This is by far one of the best historical paranormals I've read in quite some time. Not only was I quite taken with both Miranda and Archer, but to have gothic London as a backdrop with a very sweet, very tender love story underneath it all really made this book for me. In some ways, this is Beau...
Yet another romance book finding itself on my "read" shelf... my mother will be so proud of me. Firelight was definitely a spur of the moment read. I had finished up The Golem and the Djinni and was staring Slaughterhouse Five in the face when a sudden urge to read something light and romance rid...
4 TO 4.5 STARS!Ever since reading the Hook Up, I knew KC was an author I needed to read, and this second book in the Darkest London series was fantastic, even better than the first, Firelight. This book was about Daisy, Miranda's sister, now widowed and ready to finally shed her fear and captivit...
This the the 3rd book in the Darkest London series. The world is Victorian London with an underground paranormal element. This book focuses on Winston Lane and his wife Poppy. Poppy is the eldest sister of Miranda and Daisy who were featured in the first 2 books.I really enjoy the world building ...
Great addition to the series...could be my favorite one. The verbal sparring between the characters made me laugh out loud, and I will confess to getting teary eyed a couple of times. The fight/conflict between good and evil continues, and Ms. Callahan did a great job with blurring the lines...
It roared through the wolf’s head as he charged. His teeth sank deep into the lycan’s shoulder and the lycan screamed. The sound speared the wolf’s brain, scattering shards of pain. He looked down at his prey, and his blood stilled. That face. Panic surged, choking and hot. He knew this face, thi...
We lay side by side on the bed, both of us staring up at the ceiling. Our shoulders brush, but that is the extent of our contact. My hands are safely folded over my stomach and so are his. We aren’t fucking. I’m not trying to climb him like a tree, or lick him like a Tootsie-Pop. Though I want to...
When he thought of what awaited him in just a few hours, his cock grew hard and hot, and his stomach dipped down to his toes.Shite, shite, shite.Would he be able to please her? Would he make a fool of himself and spend at the first touch? Given how twitchy he was, he just might.Pacing his room wa...
Miranda could not stop Victoria’s warning from echoing in her head in a constant refrain. What were Archer’s lies? Why did he feel the need to tell them?The muted song of a fiddle drifted through the din of caterwauls and raucous laughter. Despite the late hour, street urchins wove underfoot, bru...
His breath burned in his throat, not from exertion but from fear. No sooner had he reached the middle landing than a door crashed open. A blur of movement, a snarl, and then a claw-tipped hand had him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Ian Ranulf, fangs extended,...
One he could not do anything about, for whoever had left it was long gone by the time Jack woke and found the thing. Easing out of bed, he left a sleeping Mary, fragrant and warm with the intoxicating scent of sex and sleep, to read it. The message was simple, a time, place, and request that Jack...
Miranda’s easy stride stuttered for one pace. “Steady, Daughter. You’ll draw notice stumbling about like that.” Her father looked at her sidelong as he gracefully guided her around a newspaper boy shouting the day’s news at the top of his little lungs. “Remember, deep down we humans are canny b...
The door was locked. Even so, Ian Ranulf had given orders that this section of the house not be disturbed while she was here. Which was good, as a GIM’s method of tracking a soul was one of their closest kept secrets. Relaxing, she stared up at the dark, coffered ceiling. All was in order here—qu...