New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Kresley Cole’s scorching tale about a jaded werewolf and a captivating young witch in the third novel in the Immortals After Dark series is “one for the keeper shelf” (RT Book Reviews)!
Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae clan was nearly destroyed when he lost the one woman meant for him. The ruthless warrior grew even colder, never taking another to his bed—until a smoldering encounter with his enemy, Mariketa the Awaited, reawakens his darkest desires. When sinister forces unite against her, the Highlander finds himself using all his strength and skill to keep her alive.
Temporarily stripped of her powers, Mari is forced to take refuge with her sworn adversary. It’s rumored that no one can tempt Bowen’s hardened heart, but soon passion burns between them. Though a future together is impossible, she fears he has no intention of letting her go.
If they defeat the evil that surrounds them, can Mari deny Bowen when he demands her body and soul—or will she risk everything for her fierce protector?
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Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the electrifying Immortals After Dark paranormal series, the young adult Arcana Chronicles series, the erotic Game Makers series, and five award-winning historical romances. A master’s grad and former athlete, she has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole. Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways (KresleyCole.com/Newsletter/).
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Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
By Kresley Cole
Pocket StarCopyright © 2007 Kresley Cole
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Tomb of the Incubi, the jungles of Guatemala
Day 3 of the Talisman's Hie
Prize: Four Mayan sacrificial headdresses,
each worth seven points
Stalking me, Mr. MacRieve?" Mariketa the Awaited asked the Lykae behind her without turning around. In the dark of a corridor leading to a burial chamber, Bowen MacRieve had been following her silently. But she'd felt him staring at her -- just as she had at the Talisman's Hie assembly three nights ago.
"No' likely, witch." How could such a rumbling Scots' burr sound so menacing? "I only stalk what I want to catch."
Mari did turn to slant him a glance at that, even knowing he couldn't see her face under the hood of the scarlet cloak she always wore. But by the light of her lantern hanging over her shoulder, she could see his, and used the cover to disguise her long, appreciative look.
She inwardly sighed. Lykae males were notoriously good-looking, and the few she'd seen had lived up to their reputation, but this one was heart-poundingly sexy.
He had black hair, stick straight and thick, reaching to the collar of his obviously expensive shirt. His body -- which she'dfound herself thinking about frequently over the past few days -- was sublime. He stood a good bit over six feet tall, and though the corridor was wide enough for two normal-size people to pass, his broad shoulders and big, rangy build filled the space.
But even with all his many attractions, his eyes were what made him so unique. They were the color of rich, warm amber, and yet there was a kind of sinister light to them, which she liked.
She was a little sinister, too.
"Look your fill?" he asked, his tone scathing. Yes, he was sexy, but unfortunately, his dislike of witches was well known.
"I'm done with you," she answered, and meant it. She didn't have time to pine after brusque werewolf warriors if she planned to be the first of her kind ever to win the Hie, an immortal scavenger hunt à la The Amazing Race.
With an inward shrug, she continued on toward yet another burial chamber. This was the tenth she'd investigated over the hours she and several other competitors had been down deep inside this never-ending Mayan tomb.
She might have surprised him with her curt dismissal because a moment passed before he followed her. The only sounds in the echoing space were his heavy footfalls, which he no longer bothered to muffle. The silence between them was grueling.
"Who opened the stone slab to the tomb?" he finally asked, trailing far too closely behind her.
"The three elven archers and a couple of demons." The archers, two males and a female, were deadly shooters with lightning-quick speed, and the male rage demons were incredibly powerful -- second in physical strength only to the Lykae. Yet even for them, the stone portcullis sealing the tomb's entrance had been nearly impossible to budge.
They'd realized the entire pyramidal structure had shifted from time and earthquakes and now rested on the portcullis, making it weigh tons. Raising it had taken all of the others cooperating -- with the two demons lifting it and the archers shoving an enormous boulder under it to prop it open.
"And they just let you enter after their effort?"
She stopped and faced him again. "What should they have done, Mr. MacRieve?" The others had not only allowed her to enter. Though she barely knew any of them, they had wanted to work together since there were four prizes. Cade, one of the demons, had even helped her climb down the dozen feet from the outer entrance into the first anteroom. Then they'd all split up to cover the maze of chambers and vowed to the Lore to alert the others of a find.
MacRieve's smile was a cruel twist of his lips. "I know exactly what I would have done."
