Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans.
Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart.
Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her.
But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.
“You bake?” he asked, nudging my arm with his. “You bake chocolate cake that’s apparently the best in the whole world for a half senile old guy?”
A giggle squeaked out. “Um, yeah. I do. Baking . . . is like a hobby.” Okay. That was a total lie. The only cakes I could bake came out of the box. It was Tink who baked the cakes from scratch.
“And why haven’t I been offered any cake?”
I wondered what he’d think if he knew the cake was made by a brownie. Sending him a quick glance, I smoothed my hands down my thighs. “You’re going to have to get to know me better before you taste my cake.”
Ren opened his mouth then closed it a second before he stopped and stepped right in front of me. I skidded to a stop to avoid slamming into him. The guy behind us cursed and shot us a dirty look as he walked around us. Ren ignored him. “Was that an invitation? Because I’m willing to get to know you in any way possible if that means I get to taste your cake.”
“Invitation for . . .?” Oh my God. My words replayed. My face turned crimson. “You are such a pervert!” I smacked his chest hard. “That’s not what I meant.”
“That’s a damn shame then,” he said solemnly.
I hit him again, on the arm this time, then stormed around him. “You’re such a dog.”
Tipping his head back, he laughed loudly and deeply, and in spite of my embarrassment, my lips formed a wry grin. I couldn’t help it. The laugh . . . it was infectious. He was beside me in a heartbeat. “I really do want to taste the cake—the real cake. Well, I’d also love to taste your cake, too.”
“If you stop talking about cake in general, I promise I will get you a slice of cake,” I said. “And I won’t stab you.”
“You’d stab me?” Amusement colored his tone.
I nodded. “Even after giving me a rose.”
“Okay. Deal. No more cake.” He was quiet as we crossed onto Chartres. “Did you do anything on your day off yesterday?”
I almost stumbled as I glanced at him sharply. Brighton hadn’t called me back, which was no surprise, and I planned on paying her another visit. But there was no way he’d known that.
A half grin curved his mouth up at one corner. “It’s just a simple question. I’ll tell you what I did. I slept in until about ten. Then I roamed around, a bit aimlessly to be honest, and found myself buying beignets. Then last night I staked out the hotel we’d seen the ancient fae go into. That’s what I did.”
Words were reluctant to come to the tip of my tongue. “I didn’t do much,” I said after a moment. “I met Val and we went to a bookstore. Then I came home and pretended to tidy up. I had dinner with a friend. That’s it.”
His gaze met mine, and I thought about the sorrow that had been so clear on his face when the man died. “See how easy that was?”
# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
Julie says
I love a good romance novel. This one sounds really interesting. I may have to add it to my list!
kpsimmon says
Thank you!
Jackie Jernigan says
This would be great in my YA collection at the library. And, Thanks so much for helping sponsor this $750 giveaway right her at Christmas. A wonderful chance to help someone out for us all!
Richard Hicks says
Bet this one will be popular!
janet says
ty 4 posting the awesome book review
Mai Tran says
What a beautiful cover!
Trish F says
Sounds like an interesting read. Thanks for sharing it. I’ll have to look for it.
Ash L. says
She is an amazing writer. I’ve read her other books and will definitely read this.
Crystal says
Looks great!
Natalie says
This book sounds SOOOO good!! I can’t wait to get my hands on it!!