's cursed. He's damned. Together, they make one hell of a team.



Emma Monroe is a Siren, cursed by the gods and ...
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Overview

Meet FBI Agents Emma Monroe and Zack Armstrong.

She's cursed. He's damned. Together, they make one hell of a team.



Emma Monroe is a Siren, cursed by the gods and bound to earth to atone for an ancient failure. She’s had many names and many lives, but only one mission: redemption. Now that she works missing persons cases for the FBI, it could be just a rescue away. Unless her new partner leads her astray.



Special Agent Zack Armstrong just transferred into the San Diego Field Office. He’s a werewolf, doing his best to beat back the demons from his dark and dangerous past. As a former Black Ops sniper, he’s taken enough lives. Now he’s doing penance by saving them.



Emma and Zack’s very first case draws them deep into the realm of the paranormal, and forces them to use their own supernatural abilities. But that leaves each of them vulnerable, and there are lines partners should not cross. As secrets are revealed and more women go missing, one thing becomes clear: as they race to save the victims, Emma and Zack risk losing themselves.





FIRST IN A NEW SERIES!
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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
10/15/2013
This urban fantasy series opener features Emma Monroe, an earth-bound siren who works missing-persons cases for the FBI, and her partner, Zack Armstrong, a former black ops sniper and, incidentally, a werewolf. The search for missing women leaves both agents vulnerable to their own weaknesses.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101599310
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 10/1/2013
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 54,689
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


 S. J. Harper is the pseudonym for authors Jeanne C. Stein and Samantha Sommersby.
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CHAPTER ONE

You’ve seen one dark, rugged werewolf, you’ve seen them all.

That’s what I told myself the first time I laid eyes on Zack Armstrong. I was wrong. Dead wrong. And now that presumption has come back to bite me in the ass.

I interrupt my best friend, Liz, in the middle of—something. I realize I’d lost the thread of our phone conversation the minute I spied Zack weaving his way through the maze of indistinct gray cubicles that make up the bull pen of the San Diego FBI Field Office. Save the hair and nine a.m. four o’clock shadow, the man is all spit and polish. Tailored dark blue suit, starched white shirt, blue and gold silk tie, and gleaming black shoes. The hair gives him a distinct edge—dark brown, slightly longer than regulation, no part. It’s swept straight back, accentuating the lines of his square jaw.

I resist the urge to crawl under my desk. “I’ll call you back later. New partner’s here. I’ve got to go.”

“Not until I hear the details. What’s he look like?”

Liz is forever trying to play matchmaker. Ironically, I rely on her spell casting to make sure a match will never happen.

I turn around and lower my voice a notch. “Remember the guy from South Carolina I told you about? The one I was partnered with on that missing person’s case in Charleston last year?”

“Really?” New interest sparks in her voice. “He looks like him?”

“It is him,” I say. “Which you’d think Johnson would have mentioned.”

“So what’s the problem? I’ll tell you now what I told you then. You shouldn’t write off the possibility of a good romp with a guy just because he goes furry a few days every month. Weres have amazing stamina. Hey, did I ever tell you about Walter?”

You name it, Liz has dated it. Being a witch with serious magical talent puts her in contact with a wide variety of supernaturals. A strong advocate for equal opportunity love, she’s currently dating a vampire.

But Walter the werewolf was decidedly not one of her success stories.

“Yeah, Liz. A few dozen times. The problem isn’t Zack’s nature.”

“The FBI has rules about fraternization?”

“No.” I wish they did. I wish it could be that easy. Not that getting involved with a partner is encouraged.

“What, then?”

My eyes squeeze shut. I shouldn’t have given Zack Armstrong a second thought in the last thirteen months, seventeen days. But I have. I’ve thought of him often. Too often.

Gooseflesh appears on my arms; the hair on the back of my neck rises. A sense of dread washes over me. That’s why he’s here. This isn’t a coincidence. It’s a test the Olympians have their hands in. Or, more specifically, one particular Olympian. Demeter. I’m a Siren—one of three. We were banished by Zeus and cursed by Demeter thousands of years ago for failing to protect her daughter Persephone—for failing to rescue her before she was dragged by Hades to the Underworld. It’s for this I atone. For this I pay.

And pay. And pay.

I’m tempted to make something up, but this is Liz. She deserves the truth. “I liked him. More than liked him.”

Her tone turns serious. “You never mentioned that. This could be bad.”

The understatement of the year. Guys I get into meaningful relationships with tend to end up dead, courtesy of my favorite vindictive goddess. Partnering with Zack Armstrong and risking a rekindling of whatever was between us could prove exceedingly dangerous. Even lethal.

For him.

“I’ve got to go.”

I click off, the sound of Liz’s protests ringing in my ear, and concentrate on the familiar six-foot-plus werewolf coming toward me. Deputy Director Jimmy Johnson emerges from his office. “Here’s the memo I promised you about your new partner. Better late than never.”

He may be chronically behind with paperwork, but otherwise Johnson’s tenacious about his job, a real pit bull. And, despite being only five foot six, he’s one of the toughest guys I’ve ever met.

I snatch the sheet from his hand and drop it on my desk. “Why didn’t you tell me it was Armstrong?”

“I thought I did.” His look is quizzical, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. “Zack! Good to see you again.”

The two men greet each other with a hearty handshake.

“Good to see you again, Deputy Director.” The Southern accent is smooth; the cadence of his voice is, as I remember, low and lilting. It was the first of many things that got to me about Zack Armstrong.

Johnson dives in without preamble. “Emma Monroe’s your new partner. I don’t have to waste time with introductions. What’s it been, a year since you worked on that case together?”

“Just over,” Zack answers, flashing a sideways glance in my direction.

What Johnson couldn’t possibly know is that we share more than a past case. We both have secrets—supernatural powers we’ve managed to keep hidden from the Bureau, the world, and, as far as Zack is concerned, each other. Unbeknownst to him, I sensed what he was the instant we met. We never discussed it. He’s never revealed it. But of course he wouldn’t, not to an outsider.

And then there is the other secret we share. Zack and I slept together.

Once.

It was during our last night in Charleston. We’d celebrated wrapping up the case, indulging in a good meal and too much wine. The attraction had been building for weeks, the sexual tension as thick as the South Carolina air. I wish I could say that one thing led to another. That I was impulsively swept away. But I’m not impetuous when it comes to sex. I can’t afford to be. The potential consequences are too high.

We agreed that after, we’d go our separate ways. There would be no telephone calls. No texts. No emails. No contact. Period. With twenty-four hundred miles between us, it seemed safe.

Johnson startles me with a slap on the back. “Show him the ropes. He’s all yours.”

I offer my hand. “Good to see you again.”

Zack takes it.

A woman can tell a lot about a man from his handshake. Zack’s hasn’t changed. It’s confident, firm, and friendly. It’s the handshake of a man who has nothing to apologize for and no regrets.

Johnson is already on his way back to his office. Zack doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are on me.

“I’m pleased to be working with you again, Agent Monroe.”