"I know exactly how I would have retaliated." He seemed surprised that she didn't fear him, but the truth was that she didn't spook easily -- when not faced with heights or unnecessarily large insects. And she was well aware of how vicious the Hie competitors could be as they raced around the world for prizes.
This ruthlessness in the Hie was why Mari had been sent by the House of Witches to compete, even though she was only twenty-three and hailed from the shady New
Orleans coven, the slacker Animal House of witches. And even though she had not yet made the turn from mortal to immortal.
But Mari was not above trickery, and unlike many witches, she would not hesitate to use magick to harm another if they deserved it -- and if she could manage it with her volatile powers.
MacRieve closed in until nearly seven feet of seething werewolf male loomed over her. He was at least a foot taller than she was and hundreds of times stronger, but she forced herself to stand her ground.
"Watch your step, little witch. You doona wish to anger one such as me."
The grand prize for the Hie was an object called Thrane's Key, a key that allowed its possessor to go back in time -- not just once, but twice. For a tool like that, she knew he was ready to take her out of the contest. So she had to convince him that it was impossible for him to do so.
"Likewise, you shouldn't anger me." Her voice was steady as she looked up at him. "Remember that I could turn your blood to acid as an afterthought," she said, baldly lying.
"Aye, I've heard rumors of your power." He narrowed his eyes. "Curious, though, that you dinna open the tomb with one flick of your finger."
Yes, she might have managed to lift the portcullis -- with concentration, an unprecedented bout of luck, and the absence of a hangover. Oh, and if she were in mortal danger.
Unfortunately, her power was adrenaline-based, making it as infinite as it was uncontrollable.
"You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb?" Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. "That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather."
He tilted his head, sizing her up. After what seemed like an hour, he began walking again.
Mari gave an inward sigh of relief. If anyone in the Lore found out how vulnerable she really was, she'd be doomed. She knew this, but no matter how hard she worked, whenever she manifested and unleashed significant power, things ended up exploding.
As her befuddled mentor Elianna explained, "Horses have powerful legs -- but that doesn't mean they're prima ballerinas." The ancient Elianna trained with Mari daily to control the destructive nature of her spells, because she believed the subtle magicks invoked the most fear in their enemies.
And the House of Witches brokered in fear.
The corridor finally ended at a broad, high wall, covered in carvings of ghoulish faces and animals. Mari lifted her lantern high and the reliefs seemed to move in shadow. They'd apparently been put there to guard a small tunnel opening near the floor, which itself was made out like a gaping mouth with fangs dropping down.
She waved the Lykae forward. "Age before beauty, Mr. MacRieve." She sized him up again, then studied the small opening, which couldn't be more than three feet square. "If you think you can fit."
He stood motionless, clearly not about to be directed. "Only humans call me Mr. MacRieve."
She shrugged. "I'm not a human." Her mother was a fey druidess, and her late father had been a warlock of questionable repute. So Mari was a fey witch or a "weylock," as her buddies teased. "So would you like me to call you Bowen, or Bowe for short?"
"Bowe is what my friends call me, so you doona."
What an ass...."No problem. I have a slew of other more fitting names for you. Most of them end in er."
He ignored her comment. "You in the tunnel first."
"Don't you think it'd be unbecoming for me to be on my hands and knees in front of you? Besides, you don't need my lantern to see in the dark, and if you go first, you'll be sure to lose me and get to the prize first."
"I doona like anything, or anyone, at my back." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder against a snarling visage on the stone wall. She'd never seen a Lykae turn into its towering werewolf form, but knew from those who had that this male could be as frightening as any monster, real or imagined. "And you'll have your little red cloak on," he continued, "so I will no' be able to see anything about you that might be...unbecoming."
"Twisting my words? I'll have you know that I am criminally cute -- "
"Then why hide behind a cloak?"
"I'm not hiding." In fact, that was precisely what she was doing. "And I like to wear it." She hated it.
Even before her birth, she'd been predicted to be the Awaited One, the most powerful born to the House of Witches in centuries -- but four years ago, it was also foretold that a male from the Lore would recognize her as his own and claim her. He would seek to lock her away, guarding her with a ferocity that no magicks could defeat, thus robbing the House of her powers.
Since the prediction, she'd been forced to cover herself every single time she set foot outside her home. Needless to say, the robust dating life of her late teens had taken a hit.
She sported the cloak -- a red one because she was a Scarlet Letter-type rebel at heart -- and as a backup, she also hid behind a magickal glamour that disguised her looks, the tone of her voice, and her scent.
