After a peaceful hiatus at home in Rockabill, Jane True thinks that her worst problem is that she still throws like a girl - at least while throwing fireballs. Her peace of mind ends, however, when Anyan arrives one night with terrible news . . . news that will rock Jane's world to its very core.
After demanding to help investigate a series of gruesome attacks on females supernatural, halfling, and human Jane quickly finds herself forced to confront her darkest nightmares as well as her deepest desires.
And she's not sure which she finds more frightening.
About the Author
Nicole Peeler writes urban fantasy and is an associate professor at Seton Hill University, where she co-directs their MFA in Writing Popular Fiction. Having recently finished her award-winning Jane True series, she is looking forward to the publication of Jinn and Juice, the first book in a series about a cursed jinni living in Pittsburgh. Nicole also lives in Pittsburgh, although she's neither cursed nor a jinni.
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By Peeler, Nicole
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I love it when people pre-laugh at their own jokes. And whatever Marcus was about to say, he obviously found very funny, since he had started chuckling as soon as he’d told us he’d heard “a good one.”
“A god gives a selkie, an Alfar, and a nahual each a free wish. The selkie asks for an ocean full of fish.” With that, Marcus paused to give me a Look, as if it were my cue to pull a halibut out of my bra and start gnawing on it, before continuing: “The Alfar pushes the selkie aside and asks for a walled city for only the Alfar to live in.” We all pushed our drinks around as Marcus stopped again, silently revving his engines for the punch line. He also indulged in one more self-congratulatory chortle. “The nahual thinks about his options. Then he looks at the god, looks at the Alfar, and asks how high the wall will be. When the Alfar says he’d want it to be very high, the nahual tells the god…
“… to fill the wall with water!”
Iris giggled, tossing back her honeyed mane of hair. Marcus was laughing so hard he was doubled over, as his partner, Sarah, gave him the long-suffering grimace of a woman who’d heard the same joke fifteen times in a row. Marcus and Sarah were one of those couples who, like dogs and their owners, had come to look exactly the same. They were both short and very lean but muscular, with similarly cropped haircuts and almost identical outfits of jeans and college sweatshirts. In other words, they looked like twins, except he appeared to be African-American and she Caucasian. In reality, however, they were both nahuals—or shape-shifters—and not really human at all.
Not that you would know by hearing their punch lines, I thought as I shook my head, articulating my biggest complaint about supernatural jokes in general and Marcus’s in particular.
“Dude, all your jokes are just human jokes in which you take out the ethnic slurs and replace them with faction slurs. You’re like Cartman, from South Park, when he switches ‘baby’ with ‘Jesus’ in popular songs and calls himself a Christian rocker.”
“So not true,” Marcus replied again. We’d had this argument just about every time Marcus told me a “new” joke. “Humans stole our jokes and replaced our factions with human religious leaders.”
I snorted. Fat chance of that happening, what with the way the supes jealously guarded their secret existence. But again, this was an old argument that neither of us was going to win. Not to mention, Iris was still giggling and she was too pretty to ignore.
“Oh, Marcus, you’re so funny,” she tittered as Sarah and I rolled our eyes.
“Don’t encourage him,” Sarah muttered beside me.
“We know he’s got more where that came from,” I added for her ears only, just as Marcus turned to Iris and said, “Well, I’ve got more where that came from.”
Sarah and I threw up our hands at the same time, yelling out a triumphant, “Ohhhh!” Then we sealed our collective brilliance by high-fiving each other and collapsing into laughter.
“You two are hilarious,” Marcus said drily as he stood to get us all another round from his stand-in at the bar. He and Sarah had the night off, but the Sty was the only place in Rockabill to drink, so they often ended up spending their free time at their place of work.
Sarah and I were still chuckling as Iris’s blue eyes started to glow in that telltale succubus manner. Sure enough, when I turned around, it was our local minister and his wife. They were paragons of conservative propriety in public, but in private they swung like piñatas. Iris gave them a small wave, which they returned benevolently as they went and sat down in the restaurant portion of the Sty.
