Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Release Day + Review + Excerpt: On Wicked Ground by Sharon Kay

Title: On Wicked Ground
Series: The Solsti Prophecy #4
Author: Sharon Kay
Genre: Adult, PNR Erotic Romance
Publish Date: January 13, 2015
Review Source: eARC provided for review

The lost memories of a thief…
The first twelve years of Alina’s life are a black void. An accomplished thief, she uses her cloaking ability to pick pockets as well as stage elaborate heists. Digging deeper into her past sets off a chain of events that puts her, and the family she has just discovered, in the sights of their worst enemy.

…and the scarred heart of a guardian…
In secret, Lash Watcher Caine plots vengeance for the destruction of everything he loved. Branded by loss, he longs to find his one true mate, knowing that only with her will his heart fully heal. When his brief meeting with Alina is interrupted by her elaborate evade-and-escape plan, he knows there is more to her than meets his watchful eyes. But nothing can prepare him for the lethal power of her mind.

…collide at the fault line of destiny.
A brilliant villain with a vicious and loyal army behind her can only be stopped by one force: the combined power of four women who command the elements. Alina, with her newly-discovered affinity to the earth, becomes the linchpin to halting the desecration of their world. Thrown into a battle plan and a new family, she finds joy in in the quiet strength of Caine’s arms. But when the secrets to her past are revealed, she learns a terrible price has been paid in advance. The very magic that allowed her to live to fulfill a prophecy will forever deny her heart’s deepest wish.

I'm deeply saddened tonight as I write this review.  Not because I didn't love this series because I did, SO MUCH! But rather because the series has come to an end.  I mean ... what?!  I knew it was going to be four books, I mean it is after all about the FOUR Solsti but still ... I'm bereft and grieving over the loss of my now long time friends.  So much time has been invested loving these characters and now they are just gone.  But enough about that lets discuss how I fell in love with this series and all of the characters in it.

Sharon Kay is a phenomenal writer and story teller.  She created a world full of intriguing Paranormal characters and from the second I met Nicole and Gunnar in Wicked Wind,  I knew I was done for. The spiciness and the fierce protectiveness of these Lash Demon Watchers who come in contact with the Solsti, whom everyone believes to be just a myth, is in a word, intoxicating!  Then we got Kai and Brooke's story in Wicked Wave and Gin and Mathias' story in Wicked Flames and I thought there is no way she can top this.  But SHE DID!  I am so in love with Alina and Caine I can't even tell you all of the why's because I'd just ruin the entire book but these two did it for me in a way that I'm still reeling from the twists and turns, the surprises, the TEARS ... oh don't even get me started on the ugly cry I was doing for a while.  Sharon warned me as I was giving her my play by play reactions and predictions that there might be tears ... at least I got the warning, so I'm passing it on to you my friends, bring tissues!

On Wicked Ground is just an absolutely breathtaking story about a woman being afforded the chance to finally learn who she truly is after never knowing a thing about herself before the age of 12.  It's also a wonderful story about the romance she finds with Caine and by romance I should point out there is some off the wall, chart topping sex happening in this story that is toe curling and delicious and you'll want to savor all of those moments!  These Demons and the protectiveness and the feeling that someone is theirs irrevocably is just heart stopping.  Even as I write this I'm getting goose bumps thinking about how each of them felt about their particular Solsti but Caine did it best in my opinion.  These two were incendiary and will live in my heart forever.  I'm sad now that it is over but I know that I own all four novels and can now do a complete re-read and re-visit old friends anytime I want.

Grab your copies of the Solsti Series by Sharon Kay today, trust me if you love PNR Romance, if you love Erotic Romance, if you love all of the above, you will not be disappointed!  Thank you Sharon for contacting me a year ago to review Wicked Wind, you've got a fan for life!  I can't wait for Arawn's book and your new series!
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Jars and baskets of fruits and vegetables sat on neat wooden shelves. Nuts, breads, pastries, and spices arranged on movable wire racks made her mouth water. Alina’s stomach growled loudly.
Grabbing a loaf of bread, she turned to go back into the kitchen to make a sandwich—and ran straight into a wall of muscle.
She sucked in a breath. “You’re back!” She clutched her bread and fought the urge to throw her arms around him.
“And you…” He took a half step closer. “Were in my room.”
Shit. How did he know? She’d locked up after herself. She hadn’t moved anything…wait, the gray T-shirt. Had he noticed it was missing? She did her best to feign confusion and pasted a you-must-be-confused look on her face. At least, she hoped that’s how she looked. “Your room?”
He nodded, dark eyes unreadable.
Was he angry? A delicious mix of soap and woods and man wafted from his skin, lulling her and ramping her up at the same time. He stood so close she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. She backed up. “I don’t kn—”
“I don’t mind.” One brawny arm braced above her head, and she realized he’d backed her up against the shelves. Wall or shelves—it didn’t matter, he had her caged between him and a hard place. Again.
“You don’t?” Her voice came out as a whisper-squeak.
“No.” He leaned down, lips almost touching her ear. “I may have liked it.”
Tingles shot across her skin and she resisted the need to turn and meet those sinful lips. “W-what do you mean, may have?”
“Depends on why you were there.” He took the bread out of her hand and set it on the shelf by her hip. “So how about fessing up?”
She swallowed hard. She’d have to let him win this one. And she’d have to be sneakier next time. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” His deep voice rumbled straight through her.
“Then I definitely liked it.”
She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. “How’d you know?” A thief always strove to hide her tracks.
“Your scent.” He straightened.
Her shoulders sagged. “Damn it. You guys have way better noses than me. I wasn’t even there very long.”
“It was long enough. Your scent was on my door. Inside and outside.” One hand skimmed her hip, tracing a slow pattern up her waist.
She froze as her entire body forgot everything except his touch.
“And in my closet.” His other hand cupped her nape. “On my weapons safe.”
She met his eyes, unable to put up a façade. Every line of defense fell with each caress of his strong hands.
“And in. My. Bed.” With each word, his hands tightened a fraction more.
She gulped a breath, dizzy from his nearness and damn near incoherent from the raw masculinity pouring off him.
He leaned down again, on her other side this time, lips skating over the shell of her ear. “You know what time of year it is.”
No, she didn’t know her own name right now. “Um, December?”
“You in my bed, at our fertile time…some would take that as a blatant invitation.”
Oh god, that’s not what she had intended. But his words sparked an ache deep in her body. Her breath came in short bursts. “I…”
“Is it?” The hand at her waist slid up her ribs, stopping beneath her breast.
Her stomach clenched at his touch. She couldn’t think. “Is it what?”
“An invitation.” The word was growled, as if he held on to his control by a thread.
No. Yes. I don’t know. She knew she had only seconds before he took her hesitation as a rejection, and he would put distance between them. But she couldn’t form a sentence to save her life. So she did the one thing her body screamed for, and turned to press her lips to his.

It was like dropping a match onto bone-dry kindling, igniting a need so urgent it stole her breath. Like the past two days had been two years, both of them lost in a desert. Alone and apart. He yanked her flush against him so swiftly she gasped, and he took advantage of her parted lips. Thrusting his talented tongue inside her mouth, he kissed her with devastating possession, and all she could do was hang on.

Sharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can never get enough reading time. She loves paranormal romance, with romantic suspense following close on its heels. She loves winter and black coffee, and is endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to capture their hearts.

Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and didn’t expect to write one book, let alone a series. But WICKED WIND and the Solsti series formed in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.


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