Genevieve Drake has never been the helpless kind of girl, has never needed to be rescued. That is, not until her twentieth birthday when some dude nearly chokes her to death in an alley and a hot stranger splits the guy in half, rips a monster from inside, and incinerates it into ash.
The hot guy? Jude Delacroix—Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons. Now her guardian, whether she likes it or not.
But she’s seriously beginning to like it.
The dude choking her? One of many demons from the underworld trying to abduct or kill Genevieve. As the prime target of the demon prince, Danté, she has no problem accepting Jude’s protection.
Why Genevieve? She’s a Vessel, one born to serve the Light but can be corrupted and used as a weapon for darkness. She had no idea this world even existed. Now, she just wants to survive it.
Each book in The Vessel Trilogy is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1: Forged in Fire
Book #2: Sealed in Sin
Book #3: Bound in Black
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I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror-backed elevator. Long legs in dark blue skinny jeans, red top that fit a little too well, and straightened black hair falling to the middle of my back. Along with Mindy's Ferrari-red lipstick, I looked ...
"Smokin' hot. You've got some serious junk in the trunk too."
I glared in the mirror at my best friend, her perfect blonde self beaming at me with a syrupy-sweet smile.
"Seriously, I will wipe that smirk off your face."
"Oh, come on, Gen. You look amazing, and you know it. I wish I had half your curves. Don't be so grumpy. Tonight, I want you to relax. Nothing else to worry about. Just have fun."
I glanced down at her baby blues pleading with me to loosen up.
"Nothing to worry about. Fun. Got it." I smiled.
"Awesome. Now let's go celebrate!"
We were total opposites in just about every way. She was petite, slender and tan. I had inherited my height and dark hair from my dad. But my milk-pale skin and ice-blue eyes came from my mother.
"Stop brooding," muttered Mindy.
Right before the elevator doors opened, Mindy shifted and glanced sideways under long lashes. A telltale sign of guilt I recognized from our long friendship.
"What, Mindy? What did you do?"
"Nothing," she protested too innocently. "I forgot to mention that Steven is coming with us."
The elevator dinged. The door opened.
"You did not set me up on a date tonight," I grated out.
"No, I promise! Not a date. He just wanted to come along. As a friend. That's all."
I eyed her with suspicion. "Whatever. But, I am not on a date. This is my night, remember?"
"Yes! Of course! Your night."
She hooked her arm through mine as we entered the lobby of her mother's upscale New Orleans condo. I was still surprised by what an unemployed divorcee could afford, but then I glanced at Mindy. She was a perfect miniature of her mother. An endless stream of wealthy men in this city were willing to bestow treasures on attractive, charming women. I kept hoping Mindy would choose more wisely. Sadly, she had the same sort of taste in men as her mother.
We waltzed into the lobby, arm in arm, clip-clopping across white marble to a set of gold brocade sofas. Her boyfriend, Dazzling Dave, jumped up along with his buddy, Slippery Steve.
"Ladies, ladies. You two look divine."
Seriously? I wish Mindy would find a new boyfriend and fast. His lines were nauseating. He gave us his signature smile, beaming his super-straight and over-bleached teeth.
"Hi, David," she gushed, instantly gluing herself to his side.
Steven stepped up, eyeing me from top to toe. "Hello, Gen. You look awesome. Ready to celebrate?"
"Hey, Steven. Thanks. Ready as I'll ever be."
I tried not to grind my teeth as we pushed through the glass doors into the night. I wanted to stay angry at Mindy for dragging Steven along. She knew that our failed blind date nearly a month ago still had me on edge every time someone mentioned going to the movies. Seriously, I didn't realize that watching a Will Ferrell comedy in the dark was a contact sport — not until I went out with Slippery Steve.
The ride downtown in David's convertible definitely lightened my mood. Cool night air hinted at autumn. Canal Street buzzed with life. Neon lights blazed from one end to the other, highlighting everything from liquor stores to Commander's Palace. Partygoers laughed, sauntered, and half stumbled along the sidewalks. The din of honking horns chorused energy and life. Rather than turn left toward the French Quarter where the buzz became downright noisy, we hung a right. I had no idea where we were going. Mindy had kept it all hush-hush, wanting to surprise me.
The New Orleans business district bustled during the daytime, but now the streets were near empty. All the shops and offices stood dark and closed. Apparently something was still open or Mindy wouldn't have dragged us down here. David parallel parked on a side street, folding the top up with a click on the dash.
