Dangerously Dark
The Dreamcaster
Series, #3
by C.J. Burright
Date of
Publication: November 13th 2017
Cover
Artist: Fiona Jayde
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Some call him Purgatory’s Missing Prince. Demon Master. Overlord
of Shadows. Only one woman may call him hers.
The
Book Junkie Reads . . .DANGEROUSLY DARK
(The Dreamcaster Series, #3) . . . The Dreamcasters are back
and this time we get Quinn and Zaire. Zaire had now run out of time. Before he was
forever gone he wanted to do one things. Save the life of his nephew and maybe
just maybe see the one female that could have save him. He was at his last and
then the dream came true. Quinn. The dream that he had for so many long gone
years. The darkness, danger, desire carries on the series direction. There was
action, drama, dreams, mystery. There’s
beauty in the darkness for both Zaire and Quinn. It just maybe the nightmares
that save Quinn’s sanity.
Quinn was on seclusion from all
that life had thrown her way. She never expected her nightmares to follow her. Quinn
may or may not bet the answer to all that Zaire had struggled with. She was
however the dream he had and was now getting the opportunity to see once again.
Zaire was no hero, but he wanted to save the child. To do so he would need to learn
to work with Quinn. Together they both learn to trust, heal, love, survive.
Because there were more than just nightmares that went bump in the night.
C.J. Burright has done a great
job with this latest addition to the
Dreamcaster series. The darkness, danger, dreams, desire that rose
throughout the read was worth the wait for it to be released.
The Dreamcaster series:
Wonderfully Wicked – The Dreamcaster Series, #1
Beautifully Burned – The Dreamcaster Series, #2
Dangerously Dark – The Dreamcaster Series, #3
BLURB
A master of dreams, a failure at
life…
After another botched career
attempt, Quinn Carmichael escapes to a remote lodge for a weekend recharge,
needing respite…especially from the nightmares that haunt even her days. When a
wounded, sexy-as-sin stranger faceplants unconscious on her kitchen floor,
there’s something disturbingly familiar about him—as in he’s the boy from her
childhood dreams. Mr. Dark, Dangerous, and Diabolical may be the key to
unlocking the mysteries of her past and future, and Quinn isn’t about to let
the opportunity—or him—escape without a fight.
His time is running out…
Known as Purgatory’s Missing
Prince, Zaire’s existence has been one of endless pain, torture, and loss.
Resigned to his fate, his final goal is simple—rescue his nephew before
succumbing to the deadly darkness inside him. But when a fateful misstep brings
him face-to-face with the one woman who could have saved him once upon a
dream—the one woman he treasures above all else—he battles to keep his distance
before he destroys her, too. But he would gladly sell his soul for just one
taste.
Love draws them together, destiny
will tear them apart
With ruthless enemies closing in,
Quinn and Zaire must fight to save each other and those they care for before
it’s too late—even if it means they’re doomed to live apart forever.
Buy Links:
Excerpt
Quinn
tossed the note on the coffee table and wrapped one hand around the warm
ceramic mug, absently petting Wolfgang with the other. Dusk took over beyond
the wall of windows, made darker by the blizzard. Falling snow hid the skirting
tree line. Wind howled at the house corners and turned treetops into jerking
puppets. The perfect meltdown location. No phones, no people, no problem.
The lamp
flickered and died, leaving her with only the dancing firelight, not that she
minded. The power had lasted longer than she expected. Stoked fire, hot cider,
and now she had a great excuse to procrastinate reading unhelpful flyers. She
sipped her drink and wriggled back on the couch.
Wolfgang
launched off her lap, kicking papers everywhere and sloshing her drink.
“Bad cat!”
He
scurried into the kitchen, out of sight. A distinct thud followed, which meant
Wolfgang was up to no good.
“I
should’ve sent you off to the Nameless One.” Quinn shoved the remaining flyers
aside and nabbed the flashlight from the end table. “You’d make an amazing hat,
and there’d be enough fur left to make a stole, the perfect ensemble to
compliment her plastic face.”
She
flicked on the flashlight and shuffled into the kitchen, ignoring how the light
made all the shadows twist and scuttle on the walls and ceiling. Broken bones
might bother her, but the dark never had.
Wolfgang
expectantly stood at the back door. He meowed, high and plaintive. Nothing
looked out of place. Whatever had made the thud wasn’t in the kitchen. Maybe
the wind had blown a loose branch against the house.
“What,
you’re a snow leopard now? There’s no fancy feline feast waiting out there for
you.”
Wolfgang
rubbed his cheek against the doorframe, circled, and meowed again.
Thud. The
entire door shook.
Quinn
jumped. That was no branch. All the horror movies she loved to watch and
ridicule flashed to mind, a lot less funny now. Alone in the woods. Killer
storm. No electricity. No connection to the outside world.
Wolfgang’s
purr rumbled, and he slid his face over the jamb again. The noise hadn’t
spooked him even a little, and animals always sensed evil. Wolfgang had had no
problem detecting it in Molly.
She
squared her shoulders. No one would be roaming around in a blizzard. An animal
had probably knocked the trashcan into the door, and a quick look would ease
any worry. At the first glimpse of fur or fang—or red, glowing eyes—she’d go
for the door slam.
Pushing
Wolfgang back with one foot, she cracked open the door. Wind exploded in,
ripping the doorknob from her grip and firing snow and ice into her eyes. The
door banged into the wall, and the storm’s full force rushed inside. Quinn
scrambled for the knob and stopped, frozen by more than the sudden blast of
cold.
A man
filled the entryway from threshold to frame, dark as the nightfall behind him.
Steam drifted from his bare head. Frost coated his short, sable hair, and even
in the flashlight beam, his complexion held an unhealthy blue-gray hue. One
hand was anchored to the doorpost in a white-knuckled grip. The other
brandished a wicked as sin knife.
She shone
the light on his face, and her stomach roller-coastered. Her demon. The one
who’d haunted her nightmares years ago and then abruptly bailed, never to
return. No matter what face he wore, his death-black, abysmal eyes were
unforgettable.
Or were
her delusions returning with a vengeance?
“Get out
of my way.” His chest heaved, and he lurched forward, the knife pointed at her.
His guttural words erased any suspicion that he might be another hallucination.
He was too present, too solid to be anything but real.
Merde. He
was real.
Buy Links:
Author Info
C.J Burright is a native
Oregonian and refuses to leave. A member of Romance Writers of America and the
Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal special interest chapter, while she has
worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers
(for now) and instead invades the world of urban fantasy, paranormal romance,
or fantasy. C.J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes a
story isn’t complete without at least one fight scene. Her meager spare time is
spent working out, refueling with mochas, gardening, gorging on Assassin’s
Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners…always with music. She shares life
with her husband, daughter, and a devoted cat herd.
Author Links:
Hosted by
Presented by
No comments:
Post a Comment