Iris watched them, her eyes all aglow. Her succubus mojo rolled against my shields and I gave her a warning look. No matter what, Iris received a lot of attention: She always sent out little waves of attraction compulsion, plus—with her Playboy-model figure and girl-next-door features—she was drop-dead gorgeous. But she sometimes got excited and let her shields slip, unleashing the full power of her succutastic self. Unfortunately, when Iris lost control, everybody lost control.
The last thing we needed was for Iris to start an orgy here in Rockabill… Our puritan ancestors would rise up from their graves and spit us on their razor-sharp rod of approbation.
My friend gave me an apologetic smile, and I felt her tone down her magic. I was just about to make a joke, since Iris always felt bad when she slipped, when the cell phone in my purse buzzed. After fishing it out, I saw Ryu’s name blinking at me from the caller ID. While I debated whether or not to take it, he hung up. I frowned at my phone until, finally, I excused myself. Iris gave me a knowing look as I walked toward the Sty’s exit, pulling Ryu’s number up on my phone once outside. Then I proceeded to stare at the phone, again, trying to decide what to do.
My former lover and I were still on the outs after he’d made a big scene demanding that I move to Boston to be with him. We’d never stopped talking entirely, and we were talking a bit more nowadays. But I was still unsure about what I wanted. On the one hand, I did care for Ryu a whole hell of a lot. He was beautiful, and generous, and he knew how to live. He’d also saved my life, in more ways than one. When we’d first met, during an investigation into a murder here in Rockabill, Ryu had stuck around to sleep with me. He could have wrapped up his portion of the investigation in a few days without my help, but he’d drawn it out and schlepped me about with him because of our mutual attraction. Which I later realized had saved my skin, as there’d been a killer waiting in the wings to murder me who’d been thwarted by Ryu’s presence.
Ryu had also brought me out of the long torpor to which I’d succumbed after my first love, Jason, had died so many years ago. I’d been only half-alive till Ryu came along. That said, meeting him had inaugurated my plunge into my current position, floundering in the supernatural world. But I couldn’t blame him for that. I’d been the one to find Peter Jakes’s body, and, anyway, I was too strong in my powers. Nell the gnome, along with the other supernatural folk who lived in or around Rockabill, would eventually have brought me into the fold anyway.
So, on the one hand, I did care for Ryu. On the other hand, however, the baobhan sith had some strange priorities, especially when it came to love. I couldn’t shake the feeling that, while I knew my vampire lover did genuinely care for me and we were definitely attracted to each other, the real reason he wanted me so much was because I was the halfling equivalent of a bento box. For whatever reason, my mixed blood had combined into a very rare cocktail: I was both supernaturally magical and sanguinely human. In other words, I was a rarity in that I could be a complete partner to him. He could feed off my essence-rich blood, and yet I was able to keep up with him both magically and in terms of longevity.
While I couldn’t blame him for wanting a true partner, neither was I comfortable with living my life as a walking, talking sack lunch.
Another major factor that made my falling back into Ryu’s life awkward was that I had a serious high school crush on someone who was probably the most inappropriate person in the world for me to crush on. Anyan Barghest was a badass warrior, an internationally renowned artist (throughout many human lifetimes of name changes), a stud muffin, and someone who had known me since I was a toothless, drooling infant. In other words, he was so out of my league it was ridiculous. But somewhere along the way I’d not only fallen for him, I’d fallen like a seventh grader. I wanted to pass Iris notes signed Jane Barghest. I wanted to write ANYAN LOVES JANE on my geography notebook, if I were still in geography classes. I wanted to play MASH with him as my only “husband” option. That said, I wanted to do a whole hell of a lot of things to him that were not seventh-grade, many involving various forms of slathery foodstuffs, but it was all hopeless. Not least because I hadn’t seen Anyan once, and I mean once, since I’d fallen asleep next to his doggie-form after I’d returned from Boston two months ago.