Is he? The handshake. The demeanor. Both seem genuine. But, despite the old-world charm, I can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

Maybe coming here isn’t something he wanted at all. Maybe it’s strictly a Bureau-initiated transfer. Maybe he’s merely worried about how I’m going to react. My curiosity has gone into overdrive. The possibilities ricochet through my mind like bullets in a steel barrel. I want to know how he feels. To taste the truth, whatever that may be. And I could. All it would take is lowering the dampening spell that keeps my powers in check. But giving in to temptation like this would be uncharacteristic. Using my gift comes at a price.

“I thought we’d moved past you calling me Agent Monroe,” I say finally. “Emma or Monroe will do fine.”

Zack releases my hand, then subtly breathes in my scent before stepping back to continue his appraisal. His gaze, now cool and calculating, sweeps the length of my body. He’s searching for a reaction, sizing me up. He sees what I want him to see, what he saw when we worked together before, a no-nonsense professional who is dedicated, capable, all about the mission. Denying my powers and disguising my beauty has become second nature to me.

Over the centuries I’ve become an expert at blending in. My dark hair may be long, but it’s never loose. I wear sunscreen. No mascara. No lipstick. No makeup. Period. Today’s suit, like all of my suits, is black and tailored. The white cotton twill blouse is classic, conservative. I don’t accessorize. I don’t wear jewelry. I don’t wear silk where a man can see it.

Zack’s eyes, an intense dark brown, ringed with gold, linger a fraction of a second too long on my collarbone. I can’t help myself. For one, fleeting moment, I remember the feel of his mouth there. Suddenly I’m conscious of the rise and fall of my chest. My throat is dry. I push the memory aside. The last thing I need to be doing right now is dwelling on what happened in Charleston. I know I should say something. I just have no idea what. Zack breaks the ice.

“It’s been a while,” he says.

“Yeah. So, how are you?” Before he has a chance to answer, I add, “I should introduce you to the others.”

Zack lifts his hand in the air and shouts out, “Zack Armstrong, new guy.”

There’s a collective “Hey, Zack.”

He turns back to face me square-on. “I’m itching to get started. What have you got for me?”

I take a step closer and lower my voice. “That’s it? You have nothing else to say to me?”

He matches my tone. “I was hoping to postpone the awkward ‘what are you doing here?’ conversation for as long as possible. At least until lunch?”

Since I’m not anxious to go down that road, either, I gesture to the desk facing mine. “Have a seat. This one’s yours.”

When he sits, I check my reflection in the window behind him. The glamour I rely on is firmly in place. The lock on my powers under control. He shouldn’t be able to see through the wholesome “plain Jane” facade, to discover what’s underneath, what’s real. Thanks to Liz, no one should.

“You heard what the man said.” He leans back in his chair and spreads his arms wide, giving me a glimpse of what I know to be a well-muscled chest under the fabric of his shirt. “I’m all yours.” His look is serious, expectant. “What can I do?”

A thousand possibilities rush through my mind. Not one of them has anything to do with the case.

Focus, Emma.

I pull a sheet from the file and give Zack the rundown. “Amy Patterson has been missing for two weeks. She’s thirty years old, an artist. She lives alone. We got the case this morning.”

Zack pulls a pen and a small notebook from his inside coat pocket. “What kind of artist?”

I quickly scan the report. “Painter, Expressionist, mixed media mostly.”

“Kidnapping gone bad?” he speculates.

“Could be. She’s successful. But there’s no known family and, according to her manager, no request for ransom.”

Zack sets the pen and notebook down, centering them deliberately on the empty desk. “Who reported her missing?”

“The manager, Bernadette Haskell. She’s known Amy for years. Haskell owns the gallery in La Jolla where Amy’s art is exclusively exhibited and handles Amy’s gallery bookings and commissions worldwide. I spoke to her earlier this morning. She said Amy rarely leaves her apartment. She both lives and works there. Plus, she has a huge show coming up in New York. And before you ask, yes, she called there to see if Amy might have gone ahead to check the space out.” I shake my head. “She’s not in New York, either.”

His brow furrows. “Why is the FBI involved in a straightforward missing person’s case? Shouldn’t the local police be handling this?”

I nod. “They should. They are. But Haskell has a friend in the District Attorney’s office and he’s calling in a favor. The relationship between Haskell and Patterson was more than purely business. Over the years Patterson became like a daughter to this woman. SDPD hasn’t made much progress. Officially, we’re just reviewing the casework.”

“Unofficially?”

“The fact that she’s missing hit the papers yesterday. The story is getting a fair amount of press. The DA wants us to close the case. It’s an election year and he’s out to win the hearts and minds of the voters. Something with this amount of visibility, if handled right, could cinch what is sure to be a close election.”

“Politics as usual. Where do you want to start?”

“SDPD already covered the usual stuff. They checked the psych wards, hospitals, and morgues. There haven’t been any recent credit card charges or bank withdrawals.”

“What about login access for things like email, social networks, and other accounts?”

“Nothing for a couple weeks.”

“I almost hate to ask, but could this be a publicity stunt of some kind?”

I remember the sense of urgency and concern in Haskell’s voice when we spoke. “My gut says no, but I don’t think we should rule anything out.”

Zack nods.

“According to Haskell, it’s not unusual for Amy to go incommunicado when she’s finishing a project. But it’s highly unusual that she’d up and leave town without telling her. And Patterson’s car is still in the building’s parking garage.”

“I assume they checked local taxi and car services?”

“Yup. That turned up zip, too.”

“No signs of a struggle in her apartment?”

I push back from my desk. “Not according to the police report. I haven’t personally searched the place yet. It hasn’t been declared a crime scene. No sign of foul play. Haskell said she couldn’t get away from the gallery this morning. She’s the only one there. But she’ll give us the keys so we can check the place out on our own. She’s expecting us.”

He rises. “Want me to drive?”

“Sure. The Haskell Gallery is on Prospect Street. I can give you directions.”

Zack follows me toward the elevator. “I know where Prospect is.” He punches the call button. The doors slide open instantly. He holds them and waits, allowing me to enter first.

He did most of the driving in Charleston, which made sense. We were in his territory. San Diego is mine.

“You aren’t one of those guys who pretends they know where they’re going because they’re too stubborn to take directions from a woman, are you?”

We face forward. The doors close.

“Do I look like one of those guys?”

The elevator makes its descent. Our reflections stare back at us in the polished steel of the panel door. Zack’s expression remains neutral.

“Looks can be deceiving. Sometimes you think you know a person, and then you realize you don’t really know him at all.”

He nods. “I suppose that’s true.” There’s a hint of sadness in his tone. Zack’s shoulders tense—a reaction so brief I doubt he’s even aware he reacted at all. “Everyone has secrets.”

He makes his way toward the exit and I wonder again what really brought him to San Diego. I wonder why he left his pack behind in South Carolina. I wonder if he’s joined one here. Mostly I wonder if he’s been wondering about me.

We walk through the foyer of the FBI building into the light of day. I pause, close my eyes, and tilt my face up toward the sun. How many more days will pass? How many more women will I have to save? I silently recite the same words I do every time I go out on a new case. Redemption could be one rescue away.

“You coming, partner?”