"Let's go, ladies."
"Come on, Gen!" Mindy squealed as she scooted out.
I smoothed down my hair, unable to keep from laughing at her enthusiasm. "I take it you're excited?"
"You're going to love this place. Promise."
One block over, David led us down a few steps into a basement club underneath a fluorescent-green sign reading Tartarus. A broad, beefy guy took my license at the door, scanning it without expression. He blinked twice, then handed it back to me, saying in a monotone voice, "Happy birthday."
"Thanks, Sunshine." I gave him my brightest smile.
His mouth quirked at the corners, then straightened again to a grim line. I loved throwing people off-balance.
Mindy pulled me, literally, bouncing into the club. The beat pumped right through my body, vibrating to my bones. Laser lights flicked and twisted around the room, pulsing to the rhythm of the house music. While Tweedledee and Tweedledum went for drinks, I pulled Mindy out to the dance floor. A drinker I was not, but dancing? Hell yeah.
Making our way through the throng to the middle of the dance floor, Mindy and I moved our bodies to the rhythm pulsating around us. I loved this feeling of elation when I relaxed my inhibitions. I spent so much of my time behaving calm and controlled, but here, I could let loose and dance with my best friend. No matter that we were crushed between sweaty bodies reeking of cigarette smoke, hard liquor and musky cologne — I felt free. I laughed. Mindy threw her head back and laughed with me.
A tall sandy-haired guy beelined for us. He passed Mindy and started dancing behind me. Why is it that every Timberlake-wannabe thinks he can grind on a girl when she's having a perfectly good time dancing without him? I maneuvered closer to Mindy, rolling my eyes so he couldn't see. She smirked with a sympathetic tilt of the head, but the guy was not taking the hint. Seriously? I needed to warn him off. He put his hands on my hips, pressing even closer. I restrained from kneeing him in that most sensitive spot for men, wanting to keep my birthday as trouble free as possible.
"No thanks." I pushed his hands away.
By some divine fortune, he didn't put them back, but leaned close, warm breath on my ear.
"You're really hot."
I nodded. "Yeah, you're right. It's really hot. Need something to drink."
I pointed toward the bar, pulling Mindy along with me. A quick glance back at gyrating boy had me stumped. He stood perfectly still, staring after us as if confused. A sinister red gleam flickered in his eyes as I turned away, a weird reflection of lights or something. When I glanced back from the bar, he had started dancing with another unlucky girl.
"Creeper!" yelled Mindy in my ear.
The music kept us from having any civil sort of conversation, so we leaned back against the bar, where David passed us drinks. Blue lighting backlit the wall of liquor bottles all the way to the ceiling, giving the dark room an eerie glow. Black dominated the place, except for the bar lighting and the silver cages on either side of the DJ's stage. This is where especially drunk girls who wanted to be center stage could make total asses of themselves. Right now, only one cage was occupied by a barely standing blonde.
"Appletini." David passed Mindy a glass of green liquid. "And Coke Zero."
"Thanks," I said, downing it.
"It is your birthday," said Mindy. "You could live a little, you know?"
Mindy and I were still underage, but that didn't stop most of the young-adult world stuck in that purgatory between eighteen and twenty-one. Honestly, who came up with the law to allow college students to enter a bar at eighteen but not be served alcohol? For once, I'd love to see an undercover police officer shut down one of these clubs, flashing his badge and attempting to arrest the vast number of underage drinkers allowed into the place.
"Come on," urged Mindy.
She persuaded so well.
"Fine," I sighed. "I'll have a drink. A beer, please."
Steven grinned like an idiot, and I don't know why. It's not like one beer would suddenly make him attractive. I leaned back against the bar, propping my elbows up behind me. Scanning the scene, my eyes passed by a corner, then did a double-take, zoning in on someone tall, dark and way-beyond-handsome.
He stood in the shadows against the far wall behind the dance floor. Dark jeans, black button-down, crossed arms, and seriously fine face fixed directly on ... me. Never before had my heart leapt into my throat. I tried to swallow, to make it go back into my chest where it belonged. To no avail, mind you.
"Here, beautiful." Steven handed me an Abita Amber.
"Thanks," I muttered with a tight smile. Please, Steven. If you could see the competition across the room, you'd tuck tail and run.
"Yay!" screamed Mindy. "A birthday beer!" She giggled and clinked her glass against the lip of my bottle.
