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Sins of the Heart (Otherkin Series #1)

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by Eve Silver

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Half human, half god, Dagan Krayl is the Underworld's most powerful soul reaper. When one of his brothers is murdered, Dagan must use every ounce of his power to hunt down those responsible for his brutal death. But he must move swiftly—and carefully—if he's to have any chance of resurrecting his brother.

Yet that resurrection could wreak havoc on the


Half human, half god, Dagan Krayl is the Underworld's most powerful soul reaper. When one of his brothers is murdered, Dagan must use every ounce of his power to hunt down those responsible for his brutal death. But he must move swiftly—and carefully—if he's to have any chance of resurrecting his brother.

Yet that resurrection could wreak havoc on the mortal world. As an Otherkin, Roxy Tam has sworn to protect the human race, and it's her mission to stop Dagan. But when she sees him face-to-face, she realizes that she has seen him once before—a meeting that changed her life forever.

Neither Dagan nor Roxy expect to join forces for the sake of mankind. Or to have their loyalties tested as they struggle against the potent desire that threatens to consume them both….

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Library Journal
Stunned when the godlike man she watched save her teenage life by ripping the hearts and dark souls out of her two would-be killers wraps her in his jacket and gives her a lollipop, Roxy Tam has no idea that 11 years later they will meet again as wary adversaries. Dagan Krayl, powerful soulreaper and demigod son of the evil god Sutekh, is on a mission to resurrect his slain brother, which could spell disaster to the world. Meanwhile, fiery, mouthy Roxy, an Otherkin and Daughter of Aset, is honor-bound to keep humankind safe. Yet things are not as they seem, and as the pieces of the treacherous puzzle fall into place and unwanted passion flares, our protagonists have no choice but to work together. VERDICT Silver has dipped her magical pen into a wealth of Egyptian mythological ink and with a few brilliant strokes has created a pair of fearless characters and a richly unusual supporting cast and dropped them into an unforgettable world that is dark, seductive, and sexy as sin. Essential for urban fantasy romance collections. First of a trilogy (Sins of the Soul [Sept.], Sins of the Flesh [Oct.]), preceded by a July ebook novella prequel, Sin's Daughter. Silver (Seduced by a Stranger) lives in Canada.

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Otherkin Series , #1
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5.08(w) x 11.08(h) x 0.95(d)

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Save me from that god who steals souls,
Who laps up corruption, who lives on what is
Who is in charge of darkness, who lives in gloom,
Of whom those who are among the languid ones
are afraid.
Who is he? He is Seth.
He is Sutekh.

—The Egyptian Book of the Dead, Chapter 17

Chicago, Illinois, eleven years ago

In the far corner of a room in the basement of an abandoned factory, a woman huddled on a filthy mattress. Her wrists and ankles were bound by yellow nylon rope. Her head was bowed, dark, glossy ringlets falling forward to obscure her face. The harsh glare of the naked overhead bulb accented the curved line of her back.

Terror had a way of making mortals scream.

Dagan Krayl wondered why this one wasn't.

He shifted to get a better view through the half-inch crack in the door. Small, bare room. Concrete floor. Particleboard walls. No windows.

There were stains on the mattress. Old stains, reddish-brown, dark and stiff. Someone's blood.

Not hers.

Not yet.

But whoever had left her here would be back. So she had reason enough to be terrified. Reason enough to scream. Human females cried. And, at times, human males. But not this female.

Both her silence and her odd movements piqued Dagan's curiosity.

Her head bobbed like a buoy in choppy water. Up. Down. He could hear the distinct rasp of each breath, more scrape than sob, accompanied by a muted grinding.

What the hell was she doing? From this position, he couldn't tell.

She paused, shifted a bit to one side and rolled her shoulder up against her cheek to push back the long, corkscrew strands of her hair. Then she dipped her head and went back to her task. The grinding resumed, and he realized that she was gnawing at the rope with her teeth, making a play for freedom.

A flicker of interest ignited. It appeared that despite the desperation of her circumstances her spirit was tattered but not crushed.

A fighting spirit.

Something to be admired.

He blinked, startled by the thought. She was none of his concern. He was here to harvest and kill.

But not her.

The prey he sought had a tarnished soul, one smeared with the worst sort of slime, the accumulated malfeasance and malady of a lifetime. Nothing less would satisfy dear old Dad. Sutekh, the Lord of Chaos. He dined only on malevolence and vice. Evil was the delicacy he craved.