Zack has passed me and is waiting next to one of the Bureau’s many black Chevy Suburbans parked near the entrance.

Before I can answer, a silver BMW convertible pulls into the lot. It whizzes by, making a sharp right turn and pulling up to the row of SUVs directly in front of Zack. The car’s curves are sleek, its paint job gleaming. A woman steps out of the driver’s side. Zack’s eyes are glued to her. I can’t blame him. Her long legs emerge first, toned and sporting a pair of expensive red heels that boldly accentuate her black-and-white dress. As she approaches Zack, she removes her dark designer sunglasses and the silk scarf covering her head. She’s pretty, even-featured. Her makeup is meticulous. Long blond hair spills out and hangs loose in waves that brush her shoulders.

The tension in Zack’s body tells me the woman is more than a stranger stopping to ask for directions. He knows who she is and he’s not happy to see her. His shoulders bunch, his mouth turns down. I can’t quite make out what she says to him as she approaches, but his response is clear. He shakes his head and motions her away. The gesture is understated, discreet, but it carries with it a sense of finality. He looks past the woman, at me.

Her head turns, following his line of sight. Her eyes connect with mine briefly before she dons the glasses once again. The fraction of a second is all she needs to convey a warning. All I need to determine that she, too, is Were. One intent on marking her territory? I resist the urge to let my hand slide to my hip, where my gun rests securely in its holster. I choose instead to annoy her further by smiling and waving.

“You waiting for an invitation, Monroe?” Zack calls out before climbing into the Suburban and closing the door, effectively dismissing Miss Fancy Pants.

As I approach she turns on her heel. A confident toss of her head in Zack’s direction says she’s gotten her message across. Now that she’s seen me, now that she’s convinced I’m not a threat, she doesn’t bother to spare me a second glance. By the time I reach the Suburban, she’s returned to her car, climbed inside, and fired up the engine. With a squeal of tires, she’s gone.

But not before I notice the license plate. South Carolina. It’s reflex to store the number away in the back of my mind.

I open the car door. “I get the feeling she doesn’t like me.”

Zack is waiting behind the wheel, hands at the ten and two o’clock position, knuckles white. He avoids looking me in the eye. “She doesn’t like the fact that we slept together.”

He says it casually.

“You told her we slept together?” I ask, sliding into the passenger seat.

His gaze meets me head-on. “Would you have preferred I lied?”

“She your girlfriend?”

He throws the car into reverse and steps on the gas. “Ex.”

I wonder if the status came before the revelation and how long they were together. I’m guessing a few months, a year at most. The breakup seems fresh. In the month we worked together, he never mentioned being involved with anyone. There were no calls to apologize for having to work late and no women showing up at the office. But I did come to know Zack’s moods well enough to interpret this one. With one single syllable, he’s effectively closing the door on that subject.

It’s okay.

Zack can have his secrets.

I certainly have mine.

 

CHAPTER TWO

Zack wasn’t bluffing. He gets us from our office in Kearney Mesa to the Patterson Gallery on Prospect Street in La Jolla without a single hesitation or wrong turn. We’ve managed to miss the early morning rush hours on both Highways 15 and 52, so it only takes about twenty minutes.

La Jolla is an enclave of the rich and famous. Prospect Street is aptly named. It’s the mother lode. A street lined with boutiques, a luxury hotel, fancy restaurants, and galleries of all sorts, the connecting artery to the center of town. Zack scores a spot right in front of the gallery.

He’s been uncharacteristically quiet on the ride over. I don’t recall Zack being one to hold back. I suppose he’s still thinking about the unexpected visit from his ex. I am, too. What’s she doing here? It’s not exactly an afternoon’s joy ride from South Carolina. Or he might be bracing himself for lunch and what he anticipates is going to be a major confrontation.

We sit for a minute, facing the gallery. It’s located in the middle of a block built of gray cut stone, arched entryways separating one business from the next. We could be in the center of a European village, the intent of the architects who planned La Jolla’s exclusive shopping areas. The gallery is not the largest storefront. In fact, some of the businesses on either side are bigger. There’s a simple banner reading Haskell Gallery above the door, and adding to the old-world charm, flower-filled clay pots sit on either side of the entrance.

“Ready?” Zack says.

He has a notebook and pen in his hand.

I nod and push open the car door.

We enter into an airy open space broken only by partitions displaying what I presume are Amy’s works. The walls are painted dove gray, the floor is an oak hardwood, and the partitions are stark white—colors picked to emphasize the brilliant hues in Amy’s paintings. They shine like jewels under the subtle lighting.

“Abstract Expressionist.” It’s more of a statement than a question as Zack steps to take a closer look at one of the canvases. It’s about three feet by six feet and ablaze with the golds and crimsons of a fiery sunset, all intertwined until the canvas looks more like a piece of woven cloth than a painting. “Reminiscent of Jackson Pollock, only more controlled, purposeful, less chaotic, more deliberate. I like it.”

Before I can react with surprise to Zack’s adept appraisal, a voice calls out, “Very good.”

The reply comes from just behind the partition we’ve paused in front of. A woman steps out. “Amy was most definitely influenced by Pollock’s techniques. Incorporating her own individual style, of course. She also studied many of the Impressionists. Notice the short, intense brushstrokes.” She holds out a hand. “I’m Bernadette Haskell.”

Zack grasps it. “Agent Armstrong. This is Agent Monroe.”

Haskell gives us both the once-over. “I’m glad to see the DA has taken me seriously.”

It’s not hard to understand why he might. Haskell’s presence screams no-nonsense career woman. I’d guess her to be in her early fifties, dressed in an expensive tailored suit made of black lightweight wool. Under the jacket is an open-necked shirt of white poplin. The cuffs of the shirt are adorned with black onyx cuff links, matching her earrings. Black suede loafers and frameless glasses complete the ensemble. Her hair is silver, feathered at the sides to accentuate piercing blue eyes.

She fixes those eyes on me. “My office is in the back.”

We follow her through the gallery to a door at the very back. Her office is ultramodern, all polished chrome and glass. She motions us to sit in two white leather chairs across from her desk. When we are settled, she starts right in.

“Something has happened to Amy. I know it. She would not have left town without telling me. And before you ask, she didn’t have a boyfriend she ran off with, either.” She opens her top desk drawer and retrieves a set of keys. “These are the keys to her apartment. I haven’t touched anything since the police conducted their search.”

When I take the keys from her hand, she slumps back in her chair. “The police went through everything on her computer, checked her phone records. They didn’t find one single item to shed light on Amy’s disappearance. But I’m certain someone’s taken her.”

“What makes you so certain?” asks Zack.

“Look around the gallery, Agents. Amy’s career is flowering. She gets so many inquiries regarding new commissions we have to turn some away. She has a show opening in New York in two days. Her reputation is growing. She wouldn’t walk away from it. It’s what she’s worked for all her life.” She draws a quick, sharp breath. “And, quite honestly, I can’t bring myself to consider the alternative—that something worse has happened to her.”

“You seem very close to Amy,” Zack says.