The music pumped hard and loud, wavering between old-school classics and modern tunes. Mindy suddenly squealed with delight. I knew why without asking. The Cure's song "Fascination Street" started thrumming all around us. As much of a Barbie Doll as she was, Mindy had eclectic taste in music, and anything by The Cure required complete adoration. Taking my beer with me, I followed her back onto the floor, squeezing through the sweaty bodies.
Unfortunately, Steven did too. Persistence — I suppose that is a virtue in some people. Right now, it was just annoying. I sipped on the Abita to avoid talking to him and moved to the slow beat. Mindy and David shuffled off together, locked in an embrace. I feigned interest, pretending to listen to Steven yammer about who-knows-what, but all I wanted was to peer behind him at Mr. Rugged and Beautiful.
He hadn't moved, still watching from his solitary post with hooded eyes. Actually, from here, I couldn't really tell if his eyes were directed at me or simply in my general vicinity.
Oh crap! Here came sandy-haired gyrating boy again, more earnest than ever. His hands found my hips, quickly moving south.
"Back off!" I shouted over the music, elbowing him in the ribs.
Not too hard, but hard enough to make the average guy get the hint. He didn't.
"Dude, did you hear her? Back off!" Steven stepped in.
For once, I was thankful he was present. Steven grabbed the guy's shoulder, but Sandy-hair pushed Steven so hard he fell through the crowd into the DJ's stage. Other dancers sidestepped and turned back to their partners, probably thinking him drunk. Sandy-hair swiveled to me. A cold expression shuddered across his face. I stepped back, but he caught my wrist in an unbreakable grip. He pulled me hard against his chest, knocking my bottle to the floor, pinning my arms under his. He grinned. Primal fear flared inside me. Something was very wrong here. Again, a flash of red skimmed across his eyes. Was I already tipsy from half a bottle of beer?
"Let her go," a deep voice rumbled directly behind me.
Sandy-hair tore his gaze from mine. One glance at the deep-voiced person over my shoulder, and shock skittered over his expression. Or was it fear? He bared his teeth like a cornered animal, then let me go, backing away toward the exit of the club.
I twisted around, looking up, way up, into the face of Mr. R-and-B standing a head taller than me. I was five eight and wearing boots. Dark eyes, so dark they were almost black. An unreadable expression set in harsh lines. I couldn't form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. From far away, he was stunning. Up close, I couldn't even breathe. He gazed down at me for what seemed like an eternity while lights and music pumped around us. Captivating. Hypnotizing. Was he putting me under some spell? Why couldn't I think straight? My mouth hung agape as I tried to regain composure.
Finally, he spoke. "Are you all right?"
Me? No! I'm about to need resuscitation from lack of oxygen. Preferably mouth-to-mouth. And from you, please.
"Yes. I'm fine," I whispered, clearing my throat.
All of a sudden, it was very hot in here. Where was that beer?
He stared at me a moment longer. He appeared to be somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, but something in those dark depths made him seem so much older. His olive skin reminded me of warmer climates; not here in Cajun country but somewhere distant, exotic. Wavy dark brown hair hung loosely across his forehead and to the nape of his neck. He hadn't shaved recently, and man, oh man did I want to run my fingers across that scruffy jawline. I realized I was staring, no, gawking at him. A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Without saying anything else, he pivoted and headed for the exit, which was quite a pleasant view.
By this time, Steven was back at my side, scowling.
"Where's that dude? I'm gonna smash his face in!"
I couldn't figure out exactly what just happened. Of course I was thankful Mr. R-and-B showed up, for more than one reason. There was something very wrong with Sandy-hair. Maybe he was on drugs. Ecstasy could make people very touchy-feely, so I was told. The way he glared at me, the sheer menace in those strange-colored eyes — disturbing to say the least. Must be the laser lights in here.
I waved the bartender over and downed the beer the moment it was in my hands, I tried to chill out. Glancing back at the dance floor, I saw David half carrying Mindy toward the bar with a rip in her jeans at the knee.
"Mindy! What happened?"
"Fell and twisted it." She winced with each step. I pulled up a stool.
"Let me go get the car," said David. "I'll pull it around."
"No, David," Mindy whined in her lilting drunk voice. "Stay with meeee." She hooked her arm tighter around his neck. One too many appletinis.
"I'll go." I set my beer on the bar. "Wait here."
Mindy grabbed my arm. "Sorry." She pouted with glazed eyes. "Didn't mean to ruin your birthday."
