Ebook - Evernight Publishing - novel
TBR reviewer: B.H
Thame is a warrior, a golden fairy who is loyal to the King and new Queen. They are on the verge of war with the Trolls. It’s an ongoing battle that he fought with success...until now. The enemy captures him, cuts off his wings and strands him on the remote Aran Islands. His escape is a miracle, but the night is still young.
Breena never expects to find a half-naked man with a mutilated back in her home. Now she finds herself in the middle of a war she didn’t even know existed on top of discovering she’s only part human.
Can Breena heal Thame's ravaged heart?
We enter a place in Ireland where fairies come to life, literally. Thame is a fairy warrior with golden wings. In the first book, he’s attacked and we never find out what happens. In this book we do! He’s saved by a little thing just into womanhood. Breena has a wonderfully funny personality. She’s constantly falling in front of him. They were unique scenes that made me smile. Come on ladies, how many of us have gone for the sexy look and fell flat on our ass because of those damn high heels. Well, I know I have. The Trolls, evil creatures, are at it again and Thame must save Breena this time.
It is a rollercoaster of action and adventure. The romance? The sexual heat was a slow sizzle that quickly led to an all out fire. Thame came out of his quiet, almost aloof shell and Breena finds out she’s not all human. Her father is someone we’ve all read about. It’s a nice, unexpected twist.
That said, she added a bit of each character and I think that was a bit risky. It didn’t work. Too much going on. Still the story prevailed. Her descriptions were lovely and magical. The fairy kingdom is a place I long to visit.
Ms. Keraleigh kind of reminds me of Laurell K. Hamilton. She has that really unique imagination with some seriously smoking sex scenes.
If you like hot reads that bleed romance give The Ravaged Fairy a read!
Excerpt of 'The Ravaged Fairy'
“Gran!” A giggle lingered in her shocked tone.
“I’m just saying. I love you, Iníon.”
“I love you, too...” Breena covered her grin until Gran closed the front door and her little car rumbled to life. She wasn’t going near his good bits, and if she did it would not be to cut them off. First thing to do was get dressed. She would not be going near that gorgeous hunk of a man without proper clothing or else her mind would stay on the good bits instead of helping him healing.
It took only a moment to remove her favorite piece of clothing, and shove a pair of jeans along with a black sweater over her head. The black boots with white laces had extra cushion on the soles to help with her long walks to town. What happened to the original black ones, Breena glared at that freaking cat. It glanced at her with big green eyes and meowed innocently then scuttled under her bed.
Now she stood outside the stranger’s door with her hands full and her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why was she so anxious? Sure, he was striking but that had never made her body hum with desire like it did with him. She didn’t even know his name but the thought of that silky golden hair or his warm flesh made her pulse skyrocket. Breena shook her head, squared her shoulder and opened the door.
The room was quiet except for the gentle sound of his breathing. She shifted a chair from the kitchen to the side of his bed and placed the things in her arms on it. Her eyes wondered. How could they not roam his covered body? The clothes she grabbed yesterday were not on his person. His body was covered by Gran’s quilt, correction, his lower half was covered. The good bits, she grinned then walked to the big window that faced their front yard. She threw the curtain apart, this was another of Gran’s quilting projects and the movement displaced a lungful of dust. She wrinkled her nose, clicked the lock on the window and pushed the panes open. That would help him heal, feeling the sun warm his body and the wind on his face, a very handsome face. Her mind was definitely wandering.
She bit her lower lip and returned to the man that occupied her thoughts. How sad was she? He was the excitement, of her year. She plopped on the bed a little harder than she meant. The old wooden frame groaned and there was distinct snap before Breena felt herself tumble to the ground.
“Oh, shite.” Her hands instantly went to him as he rolled toward her, on an angle the bed was a makeshift ramp. His bare chest pressed against her palms and she pushed furiously to keep him from falling atop her. If he fell, he would land right over her and roll straight onto his damaged back. She pressed harder, used all her
strength to ease him back, but it was no use. “Wake up!” she yelled right at him and his lids began to lift.
Breena stared into the most compelling light green eyes that swirled with hints of yellow. They seemed to swirl as he shifted an arm and pressed his hand beside her head, using the floor as leverage to keep from squishing her. She couldn’t tear her sight away from his, they sucked her whole soul into a void of romance and lust.
“Who are you?”
His voice, dear lord, it was so raspy and deep she wanted to melt into a puddle. “Breena...” she whispered and frowned as she pressed against his chest more firmly. He was after all going to fall on her and there was no way he’d have the strength to pull himself up. Her muscles began to scream in protest as he kept staring.
“Yes.” she didn’t let him finish, her body protested the weight to loudly. “Me parents named me after a mythological fairy palace. Now help me because I’m trying to save your arse.” Technically, it was his back she was trying to help. At this point, she’d say anything to get him to move.
He squinted in confusion. “Save me?”
So he was daft. “Yes, pull yourself...” she never finished the sentence. The remainder of the bed cracked and he landed with a thud atop her. He weighed a ton, more than a ton. His body crushed hers into the hard floor and his lids once again fell shut. “Great...” At least he hadn’t rolled and landed on his back. Now she was stuck beneath him and couldn’t budge his massive size. Worse was that his hips had shifted and she felt the thick jut of his manhood against her middle.