“We are very close, Agent Armstrong.” She waves a hand. “Amy is reclusive. Doesn’t make friends easily. Her work really is her life. I am the only person Amy has let share that life since her parents died two years ago. I do more than manage her gallery. I am her friend, confidante, personal assistant, and, dare I say it”—she smiles here—“biggest critic. She looks to me to keep her grounded, on track.”

“When did you realize Amy was missing?” I ask.

She answers without hesitation. “March twenty-ninth. She had an appointment here at three that she missed. I called her cell, her home number. There was no answer. I left messages, spent the next two hours checking my voice mail. As soon as the gallery closed, I went over to her apartment. That’s when I really started to worry. Her car was there, but no Amy. By that time, my calls to her cell started to roll straight into voice mail. Either Amy had turned it off or she’d let it run out of battery. Again, uncharacteristic.”

Zack leans forward, listening intently. “Is that when you called the police?”

Haskell nods. “Yes. They told me I had to come to the station if I wanted to file a report. I was torn. I wasn’t sure I should.”

“Did you?” he asks.

“Not that night. The police suggested I call the local hospitals, the coroner’s office, the morgue. By daylight I was frantic. I called a friend in the District Attorney’s office and begged her to convince the police to help. She promised she’d get SDPD to come, told me to stay put. It waited for hours. They took my statement, gave the apartment a quick once-over, then left. They’ve done nothing. Nothing. Someone needs to take this seriously. It’s been almost two weeks. I had to get you involved.”

To Haskell, it would appear that the police have done nothing. But we have their case records to show they had done all the requisite background checks. Small comfort, though, to someone waiting for concrete news of a missing loved one.

I let a beat go by before saying, “You mentioned Amy having missing an appointment. Do you keep her schedule?”

“I do.” Haskell punches up something on her laptop, turns the screen so I can see. “Here are last week’s appointments. I keep it week to week.”

“Can you print it out for us?” Zack asks. “Not only the most recent entries, but for the last two months?”

Without replying, Haskell hits a key and the printer on a credenza behind her begins to whir. It spits out a dozen sheets of paper, which she takes from the printer, taps on the desktop to align, and hands to Zack. “You will see that Amy never missed an appointment before—” Her voice drops. “I’ve managed to put off most of what she’s missed. But now that her disappearance has become public knowledge. . . .” One manicured fingernail taps a copy of the San Diego Union-Tribune. It’s open to the Arts page where a headline reads Local Artist Missing.

I rise. “We’ll head over to Amy’s apartment.” I take a business card from my pocket and hand it to her. “We’ll be in touch as soon as we finish there. We may have more questions for you.”

“Anything,” she replies. “Just bring Amy back.”

Her telephone rings and she glances down. “I expect I’ll be busy today answering this damned thing.”

Zack has risen with me. “We’ll leave you to it. We’d appreciate if you didn’t mention our involvement just yet. Gives us a little time to work without the interruption of inquiries from reporters.”

“Of course.”

She reaches for the telephone and Zack and I take our leave.

“Patterson lives downtown in a high-rise at the corner of Kettner and A Street.” I’m reading from the police report. I look over at Zack. “I suppose you don’t need directions there, either.”

Zack is back behind the wheel. He smiles. “Nope.”

His manner is more relaxed. He seems to have shaken off the effects of his encounter with the woman in the parking lot.

“So, how do you know your way around San Diego so well?”

“Long story. I’ll tell you about it sometime. Right now I want to know your reaction to Haskell.”

“Smart. Efficient. All business. But her feelings for Amy are real. She’s worried. And it goes beyond her own self-interest in a business that appears to be doing very well.”

“We should look into the gallery’s financials, as well as Amy’s and her own.”

I put in a call to the office and let Johnson know what we need. He says he’ll get the warrants and put one of our people right on it.

I disconnect. “How do you know so much about art?” I ask when I’ve slipped my cell back into my handbag.

“I know a little about a lot of things,” he answers.

“Did you really like Amy’s paintings?”

“You didn’t?”

By now we’re making good time. Zack has navigated his way out of La Jolla, and Interstate 5 is wide open.

“Give me Giorgione’s Sleeping Venus or Heda’s Breakfast.” I sigh. “That’s art.”

He laughs. “You realize most people our age don’t even know who the Old Masters are?”

Our age? I stifle a snort.

“Age has nothing to do with preference.” It’s what I say, but actually, it does. I was living in Europe during the fourteenth through eighteenth centuries. While the art was magnificent, living conditions were decidedly not.

Ten minutes later we’ve pulled off the highway and I sit quietly with my thoughts as Zack winds through the maze of one-way streets downtown. We’re not so lucky in finding a parking spot this time. It takes several turns around the block before we spy a driver pulling out of a metered space. Fortunately, we manage to snag it before anyone else.

I look up at the building while Zack feeds quarters into the meter. “Nice digs.”

It’s an upscale condo complex, lots of glass, very modern in design. We let ourselves in through a locked entry with one of the keys on the ring Haskell gave us. There’s a concierge desk, unoccupied at the moment, so we walk straight to the elevators. Amy lives on one of the top floors, requiring use of another key to gain access.

“Secure building,” I note.

“Maybe not secure enough.”

The elevator opens and we realize there are only two residences on the floor. Amy’s is to the left. Zack unlocks the door. We pause for a moment to don gloves, then step inside.

My first impression is that Amy must make a good living with her art. The layout of her apartment is open, airy, with windows overlooking the city and the bay beyond. I take mental inventory. There’s a small kitchen and a dining area just to the left of the entryway. There are no dishes in the sink, nothing on the table or on the counters. I open one after another of the cupboards. A few cups and glasses. A set of dishes. No food. Not even crackers or a box of cereal. The refrigerator contains bottled water.

Zack is looking over my shoulder. “She must order in a lot.”

Like me, I think.

I look for and find a trash can under the sink. It’s empty with a fresh liner.

“Someone tidied up.”

“Haskell?” Zack asks. “She said she hadn’t touched anything.”

I move on to the living room. Amy’s furniture is plain, functional. A couch and a love seat arranged to take advantage of the views. No television or other electronics. I wander over to the windows. There are no curtains or screens. The bay sparkles in the distance and I watch a plane dip into position to land at the airport just visible to the right. The streets below are dotted with houses and other apartment buildings. The city lights must be spectacular at night.

Zack joins me, follows my line of sight across the street.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” I ask him.

Zack nods. “There is one building across the way that looks into this apartment. Maybe someone saw something the day Amy disappeared.”

There’s a remote lying on a small table near the windows. It seems out of place since there’s no television or stereo in the room. I pick it up, press a button. The window brightens, as if a shield had been lifted.

“So much for interviewing the neighbors,” Zack says. “I’ve heard of these windows. Highly energy-efficient. And impossible to see in from the outside. Appears Amy really did value her privacy.”

I step toward a closed set of doors. They open onto a bedroom. There’s a queen-sized bed, dresser, walk-in closet. The top of the dresser is bare except for three pictures in silver frames. I recognize Amy in one of them—the one the police copied for her missing person’s report. It’s an outdoor shot, probably professional judging from the way the background has been blurred to emphasize a pretty thirty-something redhead with laughing green eyes and an impish smile.