"You didn't." I smiled. "Be right back."
"I'll come with you." Steven took David's keys and followed me. We pushed through the crowd back to the entrance, passing by big-and-beefy at the door.
"Later, Sunshine," I called with a wave.
He nodded with a thin smile. Not a soul walked the street. I found it sort of strange to have a bar located in the more industrial end of town. But it was an eccentric place. Maybe that's what they were going for. Exclusivity, to make it more appealing. A gust of wind whooshed by, lifting my hair. I wrapped my arms around myself as we angled down the side street toward the car.
"You cold?" asked Steven behind me.
"No." But something made me shiver. "You have the keys?"
"Yeah, right —"
I heard the keys jingle and fall to the pavement, then a thump. I spun to find Steven slumped against the wall. Unconscious. Before I could register what happened, my body slammed up against the brick wall behind me. Pinned in place by none other than Sandy-hair, his hand grasping and squeezing my throat.
"Keep still." Voice low and gravelly. "Don't scream."
As if I could. How could I, of all people, get myself into a defenseless position? I knew how to fend off an attack in a hundred different ways, but he already had me in such a tight grip. He crushed me against the wall, choking the life out of me. I stared up at him, hoping to memorize his face for a police report later. If there was a later. Spots hazed my vision, though I definitely recognized those hate-filled eyes, blazing blood-red down at me. What the hell?
"Such a pretty one." A guttural murmur. "Such a shame to have to kill you."
Kill me? What! I squirmed, trying to pull free. Useless. A sinister hissing laugh in my ear. Lightheaded. Dark spots at the corner of my vision. I couldn't see anything anymore. I drifted. I thought how sad my father would be that I died in such a violent way as I slipped further into oblivion. I thought of my mother.
Suddenly, I gulped air back into my lungs. I was free of him, sliding down the wall, feeling my way along the cold brick behind me. A dark shape loomed, grappling with my attacker. Finally catching my breath, chest still heaving, I focused to see a shadowed figure lifting my would-be killer by the throat off the ground, holding him midair. His words confused me even more.
"Stop human-hopping, and come out to play."
I knew that deep voice from the dance floor: R-and-B. Sandy-hair held on to my hero's arms. He laughed that wicked laugh again.
"Make me," he hissed.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Excerpted from "Forged In Fire"
Copyright © 2015 July.
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Wow, this was one thrilling ride! Filled with so much action, drama, suspense and thrills, I never knew which way to look for where the bad guy was going to come next! On Genevieve’s twentieth birthday the world as she knows it is suddenly and terrifyingly changed before her eyes. The man at the center of her new world is a demon hunter and the things he slowly teaches her are things straight out of a nightmare. As the target of a high demon, Gen is struggling to learn how to utilize the new powers that are a part of the new her. With Jude’s help she hopes to survive but as events slowly begin to unravel it becomes apparent that even he may not be able to save her. I loved both Gen and Jude. Their pasts, although so many centuries between, are eerily similar but they have both been scarred down to their souls by it. As they forge a united front they grow closer to each other and yet the dark powers that threaten Gen keep them from moving forward in the direction they both desire. Jude was exactly as I would imagine a demon hunter would be…had I ever thought to imagine one. What he takes upon himself in a fight for justice is unique and horrifying but the fact that he faces one of the worse his kind could endure in order to help Gen made me love him even more. Gen, with her background in self protection, is not a wilting flower. Despite the extremes she is experiencing daily now, and the human struggles of remaining sane in the face of them, she stays strong and continues to grow in strength. I loved the hard and soft sides to her. This is a slow paced read with lots of world building – in today’s world but with powers and beings that exist outside our realm – that painted a wonderfully dark and grim picture of those things we might sense but never see. The secondary characters are excellent and add so much depth to the story. The steam is low although there is definitely chemistry between Gen and Jude. This ends in what felt like a happy for now style although it’s safe to say this couple are definitely a couple. I’m very curious to see what happens from this point onward.
