Title: Of Flame and Fate
Author: Cecy Robson
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Publisher: Cecy Robson, LLC
Series: Weird Girls Flame #2
Genres: Urban Fantasy
Page Count: 422
Taran Wird, who commands the power to wield fire and
lightning, is an oddity in the supernatural world. But neither
Taran nor her unique sisters compare to the bizarre entity
known as Destiny. And Taran is assigned to protect her.
Born of two witches, Destiny is revered among the
supernatural elite for her acute ability to predict the future.
Her biggest prophecy involves Taran’s sister, Celia, whom
Destiny decreed will bear children strong enough to take on
the evil that’s rising. Yet Destiny is not alone in her
predictions, or individuality.
When Johnny Fate, a rock star among humans and a male
version of Destiny is discovered, his powers and Destiny’s
clash, triggering the start of Destiny’s demise and altering the
fate of Celia’s unborn children.
Taran, her werewolf lover Gemini, and their allies must
determine if it’s Fate who will decide what will become of
Celia’s children, or if their lives and the world will perish with
Destiny.
Holy freaking God's!
This freaking series just gets better in
better. This is the 8th books the
series. If you haven't
read the others I just you do. It's an ongoing story-line they
could possibly get lost if you don't know what's going on.
This book is extremely
well written like the others in the series.
This is Taran,
Destiny, Johnny Fate, and Gemini her mate's
story. It’s the continuing story
for T and her sisters. In this
book T and their allies must determine if it’s
Fate who will
decide what will become of all their kids, or if their will die
with Destiny. Destiny feels Johnny calling to her. He is a
rockstar and she
wants to go see his concert not knowing
who he really is. But bad things happen
when Destiny meets
Johnny. See literally or classes against one each other. And
is up to Taran to fix things even though Gemini doesn't want
her to. So the
senseless but he's become particularly
protective of her. It’s nice to see he
finally came around and
accepted who they are too want another. Too bad it just
a
catastrophe for them to find out. Now before I ruin this I could
her stuff by
could go on and on about this book. I am so
ready for the next one to come out.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I
did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too
The doors crash open as a pack of weres in human form stomp
in, the exception being an immense, midnight-black wolf with a white left paw
who leads them. His lips peel back, exposing a row of pointy fangs as he growls
at the vampires surrounding me. But it’s the man storming forward with dark almond
eyes and a six-inch dagger in his hand that gives me pause.
“Hi, honey,” I say, giving him a little wave.
Funny thing, he doesn’t wave back. His gaze swoops over my naked
body. “Hold her,” he snarls, ramming the knife into my thigh.
Reality shoves aside the shock of having the man I love stab me in
the leg. Like a heated blade through butter, he slices through the skin and
muscle, creating a diagonal line and spraying blood across the glass shower
walls. I expect pain, scorching white-hot pain, and to lose my blood supply in
large volumes. But like the creepy crawly beneath my skin, I just feel that
wretched pulling and grabbing.
My bleeding trickles to a stop just as Gemini’s hand plunges deep
into the incision. The image is so graphic and brutal my stomach lurches. I’m
seconds from passing out. The vamps on either side of me are the only thing
keeping me vertical. But when my focus latches onto the hilt of the dagger, and
I realize it’s a femur—a freaking femur!— my body immediately
slumps.
Of course, that’s not the worst part.
The tangle of bodies, limbs, and faces, carved around the hilt
twitch, as if seizing, breaking free of what’s holding them to slither. Oh, and
it gets better. The mouths open, singing one messed up version of O Fortuna.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my body trembling violently as their
slowly amplifying voices echo across the room.
Agnes grips my jaw, yanking my face toward her. “Taran, get it
together before you set this whole place on fire.”
I wrench my head free. “Don’t you think I’m trying?!”
I bite back a curse, and a few more, when something scampers
toward my right butt cheek.
It doesn’t get far. Gemini thrusts his hand deep, wrenching a
large, screeching lump from my leg, exciting the minute faces continuing
to sing and slide along the hilt. Their voices crescendo and their bodies
writhe with glee. I don’t get a good look at the demon impaled by the dagger,
and I don’t want to. I only see enough to realize I was right about the spindly
legs and pinchers.
Gemini carries the shrieking demon to the sink, ignoring the way
the long cluster of centipede legs kick out and clutch blindly at the air. I
wish I could ignore it. But those things you can’t unsee? I’ve seen plenty in
my twisted, messed up life and this is one more to add to my list.
Gemini holds out his free hand. Without asking, a vamp drops an
opened bottle of vodka into his palm. Gemini pours the vodka over the demon,
stunning it and causing the legs to fall open like petals—nasty petals covered
with blood, pointy grippy ends, and little bits of me.
With a turn of his wrist, he drops the demon into the sink. It
falls with a sick plop.
Agnes’s weight abruptly pulls off me when she stands and hurries
to the sink. She flicks a lighter another vamp tosses her and drops it on top
of the demon. “Ad infernum,” she tells it, sending it back to hell.
The vamps step away from me as the flames spray up to lick the
ceiling. The exception is Edith who remains on her knees, clutching my leg
between her breasts and sealing my wound with several fast and enthusiastic
strokes of her tongue.
“Get away from her,” Gemini demands. His voice is more
beast than human, setting off an orchestra of snarls from the rest of the pack.
Like a very hungry dog with a bone, Edith doesn’t want to let go.
Gemini doesn’t give her a choice. From one breath to the next, he rips me from
her, wrapping me in a blanket someone hands him and carrying me away.
CECY ROBSON is an author of contemporary romance,
young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A
double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed,
and a published author of more than eighteen titles, you can
typically find her on her laptop writing her stories or stumbling
blindly in search of caffeine.
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