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Title: A Wolf's Song
Author: Shannon Phoenix (Supernaturals Now; Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal/ Shifter Romance, contemporary
Number of pages: 254
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Can Desiree defeat Hamish's past and bring hope to an entire race?
Although A Wolf's Song has a slow start (for me, at least), I surprisingly finished with a smile on my face and can't wait for the next book in Phoenix's Supernaturals Series.
Welcome to the paranormal world of vampires, werewolves, goblins, ghouls, and deathwalkers. In this contemporary paranormal universe, vampires have been "outed"; however, werewolves have not. Vampires are not the enemy, but those called deathwalkers want them...and those pesky humans, too. They crave on your fears and will suck your soul dry.
And they are after Desiree.
Desiree has always been a little different...a little...odd. A sociophobe, she works in an outpost in the Colorado wilderness. She hates being around people. Her gift-or curse-of reading the minds of the humans around her has her seeking the solace in the woods away from the general population-- Away from the nastiness she hears in people's thoughts.
Hamish, a were, comes across Desiree when the shit is literally hitting the fan. There are bad men out in the woods; and they are hunting Desiree.
Hamish, in wolf form, saves Desiree from the men and is left wounded and weak. Desiree, who cannot understand exactly what she is feeling, much less hearing from the injured wolf, fixes his injuries and places him in a cage. After all, DUH, he is a wolf.
Strange things happen--dream-like voices that seem to be coming from the wolf. And more men come to prey on Desiree as she hides in the outpost.
This is the part of the story that moved at a snail's pace for me. It was really never explained why these men were hell bent on getting to Desiree. Were they just evil, perverted men wanting to rape her? Kill her? I'm not sure.
I also thought the first meeting for Desiree and Hamish lacked a certain "zing"...For the two are soul mates. Certainly there should have been a little more sexual tension, awareness, SOMETHING, than the beginning that they had. It just fell sort of flat for me, left me feeling just..."meh".
When Desiree relocates to Vermont to live among the weres and the smexy Vamp Tallion, things pick up. As does the pacing of this very fascinating story.
Now I am hooked.
Although it can be confusing at times, we the reader start to learn the ins and outs of this different paranormal world that Phoenix has created. And the different roles that each have placed on them. Their is a hierarchy. There are contracts. There are rules that must be followed.
Now I start to see the connection between Desiree and Hamish and they have some sizzling chemistry and humorous moments that I found endearingly funny. It was like a different book than the one at the start. And I was surprisingly pleased in the outcome. Also, Phoenix threw a "shocker" that I didn't see coming. I love it when an author stuns me.
I am now looking forward to reading Linc's story--the dark, brooding gargoyle whose charm won me over from his first appearance.
Phoenix has created a very amusing, captivating, paranormal world that I will definitely revisit.
Shannon Phoenix always wrote stories. She watched the characters take on their lives within her mind, and began to write down what they were doing. She would write the stories and then let them go. But a few years ago, she got caught writing those stories. You know... those stories.
To her surprise, the person who found her stories loved her characters as much as Shannon did. She tentatively allowed others to read the stories, as well, and it was from that first foray into the scary world of letting others read her 'little tales' that Shannon Phoenix Books was born.
Shannon lives in New Hampshire with her husband, her daughter, and their family cat. Her full time job is parenting, her part time job is as a mother's helper to a family friend, and her passion is letting the characters in her mind out on paper--or keyboard, as the case may be.
Welcome to Shannon Phoenix's Books. May you find the magic in your own life.
Links for author:
Website / Facebook / Supernaturals Diary / Twitter / Goodreads
Short Excerpt A Wolf’s Song:
The wolf shimmered and distorted obscenely as bright sparks flickered around him. She closed her eyes to clear them, and opened them again just as the wolf vanished to leave a man in his place. A very, very handsome bear of a man, at that. She blinked and stared.
He was very tall, well over six feet, probably close to six and a half feet. His broad, powerful body was corded with muscle definition, his belly not flat so much as ridged with blatant muscle definition. His hair was the color of wheat, ripe for harvest in the Autumn sunshine. His eyes were golden in his slightly rugged, slightly surfer-boy face, matching the pale hair. More blond hair tracked down that powerful stomach to where... To where she really wasn't going to look, no matter how much she might want to.
“Death is a werewolf?” she asked, realizing belatedly how nonsensical she sounded.
“Desiree!” he said, his voice familiar and rich, harmony flowing through it like an old fashioned acapella group. Then he chuckled. “I'm not death. I think he has a scythe and a robe or something. And I'm naked.”
Death apparently had a sense of humor, as well.
“Yes,” she said. “I noticed.” She reached for his mind to see what was so funny, but found only quiet. “So are you going to get it over with?”
“Get what over with?”
“You killed them. So kill me, too.”
His eyebrows nearly crawled up onto his scalp. “They were monsters. Why would I kill you? Are you a monster, too?”
“No,” she said. Then quietly, “I just want to die.”
He chuckled again.
“Are you laughing at me?” She crossed her arms over her chest. This was serious business and she didn't appreciate his attitude. It wasn't bad enough that he was a werewolf—which should be myth just like vampires... and he was here to kill her. She didn't need for him to be a smart-ass about it.
He made an obvious attempt to rein in his mirth. “No, ma'am. I'm standing on your stairs butt-ass naked. I hardly think I'm in the position to laugh at you, now am I?” His lip quirked again in contrast with his words.