If a male like MacRieve did see her, he would perceive a brunette with blue eyes -- when in fact she was a redhead with gray eyes -- and he would have difficulty recalling anything that was the same, like her features, her figure, or the length of her hair. The glamour was so second nature that she hardly thought about it anymore.
Even with all these precautions, it followed that unattached males in the Lore were to be avoided. Yet Mari had heard at the Hie assembly -- a gossip fest if she'd ever seen one -- that MacRieve had already found his mate and lost her more than a century ago.
Mari had felt sympathy for him. A Lykae's entire existence centered around his mate, and in his long immortal life, he would get only one -- just one -- chance in an eternity to find happiness.
When she saw he wasn't budging, she muttered, "Fine. Beauty before age." She unlooped her lantern strap and crawled in. The space was tighter than she'd imagined, but she didn't have time to rethink her decision because he climbed in directly after her. Resigned, she exhaled and held her lantern up to light her way.
The stone was cool and moist and she was glad for her cloak -- until she caught her knee on the end, and the tie around her neck yanked her head down. When it happened again, she shimmied, working the material back so that it flowed behind her as she made progress forward. There. Better.
Five seconds later: "MacRieve, you're on my cloak. Let up -- "
Before she could react, he reached between her knees and then up against her chest to slice the tie at her neck with one claw. Her eyes went wide and she dropped her light to snatch fistfuls of cloth, but he jerked the cloak out of her grasp.
"Give it back!"
"It was slowing you -- and therefore me -- down."
She gritted her teeth, struggling to control her temper. "If you had gone first -- "
"I dinna. If you want it, why no' use magick to take it from me?"
Did he suspect how volatile her power was? Was he sussing out her weaknesses? "You really do not want me to do that."
"You really must no' want your cloak back. Come then, witchling, just take it from me."
Glamour or not, she had grown used to the physical security of the garment. And when she realized she wasn't getting it back from him, Mari just checked the urge to rub her bared arms. All at once, she became very much aware of how high her hiking shorts were on her thighs and how her tank top was riding up, about to reveal the mark on her lower back.
She steeled herself and made her tone nonchalant. "Keep the cloak." Though she knew he was ogling her, she forced herself to put one knee in front of the other. "It'll be worth money one day."
After a few moments, he said, "Doona fret, witch. You're no' so unbecoming from my angle. Bit scrawny where it counts, but no' too bad."
Yep, ogling. Many adjectives could be used to describe her ass, but scrawny was not among them. He's just making these comments and brushing up against you to unnerve you. Knowing that didn't make his efforts less effective! "Scrawny where it counts, MacRieve? Funny, I'd heard the same about you."
He gave a kind of humorless half chuckle and finally followed. "No' likely. Maybe you're just too young to have heard the rumors about Lykae males. Tender wee ears and such."
No, she'd heard. And over the last couple of days, she had wondered about that rumor and if it applied to him.
How long was this damned tunnel --
"Still, lass," he grated. Her eyes widened again when she felt his hot palm lying flat against the back of her thigh. "There's a scorpion tangled up in all that hair of yours."
"Get your hand off me, MacRieve! You think I can't see what you're doing? I've been scanning every inch of this tunnel -- I would have seen a scorpion." When she started again, he squeezed her leg. His thumb claw pressed against her skin, high on her inner thigh, sending an unexpected shot of pleasure through her. She had to stifle a shiver.
It was only after she felt a whisper of touch over her hair that she got her wits again. "Like I'm supposed to believe there's a scorpion and it just happens to be in the tunnel we're crawling in and then in my hair? Any other creature-feature props you'd like to reference? Is there a mummy's hand tangled up in there? I'm really surprised you didn't go with 'classic tarantula.'"
His arm shot out between her legs -- again -- jostling against the front of her body as he tossed something in front of her. Something with mass. She held her lantern farther forward --
The sight of a scorpion as big as her hand had her scrambling back...wedging herself firmly against MacRieve -- a very awkward position to be in with anyone, but especially with a werewolf.
He stiffened all around her. Every inch of him. She felt his arms bulging over her shoulders and his chiseled abs taut over her back.
His growing erection strained thick against her backside. So the rumors about werewolf males are true, she thought dazedly. Exhibit A is quite insistent. "Move forward," he said, grating the words. He was breathing heavily right over her ear.