As a soul reaper, Dagan was tasked with providing it. He was not just any soul reaper, but Sutekh's eldest son. The old man had a small army of soul reapers to harvest for him, but he had only four sons, and he had exacting expectations of his progeny.

He glanced over his shoulder down the narrow, dark corridor. He'd already checked the massive empty space upstairs. Only the underground bowels of the abandoned factory remained unexplored. His prey was here somewhere, and he ought to continue the hunt, not stand here watching the woman.

But something kept him from leaving her and prowling off in search of a darksoul. He knew what it felt like to struggle and strive, to ache for freedom. Be careful what you wish for—wasn't that a common mortal adage? Freedom wasn't always delicious.

Reaching into the back pocket of his faded, torn jeans, he took out a lollipop. The clear plastic wrapper crinkled as he pulled it off. He popped the sucker in his mouth and waited—flavor exploded. Coconut… pineapple. Piña colada. Not his favorite. He'd remember that next time.

He folded the cellophane in half, then quarters and shoved it in his pocket, because littering went against his grain, even in this condemned shithole of an abandoned factory in Chicago's far South Side. The clear paper crinkled and crunched in the quiet.

The woman's head jerked up. She must have heard the sound.

She turned her face toward him, blinked a couple of times and then froze. He didn't know if she cold see him, but she definitely heard him. That was a surprise.

A long scratch marked her neck and a fresh bruise darkened her right cheek, swollen and red against the smooth toffee cream of her skin. She'd been roughed up a bit, but she still had her clothes on. Didn't look like she'd been raped. Yet.

Dagan figured she had to count that as a good thing.

She wasn't gagged. Her captor hadn't bothered, either because there was no one around to hear her or because the guy liked to listen to her scream. Only she wasn't. Screaming.

He found that interesting.

Stepping deeper into the room, Dagan lifted his finger to his lips—stay quiet—and reached back to pull the door closed behind him. He wasn't sure why he wanted her quiet. Letting her scream would only bring her captor running, which would save Dagan the trouble of hunting him down. But he wanted a moment with her. One moment.

Why? One moment to do what? He came up with fuck-all for an answer.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. Beautiful eyes, green and bronze, the shape almond tipped. The color was startling against her dark skin and even darker lashes.

For an instant, he saw only her eyes, tiger fierce. The room disappeared, and he saw only those eyes. They reached inside him, found something he hadn't known he'd lost, hadn't known he had in the first place.

The instant passed, leaving his pulse beating a little harder, his breath coming a little faster. He recognized that the source wasn't mere sexual attraction. It was… something else.

His gaze dipped to her mouth—full lips, lush and plump—and dipped lower to follow the thick silver chain that snaked beneath the neckline of her dirt-smeared tank top to disappear between the generous swell of her breasts. The room was like a meat locker, and the distinct outline of her nipples left no doubt that she was cold. He was in no hurry to look away; he couldn't help but appreciate the view.

I could warm her, ease her fear.

The uncharacteristic thought held distinct appeal.

Her breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. He dragged his gaze away, let it rake her at a more leisurely pace, and he felt a distinct unease as he noticed things he'd missed the first time around. Things like incredibly smooth, taut skin. Not a wrinkle. Not a line. Not a single flaw.

Hell. He had no business staring at her breasts, her nipples. He saw now that she wasn't a woman at all. Barely more than a kid. Nineteen, maybe twenty.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen." She frowned. "And a half."

And a half. That sealed the deal. Too young. She was far too young for him. And mortal, to boot. He generally didn't bother with mortals. They were too… human. There were more than enough female genies and demigods in the Underworld to choose from if he needed to scratch an itch.

But he'd pulled his gaze away too late. She'd seen exactly where his attention had strayed.

"Old enough to put up a fight." Her voice was low and fierce. "You won't get any without a fight, white boy."

His gaze flicked to the yellow ropes that bound her.

"I'm not in the habit of tying my lovers up." A slow smile curved his lips. "Unless they ask."

"I'm not asking."

She stared at him, her posture and expression putting him in mind of a cornered cat. Ready to fight. Claws. Teeth. Whatever it took.

Guts and grit. And beauty. He found the combination appealing. Nineteen. And a half.

