Storm Crossed
Grim Series, #4
by Dani Harper
Release Date: January 9th 2018
Publisher: Montlake Romance
The latest stand-alone novel in Dani Harper’s Grim Series will delight old and new fans alike, transporting them to the ancient fae realm beneath the modern human world, where magic rules and menace abounds . . .
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . STORM
CROSSED (Grim Series, #4) . . . I
have to say from the start, this series has been one adventurous ride with
highs and lows, twist and turns, and most of all intriguing romances between
unlikely pairs. This fourth installments have proved to be the best one of them
all, at least for me. I love PNR/Urban Fantasy. I find release and freedom with
each new world that I find and can have spectacular journey through.
Trahern finds that as the heir to a noble house he
had great responsibilities. He also finds that his bond with his brother (twin)
leads him in a different direction. Finding his brother now a grim, he takes
part in the hunt. During this hunt he comes face-to-face with something he
never thought would be part of his life. Fae and human contact was not forbidden
but the depths of what Trahern was traveling was way more than he should have
committed to.
Lissy had her moments of pure foolery. She took too
many chances. She was the sole caregiver for her son (Fox). She needed to take
a step or two back at times and evaluate what she was doing, but at the same
time she was a mother that would do whatever it took for her child. Fox was
just too adorable. He was capable of far more than he was given credit for.
Ranyon follows through the books and I find that I
like him more with each passing book. He was one of those supposed background creatures
that makes you fall in love. The romance was there but it took time. The
bonding was subtle but strong. The development of the story gave me much to
vision. I look forward to the new additions to this series. I have a series here
that can be read over and over again. I loved that the stories have a cohesion
but are not the same copy of each other.
Drawback was that Lissy seemed to be off in some
places like she may have been on just another level of consciences or just
confused. I felt I could have used a bit more of Braith, but who’s to say that
I wont see more of him in the future.
Grim
series:
Storm Warrior – Grim,
#1
Storm Bound – Grim,
#2
Storm Warned – Grim,
#3
Storm Crossed – Grim,
#4
BLURB
Heir to a noble fae house, Trahern is forced to watch helplessly as his twin brother is cruelly changed into a grim—a death dog—as punishment for falling in love with the wrong person. Trahern doesn’t believe love exists, but he will do anything to keep his brother alive—even join the Wild Hunt and ride the night skies of the human world.
Lissy Santiago-Callahan believes in love but has no time for it. She’s busy juggling her career as an academic and her home life as a single mom to a young son with Asperger’s. Her hectic life in sleepy Eastern Washington is made even more chaotic with the sudden arrival of a demanding fae and his unusual “dog.”
Mortal and immortal have nothing in common, and the attraction between Lissy and Trahern surprises them both. But when their desire places Lissy and her child in the path of a deadly faery feud, will the connection last, or will their separate worlds prove too great a divide?
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Excerpt
He shook his head and wished he hadn’t as a trickle of fresh blood
escaped his wound. The rock that surrounded them was the same that formed the
palace foundations, rendering ineffective any spell that could whisk them away.
“Hold!” an imperious voice shouted, and the warths left off their
attack, reluctantly crouching in place. Trahern narrowed his eyes, straining to
focus—and saw a large band of mounted soldiers in ragtag armor. Gray skin was
visible behind their strange helms, and their eyes shone green. He didn’t
recognize them at all, but his sorcerer’s sight could not mistake the crimson
aura that surrounded their swords and spears. Iron weapons. Very few in the
Nine Realms could approach such things, and the cut of an iron blade was a slow
but sure poison to any Tylwyth Teg. Faint and dizzy, he held on to Braith with
one hand to steady himself and pressed himself harder against the rock to
bolster his remaining power. Last, he eased off his boots. The ground was cool
beneath his bare feet, and he drew in energy like drawing fresh breath, pulling
it up from the very bedrock, renewing him, aiding him for one last—
A deep shadow abruptly fell across the forest, and thunder rolled
from a formerly clear sky. The soldiers glanced around uneasily as their horses
twitched and danced beneath them. The warths slunk silently away, and Trahern
felt the hair on his head prickle and rise. Braith, get down!
The entire world erupted into white light and noise beyond hearing
as a bolt of lightning crashed to earth before him.
Trahern wasn’t certain if he had lost consciousness or not, but it
was an abysmally long time before he could see and hear again. Braith was on
top of him, apparently trying to shield him. Move, he said in his mind.
Are you well?
I would be better if I could breathe. Move!
The great dog slid his bulk from Trahern’s chest, and he rolled
over with a grunt, gratefully filling his lungs. His vision blurred and
cleared, blurred and cleared, but he could make out that only a handful of the
mercenaries remained, and most looked like they wanted to leave. He had to give
the leader credit for nerve—but the man no longer looked at him at all.
“In the name of Eirianwen of the House of Oak, we have come to
arrest the fugitive Trahern,” the man shouted.
“Her name means nothing here.” The new voice came from high above,
and Trahern struggled to see. A burly stallion, as glossy and black as
obsidian, stood upon the rocky outcrop behind him, and its tall rider was
dressed in dark leathers. His hair was as black as his mount, falling to his
waist in hundreds of braids and stirred by an unseen wind. Save for the
dangerous glitter in his jet-colored eyes and the glow of the light whip
resting on his thigh, it was like staring at Death itself.
“He—he is a traitor, My Lord, sir. We have a right—”
“As trespassers in the Nine Realms, you have no rights.” The great
horse stepped down from the steep rocky outcropping as easily as if walking
across a meadow. The mercenary captain paled visibly as Lurien, Lord of the
Wild Hunt, placed himself squarely between the soldiers and their intended
quarry. “Our laws state that betrayers and traitors are the rightful prey of
the Wild Hunt,” said Lurien, then leaned forward in the saddle, his next words
measured and menacing. “If he lives, he is mine. If he dies, he is also mine.
Stay if you wish to join him.”
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Author Info
Legend, lore, love, and magic. These are the hallmarks of Dani Harper’s transformational tales of faeries, shapeshifters, ghosts, and more, for a mature audience.
A former newspaper editor, Dani’s passion for all things supernatural led her to a second career writing fiction. There isn't anything she likes better than exploring myths and legends from many cultures, which serve to inspire her sizzling and suspenseful stories.
A longtime resident of the Canadian north and southeastern Alaska, she now lives in rural Washington with her retired mountain-man husband. Together they do battle with runaway garden gnomes, rampant fruit trees, and a roving herd of predatory chickens.
Dani Harper is the author of Storm Crossed, Storm Warned, Storm Bound, Storm Warrior (the Grim Series), as well as First Bite (Dark Wolf), for Montlake Romance. She is also the author of a Yuletide ghost story, The Holiday Spirit, plus a popular shapeshifter series, which includes Changeling Moon, Changeling Dream, and Changeling Dawn.
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