I’d been assiduously ignoring my true feelings for the barghest, until that night when I dreamed we did the pokey-pokey. After Boston, those first days back in Rockabill had been brutal. I hadn’t slept at all, until I’d gone to my cove to rest next to the safety of my ocean. I’d started to have the same nightmare that kept waking me up, when Anyan had found me tossing in my sleep. He’d let my sleeping body know he was there to protect me, and my sleeping brain had thanked him by making him the star of one of the most explicit erotic dreams I’d ever had. And I’m someone who dreams dirty.
Unable to deny what my subconscious had thrown in my face, I’d woken up overly excited and chagrined and completely alone. All of which meant that I had mixed feelings about Ryu, who wanted me, and very solid feelings for a man who’d never feel the same.
Giving my bottom lip one last, fortifying chew as I stared at Ryu’s name and number glowing from my phone’s screen, I steeled myself and pressed Send. It was no mean feat to call that number. After all, whenever we spoke, there was one part of me (namely, my libido) that wanted to demand Ryu come to Rockabill, right now. But another part argued that I should make our separation permanent. In other words, our relationship was as complicated as ever.
“Jane?” Ryu answered on the fourth ring.
“Hey, Ryu. What’s up?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
My libido purred in response, even as I rolled my eyes at Ryu’s line. The baobhan sith had graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Romance Schmomance, something I found both endearing and irritating.
“Jane, did you hear me?”
“Yes. Sorry, Ryu. It’s been a long week. Thanks, I miss you, too.”
Liar, my virtue thought petulantly.
No you’re not, my ever-irrepressible libido grumbled.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m out for drinks at the Sty with Iris, Sarah, and Marcus. Grizzie and Tracy are on their way.”
“How is everybody?”
“Fine. Tracy’s pregnant!” I said, remembering I hadn’t yet told him the news.
“Yup! Three months. They’re doing great. Tracy’s freaking out because she’s already starting to show, but that’s just because—”
“That’s great news, Jane,” Ryu interrupted rather rudely, considering I was telling him something so important. “But how are you?”
I paused before answering, knowing something was up. Whatever his flaws, Ryu usually had impeccable social grace. So not only was it weird that he interrupted me like that, but his voice was odd and really intense.
“I’m doing good,” I replied cautiously. “Work’s the same. Training-wise, I managed to crack that magical probe I’ve been stuck on, finally. And I trounced Trill in a duel the other day.” I’d been working my ass off on offensive magics, and I was doing pretty well. Getting kidnapped by Con and having the crap kicked out of me by Graeme had been pretty good motivation, plus the lessons I’d learned from Anyan about manifesting my power had stood me in good stead. I’d discovered I had surprisingly aggressive magic at my disposal, considering I was half-selkie. I just had to get comfortable with the idea of Jane True: Offensive Hybrid.
“Turns out,” I joked, using my sassy voice, “I’m the kind of seal who clubs back.”
“That’s great,” Ryu replied, his voice still distracted. He paused, and when he spoke again he sounded even more intense.
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
What the fuck? I thought.
“Okay,” I said.
“I mean that. I’ll always be here for you, baby.”
Ryu was being more than a little dramatic, but drama and Ryu went together like cheese and… Well, cheese goes with everything.
“Thanks. I’m here for you, too,” I added lamely.
“I’ll let you get back to your friends.”
“Um, okay. Thanks for calling.”
Ryu didn’t respond for a second, and then when he did, his voice was resoundingly portentous.
“Remember what I said, Jane. We’ll talk again soon.”
With those cryptic words, he hung up. I blinked at my phone, wondering what the hell he was up to, until I heard a car door slam from the parking lot in front of me.
It was my old arch-nemesis, Linda Allen, and her current boyfriend, Mark, the postal worker I’d nearly dated awhile ago until he’d learned of my sordid, suicidal history and dumped me like a hot potato.
Things were different nowadays, and Linda and Mark merely smiled politely at me as they passed. Granted, I’d nudged them with a little glamour a few weeks ago, which had made them want to be polite to Jane. But somewhere along the line, I’d also stopped being someone who took shit.