The second is a picture of an older couple taken on what looks like the front porch of a comfortable suburban home. I hold the picture up to Zack. “Her parents?”

“Probably. And this one.” He points to the third picture. It’s an informal shot of Haskell and Patterson. They have their arms around each other’s waists and are grinning into the camera. In the foreground is a birthday cake, ablaze with dozens of candles. “Seems to lend credence to what Haskell told us about the two of them being friends.”

I cross the room to peek into the bathroom. Towels are hung neatly, cosmetics lined up in orderly fashion next to a toothbrush holder.

“What woman goes on a trip without her makeup or a toothbrush?” Zack asks. He’s rejoined me and is looking over my shoulder into the bathroom.

From the way she looked this morning, certainly not his ex, I want to say. Instead I keep my mouth shut and shake my head.

There’s one room left and we check it out together.

Amy’s office is the only room that reflects more personality than orderliness. This is the room where she undoubtedly spends the bulk of her time. In it are two computers, a laptop and a desktop. Her desk is covered with unopened mail and stacks of magazines. The nearby floor-to-ceiling bookshelves contain everything from Nora Roberts to Nietzsche.

“A woman of eclectic tastes,” Zack says.

There are double doors at the back of the room that I assume is a closet. When I pull the doors open, however, I reassess my opinion that her office is where she spends her time.

This is the heart of Amy Patterson’s home.

It’s her studio.

Zack pushes past me. “Look at this,” he says with obvious appreciation. “North light, high ceiling, expansive windows. It’s the perfect setup.”

“For what?”

“For a studio.” Zack stops in front a large canvas spread in the middle of the floor. “The northern exposure means the space is bright, but the light is even. Not shining directly onto the canvas or in the artist’s eyes.”

“So you know a little about art, huh?”

“This must be the last project she worked on.” He squats down for a closer look.

I join him. All I see is an explosion of red in a pattern that resembles poppies, intertwined with blotches of bright blue, orange, and dribbles of yellow.

“It’s beautiful,” Zack says. “Primitive and alive. Soulful.”

“Yeah. Just what I was thinking.” I stand back and let Zack continue his rapt study of the canvas. I move around the room looking for anything that might give us a clue as to what became of Amy. I stop in front of a credenza covered in plastic and topped with cans, bottles, and tubes of paint. There are brushes soaking in jars of some kind of oil. Others are standing upright in an old ceramic vase. A couple have been left to dry on the top of the workspace.

I pick one up. The bristles are stiff with red paint. The other one on the credenza is caked with orange.

Zack has come up behind me. He takes the brush from my hand. “Remember when I asked what kind of woman would go on a trip without her makeup and toothbrush?”

“Yeah.”

He turns the brush slowly in his hand. “Well, what kind of artist walks out of her studio and leaves an expensive brush to dry without cleaning it first?”

“I’m guessing the answer’s the same.”

He returns to the painting. The canvas is stretched out on the floor, a taut plastic tarp underneath, anchored on the four corners with tacks. There’s a heavy blotch of bright red paint that bleeds from the corners of the canvas onto the tarp as if in her exuberance, Amy overshot her target. It’s at these places that Zack focuses his attention. I remember what Haskell said about those short, intense brushstrokes. What Zack said about Amy being controlled and deliberate.

He looks up at me. “I’m going to call Forensics. I think there might be more than paint here.”

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  • Posted October 29, 2013

    Before I started this book I told a friend, "I'm expecting

    Before I started this book I told a friend, "I'm expecting Mulder and Scully, only he's a werewolf and she's a siren - so I know I'll be disappointed."
    Am I glad to be WRONG.

    The comparison is even brought up jokingly in the book itself, but it's not exactly true. Other than both couples being FBI agents and the actual plot taking precedence over the romance, there's little else in common. But Cursed was still amazing!

    It's become so rare to find characters who act rationally and behave like adults, without petty drama clouding their decisions! All the characters were fully developed, I felt for them and there was never a moment I went, "That is so stupid!" - I know I'm repeating myself, but do you know how rare that is in UF?!

    So, Emma (formerly known as Ligea) is a siren working for the FBI to atone for letting Persephone be taken by Hades - Demeter will only let her get her life back if she doesn't fail in her job of finding and saving women - the way she failed with Persephone. Not only that, she's denied love - any man she loves and who loves her back is doomed to die.

    Enter Zack, her werewolf FBI partner, with whom she'd had a fling and now is back for good - and Emma can tell they're both falling for each other and that is obviously a problem.

    But don't be fooled by this PR description, the plot was solidly UF - emphasis on the case: a missing artist, followed by several other missing women (and men). And Emma and Zach have to find them before it's too late.

    I really, really!, enjoyed the mystery! I usually can tell who the villain is, but this one took so many twists and turns - I was extremely happy to be surprised!

    Also I should mention I hate love triangles with a burning passion which will never be extinguished, so I was absolutely blown away when there's a hint of a love triangle in this book... and I cheered for it. I know, I know, but it's so well written and it makes so much sense - and the characters are so vividly written and they are so normal (despite being supernatural beings) and reasonable that when the love triangle shows up (and I don't know if I can even call it a love triangle, a triangle possibility, maybe?), I just went, "Yeah, that makes sense, and it would probably be for the best."

    So - to all you love triangle haters (and I know there are a lot of us!), read this because it'll just amaze you how love triangles can be done right and not fill you to the brim with bile (as love triangles tend to do).

    Only one quibble with this: Emma mentioning Nero being responsible for burning Rome. That guy had obviously ran backwards into a wall of crazy, but that's one thing historians have managed to disprove - probably the one thing he didn't do.

    That aside, I highly recommend this to all UF readers, or any readers who enjoy a great book!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 28, 2014

    alright

    this was alright but not great

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  • Posted February 14, 2014

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    I liked the mystery in this book. The thing I didn't like was t

    I liked the mystery in this book. The thing I didn't like was the whiny heroine. I found her character to be flat and completely devoid of any likeable qualities. So unless the author revamps the character, I probably will not read the next book in the series.

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  • Posted January 27, 2014

    I loved this book, but I ask myself - who knew ol¿ goddess Demet

    I loved this book, but I ask myself - who knew ol’ goddess Demeter was such a …. cranky, haggish, bitter piece of work? 
    Very few people know that FBI Special Agent Emma Monroe is actually one of three – EVER – Sirens from Greek “mythology.” She has struggled for eons to gain redemption from goddess Demeter, who holds her accountable for the loss of her daughter, Persephone. Her one-time, and now permanent partner is FBI Special Agent Zack Armstrong, is a werewolf who thinks his secret is safe. They share a passion for one another, and a brief past that must never, never be repeated, let alone allowed to develop. As they peel back the layers of their first case, a dark supernatural threat begins to emerge, and it takes every bit of cunning they possess to follow the leads to a very dangerous end. 
    This book is smart and well written, with strong characters and tough, very tough decisions. I appreciate the pacing, the storytelling, and the way S.J. Harper walks a beautiful line between passion for the sake of a sex scene, and the kind of love that sometimes calls for extraordinary sacrifice. Very well done.

