STORM CLOUDS ARE GATHERING, AND THEY WILL RAIN BLOOD.For starters, there’s the isolation. Being a Cerulean among humans is fraught with risk, so her time with people can only be fleeting. Which means being with Luke but not being with Luke.
Then there’s her Cerulean light, her power over life and death. Less awesome talent, as it turns out, and more overwhelming responsibility. And it comes with rules – rules that are increasingly difficult to obey.
But what’s really pushing Scarlett to the precipice is something much bigger than herself, than her life in the cove. A force to be reckoned with:
Blood.
When long-buried truths are exposed, will Scarlett keep her head above water – or will she drown in the blood-dimmed tide that is unleashed?
My Thoughts…
This is a series that has never left my mind. From the very first book, Death Wish, to
this book I have been anxious for more of these characters. Scarlett, Luke, Jude… I cannot pick my
favorite. Then add in the secondary character
of Si and Cara and you have met my new best book friends.
I love the unknown.
The mystery of other worlds, the secrets of special beings, and the
relationships that come between humans and these beings are all wonderful. Megan Tayte does amazing things with
these. She makes the unknown known and
explainable (somewhat), the secrets that are shared are what makes the story
flow together, and the relationships are my favorite. Even with the differences in Scarlett,
Luke, and Jude their relationships are real.
The feelings are true and their reactions are real. I am still torn who as to whom Scarlett
should be with. Luke who loves her even
with her differences. Jude who
understands her differences and is helping her come to terms with them. I just can’t decide.
This is a series that you have to read in order. If you pick up this book before the first
three it will not make sense to you. I
think you can still enjoy it because Megan Tayte is that amazing of an author but
you will not get the whole story. Each
book hinges on the happenings in the books before. There is one more book in this series and I
will impatiently wait for its release.
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Excerpt
It began with screaming. Shrill, ear-piercing, horrified
screaming.
A girl shrieked, ‘Blood! Look, look – it’s everywhere!’ and
pressed her hand to her mouth.
A man shouted, ‘Good grief!’ and another, ‘Great Scott!’
An old lady swooned gracefully and would have tipped over the
balustrade of the riverboat had a lanky lad not caught her.
The cause of the excitement – a woman lying slumped on the
long table on deck, cheek on her bread plate, headdress in the butter dish –
twitched a little.
‘She’s alive!’ cried a lad beside her delightedly. ‘She
moved!’
‘Did not,’ argued another.
‘Did too!’
‘Gentlemen,’ interjected a short, portly man with a twirly
black moustache, ‘if you will forgive my intrusion, it must be noted that this
woman has a bullet hole in her head and is logically, therefore, quite
definitely deceased.’
Another old dear folded to the deck with a prolonged
‘Ohhhhhh’ and her husband grabbed a feathered fan and began wafting cool
evening air in her face while calling, ‘Smelling salts – does anyone have any?’
I tried to keep a straight face. Really I did. I bit my
bottom lip until I tasted my cherry-red lipstick. I pinched my leg through the
cream satin of my gown. I dug my long cigarette holder into the sensitive flesh
of my arm.
But it was no good.
The ‘What ho, chaps’ posh accents.
The buxom woman sagging in the arms of an elephant hunter
wearing Converse All Stars.
The production of smelling salts in a bottle whose label
read Pepto-Bismol.
The corners of the little round man’s moustache coming
looser with his every word.
The fast-pooling puddle of pinkish blood on the bread plate,
buffeted by the steady in-and-out breaths of the corpse.
Take it from a girl who’s really died – death on the River
Dart, Devon, is hilarious.
‘Dear me, Ms Robson here appears to be quite overcome with
shock,’ said the guy at my side suddenly, and he slipped an arm around me and
turned me away. ‘Come, madam. Let us get some air.’
I smiled at him. Then grinned. Then choked back a guffaw.
Thankfully, by the time full-scale hilarity hit me I’d been led to the rear of
the boat, away from the rest of our party, and could bury my face in the
bloke’s chest and shake mutely with laughter.
The gallant gentleman rubbed my back soothingly as I let it
all out and said loudly, for the benefit of any onlookers, ‘There there,
pignsey, there there.’
‘Pigsney?’ It was the final straw. My high-heeled sandals
gave way and I melted into a puddle of mirth on the deck.
‘I’ll have you know, Scarlett Blake,’ hissed Luke, my
boyfriend a.k.a. gallant gent, hoiking up his too-tight corduroy trousers so he
could squat down beside me, ‘I Googled “old-fashioned terms of endearment” and
pigsney’s a classic.’
I wiped tears from my eyes, dislodging a false eyelash in
the process, and tried to catch my hiccupping breath as Luke went on.
‘Means pig’s eye. No idea why that’s appealing, but
apparently in the seventeenth century, calling a lady pigsney was the very
height of courting.’
Through his fake specs Luke’s blue eyes fixed me with a
stare so earnest I almost managed to stop laughing.
‘But this is a Death
on the Nile-Stroke-Dart murder mystery night, Luke,’ I managed to get out.
‘Set in the nineteen thirties, not the seventeen thirties.’
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘but my character tonight, Mr Fijawaddle, is
a historical fiction writer, isn’t he? So as well as dressing like a brainy
recluse – and I’m warning you now, I won’t hear another slur against this tweed
jacket – he’d know all kinds of obscure terms. Like ginglyform and jargogle and
nudiustertian and bromopnea and farctate and quagswag and philosophunculist.’
His showing off sobered me just enough to control the
giggles. ‘You made those words up,’ I accused, poking a crimson talon into his
mustard-yellow shirtfront.
He blinked at me innocently. ‘Did not. I told you before we
left the house, I did my homework.’
I narrowed my eyes. ‘All right then, Mr Fijawaddle, what
does that last word you said mean?’
‘Philosophunculist?’
‘Yes, that.’
‘Er…’ Luke gave me a sheepish grin.
‘Spill it,’ I said menacingly. As menacingly as a girl
dressed up as a vintage Hollywood starlet with cute little pin curls and rouge
aplenty can be, that is.
‘Philosophunculist,’ recited Luke. ‘Noun. A person who
pretends to know more than they do in order to impress others.’
I threw my head back and laughed. ‘Busted!’
Luke slipped an arm around me and pulled me close. Really
close.
‘Bet you like it when I use long words,’ he said huskily,
eyes fixed on my too-red lips.
‘Bet you like it when I wear a clingy nightgown as a dress,’
I replied, eyes fixed on his too-kissable lips.
‘Brazen hussy,’ he growled at me.
‘Randy boffin,’ I murmured back.
Then neither of us said another word for quite some time.
Megan Tayte bio
Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that
when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy
princess fireman. ‘Write, Megan,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she
did.Thirty-odd years later, Megan is a professional writer and published author by day, and an indie novelist by night. Her fiction – young adult romance with soul – recently earned her the SPR’s Independent Woman Author of the Year award.
Megan grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in Robin Hood's county, Nottinghamshire. She lives with her husband, a proud Scot who occasionally kicks back in a kilt; her son, a budding artist with the soul of a palaeontologist; and her baby daughter, a keen pan-and-spoon drummer who sings in her sleep. When she's not writing, you'll find her walking someplace green, reading by the fire, or creating carnage in the kitchen as she pursues her impossible dream: of baking something edible.
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I have waited for you to release this. Amazing series that I am so happy you let me read
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