I watched Mark open the Sty’s door for Linda, and I felt a twinge of sadness. I’d been so used to being alone after Jason died, but then Ryu had shaken up my world as if it were a snow globe. He’d reminded me of what it was like to have someone, and I missed that connection. I also really missed the nookie, but at least I had a drawerful of sex toys from Grizzie to make up for it. That said, pocket rockets didn’t open doors for you or hold your hand, nor were they great conversationalists.
Then again, sex toys are rarely, if ever, complicated, I thought, jumping as someone grabbed my ass.
I calmed my breathing and dropped the magical shields I’d thrown up the minute I was touched. I know that pinch, I thought, turning to find Grizzie behind me, leering. “Think of the devil,” I said drily, “and she gooses you.”
“You were obviously thinking about something,” my tall friend said, laughing as she hugged me. “I was stomping away in my big-girl boots, and you didn’t bat an eyelash.”
“Off in my own world again.” I shrugged, watching as Tracy waddled up next to her life partner.
“I’m getting fat,” she wheezed.
“You’re not fat,” I chided as I went to hug her. “You’re pregnant.”
When I released her, Tracy pointedly looked down at her belly.
“With twins,” I conceded, giving her already bulging stomach a little pat.
“Twin sumo wrestlers.” Grizzie chortled, for which I shot her the evil eye.
“Never again,” Tracy mumbled as I held the door open for her. “Next time, Ms. Montague, you get turkey basted and I point and laugh.”
I smiled as they bickered over who would next get knocked-up. Grizzie kept arguing about her “girlish figure,” but I knew she was being blasé and was actually looking forward to her turn at being up the duff.
We chitchatted a bit before walking inside. Bars in Maine had been smoke-free forever, which was great as it meant we could hang out at the Sty despite Tracy’s being pregnant. My two human friends had integrated pretty seamlessly with Rockabill’s little supernatural contingent. Granted, they knew nothing about our “real” identities, but it didn’t matter so much with this crowd, who had highly developed human personas and were happy to have Grizzie and Tracy around. Not least because Grizzie took the pressure off. If anyone looked like some creature out of mythology, it was Grizelda Montague. While Tracy was dressed in her usual long-sleeved polo shirt and carpenter-cut jeans, her life partner was wearing a skintight PVC jumpsuit, and had braided her long black hair up into a Princess Leia bun on each side of her head. For a Wednesday night out at the Pig Sty in Rockabill, Maine, population 1,003.
Marcus helped the mother-to-be into the booth he’d just vacated, next to Iris, and then went to get another round of drinks and an orange juice for Tracy. Grizzie pulled up a chair to sit at the end of the table, next to Tracy, as Sarah slid out of the booth to go help Marcus with the drinks. I listened to Grizzie squelch around in her PVC, then slid back in to sit across from the succubus. Everyone started talking at once, but, as good friends do, we turned it all into a great conversation.
Soon enough, Sarah came back with drinks and started talking with Tracy and Grizzie about their pregnancy. Iris took her opportunity to lean across the table and gossip.
“Was it Ryu?” she asked, her voice honeysuckle sweet.
“I could tell by your face. What did he want?”
“I don’t know, actually. He was being typically cryptic.”
“Are you going to see him?”
“He said something about seeing me, but he didn’t seem to have any particular plans. Girl, what the fuck am I going to do with him?” I groaned, dropping my forehead down onto the table in defeat.
“Well, first I’d tie him up. Then I’d start with a feather and a Dustbuster…”
“Iris! I meant… not that. I meant what am I going to do about him and me.”
“Oh. I don’t know. I’m only good with the sex stuff. Relationships are another matter entirely.”
I blanched, feeling inconsiderate. I’d only very recently learned that Iris had been in love with a human, ages ago, with whom she’d borne a child. The child had been entirely nonmagical, and both her son and her husband had died of old age while she remained young and strong. Iris had been gutted and hadn’t had a real relationship since.
“I’m sorry, Iris.”