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  • Posted December 21, 2013

    Great book, very emotional at times. I loved this book and I can

    Great book, very emotional at times. I loved this book and I can't wait to read more of this series. I highly recommend reading this book

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  • Posted October 22, 2013

    I received an e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest revi

    I received an e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest review

    I have to admit that the first night I started reading Cursed I started it late at night and kept getting thrown out of the story. Why? The speech tags (all those he said, she replied, etc.) that we’re so used to seeing and generally skip over are written in present tense (he says, she replies). In most books I read they’re written in past tense. I wasn’t used to it or maybe I was just sleepy, but it threw me. But by the time I picked it back up on day 2, I had adjusted, became completely engrossed in the story, and went right back to not noticing them anymore.

    When I say I became engrossed in the story, I flew through it. The action is well paced, broken up with a bit of smexy fun times, and has a mystery that keeps you circling back on suspects. A plus for me too, is that Emma is a Siren and I’ve not read anything with Sirens so yay! a new paranormal entity. Don’t go thinking that the Sirens in Cursed are the whole mermaid type, nope, Emma is one of three mythological sisters cursed by Demeter. Sure she has certain seductive and suggestive powers that can have a certain , erm, effect on men but she’s not luring them to a watery grave.

    Rounding out this UF cast so far, we have werewolves, in the form of hunky Zack Armstrong, witches, and vampires. I enjoyed the interactions between the characters, particularly Emma and Zack as they try to figure each other out. Emma knows Zack’s a werewolf but doesn’t know his past and Zack? He just knows that Emma is….other, and has no idea what.

    I wish there was a little more world building and more of Emma and Zack’s histories, but that hopefully that means we’ll be finding out more as the series progresses. That gives us all something to look forward to because Cursed definitely needs to be on your TBR.

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

    Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Devilish Diva - Shawnie: *eB

    Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Devilish Diva - Shawnie:

    *eBook gifted by LITERAL ADDICTION to write an honest review


    Emma Monroe is an F.B.I. Agent with a twist - she's a cursed Siren. Cursed by the Gods to live for one thing... Redemption.

    Her siren abilities help her to solve the missing persons cases she is assigned and she is good at what she does. But her routine life
    is about to get a shake up with the help of Agent Zachary Armstrong. Her new partner, in solving crime.

    Zach is a werewolf, with a past
    darker than he wants it to be, and he too is on a path of redemption. When the chance to start over in a different state come to him, he
    transfers to the San Diego field office and doesn't look back. But there are fractions that don't want to let him go, and she has followed
    him to San Diego.


    These two are similar in ways Emma doesn't want to admit, and there is no way she can or will admit to the attraction she feels towards Zach. The willing attraction between the two of them that has nothing to do with her powers. I was a disappointed
    with Emma because it just felt like she gave Zach the third degree about his life, but she refused to speak about hers. All her talk about
    trust, made me feel like she was bullsh*ting. There was many a times where I wanted to just stop reading.


    Right off the bat you can tell Zach's a good guy, who'd been dealt a bad hand early in life, but he's making up for it. They click together like missing pieces of a puzzle, but Emma wants to keep their relationship strictly professional. She at times seems like a super b**ch the way she comes at Zach,
    but he holds his own and doesn't let her get away with anything when it comes to talking about their lives.


    I warmed up to her once she got the stick out her butt, but that didn't even last long. She is so busy worrying about what others will think
    and do that she doesn't stop to think about what she does to people. The ending made me mad, and it took everything not to give this
    book a two star review off the ending alone. But that wouldn't have been fair. A nasty part of me hopes the decision she made comes back to bite her on the ass, in
    my humble opinion she doesn't deserve anything off that one act.


    The case was amazing, it was unexpected and brilliantly written on and then explained. I couldn't have imagined any of it. I am going to patiently wait for book and two and hope it doesn't upset me like
    this one did. This is the first book though, it was bound to have some rough edges.


    Honest rating 4 SKulls.

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  • Posted October 17, 2013

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    Hot Mystery! Hot Romance! Hot New Series Start!

    People are going missing and the FBI is on the case, everyone is suspect and evil is afoot. Sounds like a good premise for another mystery, right? Add an ancient siren, cursed to be alone forever all because of one horrible family mistake and a hot, awesome and MAYBE just a little alpha-ish werewolf loner and you have as near to book nirvana as us mere mortal humans can get! That they already have a history that neither has quite gotten over is just a plus, a big plus, so big it took two authors combining their creative talent to dream up Cursed by S. J. Harper, the first in the new Fallen Siren Series!

    Emma Monroe seeks redemption from an angry goddess, while Zack Armstrong is determined to atone for a past that cost the lives of many, by using his future to save lives, each hiding their true identity from the world. Their attraction is so obvious, their dedication to doing the right thing no matter what the cost is admirable and in Emma’s case, sadly heartbreaking. Can these two work together without entangling their hearts?

    The S.J. Harper team is the dynamic duo of creative writing with witty dialogue, banter and tension, an ingenious plot that involves science, blackmail and the supernatural and an ending that leaves me wanting more Emma, more Zack and…just plain MORE! Did you two hear me? I want more!

    Lucky me! I received this review copy as part of the Cursed Book Blast Tour and Giveaway coming to Tome Tender October 31,

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  • Posted October 17, 2013

    SJ Harper is the pseudonym of writing team Samantha Sommersby an

    SJ Harper is the pseudonym of writing team Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne C Stein and I thoroughly enjoyed this first instalment, I love UF and this was an intriguing beginning. There wasn't a huge info dump like a lot of first books have, you discovered things gradually as you needed to and there is still more to come! So far we have Sirens, Werewolves, Witches and Vampires, throw in FBI cases, likeable characters with sizzling chemistry and secretive pasts and you are onto a winner! Definitely a series I will be continuing.

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  • Posted October 16, 2013

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    Cursed is the first book in the new Fallen Siren series by autho

    Cursed is the first book in the new Fallen Siren series by author S.J. Harper, a pseudonym for the writing duo of Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne C. Stein. Both authors are acclaimed in their own rights and have several books to their credit. Cursed a great combination of genres. You have elements of mystery and police procedural, the paranormal and urban fantasy elements and a bit of romance. The mix that results in a great novel that fans of many different kinds of writing will love. With strong characters, a touch of Greek mythology and vampire and werewolf mythos added in, this is one you won't soon forget.

    Emma Monroe is a siren. She and her sisters failed to save Persephone, the goddess Demeter's daughter from being kidnapped by Hades. And there isn't much worse than an goddess on the war path. Emma has spent thousands of years on Earth after being cast down trying to redeem herself. But Demeter is fickle and does not believe Emma is deserving of salvation. I loved the Greek mythology twist in Cursed. I have often read about Siren's but S.J. Harpers take on them was different and very interesting. The fact that Emma cannot have a loving relationship with a man for fear the Demeter will strike him dead, really adds a human element to the story. 

