In the thrilling conclusion to
the Hidden Legacy series, Nevada and Rogan
grapple with a power beyond
even their imagination…
Wildfire
Hidden Legacy #3
Hidden Legacy #3
by Ilona Andrews
Releasing July 25th 2017
Avon
Avon
From Ilona Andrews,
#1 New York Times bestselling author,
the thrilling conclusion to her Hidden Legacy series, as Nevada and Rogan
grapple with a power beyond even their imagination…
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . WILDFIRE
(Hidden Legacy, #3) . . . HOT DAMN! ITS HERE.
ITS HOT. ITS SMOLDERING. ITS ACTION FILLED. ITS MAGIC DRENCHED. ITS PAST
FACING. ITS TIME FOR THE TRUTH. I got all I anticipated and then some. Wildfire
brought just that wildfire. There was an intensity to this read that made it
stand out and feel a bit different from the other two. This time around the
past of both Nevada and Connor come front and center. One with a past unknown.
The other with a past that could change the future. All comes to a thrilling
ride with its ups, downs, twist and turns. Action, adventure and magic
everywhere.
The Baylor’s
have arrived and that show that clearly with not one, not two, not even three
but four of their clan taking front and center to make the Baylor clan a house
to be reckoned with. Nevada shows her stuff and even shows up a few. She can
make a grown man cry a few tears. I just have a sneaky suspicion that grandma will
not give up so easily. Though what they went through was not easy by any means.
Ilona
Andrews has delivered a knock out series with a serious one-two punch. The Hidden Legacy series was fun,
entertaining, action filled, adventure fueled, and magic enchanted.
Hidden Legacy series:
Burn
for Me – Hidden Legacy, #1
White
Hot – Hidden Legacy, #2
Wildfire
– Hidden Legacy, #3
Blurb
Nevada
Baylor can’t decide which is more frustrating — harnessing her truthseeker
abilities or dealing with Connor “Mad” Rogan and their evolving relationship.
Yes, the billionaire Prime is helping her navigate the complex magical world in
which she’s become a crucial player—and sometimes a pawn—but she also has to
deal with his ex-fiancée, whose husband has disappeared, and whose
damsel-in-distress act is wearing very, very thin.
Rogan
faces his own challenges, too, as Nevada’s magical rank has made her a
desirable match for other Primes. Controlling his immense powers is child’s
play next to controlling his conflicting emotions. And now he and Nevada are
confronted by a new threat within her own family. Can they face this together?
Or is their world about to go up in smoke?
Start the Trilogy at the beginning
I
opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
Mom
made big eyes at me and nodded toward the table. I dropped my bag on the floor
and sat.
“Drink
your tea.” Grandma Frida pushed a steaming mug toward Rynda.
Rynda
picked up and drank it, but her gaze was fixed on me. Desperation in her eyes
turned to near panic. Right.
I
closed my eyes, took a deep breath from the stomach all the way up, held it,
and let it out slowly. One . . . two . . . Calm . . . calm . . .
“Nevada?”
Grandma Frida asked.
“She’s
an empath Prime,” I said. “I’m upset, so it’s affecting her.”
Rynda
gave a short laugh, and I heard Olivia Charles in her voice. “Oh, that’s rich.”
Five
. . . six . . . Breathe in, breathe out . . . Ten. Good enough.
I
opened my eyes and looked at Rynda. I had to keep my voice and my emotions
under control. “Your mother killed an entire crew of Rogan’s soldiers and four
lawyers, including two women your age. It was an unprovoked slaughter. Their
husbands are now widowers and their children are motherless because of her.”
“A
person is never just one thing,” Rynda said, putting the mug down. “To you she
might have been a monster, but to me she was my mother. She was a wonderful
grandmother to my children. She loved them so much. My mother-in- law doesn’t
care for them. They have no grandparents now.”
“I’m
sorry for your and their loss. I regret that things went the way they did. But
it was a justified kill.” Dear God, I sounded like my mother.