"No way. Kind of between a scorpion and a hard place here." She bit her lip, wishing one of her friends had heard her say that.
He eased back from her. "I killed it," he said between breaths. "You can pass, just doona let it touch you."
"Why do you care?" She frowned to find herself feeling chilled without him over her.
"Doona. A sting will slow you down. And I'm behind you, remember?"
"Like I'm going to forget that anytime soon." Then his callous words sunk in. "Hey, werewolf, aren't you supposed to gnaw on your prey or play with it with shuffling paws or something? Want me to save it for you?"
"I could put it back where I found it, witch."
"I could turn you into a toad." Maybe an exploded toad.
Without warning, he fingered the small, black tattoo on her lower back. "What does this script mean?"
She did gasp then, as much from the shock of his touch there as from her visceral reaction to it. She wanted to arch up to his hand and couldn't understand why. She snapped, "Are you done groping me?"
"Canna say. Tell me what the marking means."
Mari had no idea. She'd had it ever since she could remember. All she knew was that her mother used to write out that mysterious lettering in all of her correspondence. Or, at least her mother had before she'd abandoned Mari in New Orleans to go on her two-hundred-year-long druid sabbatical --
He tapped her there, impatiently awaiting an answer.
"It means 'drunk and lost a bet.' Now keep your hands to yourself unless you want to be an amphibian." When the opening emerged ahead, she crawled heedlessly for it and scrambled out with her lantern swinging wildly. She'd taken only three steps into the new chamber before he'd caught her wrist, spinning her around.
As his gaze raked over her, he reached forward and pulled a lock of her long hair over her shoulder. He seemed unaware that he was languidly rubbing his thumb over the curl. "Why hide this face behind a cloak?" he murmured, cocking his head to the side as he studied her. "No' a damn thing's wrong with you that I can tell. But you look fey. Explains the name."
"How can I resist these suave compliments?" He was right about the name though. Many of the fey had names beginning in Mari or Kari.
She gave his light hold on her hair a pointed look, and he dropped it like it was hot, then scowled at her as if she were to blame.
"Right now you're working your spells, are you no'?" He actually leaned in to scent her.
"No, not at all. Believe me, you'd know."
As if he hadn't heard her, he continued, "Aye, you are." His expression was growing more savage by the instant. "Just as you were born to do."
But for some reason she wasn't afraid. She was...excited. He must have seen something in her eyes that he didn't like, because he abruptly turned from her.
As he surveyed their surroundings, she scrutinized him, searching for a single thing about his appearance that she didn't find sexy -- and failing.
All immortals were "frozen" into their immortality when they reached the peak of their strength and were best able to survive. But MacRieve had turned later than other males she'd seen in the Lore. He appeared as though he'd aged to be at least thirty-five. And, damn, it was a good look for him.
His clothes were well made but raffish. A small, ancient-looking medallion hung from a short length of leather around his neck, and a large hunting knife was strapped to his belt. He made Indiana Jones look like a poser pretty boy. MacRieve also wore a whip at his side, no doubt to be prepared for an encounter with the vampire who'd entered the Hie. Like many demons, vampires could teleport -- or trace -- making them impossible to vanquish. Mari knew that some younger vampires could be trapped with a whip, preventing them from tracing and making them easier to kill.
That night at the assembly, MacRieve had clashed against the vampire in a bloody, vicious brawl, yet never had Mari seen anything so beautiful as the way he'd moved. The fight had been broken up by a Valkyrie, but Mari could have watched him for hours....
When MacRieve visibly tensed, she followed his gaze. There, toward the back wall was a sarcophagus, the first she'd seen. A headdress would have to be within!
They both raced forward, colliding right before it.
With a growl he grabbed her arms to toss her away, his gaze already back on the crypt, but then he did a double take, frowning at her. He faced her fully as his grip eased on her. "You actually think to play with me?" His hands skimmed down her arms, then rested on her hips.
She exhaled a shaky breath. "Why do you assume I'm working spells?" She might have the requisite adrenaline flowing, but knew she couldn't focus it. Especially not since she could feel the heat of his rough hands through the material of her shorts.
"For one hundred and eighty years I've no' touched another." He leaned in closer to her. "Have never even given a woman a second look. But now I canna seem to keep my hands off a slip of a witch," he rasped at her ear. "A witch who has me feeling like I'll die if I doona find out what it'd be like to kiss her." He drew back, his face a mask of rage. "O' course it's a goddamned spell."