    Emma is trying to redeem herself by finding missing women as she works for the FBI. This was a great plot point. It allows the reader to have more than one aspect of the book to consider. You have the romantic angle, and mythology, now you have the mystery of finding a missing artist. I liked the way the authors were able to write the police procedural details without taking anything away from the overall story. Emma uses her abilities as a siren in her work and shows a side of herself that readers may not see otherwise.

    If that weren't enough to keep a reader on the edge of their collective seats, you have Zack Armstrong to consider as well. Zack is an FBI agent who becomes Emma's new partner. They have worked together before and Emma knows Zack has a secret of his own, he's a werewolf. He's definitely an alpha and the attraction between these two is palpable. I liked the fact that Harper is able to keep on track with the mystery angle and the romance. Emma can't get too close though or Zack might end up dead. So we add in another element, the werewolf equation. If you are thinking that all of these different aspects of the story might become confusing, you would be surprisingly wrong. It was easy to figure it all out and the pacing of the novel was perfect. You get the back story from all the different kinds of characters in bits and pieces and are not overwhelmed by it. Did I mention there was a vampire and witch in this novel too? 

    Who doesn't love a story about an ill-fated relationship? Usually, the story ends up with a happy-ever-after despite all of the obstacles. But you have to remember, this is urban fantasy. If you are counting on the romance between Emma and Zack  following the normal patterns, you'd be wrong. I loved the whole idea behind this duo. They were so completely different but they were facing the same obstacle... redeeming themselves for past wrongs. I loved the way the authors were able to make the connection between these two characters so real. If was more than just lust, there was some real substance to it, which made it all the more rote with peril.

    Can't wait to see what happens in the next one, we have two more sisters to meet!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2013

    Okay

    I was really eager to read this book. The story is interesting and so are the characters. I just thought it would be better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2013

    First time with these authors  loved the book , cant wait for th

    First time with these authors  loved the book , cant wait for the second third  so forth , Quite a twist , Really like Zack 

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  • Posted October 12, 2013

    When I started reading this book, I didn't know what to expect.

    When I started reading this book, I didn't know what to expect. I'm newer to the Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Genre. The authors did a fantastic job mixing the fantasy with real life. The characters are awesome. I had to do a little research for this book because I wasn't exactly for sure what a Siren was. For her to be an FBI agent saving lives is just an interesting little twist!

    In the beginning there is a lot of tension between Emma and Zack. There is feelings that shouldn't be there for partners, or for Emma at all. Anyone she gets too close to ends up dead... 

    Emma knew she was getting a new partner, but she didn't know it was Zack. She worked with Zack before in Charleston. Before wrapping up their assignment, they had a night of passion. Even though they had agreed that it was just a one time thing, no cards, no flowers,  no emails, doesn't mean that they both didn't think of each other. Especially Emma.

    As soon as Zack arrives, there is a missing persons case. The is a favor of a friend of the DA's. A young painter named Amy is missing. The duo digs around and finds another young women is missing, and then Emma's best friend boyfriend. They have all ties to a famous plastic surgeon. Is he hiding something? Is he the only connection the missing have?

    Even though Emma knows Zack is a Were, she never lets it be know that she knows. Will this team finally confide in each other and let their secrets be known? Will they find the missing persons? 1-click to find out.

    I really liked this book. I stayed up all night reading it. :) 4.5 stars

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  • Posted October 7, 2013

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    Cursed, the terrific first installment in the Fallen Siren serie

    Cursed, the terrific first installment in the Fallen Siren series, grabs the reader immediately and holds them until the end. Emma Monroe, an FBI agent specializing in missing persons cases in San Diego, gets a shock when Zack Armstrong arrives to take the position as her new partner. Just over a year ago, Emma and Zack worked a case together in Charleston, which they solved, but they also ended up in bed together that final night they worked together. Emma has been trying (somewhat unsuccessfully) to put that night out of her mind, due to the fact that her involvement with men often leads to unpleasant ends for them, given her hidden identity as a Siren (one of only three), doomed to punishment by the goddess Demeter for failing to save her daughter, Persephone, from the Underworld.

    Emma’s curse consists of two parts: her emotional attachment to men can end in their deaths, and she must work tirelessly to return missing women and girls to their loved ones, leading to her eventual redemption. Through the spell-crafting abilities of her witch friend, Liz, Emma keeps her true, irresistible Siren face and power under a glamour, though she does occasionally let down a wall just enough to use her skill to get others to tell the truth while working a case. Emma, able to spot other supernatural beings, knows Zack’s secret nature as a werewolf, though he remains unaware of her knowledge. Together, Emma and Zack must not only locate a missing artist, a case which leads in unexpected directions, but also must navigate the undeniable attraction they feel–a dangerous situation for Zack.

    The authors provide a true page-turner featuring a skillfully-executed melding of elements that define urban fantasy: intriguing paranormal elements, a highly-satisfying mystery, and fascinating characters. Both Emma and Zack have detailed backstories that we learn just enough about to understand the significance of events in the book, yet feel certain more will be revealed in subsequent installments. The pacing and suspense never flags, yet does not reach the frenetic stage which often overshadows plot. In addition, with its subtle thread of humor and splash of sex, Cursed truly has something for everyone and will please urban fantasy and paranormal romance fans alike. This reviewer eagerly awaits book two.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Enjoyable

    I'll pick up the next book in the series, but what the author did to the hero in the end is not my favorite plot device.

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  • Posted October 6, 2013

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    The writing team of S.J. Harper creates this fabulous story that

    The writing team of S.J. Harper creates this fabulous story that contains a strong and intriguing female heroine, a hot alpha werewolf, ex-lover as our heroines FBI partner and a wonderfully difficult mystery that is brilliantly solved. Emma Monroe is a cursed Siren that will capture your heart. Zach Armstrong is a gloriously hot, dream worthy love interest causing lots of conflict in Emma and her desire to keep Zach safe from her curse. The mystery of the missing vampires is magnificently executed. Keeping us guessing till the end but giving us the perfect conclusion and closure. I can't finish without mentioning the witty character byplay. Cursed is a marvelous story and what a start to a fantastic new series.

    S.J. Harper is the team of Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne Stein. Two marvelously talented writer that have come together to start this fabulous new series.

    I received this copy of Cursed from PENGUIN GROUP Berkley, NAL / Signet Romance, DAW - Roc in exchange for a honest review. This book published October 1, 2013.

    Written by: S. J. Harper
    Series: Fallen Siren
    Sequence in Series: 1
    Print Length: 304 pages
    Publisher: Roc 
    Publication Date: October 1, 2013
    Sold by: Penguin Group (USA) LLC
    ISBN-13: 9780425263297
    Rating: 5 Stars
    Genre: Dark Fantasy
    Age Recommendation: Adult

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  • Posted October 6, 2013

    S.J. Harper's Cursed was phenomenal! Authors Samantha Sommersby

    S.J. Harper's Cursed was phenomenal! Authors Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne C. Stein team up to create this totally fantabuously amazing read! I am always blown away when authors team up and write a book together. For the most part, the book reads like it's told by one voice! At times I like to think I might know when Jeanne was writing, having never read Samantha before, but it's hard to tell as a reader. All I can say is that S.J. Harper is now a favorite author of mine!