“Oh, don’t be. It’s fine. But we were talking about you and Ryu.”
I knew Iris didn’t like talking about her past, so I let her change the subject.
“I just hate that we’re tiptoeing around each other like this. And I do care about him, but it’s so complicated.”
“And there’s Anyan,” Iris whispered, dropping her voice so only I could hear.
I snorted. Don’t get me wrong: I wanted to do things to Anyan that would make Casanova blush. But for every fantasy I had about the barghest involving handcuffs and drizzled honey, I had an equally vivid fantasy about slapping him across the face. I felt we’d really connected when we were in Boston, and he’d said he felt bad about not being there for me. Then he’d gone MIA the minute I was back in Rockabill. I felt rejected. And stupid for feeling that way, since I had no right to such emotions. We’d never really been more to each other than acquaintances. But I still felt angry at him, even though I knew it was irrational. It was the illogical ire of unrequited love, and I wasn’t strong enough to resist its temptation.
“There’s no Anyan,” I replied heatedly. “And I’m stupid if I think there is. Anyan is never here, first of all. Plus, he’s out of my league. And he’s never seen me as anything other than something to take care of. I may have issues, Iris, but they’re not daddy issues; I don’t want to be with a man who thinks he needs to babysit me. Besides, I have to deal with how I feel about Ryu without taking Anyan into consideration. I owe Ryu more than that.”
“Do you? Owe Ryu more than that? And would you feel this way about Anyan,” she continued, “if you already felt what Ryu wants you to feel for him?”
I made a face at Iris. “I don’t know what I feel. And I certainly can’t base my feelings for the bloodsucker based on my feelings for the hellhound who apparently doesn’t even know I exist. Besides, there’s no issue. Not yet, at least. Ryu’s in Boston; I’m in Rockabill; Anyan is in absentia. So I’ll just keep ignoring everything till I get walloped with it. Then I’ll panic and run to you.”
Iris laughed. “Your plans always suck, Jane. But you know I’ll be there when you need me.”
And I did. Unlike Ryu’s cryptic statement, I knew exactly what Iris meant. She meant she was my friend and would be there when I needed her, just as she had been every day for months. I smiled at her and reached over to touch her hand.
“Thanks, lady. You know I love you.”
The succubus laughed. “I know. You tell me every time you get drunk.”
“To drunken declarations of affection,” I said, holding my drink up to her. We clinked glasses, bringing everyone into the toast.
I smiled at my friends, knowing how lucky I was to have them. We all talked for another hour, until the pregnant lady called it quits and we went our separate ways. Tracy and Grizzie left first, then Iris trailed off after our swinging minister and his wife. When Sarah and Marcus said good night, I did, too. Then I went to the only other thing I loved as much as my friends and family.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Having read the other two books in the series so far I was convinced I knew where this story was going to lead. Boy was I wrong the final few chapters totally out of left field for me which just made it that much better in my eyes. The illusive Blondie keeps you guessing and as Jane evolves and you see her realize what she can really do is great. I was skeptical when I read the first book in the series but have throughly enjoyed the latest two editions to Jane True's story. For me personally she is ranking right up there with Sookie. Enjoy!
I've decided that it's getting increasingly harder to write reviews for books in a series, especially the farther into the series you get. And it's especially hard when you've read the books almost back to back. I feel like I'm being redundant. That said, I feel like this might be a pivotal book in this series. And to date, it's all my favorite. Jane has huge character growth. She discovers she's not the weakling she keeps labeling herself. I think she needs to spend some time with strictly halflings to get a true pictures of the scope of her powers. There is also some wonderful developments in the relationship department. I was so glad it took the direction it did! Jarl is out in the open by the end of this book. Which should be no surprise to anyone except for maybe the fact that it's taken this long. What will surprise you is who has been in on it all along. I fell for it, as I was expecting it to be someone completely different. The acts against their own kind are atrocious which I'm glad I was able to dissociate from since I couldn't in the very next book I read. All in all, the best edition to the Jane True series. I will be looking forward to the next one that should be out in August!