"Fuck." He was here to harvest a darksoul, not think about getting laid, and he was rapidly coming to the conclusion that the faster he got done and got going, the better. He set his teeth against the lollipop, sheared off a shard of candy and ground it between his molars.

"Fuck," she echoed. "Yeah, that about sums it up, vanilla bean."

He didn't surprise easily, but that did the trick. She'd been beaten, bound and left to stew in her own terror, but she had the brass balls left to call him vanilla bean. And white boy.

He'd been called worse. With reason.

"You in this with him?" Despite the show of bravado, the question held a telltale tremble.

He took the lollipop from his mouth, studied her for a second, then popped the candy back in and used his tongue to push it off to one side. She held perfectly still, only her eyes moving as she tracked his actions.

"By him, I assume you mean your captor." At her sharp nod, he finished, "No, I'm not in it with him."

Hope flickered to life in her eyes. "You here to free me?"

"Free you?" He almost laughed. "No." If she were looking for a savior, she was in for disappointment. No one was coming. No one but him. Which was unfortunate for her.

At his answer, her cheeks paled, but her chin kicked up a little higher. "You gonna kill me, then?" Her eyes narrowed. "'Cause if y'are, get in line. I think the asshole who tied me up will call dibs."

Not tonight, he wouldn't. Dagan had no intention of letting the bastard touch her.

The second the thought formed, he ground it to dust beneath his boot. He wasn't here to protect this oddly alluring girl. He was here to kill and take what he needed—a darksoul to feed Sutekh's power.

But not from her. Her soul was bright as a xenon arc lamp. Sutekh would cough it up like a hairball.

"This isn't your night to die."

"Real talk?" She tipped her head and thrust one shoulder back in a cocky pose. Almost made him believe it. More bravado. And still no tears.


"Real talk?" he echoed, floundering. Then he realized she was asking if he was telling the truth. "I'm not here for you. I came for a darksoul."

She frowned at the term but didn't ask for an explanation. She had other things on her mind. "Good for you. Maybe you could help me with this little inconvenience first?" Her voice dripped sarcasm. Jerking her bound hands up, she separated them by the quarter inch the rope allowed and winced as it rubbed her already chaffed skin. "You got a knife?"

As he stared at the red, inflamed marks that brace-letted her wrists, something odd and unfamiliar raised its head and uncoiled deep inside him. He'd seen thousands of wounds, caused most of them himself. But the sight of her beautiful brown skin, abraded and bloody, was… unsettling. He felt a second's disorientation. He had no reason to care about her pain.

"A knife?" she prompted. And he heard asshole implied in her tone. Or maybe dickhead.

"No knife." He didn't need one. In three strides he closed the space between them. He took the rolled paper lollipop stick from between his lips, tucked it away in his pocket then hunkered down and caught the rope in his fist.

Her pupils dilated and she gasped. Every muscle in her sleek frame tensed. But she didn't jerk away. Only watched him with those incredible eyes.

A sound carried from the hallway. Footsteps.

"Cut me loose!" she hissed.

"After." He was already rising and backing away.

"After what?" Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her gaze flicking to the closed door, her fear clearly escalating. Bemused, he wondered why she was all swagger and sass talking to him, but she was terrified of the human in the hallway. She had her priorities ass-backwards.

Lifting a finger to his lips once more, Dagan cautioned her to silence as he eased back into the narrow space between the door frame and the wall. If she were smart, she'd be quiet. If she gave him away, it would only make his job… messier.

Jaw clenched, fingers curled into her palms, she followed his movements and offered a short nod as, with a creak, the door opened halfway. A blonde in tight jeans and stilettos sashayed into the room, shouldering the door fully open. Close behind her was a tall man, dressed all in black, greasy brown hair hanging lank to his shoulders. He had one hand clasped tight around the blonde's wrist, the other holding a long hunting knife down by his thigh.

The girl on the mattress lurched up and rasped, "Marcie! You're alive. Oh, thank God."

Marcie froze, and the guy holding her tightened his grip.

Looked like the bastard meant to rape and murder not one girl but two.


Disgust curdled in Dagan's gut. He was as far from good as anyone could be, but he did have a code. He always settled his debts. His word was his law. He refused to lie. And he sure as sugar never fucked girls barely out of high school then slit their throats.