Of course Genevieve expected her twentieth birthday in New Orleans to be a little crazy, after all she was with her best friend, Mindy! She wasn’t expecting this birthday to change her life, or what she thought was her life, nor did she expect someone to attempt to end said life. Enter Mr. Mysterious, Hot and Deadly to come to her rescue and lead her down the rabbit hole of Holy Crap revelations…Demons? A Demon Prince? And what exactly is a Vessel and how did Genevieve become one? Jude Delacroix has the answers, but is Genevieve ready to listen and learn when just being in this guy’s presence sends her libido into overdrive just when she learns she must be untouched, and pure of soul, sometimes life isn’t fair, but demons don’t play by any rules and Dante will stop at nothing to possess her, body and soul. All she has to do is earn one black mark on that pearly white soul and she is toast…unless Jude can keep the minions of hell at bay. Juliette Cross’ FORGED IN FIRE is more than a great start to another Cross series, it is a fabulous start! Be prepared to jump in with both feet, feel the flames of more than just Hell, because there is some heavy smoldering going on between Jude and Genevieve and it is electric! But, there are secret pains, failures and the need for self-redemption, as well as “the rules” that Jude must follow and more than once he will leave Genevieve dazed and panting for more. Great attitude, great characters, great pacing and what a storyline! Juliette Cross and her magic pen once again writes us into a world of darkness, danger and passion. Safe to say, none of us had such a life-changing twentieth, but thanks to Juliette Cross, Genevieve did and we got to share it all!
I really love Juliette Cross. She fast became a favorite author to read and reread. I feel in love with her writing when she came out with her Dragons aka Morgan’s (Nightwing & Vale of Stars) and then she came out with her Vampire’s (Vampire Blood) and I feel even more. So, when you pick up a favorite authors work you don’t expect to not like it or end up DNFing. I ended up stopping at 82%. I know I only had a little more to go, but I wasn’t enjoying. I wanted to know what was going to happen and to continue onto book two, but then again I didn’t. It was not a great feeling. Forged in Fire is dark fantasy, paranormal romance, and new adult. The story was just to dark, deep, and heavy for my liking. I did like Jude, but our heroine and lead Genevieve wasn’t winning me over. As for the Vessel aspect I still don’t understand everything that a Vessel is and can do. Most give into either death or let a Demon Lord have them. Their has never been one to stay in the light. Their was also too much cryptic stuff and some running around in the dark. Our cryptic prophecy we and the characters don’t have the full version, so they don’t know all. I was just not getting a good picture or understanding of the world and characters. The last thing and this one was the one that really bothered me. The author was very specific in pointing out that their are rules that both good and bad must follow. They can’t be broken. So, one such rule is free will. We all have it. Yet, their is this thing with Genevieve’s soul and The Evil Demon Lord, where he can pull it into another world and compel her do anything and everything he wants. She can’t resist. It felt wrong on so many levels. She should be able to fight; wither it’s just her soul or her soul and body together. Unfortunately, Forged in Fire was not the book for me. If the blurb intrigues you, I urge you to give it a shot. Just because it did not work for me does not mean it won’t for you.
If I could give this entire series more stars, I would do so immediately! Juliette Cross is an insta-buy for me, no matter what she writes! I first read this book when it was released by its first publishing house, and instantly fell in love with Jude and Gen. Juliette Cross has as an uncanny ability to write characters who make you feel every emotion, see all the action, make your pulse pound with tension, and instantly fall in love with the hero and heroine. She can weave the plot line so well, that before you realize it you have sped-read the entire book dying to know more and more! I cannot recommend this book (this series!) highly enough to every person I know. I've read the series multiple times since it's original release, and it continues to be one of my favorite series to date. If you like stories showing the battle of good vs. evil, angels vs. demons, witty banter, stubborn yet smoldering heroes, and heroines not afraid to stand up for what they know is right - - this is the series for you!
It took me a while to warm up to the characters... I guess it was more the writing than the actual characters. Once you get past the awkward narration of some parts, the book is actually very good. Exactly what I was looking for when I searched for paranormal romance.