“I
don’t even know how she died.” Rynda clenched her hands into a single fist.
“They only gave me back her bones. How did my mother die, Nevada?”
I
took a deep breath. “It wasn’t an easy or a quick death.”
“I
deserve to know.” There was steel in her voice. “Tell me.”
“No.
You said you needed my help. Something terrible must’ve happened. Let’s talk
about that.”
Her
hand shook, and the mug danced a little as she brought it to her lips. She took
another swallow of her tea. “My husband is missing.”
Okay.
Missing husband. Familiar territory. “When was the last time you saw . . .”
Rogan had said his name one time, what was it? “. . . Brian?”
“Three
days ago. He went to work on Thursday and didn’t come back. He doesn’t answer
his phone. Brian likes his routine. He’s always home by dinner. It’s almost
Christmas. He wouldn’t miss it.” A note of hysteria crept into her voice. “I
know what you’ll ask: does he have a mistress, did we have a good marriage,
does he disappear on drunken binges? No. No, he doesn’t. He takes care of me
and the kids. He comes home!”
She
must’ve spoken to the Houston PD. “Did you fill out a missing person report?”
“Yes.
They’re not going to look for him.” Her voice turned bitter. She was getting
more agitated by the minute. “He’s a Prime. It’s House business. Except House
Sherwood is convinced that Brian is okay and
he’s
just taking a break. Nobody is looking for him, except me. Nobody is returning
my calls. Even Rogan refuses to see me.”
That
didn’t sound right. Rogan would never turn her away, even if I pitched a huge
fit about it. I’d watched the two of them talking before. He liked her and he
cared about her. “What did Rogan say exactly?”
“I
came to him on Friday. His people told me he was out. He was out on Saturday. I
asked to wait, and they told me it was a waste of time. They didn’t know when
he would be back. I may be naive, but I’m not an idiot. I know what that means.
Two weeks ago, I had friends. I had my mother’s friends, powerful, respected,
and always so eager to do Olivia Charles a favor. Two weeks ago, one phone call
and half of the city would be out looking for Brian. They would be putting
pressure on the police, on the mayor, on the Texas Rangers. But now, everyone
is out. Everyone is too busy to see me. There is an invisible wall around me.
No matter how loud I scream, nobody can hear me. People just nod and offer
platitudes.”
“He
didn’t stonewall you,” I said. “He was out of state. With me.
She
stopped. “You’re together?”
There
was no point in lying. “Yes.”
“The
thing with my mother, it wasn’t just a job for you?”
“No.
She killed the wife of a man I consider a friend. He works here now.”
Rynda
put her hand over her mouth. Silence fell, heavy and tense.
“I
shouldn’t have come here,” she said. “I’ll get the children and go.”
“That’s
right,” Grandma Frida said.
“No,”
Mom said. I knew that voice. That was Sergeant Mom voice. Rynda knew that voice
too, because she sat up straighter. Olivia Charles was never in the military,
but three minutes of talking to her had told me that she had ruled her
household with an iron fist and had very low tolerance for nonsense.
“You’re
here now,” Mom said. “You came to us for help, because you had nowhere to turn
and because you’re scared for your husband and your children. You came to the
right place. Nevada is very good at tracking missing people. Either she’ll help
you, or she will recommend someone who will.”
Grandma
Frida turned and looked at Mom as if she had sprouted a pineapple on her head.
“Right,”
I said. I may not have personally murdered Rynda’s mother, but I made that
death possible. And now she was a pariah, alone and scared. She had lost her
mother, her husband, and all of the people she thought were her friends. I had
to help her. I had to at least get her started in the right direction.
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“Ilona
Andrews" is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife
writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former
communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon
was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never
the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English
Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about
that.) They have co-authored two New York Times and USA Today bestselling
series—the urban fantasy of Kate Daniels and the romantic urban fantasy of The
Edge—and are working on the next volumes for both. They live in Texas with
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