Marcie tossed her hair back from her face and cocked one hip to the side. She had a hard look about her, like she knew the score and liked it that way. Turning her head, she slanted a glance toward the mattress and the girl.

That was all.

Just a glance.

No expression at all.

Not horror. Not fear. Not empathy.

Understanding arrowed deep, a sharp, bright barb, and Dagan narrowed his eyes, seeing things with new clarity.

Marcie wasn't bound. She didn't lean away from the grasp of her tormentor; instead, she relaxed into his grip. The way she held herself, shoulders back, head high, was anything but fearful. And her lips were curved in the faintest smile.

Well, fuck me raw.

The bastard didn't have two girls captive. He had one girl he was all set to rape and murder.

And one girl who was all set to help him.

The Underworld, the Territory of Sutekh

Gahiji stood on the sandstone gallery and looked down at the line of souls awaiting entry, petitioning for a moment, but a moment, of Sutekh's time. They knew him by that name, and others: Seth, Set, Seteh, Lord of Chaos, Lord of Evil, Lord of the Desert, Mighty One of Twofold Strength. Some even called him by the Greek name Typhon, a god known for cruelty and blind rage. Those who thought that knew him not at all. Sutekh never devolved into blind rage; he was far more dangerous than that: coldly analytical, methodical in his actions, his fury more blade than bludgeon. He was a businessman who could see every angle, map out all possible future ramifications of every decision.

The line of souls stretched so far that Gahiji had no hope of seeing the end. Each time one at the front was allowed entry, dozens more joined the line at the far end. They came to beg favors of the Lord of Chaos. Some were minor deities themselves, far below Sutekh in rank and power, here to wheedle and finagle a deal. Some were the souls of those who had failed to find the Field of Reeds, the paradise of life after death. Perhaps they had done dark deeds in life. Perhaps they had failed the tests of their chosen deity. Some could not pass the twenty-one gates of Osiris. Others lacked the payment for Charon and so would not be ferried across the river Styx. The Underworld was divied up into tidy territories, each god and demigod holding sway in their own kingdom. Souls had to play by the rules to get in.

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National bestselling author Eve Silver has been praised for her "edgy, steamy, action-packed" books, darkly sexy heroes and take-charge heroines. Her work has garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Library Journal, plus RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Awards, and in 2007 she received Library Journal's Best Genre Fiction Award. To learn more about Eve and her books, please visit www.EveSilver.net.