He wanted to kiss her now? Why now? He'd been faithful to his dead mate all this time? The idea softened something inside her -- even as alarm trickled in.
What if she was working a spell? Elianna had once advised Mari to be careful what she wished for. When Mari had nodded at the old truism, Elianna had added, "No.
Really. Be careful. We don't know the extent of your powers, and many witches can effect their desires with a mere thought."
Did Mari want to kiss Bowen MacRieve so badly that she was enthralling him?
When he lifted her onto the sarcophagus and wedged his hips between her legs, she suspected she might. She swallowed. "I take it you plan to find out what it'd be like?"
The battle raging inside him was clear on his face. "Stop this, Mariketa." The way he rumbled her name with his accent made her melt. He removed his hands from her, but when he rested them beside her hips, his fingers curled until his dark claws dug into the stone. "Can you no' ken why I'm in this contest? I seek her again and wish to be true."
He wanted his mate back. Of course. He wanted to use Thrane's Key to go back in time and prevent her death. Surprisingly, Mari resented the woman who'd engendered such loyalty in this warrior for so many years. "I'm not...or I don't mean to be...doing anything to you," Mari whispered, but the way she was reacting to his scent, his mesmerizing eyes, and his hard body between her thighs belied the words.
There was an aura about him that was staggering to her, making it difficult to think. It wasn't mere male heat and sensuality. It was raw sexuality, animalistic in its intensity -- and she was starving for it.
Ah, gods, she did want him to kiss her. Wanted it with everything that she was and willed him to do so. Want me as fiercely as I want you...desire me as you've never desired another.
He cupped the back of her neck, staring down at her. As she gazed up in fascination, the amber of his eyes turned to ice blue. He seemed desperate to recognize something in her, and when he clearly didn't find it, his hand on her began to shake. "Damn you, witch, I doona want another."
She suddenly knew two things: He was about to kiss her so fiercely she would never be the same again.
And he would hate himself for it afterward and despise her forever....
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I am loving this series. Kresley Cole takes the paranormal romance up a notch. Each addition to her series places the reader with new species in Lore, while keeping it modern. Anyone that has read my previous reviews knows I am partial to shapeshifters, and Bowen was right up my alley!! I also love that Mari is strong and holds her own against this strong force of a man. This book was so easy to read and hard to put down. The sexual tension between Mari and Bowen was HOT, HOT, HOT!! A MUST READ!
I read this book first in the series and I could not put it down! the characters are funny and interesting. Mari's character is strong, not pathetic around Bowen, that's what I liked the most about her. This book made me laugh so many times that people kept on looking at me like I was crazy. If you like books with romance and action, i highly recommend this book. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED!
Wanted to read about Bowe since the first book. Thank you so much for the chance! I completely inhaled the McCarrick brother series and this one is also about a rugged Scot! I so love them.. There is so much suspense in this book and a lot that you just are tryin to think through while you read. But it's an amazin read! I haven't been able to put any of these books down an this one was no exception! O an the sex scenes are way more steamy than any of her other books, no comparison! The witch Mari is a very loveable character. Its sad what she has had to go through her whole life. I wanted to understand her more from the time we met her in the sec book bc she was wearin that cloak. And now you get to learn and understand so much about both of them. I loved this book and would def recommend it to anyone who has read the first 2.... that's a must!!
I have read all of Kresley Cole's books however this book I have read at least three times. I have never read a more sexual/sensual book. You absolutely get caught up in the characters and you can completely loose yourself in the story each time you read it. You do not walk away feeling the author could have done more. Kresley Cole has done an incredible job with all of her books but this one won my heart. Whether you are at a good point in your life or having a tough time with your life if you read this book trust me when I say "you will feel like you can handle anything" after reading it. I always walked away with a warm feeling and for the time it took me to read the book all my problems did not seem to exist.