Jane True is one of my favorite heroines! She's not helpless, yet she's not a hardcore superhero either. She's an entirely believable character that I'd like to be friends with, and I cheered right along with her as she discovered her strengths along the way! Jane has been training hard, and muscles her way into an investigation with Anyan and Ryu. Jane finds that it's hard to gauge your own progress when you're surrounded by warriors, but learns she's pretty hardcore herself! Go Jane! The main plot is the group tracking down who is behind horrible experiments on halflings and purebloods, but the good guys always seem to be one step behind the bad guys and the labs are empty by the time they're raided. There worst part is that there doesn't seem to be any point to some of the experiments, and they're just an exercise in sadistic cruelty. No wonder Jane feels numb at times! There's a great little side plot with Julian, one of Ryu's deputies and a fellow halfling. I've always liked Julian, so am glad that he had a little more to do in this one. Would love to see more of him in the future (hint, hint Nicole!). Yea Team Halfling! Gave this a 5/5 as it kept me up much too late and I couldn't put it down! Just had to find out what happened next! As I may have mentioned a time or two, I adore Jane! She has a great sense of humor, is sometimes scared out of her wits but does what needs to be done, and finally resolves her relationships with the two men in her life. That part was important, as I get incredibly annoyed with characters who can't make up their mind and string their men along. (Yes, I'm talking to you Stephanie Plum!) Jane is brave and funny and loyal and self-deprecating and wonderful. Definitely one of my favorite series!
Half-selkie Jane True know she is fortunate to be alive after her last incident with a part of the ruling Alfar (see Tracking the Tempest) that want hybrids dead. She vows to never again be caught unaware or unskilled as she did when she took a Bostonian timeout. Thus Jane has diligently trained on the use of magic while life in Rockabill has been serene; her biggest problem is she throws fireballs like a girl. However, Jane suffers a personal setback when barghest Anyan informs her that her mother who vanished ages ago was found murdered. Jane vows to find her killers who apparently have been conducting evil experiments on the supernatural essences. However, in a short time, Jane has made enemies who look at those she loves as a means to destroy the upstart. Jane remains true to herself while struggling with the knowledge of her mother's murder as she had hoped they would one day they would be together. Her vow to avenge her mom's death leads her into a new Tempest Rising as she makes enemies who have no qualms about collateral damage to her loved ones as they did to her mother. Fans will enjoy Jane True's third urban fantasy as she is a delightful "original" character. Harriet Klausner
Holy cow, what a ride!! I am a new selkie fan!! This is the first of Jane True's adventures I have beem on, and let me tell you, I am going to get caught up on this series, and I anxiously await the fourth installment of this wild lady and her friends. For those of you who have not yet met Miss Jane True, she is a selkie. She is part seal, which I think makes her extremely adorable, but you cannot let that image fool you. She is a "do not mess with me" type of gal who will put you in your place, and then not believing that she actually did it. This story has a lot of what other fantasy novels have in them these days. Supes, half-bloods, magic, and sex. The one thing that I did really love about this book, is that although it hints at things at times, there was no real sex involved in this book. A few mentions of naughty thoughts, but nothing graphic...and definitely nothing overdone. I really love vampire and were books, but lately, a trend seems to have started...authors think that we have to have sex mixed with out supes in order to enjoy the story. They could not be more wrong, Nicole Peeler got it right in this book. There are hints of "adult" situations, but we could sit back, love a great, fast paced, gritting your teeth adventure without having to read through soft or hard core porn. 5 stars to Tempest's Legacy!! LOVED IT!!!!