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Sins of the Heart (Otherkin Series #1) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 88 reviews.
FantasyDreamer More than 1 year ago
As I started reading Sins of the Heart and throughout it, I kept getting the euphoric feeling that I have found a new favorite author. The same feelings I had when I started reading Gena Showalter, Kresley Cole, Karen Marie Moning and the like authors. Sins of the Heart had everything I look for in a paranormal romance: a smart and feisty heroine, gorgeous drool-worthy hero from the Other world, a tight plot, believable and heart-pounding passion along with pages full of action and mystery. The main thing that kept my interest is the whole new world of dimension that Eve Silver has spun around the traditional myths on the Greek and Egyptian gods like Hades, Set, Isis, and Osiris. She's added her own layers of creative storytelling with her soul reapers, making the adventures seem limitless and I can't wait to gobble up more these guys. I plan on getting the rest of the Otherkin trilogy as it publish, and I'm so thankful that they are only a month apart in their publishing dates. And I'm happy to share that I found out the Otherkin books will not end with this trilogy, that Eve has two more books planned for the Otherkin world. *fist pump* I can only hope Eve continues to write these books beyond the two planned.
J_Rabbit More than 1 year ago
This book has been in my review pile for a while, always tempting me with it's cover to read it, the back blurb however always drew me back. It sounded interesting but not interesting enough. And that's how the story was, it was interesting enough to make me curious as to how it would all go but it wasn't interesting enough to make me want to stick it out to the end. I found the hero and the story idea fascinating but the heroine and the plot less than spectacular. The heroine was a bit two faced in the then sense that she gets all worked up if someone uses words that could be "offensive" yet doesn't mind tossing out a few racial slurs or using words that could be used as an insult. I don't think the heroine is a bad person, she just had a crappy life, so she puts up this 'I'm big, bad, and tough and don't need anyone's' help front to insure no one screws with her. There was just something that doesn't spark my interest in her enough to want to know more about her. The killer of Dagen's youngest brother was obvious I knew right away from the second I found out he had been killed who it had been. Yes, I like guessing who the bad guys are in stories but come on give me some sort of wild goose chase before I nail the bastard. I managed to get to the halfway point of this book before I realized I was no longer reading it rather than mostly skimming it. So I'm not sure I'll continue on with this series or not. So though the cover and story idea held a good deal of interest the execution of the plot and heroine were sadly disapointing. Not reccomending you pay money for this, borrow it or something.
Trebble More than 1 year ago
Dagan is a soul reaper and son of Sutekh, god of chaos and one of the major players in the underworld. Roxy Tam was just a girl he saves one faithful day from being raped and killed. Something about her haunted Dagan, but thought that by saving her and leaving her to her life was doing the one good thing in his life. Unfortunately that meeting had an effect on both for 11 years until they meet once again. This time, when meeting each other they are both trying to piece together a mystery in which they are trying to find a body, a killer as well as a motive. Even though misunderstandings and mysteries stand in the way, neither can afford to have this inexplicable attraction to one another, but denying it is much worse. And like all good PNRs, they cannot resist. Each has a piece of the puzzle. Each has their own agenda. Can they put aside their emotions long enough to put the puzzle together? I give this book 4 stars. This story really had me captured at the beginning. Loved Roxy's snarkyness and Dagan's dry humor. And if you are like me... you will shake your fist at the end. Why? Well, since it is a trilogy, it ends with the one thing I hate most in books... the cliff hanger! This book just came out at the beginning of this month and yes... wait for it... the next installment, "Sins of the Soul" will be out Sept. 1, 2010.
Aemelia More than 1 year ago
As the eldest son of Sutekh, Lord of Chaos(just one of a string of glorious titles), Dagan Krayl is the most feared soul reaper, gathering the wickedest souls for his father to consume. When his brother is brutally murdered, Dagan is determined to find and destroy those responsible. Roxy Tam is an Asetian Guard of the Daughters of Aset, set on protecting the innocent. She finds herself drawn to Dagan as she joins him on the quest to seek answers to his brothers death, uncovering a plot destine to cause war in the Underworld. ***** Roxy and Dagan have a bond that pulls them together, neither is sure why, though Roxy has a pretty good idea. I love the passion and determination each of them show, for each other, and for what they believe in. Dagan is a delicious being that I would love to be able to take a bite out of. The heat of desire between him and Roxy keeps the pages smoldering, that and the action-packed adventure they embark on to find the truth keeps the pages turning. Roxy is a bit more reluctant to let go of herself than Dagan, she has her secrets and fears, but Dagan is able to draw her out, whether she likes if or not. As the first book of a new dark paranormal series Eve Silver did an excellent job creating a world inhabited by gods, demons, humans and everything in between. She masterfully blended both Earthly and Underworld characters and scenes. I was drawn into a whole new world that I cannot wait to further explore. Especially as there are answers I still need. I can't wait to see who and what is in store for Dagan's brothers or how everything will be resolved. Aemelia Enchanting Reviews 2010
ReadingAngel002 More than 1 year ago