In 1827 Mariah of the Three Bridges is murdered in the shadow of the full moon. Her last sight is watching her beloved Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae Clan howl at the full moon in rage.--------------- In 2007 Bowen remains angry, frustrated and acrimonious as he has over the past nine score and he has become a bit of a hermit. When offered a chance to participate in the treacherous and grueling Talisman¿s Hie, he immediately accepts. Bowen believes the risk is nothing only his life but the prize is everything as winning enables him to go back to 1827 and correct the pivotal tragedy that has shaped his life since--------- Mariketa the Awaited leader of the House of Witches has strong reasons to win the contest hosted every two and a half centuries by the Goddess of Impossibilities Riora. Though the Witch is prepared for any contingency, the revolting acrid Lykae fools her and ensnares Mari in a deadly cave Mari in turn casts a death spell on Bowen. He realizes he must save her to save himself if he is save Mariah. However, he is confused as he reacts to Riora as if she is his soulmate, not Mariah.---------------------- When Kresley Cole writes a romantic fantasy, there is NO REST FOR THE WICKED or readers as fans finish her exhilarating complex tales in one wonderful sitting. WICKED DEEDS ON A WINTER¿S NIGHT may be the best entry in the Cole Lore as the lead couple is deadly rivals who over the course of the competition turn from enemy combatants into beloved enemies. Readers will relish this powerful entry as the mythos of the sentient races not human entertainingly expands leaving the audience with a HUNGER LIKE NO OTHER for the next saga.---------- Harriet Klausner
this book started out good but lost steam when the characters so quickly changed their personalities. Right when it should have been reaching a climactic point, the characters changed in a way that wasn´t consistant with their character in the beginning. It ruined it and made it seem ridiculous.
This book's a roller coaster of excitement, great character development, and one of the best plots I've read in what I'd classify as a 'true' paranormal romance in a long time. 'Wicked Deeds' opens with a tie-in to the second book in the 'Immortals After Dark' series, 'No Rest for the Wicked'. The Hie, a legendary contest for immortal warriors, is still in full swing, and we glimpse the goings-on of a few competitors met in the previous novel. Witch-hating Bowen, a Lykae (werewolf) male, lost his only predestined mate centuries ago. Denying himself the pleasures of women ever since, he stays faithful to his lost Mariah until mortal, beautiful witch Mariketa crosses his path during the very contest that could win him back Mariah. But when he fails to win the challenge and thus loses his mate a second time, it seems that Fate has given him a chance for happiness again -- his Instinct roars that Mariketa too is his. But this is nearly impossible by all the supernatural Lore's beliefs -- or is it? As they trek across Central America, young Mariketa's powers grow every step of the way -- as does the pair's attraction and bond. But Fate alone cannot keep wolf and witch together, it seems, when the rest of the world -- and even their own personalities seem set to rip through their tenuous hold on one another. This book moves quite a bit slower than the other two by Cole I've read thus far, but it's definitely worth it. The plot's complex and twisted, and by the end of the book, you're wholly satisfied with the plot. There are a few scenes that felt a bit extraneous -- either that or a bit rushed -- but aside from this, it's quite good. The characters, especially Mariketa, are more realistic than I'd have expected. She's unsure of herself and has faults enough to shatter her attractive form and pretty face she's jealous and possessive, and a bit unforgiving, tempermental at times. But who's perfect? She's more likable to readers this way. More world-building -- awesome world-building. More characters I want to see explored, more history revealed. Give it to me! I certainly liked 'Wicked Deeds' as much as 'No Rest', though for different reasons. It doesn't quite have the same ever-blasting scorching sex or multitude of locales, but it still kept my attention very well, which is saying something about the writing. All in all, I heartily pass this to anyone with a very glowing recommendation. Beautiful, Cole. You've written an exceptional and touching novel, something I would rarely say.
Wicked Deeds On A Winter's Night is the third novel in the Immortals After Dark paranormal romance series. Although this series was advertised as a vampire series, this book does not have any vampires (at least not on the front line) in it. This book centers around characters Bowen and Mariketa are a Lykae (werewolf) and witch respectively. Bowen, in past novels, always seemed somewhat harsh and inflexible. It almost seemed unfair at first to pair him with such a fun-loving, and young, woman as Mariketa (she is in her early twenties compared to his twelve-hundred year plus age) but as the story unfolds it is plain to see that the two are perfectly matched, if they can only overcome their mutual dislike for each other. She gives Bowen as good as she gets and proves that she is a power to be reckoned with in her own right. Kresley Cole seems to know exactly how to play on the reader's heartstrings. She manages to effortlessly deliver heart wringing romance, like-able heroines, hot heroes and hotter sex. All of which is set against an original and exciting paranormal mythology that keeps the both the story and the reader speeding along from one high point to another. I definitely enjoyed reading this book in the series and found that I didn't want to put it down. It is definitely a page turner and one I think you would enjoy.
