She's called Angel to those she protects. She is loved and prayed to. She is a nightmare to those she hunts. She is vengeance….and she's alone, empty. She is broken.
After the crushing, painful ending in Lost Girl, I couldn't wait to start Broken and follow Molly as she continues her journey of self-discovery and personal growth. That's where the similarity between Lost Girl and Broken ends - this book takes a dive in a totally different direction, introduces new characters and starts to build on what I believe is the wider story line.
The first of the Hidden series, Lost Girl is gritty, well-written and filled with heroic action, humour and emotional punches.
We're introduced to Molly, a young vigilante who's been shaped by a child-hood of rejection and telepathic powers; her days spent in a job that deserves little mention and her nights prowling the streets of Detroit looking for abducted girls. She herself, was a lost girl.
Her life changes dramatically one night when she meets Nain, a hulking, rage-filled demon who introduces her to a supernatural world she never dreamed existed. A world that combines urban legend, urban fantasy and Greek mythology, with a twist of pure evil and more than a dash of romance - a cocktail everybody will love!
Book 7 - The last of a delightful, captivating series and, just like the earlier novels, it didn't disappoint. I had this one on pre-order but when it arrived, I left it sitting unread on my Kindle for 3 weeks! Oh yes, I wanted to read it but I also knew I would be saddened when I got to the last page and there wouldn't be another to look forward to.
Maddy's pregnancy is progressing well - and way faster than normal. She has had a few weeks to relax, get some much-needed sleep and enjoy having her new-found "family" members around her. Beezle still hasn't learned to eat politely (or moderately!), Daharan's has taken up the mantle of Master Chef (much to Beezle's delight!), Lock, Stock & Barrel have settled in as house pups and Nathaniel is…well… Nathaniel.
When I was 5 years old, I remember whining to my father that I will NEVER be able to read – It was just too hard!
I was 13 before I successfully read my first adult book – a Mills & Boon classic romance (cringe..) but the thrill of reading an entire story was, at that time, a life altering, joyful experience. I recall whooping with excitement while I jumped around the kitchen table, my mother looking on with a proud, but baffled, look on her face.
Now it’s time to say “thank you” to all those wonderful authors who travelled with me on my life’s journey. This site is for you, a small token of appreciation of the many joys you have brought me over the years.>