It was really refreshing to read a great adult paranormal book after such a long streak of YA. Don't get me wrong, I love YA, but every now and then I just have to get away from the teen angst and read about mature adults! This book definitely hit the spot. It was action-packed from the first page to the last. I loved the world that was built here. Dagan being a "soul-reaper" was a new concept for me and a great new paranormal type for me to love, and he was just uber-sexy. A compelling storyline that made me keep turning the pages late until the night. The mystery that unfolded throughout had me on the edge of my seat trying to figure out what has happened and what might happen next. The characters were great. Dagan was a strong, passionate male lead. He knew who he was and what he wanted and did whatever was necessary to make that happen. Roxy was my absolute favorite, she's smart--mouthed and edgy. A strong woman that is a rival for the most bulled-headed male, which I absolutely love. She's confused about what she is, but instead of sitting around whining about the cards that was dealt to her, she takes it all in stride and fights for the answers she wants. This was a great start to the series, great world-building that was revealed along with the action so that you weren't reading page upon page of it and getting bored. We're left with a cliff-hanger, but not one that's so bad it makes you want to smack the author, but definitely has you jonesing to pick up the next in the series. I recommend this one to any paranormal/urban fantasy fan! I can't wait to pick up the next Underkin novel and dive in!
DivasBookcase More than 1 year ago
Sins Of The Heart is the first novel that I have read by Eve Silver and it did not disappoint. In fact, I have found my newest paranormal series to obsess over. The story is the first of a trilogy that mixes romance with mystery and a bit of Egyptian mythology. At first, I was confused by all the talk about gods and demigods. But as the story progressed and more was explained (and my inner nerd starting showing), I quickly got the gist of what was going on and was able to enjoy a great read. Dagan is a soul reaper. His job is to harvest dark souls from the most evil and deliver them to the Underworld so that the soul will not be recycled. Ten years ago, Dagan met a teenage Roxy Tam who had been kidnapped and possibly about to be murdered. Dagan was not there to take her soul but was attracted to the feisty young woman like a moth to a flame. He was also fascinated by the fact that no human had ever been able to sense his presence unless he let them. Feeling something that he could not describe, he freed her, killed her captors, instructed her to have a nice safe life, and left her. But since that night he has never been able to stop thinking about her. Roxy was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite the reaper claiming to have saved her life, years of unspoken secrets have taken her freedom and cursed her with a fate far worst than death. She too had been unable to get the reaper out of her mind, but payback was high on her agenda and she wouldn't rest until she paid him in full. Years later, Dagan's brother is murdered and he and his remaining brothers will stop at nothing to find the killers and a chance to reincarnate him. Strange events start to unfold as a hot whodunit leaves friends and enemies scrambling for answers. In the process of running down clues, Dagan accidentally crosses paths with Roxy, who is now become his enemy. Dagan crosses the line when he goes after her with a passion even the fires of hell cannot put out. He will give up everything and kill anyone that comes between him and his mate. Dagan is my new book boyfriend because I loved everything about his character. He was dark and dangerous, a true alpha male when duty called. I liked the fact that he gave Roxy her space to do what she needed to do even though his instincts told him differently. Roxy was also a good character. I loved the way she was able to remain strong and independent even though she had the deadliest of creatures stamping a "Mine" sign on her forehead.
KahlanMercy 25 days ago
Sins Series Book One Dagan Krayl meets Roxy Tam on one of his trips to retrieve a Darksoul for his father. She has been kidnapped, but her spirit is still strong and defiant. Dagan decides to save her for reasons unknown to even him. Years later, when Dagan's youngest brother is brutally murdered, Dagan and his remaining brothers search for a way to bring Lokan back. However, Roxy is on the other side this time. As a Daughter of Aset, Sutekh's enemy, she is trying to make sure Lokan stays dead. If you're looking to expand your mythological horizons, grab this book! *I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
KirbyTails 3 months ago
I received this book for free from the author for an honest review. Sins of the Heart starts with a story about a girl who was too trusting for her own good. It doesn't look good for her. Until she is given a chance to live. Since that day Roxy is trying to help others. The setting is in modern time with a paranormal twist. Dagan is a Soul Reaper. Roxy is just going through her life wondering why she isn't normal. Dagan is looking for information on what happened to his brother. Little does she know that she is about to learn a whole lot more. The story is part mystery as Roxy tries to figure out why everyone wants a piece of her. The twist is worth the wait. The story is a slight cliffhanger to keep you hooked for the next book in the series. I like this type of series. It keeps me wanting to read the next book to see how it ends up. If you like a book that has mystery, romance and paranormal themes this is a book for you. I will say this is a book for adults. Some of the themes of the book are dark and may upset some people. It doesn't change the fact that is a beautifully written book. I can't wait to see where the story will go next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dark, gritty, complex and sexy. Finally another author with a storyline that appeals to a mature, thinking woman. JR Ward, Kresley Cole, Gena Showalter, and Larrissa Ione has spoiled me, and finding an author to read in between new publishings from these stellar authors has become a chore. But Ms. Silver has definitely got my attention. Bone up on your Egyptian mythos, a new paranormal world for me at least. And brace yourself for some alpha male and FEMALE (thank goodness). This one is well worth the money and time. See you in book 2.?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After finishing the Lords of Underworld, I began looking for books similar to that series. I found a few, and I liked them but none came close to the Lords. I found this book by accident and I'm so glad I did. I have another favorite author now. This book was great,,, just the right mixture of action, suspence and very sexy romance. Sorry Lords... These soul reapers have you beat.. Finished this book in two days...
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