This one was better than the one before it in the series. This book picked up during the "Amazing Race" for the paranormal which was one of the things that I disliked about the last one. But it left that and went into its own story about Bowen and Mariket. I so enjoyed their trek through the rainforest and cried when she lost Bowen to his "mate" before her who was deceased but was resurrected by a scorceress. Anyway, all ends well and I loved it!
Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae clan was nearly destroyed when he lost the one woman meant for him. The ruthless warrior grew even colder, never taking another to his bed--until a smoldering encounter with his enemy, Mariketa the Awaited, reawakens his darkest desires. When sinister forces unite against her, the Highlander finds himself using all his strength and skill to keep her alive.His slow, hot touch is irresistible... Temporarily stripped of her powers, Mari is forced to take refuge with her sworn adversary. It's rumored that no one can tempt Bowen's hardened heart, but soon passion burns between them. Though a future together is impossible, she fears he has no intention of letting her go.No deed is too wicked for her seduction... If they defeat the evil that surrounds them, can Mari deny Bowen when he demands her body and soul--or will she risk everything for her fierce protector?Okay, I'm officially hooked on this series. I heard from a lot of people that this book was a "weak link", but I was hooked. Great characters, great twists and turns, great romance.Kresley Cole is especially good at mixing up the settings she uses. They don't all take place at the same house, everyone always in the same city or whatever. Her books are adventures, and they take place all over the world. This one took place mostly in the rainforest in Guatemala or something.But anyway... not only does Cole write great romances, but these books are fun to read for the settings, adventures and secondary characters. And she is one of the best at making a "soul mate" book still be believable and romantic. Great book, great series. I absolutely love this series.I'll keep reading :D
the best in the series; great chemistry between the two especially the hero whose a tortured soul; couldn't put it down!
This book was the perfect book to take to Key West with me. Although it would have been nice to have my boyfriend with me after I read it. :) I love how these books have just enough sex without overdoing it and still having an intriguing enough plot to keep you going. Yes, the plot is centered around sex, but it works. The characters are interesting and of different paranormal species. I can't wait for the next two in the series.
The story of Mariketa, a witch/fey halfling, and Bowen, a Lykae (werewolf) was a fun and frothy read about a boy who chases a girl and after some obstacles thrown in his way, boy gets girl.I like straightforward stories and I liked this one.That said, it lacked something in the same way that Cole's Dark Desires After Dusk lacked. I guess my problem with Cole's books are that I find her male heroes are likable even when they are acting out. Bowen is no exception. Yes, he's a grumbly alpha male and he makes his mistakes, but he's still a likable hero.But her heroines! Mariketa, Neomi, and Holly are sort of annoying. Not completely but sort of. Just around the edges kind of annoying. They are especially annoying because the valkyrie, Nix, who appears in all three books is nothing short of striking.Still, there is something about Cole's Immortals After Dark books. They are like Pop-Tarts in the vending machine on a slow afternoon. When I see one that I haven't read, I pick it up.So I can't give it less than 3.5 stars because Pop-Tarts are a 3.5 star snack to me.
Bowen has long grieved for the fairy princess who was his mate and died while trying to escape his werewolf beast brought on by the full moon. Given an opportunity to find his mate once again with the mystical prize of the deadly Talisman's Hie contest he finds himself pitted against some of the most powerful creatures in Lore. Surprisingly to Bowen his toughest competitor is a petite witch who appears to have cast a spell on him.Mari is known as "The Awaited" one, although to Mari it seems like she is doing the one waiting. Possessed of incredible powers she is still waiting to figure out how to control them, she is waiting to see if she's good enough to be the destined leader of her coven but mostly she's still waiting for that special someone who will just want to be with her and not think of her as second best. However, Mari has determined that no matter how much she wants someone to love, it will certainly not be the maddening werewolf competing against her in a contest she wants to win no matter what the cost.As always Kresley Cole delivers a solid story with intriguing characters and lots of twists. I did enjoy both Bowen and Mari. Although on the surface there are lots of quirks about them you could dislike, i.e. Bowen's moodiness and/or Mari's whininess, they have such good chemistry it is easy to overlook. What I like about this particular series, "The Immortals After Dark", is that the secondary characters waiting in the wings for their own story never take over the current one. This is something I find happens frequently in other series. Although we do seem to spot them peripherally, they don't take over the limelight. Another good thing about this particular book is that I, for one, didn't get the twist until it happened, which means it isn't glaringly obvious (although readers more astute than I would probably figure it out.) This was a very readable entry into this enjoyable paranormal romance series and I'm looking forward to reading more.