First in a new Series by the Author . Paranormal romance . This is a beyond five star read . Picked it up and finished it in a day and a half . Hero is Jude and Heroine is Drake . Story is set in New Orleans . Drake is going out on the town to celebrate her birthday with her best friend . Along with her best friend is her best friends boyfriend and a guy they are trying to set Drake up with . They go to a bar in a part of New Orleans that Drake never thought of going . Drake always wears a medallion around her neck of St George . They go in and he 2 guys go straight to a bar for a drink . Meanwhile Drake and her best friend go straight to the dance floor . While on the dance floor as always a guys goes up behind her to dance to stake his claim and that creepy crawly guy just won't take the hint . Meanwhile a guy longing against the wall catches Drakes eye . He is over 6 feet tall and she looses her breath over him . Him is Jude . . Next thing you know Jude is nowhere to be seen Drake goes outside for some air . And she is attached . Jude shows up and says a few words and a creepy crawly creature comes out of the guys head . Jude says a saying and the creature is dead . The creature was a lessor Demon . Jude then explains to Drake that she is what is known as a Vessel . Vessels have been around for Centuries. It is a human (creature ) of light and Drakes power will grow . But Jude also explains that a high Demon will try to claim her so they can use her for their own Work ( the Devils ) Jude slowly explains everything. Jude after a few days actually saves Drake more than 3 times . But a dark Prince actually attacks Drake outside of Jude's place . The Demon Prince name is Dante . He shifted to look like Jude . He throws Drake down and tries to rape her . Dante also punctures her neck and draws some blood . Jude explains what the drawing of the blood will do only after Drake is drawn to Dantes lair . Drake sees Jude with a lady and hears her name as Kat . You will recognize Kat from the deepest well . This story is very deep . It explains about the Angels fight with the Demons . I liked how the Author in a poem actually wrote out the Devils name while he was with God . I can go on because I am only touching the iceberg of the story . You will need to read it and see . It makes so much sense . Juliette actually did her homework
Absolutely loved this book, all three books were great! I cant wait to see what else this author comes up with (really hoping for some spin off books from this trilogy).
I have a new favorite author!!! I can't tell you how giddy I was to stumble on to this lovely book and can hardly freakin' wait to get my hands on the next in the series. The heroine is younger than I normally read, but the way she was written I truly didn't care. The hero is oh-my-freakin'-God hot, and the angst/struggle the two of them have to face together is just perfect. It's going to be an on-going story between the same couple for 3 books, so obviously everything isn't sweetly tied up in a bow at the end of this one, but it's definitely a happy for now I could work with. Seriously, I'm so damned giddy to have found this author. I can't wait until the holiday weekend so I can splurge on everything else she's got. Such a lovely voice and amazing descriptives. If you're ready to escape and immerse yourself in a damned good story, snap this one up.
Forged in Fire, Juliette Cross Review from jeannie zelos book reviews I’ve mixed feelings about this trilogy....I liked that Genevieve wasn’t a simpering miss, nor one of the popular kick arse heroines so beloved of fantasy recently. They have their place, and work for some stories but aren’t needed in All of them! Lately it seems they’re everywhere, and I’m just tired of reading them. So Genevieve being proficient and able to look after herself when it comes to humans, but not to demons works fine for me. I love that her professor is so “ don’t be stupid, demons don’t exist”, and can feel her frustration – who wouldn’t want to put him right, but doing so would have her end up with the men in white coats Then there’s Jude, Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons, who’s drop dead gorgeous and saves her from the first demon attack. He’s also incredibly bossy and overbearing and at first they have a few head to head arguments about that. Genevieve is still have trouble accepting what he says is true – well, most people would. Some guy attacks you, another saves you and yanks out some grizzled looking creature from his body, and then tells you you’re some kind of supernatural vessel. Yes – of course you’d think it was true, and not blame it on one too many tequilas....Still, the dangers stack up quickly, and Genevieve soon has to accept he’s right, and she’s is getting to like his attentions too, that helps....Kat, another demon hunter, completes the trio that make up the main part of the story, with smaller roles given to demon prince Dante, who wants to have Genevieve for himself and the head of the hunters George, who drops in to check on things. So, some great characters, a decent story line ( and yet another prophecy – something else that seems to dominate this genre at times ) and yet it didn’t have that Can’t put it down, must read just one more chapter, and another, and another... feel to it. Its was a good read, just not a great one. I’m not sure why, there doesn’t seem anything I can pin point, except that the romance went all too smoothly, and I like a bit of drama and upset there, some strong jealousy or something. I thought Kat might provide that, or maybe the woman in the picture but no. The dangers too seemed over very quickly, not long and drawn out and I didn’t really feel Genevieve was in any serious risk. I thought at the beginning this was going to be a five star read but it’s not, for me anyway...Its a great start though, and maybe once the story gets going more it’ll make my five star rating. What was great was No cliff-hanger ending...this part of the story ties up neatly – as readers of my reviews know I Hate Cliff-hangers, hate them, drive me mad, so a huge thanks to Juliette for making this work without that. The story is good enough not to need a lure to tempt me into reading the next part, and I’ll be looking forward to it. Stars: Four – its a solid beginning and well worth reading if you love fantasy with a strong romantic element. ARC supplied via Netgalley and publishers