on August 1st, 2014
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One night . . . one violent, supernatural battle . . . and five stories of the men whose lives will be changed by it.
Alec Lambert was born to lead. He’s a ruling Elder of The Brethren, possessing steely confidence, natural smarts, and decisive problem solving abilities . . . and he’s not too bad on the eyes, either. Everything in his life has gone exactly according to plan—until the night of Brahm Hill. Alec loses his best friend at the hands of the uncle he trusted like a father, along with his previously unshakable faith to lead those with whom he’s charged. Despite this, he continues to press ahead, and for his next assignment he’s asked to protect a very beautiful but very clumsy Dhampir who’s being hunted by a powerful warlock. Suddenly, he finds his whole Brethren world is turned upside down . . . and he finds himself harboring a desire for her he can’t explain.
Poppy Honeywell knows she’s far from perfect. Bad things tend to happen when she’s around. She’s more than a little clumsy, with a phobia or two mixed in. Not to mention that her name is certainly unusual. But she doesn’t have time to worry about all that because she’s on the run and not about to back down from the arrogant Elder who’s just been assigned as her protector. The real problem, though . . . she’s irresistibly drawn to this man who faces constant danger and takes charge so naturally. But Poppy also sees that taking charge of others helps Alec mask his own very deep pain.
Will Alec find his way out of the darkness and surrender to his feelings for Poppy before the warlock chasing her catches up to them both?
Y’all have NO idea how long I’ve been waiting on Alec’s story. Just ask Christine Wenrick herself. He has been my favorite character in the Charmed Trilogy and this Brahm Hill series. I had very high expectations for him. Poppy had some major shoes to fill in my eyes. But I am happy to report that I have grudgingly let Poppy have her HEA with Alec. 😉
There is a lot to be said in this story but a I am going to have a really, really hard time not spewing spoilers. So pardon me while I basically give a brief rundown of my feeling while reading this book (not in any particular order as not to ruin any surprises-which Ms. Christine likes to throw in there for fun)…
“Mmmm. Love me some Alec.”
“Aww. Poor Poppy!”
“Omg. Don’t do it. I don’t trust that guy.”
“Huh. Well, he might be a good guy.”
“Dude. I have no clue if this is a good guy or bad guy. This is going to pester me till the next book for sure.”
“Bow-chica-wow-wow. Oh shit! Omg! OMFG! She (Christine) did not do that to him! O.M.G. She’s trying to kill me!”
How’d y’all like that? Lol. I’ll be serious though. Poppy has witnessed a very messed up event that leads her to seek for some protection. And she has also grown up to believe she was cursed and that bad things happen because of her. So she decides to keep as far away from people as she can. But being around everyone, even a little bit, she comes out of her room more and more. Of course there are some hiccups along the way which has her backtracking just a bit, but Alec coaxes her back out of her shell. And then the shit hits the fan.
This is when Christine’s books get real fun for me. I love to hate the twists she throws into her stories. You never see them coming. They are the type that while you’re reading, you are frantically reading to see what happens. There are a few times where I have thought, “did she really just do that?!” I know with one of her books, I finished reading the last few words and sat there staring at the page and all I could think was, “holy shit!” Not many authors can do that to me. Most books have a general route they will go so they can be somewhat predictable. I love that Christine likes to keep her readers on her toes.
But I’m rambling. Back to the story. Poor Alec is still very down about losing his best friend, Lucas, in the massive fight at Brahm Hill. And on top of this, he recently became an Elder, so he has a ton of responsibility riding on his shoulders. We get to see him slowly start to loosen up (without shirking his duties) and have some of grief lift from his shoulders thanks to Poppy.
I really have nothing bad to say about this book at all. And please forgive me for my sckizo-sounding review. There is just so much I want to say but I am afraid I’m going to say too much and give something away. So just do yourself a favor and buy this book. Hell, go buy them all while you’re at it. They are all so good!
“Why. Am. I. On. A. Plane?” Poppy emphasized each word as her hands gripped at the luxurious sofa arm beside her. But the modern jet seemed determined to bounce all of them out of their seats as the cabin continued to jostle about angrily. They were definitely in the middle of some mean turbulence, which was to be expected of anyone fool enough to be flying in a small plane in winter conditions.
“Because it’s the most efficient way to get someone across an ocean,” Alec answered. “We still have about an hour or so before we land. So you’re going to have to let me know if you’re going to panic on me.”
Her gaze narrowed on him angrily as she pushed her next breath through her nostrils. “Can I just hit you instead and we’ll call it even?!”
His brow lifted as if he found that comment interesting.
Poppy leapt to her feet inside the small cabin and she noticed Alec braced his hands against his chair arm as if to steady himself. Surely he didn’t think she was really going to hit him? “You’re not going to trip again, are you?” he asked her.
Poppy glared at him and then down at herself. She was looking for any reasonable explanation to defend the innate clumsiness he’d gotten to experience firsthand within the first minute of meeting her in Joseph’s study. “These are very challenging heels!”
Yep. That was the best she could come up with.
The Elder smiled. No, it was definitely more of a smirk. “I’m sure they are,” he replied. “Now, will you please sit down before you get bounced off your feet? The turbulence may get worse before it gets better.”
“Worse?” Poppy squeaked. She might very well end up back in his lap if this turbulence got any worse. She didn’t like to think of herself as a coward, but when it came to flying she definitely was, even more so than her irrational fear of spiders. They just had too many legs. “Look—you need to understand. I don’t fly! Ever . . .! You need to find a way to land this plane, right now!”
“I can’t do that. As I explained, we’re over a lake.”
“Well get un-over the lake!”
The Elder didn’t say anything in response, just seemed to contemplate that. He removed the reading glasses that were a dead giveaway that he was human, though, he looked fit enough to give even one of his Dhampir guards a run for their money. He’d certainly felt fit enough when she had crash-landed into his chest in Joseph’s study . . . which had been utterly embarrassing. One moment, she’d been fully prepared to burst in and make her case to Joseph about why she needed to stay at The Hallow, and the next, the tip of her shoe had caught on the carpet and she was flying forward straight into a complete stranger.
“In an effort to have us all on the ground safely as soon as possible, I do not recommend suddenly veering off course to get ‘un-over’ a lake. We will be starting our descent shortly.”
“Oh God, descent . . .,” she mumbled to herself as she rubbed her hands over her face. “This is not good. This is not good.”
“It will be all—”
“Where are we landing . . . Elder Lambert?” she added awkwardly, realizing they had not actually exchanged first names.
He returned his glasses to the bridge of his nose and went back to looking at his tablet. “You may call me Alec. I much prefer it to Elder Lambert. We’ll be landing in Alberta at The Oracle, The Brethren site I’m in charge of. After discussing it, Joseph and I felt this would be the best place for you to stay.”
“Well, isn’t that nice,” she answered him flippantly. “You discussed it. By any chance—in any of this heavy dialogue—did anyone consider asking me if I wanted to go to Canada?”
Alec just sighed in that ‘you’re going to cause me a lot of trouble, aren’t you’ sort of way.
Christine is a graduate of Washington State University where she received a BA in Interior Design. And true to form of using mostly her ‘right brain’, she splits her time between her commercial design career and her imaginary world of writing. She lives in the scenic Pacific Northwest where she enjoys hiking, camping and photographing many of the wonderful places that served as inspiration for her writing. Her biggest reward in life is any given day when one of her books connects with a reader because she herself is such a lover of reading. Some of her favorite authors include Lisa Kleypas, Julia Quinn, and Kimberly Derting.
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