This 3rd book in the Immortal After Dark Series is my favorite in the series - although ALL of the books are sublime and deserving to be read. However, for some reason Bowen and Mari's story touched my heart in a way I can barely explain. It is one of my favorite stories, and I strongly recommend this series to every paranormal romance reader!!! (AND PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER...TRUST ME IT'S WORTH IT!!)
Kresley Cole's third installment in her Immortals After Dark series is likely to be a favorite among fans. We met Bowen MacRieve in the first book, when his cousin Lachlain returned from years of torment at the hands of vampires. Bowen was miserable after losing his mate 180 years earlier. In the second book we see him again, still wasting away and unhappy but with a glimmer of hope as he competes in the Hie in hopes of winning the prize- a key that allows one to go back in time and retrieve someone. If you've not read the previous books please don't read further this is spoilery... alas, he does not win and is trapped for weeks after the final fight. During his time trapped he suffers, his mind wandering back to the witch who cursed him earlier in the race. He and his kind have a natural distrust of witches but his runs deeper, the result of family trauma at the hands of one. Yet he continues to think of her, expecting that she and those with her have long since escaped the prison they were trapped in by him. When Lachlain collects him he is in bad shape, knowing without getting the witch to remove the curse he will die. Unfortunately she is still trapped and only he can go and rescue her to avoid bringing the wrath of the Lore down on the Lykae. Mariketta has been trapped, held captive by incubi for weeks while her companions are useless to help her. Alone in the dark she senses that Bowen has returned. Thus begin the adventures of Bowe and Mari as they work to get her to safety and struggle with the thought that Mariketta might have something to do with Bowen's dead mate, Mariah. Can he overcome his prejudice against witches and can she control the new power that is coming to her? You'll have to dig in to find out. This series gets better and better, though I have a couple of things I don't like. After three books the 'life-mate' concept is becoming really annoying. So is the possessive male chases unwilling female until she falls for him plot device. For once I'd like to see the female like the guy right off and not fight it. Once again, however, Cole has delivered a great adventure and this one actually surprised me with its plot twist. I was sure I'd figured it out and I was close but that one subtle thing flipped my theory on its ear which was refreshing!
"Wicked Deeds On A Winter's Night" is the third in Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark series. It is the tale of Lykae (werewolf) Bowan who would go to the ends of the world to release his wife Mariah from death, although she has been dead for centuries. Then he meets a witch, Mariketa. Maria and Bowan are immediately attracted to each other even though they are mean to each other. In a competition (sort of a supernatural Amazing Race) Mari puts a curse on Bowan, making the immortal unable to heal from his injuries. He leaves her stranded in a cave with several other competitors and a succubus or two. When Bowan learns long after the competitions ends that the witch ant the other competitors haven't returned, and that the witch is mortal, he rushes off to save her. Thus begins (in my mind) part two of the book. It tells of Bowan trying to rescue Mari and the two have lots of "close encounters" in the jungle, with big baddies and with each other! Bowan thinks Mari may be his mate reincarnated. She tries to resist him (a little too much). I read this book in a lot of stop and starts. It just didn't hold my interest the way the first two volumes did. Whiile I think that this book was my least favorite in the series there are many things I liked about it. I liked both Bowan and Mari. I really enjoy the way Mari deals with Bowan and the grief they give each other. The romance was the norm for Kresley Cole, which means hot, hot hot! The last third of the book really redeemed it for me. I loved the final confrontation and how the story dealt with magic and Bowan's deceased wife. This book is lightyears better than most romance stories, but it just wasn't quite as good as its predecessors.
Wicked Deeds is another great addition to Cole's highly addictive Immortals After Dark. The way Bowen and Mari played and flirted with each other was fantastic to read. And if you thought the jungles of Central America was hot and steamy just wait and see how much Bowen and Mari raise the temperature in this tropical location. Sex in a tropical jungle? HOT & STEAMY!
Liked this one better than the last in the series, a little slower paced but more coherent. Plus a Scottish accent which doesn't come across as stupid and fake.
I didn't think that Cole would be able to make me warm-up to MacRieve in this one, but she did. I only read it so that I wouldn't fall behind with the goings-on in the Lore, but I ended up really enjoying this one. Mostly because Mari is such a cool heroine and she didn't take MacRieve's crap.