    One of the most amazing things about this read is how it combines Greek mythology and modern day supernatural creatures! There's not a lot of Greek mythology going on, but Emma is definitely at the center of it. She's a Siren, one of three who failed to save Persephone from Hades and Demeter has punished all three of them. As to what her sisters are up to, we don't know...yet, maybe S.J. will let us know in future reads! Emma has been spending centuries on earth trying to right the wrongs she committed and save other young women from terrible fates. Working in the missing persons department at the FBI definitely fits the bill in that area. Life is simple for her.

    Until Zack Armstrong walks back into her life. Zack is a werewolf, she knows this due to her Siren nature. She knows a lot of things like that regarding the supernatural world and can recognize when someone is other than human. But Zack doesn't know she knows. A year ago the two worked a case in Charleston, SC together and things got intimate. But since Emma was leaving, she thought that would be the end of it since they agreed to let things go and not contact one another, but when Zack comes into her San Diego office and she is told he's her new partner...well, things aren't exactly looking sunny.

    For Emma has learned that if she indulges in having happiness with a man...find someone she ends up caring for and loves...Demeter kills them. It's always best to keep people away and not form loving relationships. As Demeter puts it, Emma is not meant for happiness until she is forgiven and she won't be forgiven until Demeter feels like it.

    Trying to avoid any romantic thoughts or feelings is hard, because there was something about Zack that Emma just couldn't shake off. It only makes it worse when it's clear that Zack feels the same way. But there is work to be done and that involves finding a missing person. Which then leads to two missing people and then three! Most shocking of all is that these three people all have something in common.

    I really, really enjoyed this read! It was like the perfect Urban Fantasy read for the Urban Fantasy reader! There's a good dose of action, a mix of supernaturals, action, a feisty heroine and smoldering, sexy hero! There are definitely go to be some challenges for Emma and Zack and that doesn't even include the main threat of Demeter. Zack's ex-girlfriend happens to be in town, who's also a werewolf. And then Emma ends up catching the eye of an unlikely fellow. Trouble is what's going to happen!

    I am most eager to see where this series goes! I love a good mystery and S.J. definitely delivers that in this read! Trying to find the missing persons seemed like a clear-cut case, but then so many other issues came up in the case that it made it not so easy to deal with anymore. I shudder to think how Emma and Zack will have to handle the legalities of other cases that they will deal with in the future, for in this world, the supernatural peeps are still in hiding, they live among us yes, but we feeble humans do not know of their existence.

    The Fallen Siren series promises to be one helluva Urban Fantasy read and I so look forwarded to seeing what adventures there are to be had! And of course the fate of our starcrossed lovers!


    Overall Rating 5/5 stars

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    Slightly Impressed

    Earc given by LITERAL ADDICTION to write an honest review.
    Emma Monroe is an F.B.I. Agent with a twist - she's a cursed Siren. Cursed by the Gods to live for one thing... Redemption. Her siren abilities help her to solve the missing persons cases she is assigned and she is good at what she does. But her routine life is about to get a shake up with the help of Agent Zachary Armstrong. Her knew partner, in solving crime.

    Zach is a werewolf, with a past darker than he wants it to be, and he too is on a path of redemption. When the chance to start over in a different state come to him, he transfers to the San Diego field office and doesn't look back. But there are fractions that don't want to let him go, and she has followed him to San Diego.

    These two are similar in ways Emma doesn't want to admit, and there is no way she can or will admit to the attraction she feels towards Zach. The willing attraction between the two of them that has nothing to do with her powers. I was a disappointed with Emma because it just felt like she gave Zach the third degree about his life, but she refused to speak about hers. All her talk about trust, made me feel like she was bullsh*ting. There was many a times where I wanted to just stop reading.

    Right off the bat you can tell Zach's a good guy, who'd been dealt a bad hand early in life, but he's making up for it. They click together like missing pieces of a puzzle, but Emma wants to keep their relationship strictly professional. She at times seems like a super b**ch the way she comes at Zach, but he holds his own and doesn't let her get away with anything when it comes to talking about their lives.

    I warmed up to her once she got the stick out her butt, but that didn't even last long. She is so busy worrying about what others will think and do that she doesn't stop to think about what she does to people. The ending made me mad, and it took everything not to give this book a two star review off the ending alone. But that wouldn't have been fair. A nasty part of me hopes the decision she made comes back to bite her on the ass, in my humble opinion she doesn't deserve anything off that one act.

    The case was amazing, it was unexpected and brillantly written on and then explained. I couldn't have imagined any of it. I am going to patiently wait for book and two and hope it doesn't upset me like this one did. This is the first book though, it was bound to have some rough edges.

    Honest rating 4 Stars.

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  • Posted October 5, 2013

    Cursed by S.J. Harper is the first book in their Fallen Siren se

    Cursed by S.J. Harper is the first book in their Fallen Siren series. S.J. Harper is the pen name for the writing team of Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne C. Stein. Cursed is urban fantasy, with a Greek Goddess, a Siren, a Witch, and a Werewolf.

    Emma Monroe is our heroine, and she is an FBI agent. But what most people do not know is that Emma is a Fallen Siren, punished by the Greek Goddess, Demeter, for allowing her daughter, Persephone to be kidnapped. Emma has been cursed and banished to live among mortals on earth; she spends these never ending years determined to save those in trouble, mainly other woman, hoping for redemption in the eyes of Demeter. Since thousands of years have passed, will she ever be forgiven?

    Emma knows that Demeter watches her every move from afar. She has unique powers, such as reading a person’s mind, but rarely uses them in fear of repercussions from Demeter. Emma is an excellent FBI agent. We meet our hero Zach, who ends up becoming Emma’s new partner, and she is not a happy camper. Her and Zach worked together on a case awhile ago, which ended up with a one night stand. Zach is determined to win over Emma, as he has not forgotten her.

    Zach has his own issues, as he is a werewolf, something Emma has known. However, Zach knows something is different about Emma, but he does not know why.

    They are assigned a case of some missing women, which involves murder, vampires, and stolen organs. They work very closely together, with Emma determined not to become involved with Zach. She always knows that if she chooses to become romantically involved with any man, Demeter is very vindictive and would think nothing of killing him. Emma and Zach do get off to a bumpy start, but as the case gets more complicated and dangerous, their attraction to one another becomes difficult to ignore.

    Cursed is an excellent mystery, and does show vampires in a somewhat different light, as they live normal lives among the mortals. S.J. Harper has created a great couple, and also some good secondary characters, which I am sure we will learn more about in future books. Liz, is Emma’s friend, and a powerful witch. Kallistos is an ancient vampire, who is extremely powerful, and takes an interest in Emma, when he helps them solve the case.

    Harper does a great job with this world building; an exciting last half of the book, with many twists and surprises. This was also wonderful romance that is destined to fail. Will Emma and Zach stay together? We have had books on Fallen Angels, but this is my first book on Fallen Sirens. There are two more Sirens that we have not met yet. I really enjoyed the characters and the story, and look forward to the next book in this series.

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    Posted July 21, 2014

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