This is the third book in the Jane True series by Nicole Peeler; right now Peeler has six books contracted in this series. I received an ARC of this book through NetGalley.com. This book was an absolutely fantastic addition to the series, I loved it a lot. It is funny, broadens the story a lot, Jane really grows as a character and there is more Anyan. I do have a warning for readers who are into this series coming from the paranormal romance angle; this book is definitely more of an urban fantasy. In the previous books there were a lot (a lot, a lot) of hot scenes between Jane and Ryu, in this book the romance is mostly absent. So if you are reading it for the hot scenes beware that is not really what this book is about.This book starts off with Jane training with Nell about how to throw those mage balls she has so much trouble with. Then Anyan arrives with some horrible news, Jane's mother has been killed. Now Jane didn't really know her mom, but she was really hoping to know her someday so this pretty much destroys Jane. Now Jane wants to be in on the lab investigations more than anything, mostly to revenge her mother's death. Jane joins Anyan, Ryu and team in investigating these horrible labs where supernatural women are being experimented on and killed. The investigation will take Jane into the Borderlands and back. Jane will learn a lot about her past and be confronted with a lot of horrible things she has to deal with.This was a really great book, but it was by far the darkest book in the series and was more of an investigative urban fantasy than anything else. To be honest I enjoyed this book more than any of the previous books, but then I am a huge urban fantasy fan and the lack of romance didn't bother me. Jane has to go through some horrible things and she is confronted with murder and torture at every turn; so there are definitely some heart wrenching parts to this book. That being said it isn't all death and torture; Jane remains her realistic, goofy self and had me laughing out loud a number of times. This is still a fun book to read, it just isn't as light and fluffy as previous books...it deals with some heavy, painful stuff.I absolutely loved that Jane is getting her power under control and that she has to train to do it. I hate it when heroines get supernatural powers and instantly just know what to do! I love that Jane is having to work hard and practice in order to figure out how to get her powers to work the way she wants too. I also loved that we spend more time with Anyan. Ryu always bothered me a bit because he was just too smooth, Anyan feels so much more real to me. Anyan and Jane have good chemistry, but their relationship remains....frustrating.I also love that we got to go into the Borderlands in this book. It introduces us to a wonderful new set of characters and a wonderful alternate lifestyle for the supernaturals. We also are introduced to an ancient and powerful supernatural race that wasn't in the earlier books.The book ends well wrapping up the main storyline in this book. There are a number of surprising plot twists towards the end that will surprise the reader and these twists open up some major story-lines for the next book. Even though it doesn't end on a cliffhanger, I was dying to know what happens next to Jane and crew.Overall this was an absolutely wonderful addition to the series. It really takes the series to a whole new level. This book wasn't as fluffy and funny as the previous books, the fun was still there but it was tempered with desperate situations and dark happenings. I loved this book, definitely check out this series if you are a fan of urban fantasy with humor laced throughout. It features a normal girl with extraordinary magic, that you can't help but love. Now I am on pins and needles waiting for the fourth book, Eye of the Tempest, to come out!
Half-selkie Jane True is struggling for balance in her life. Balance between her human and selkie sides, balance between the normal world and the supernatural, balance in her relationship with bad boy baobhan sith Ryu. When her old friend and secret lust Anyan arrives bearing terrible news, Jane's entire world falls apart. Even worse, one of the most powerful supernaturals, Jarl, continues to target Jane and those close to her. Jane is sick of being a passive little seal waiting to be clubbed. This time, she's ready to wield the club herself.This third book had a lot of surprising twists and turns and I was surprised by the darkness at some points. Jane really goes through hell, and Peeler handles it in an adept manner. I especially like the twists in the romantic subplot. Ryu isn't a bad sort, but he is very selfish, and I'm really glad that Jane is attuned to that. Her attraction to Anyan makes perfect sense and the book is really more fun with that romantic temptation instead of Ryu and Jane just falling into bed at every opportunity (not that that was a bad thing--Peeler creates some fabulous, laugh-out-loud sex scenes).
This is series is well worth it so far!
A must read!
you will love it..
I am REALLY enjoying the Tempest series. Nicole Peeler's writing is witty, intriguing, and entertaining. Her main character, Jane True, just keeps getting better and better with every book. While Jane's older, wiser, and stronger, she still remains refreshingly youthful and fun. I can't wait to read the next book in the series to see what happens as Jane and her friends attempt to right the wrongs that have been done to both the supes and halflings. Love :)