Synopsis:
The lost memories of a thief...
The first twelve years of Alina's life are a black void. An accomplished thief, she uses her cloaking ability to pick pockets as well as stage elaborate heists. Digging deeper into her past sets off a chain of events that puts her, and the family she has just discovered, in the sights of their worst enemy.
...and the scarred heart of a guardian...
In secret, Lash Watcher Caine plots vengeance for the destruction of everything he loved. Branded by loss, he longs to find his one true mate, knowing that only with her will his heart fully heal. When his brief meeting with Alina is interrupted by her elaborate evade-and-escape plan, he knows there is more to her than meets his watchful eyes. But nothing can prepare him for the lethal power of her mind.
...collide at the fault line of destiny.
A brilliant villain with a vicious and loyal army behind her can only be stopped by one force: the combined power of four women who command the elements. Alina, with her newly-discovered affinity to the earth, becomes the linchpin to halting the desecration of their world. Thrown into a battle plan and a new family, she finds joy in in the quiet strength of Caine's arms. But when the secrets to her past are revealed, she learns a terrible price has been paid in advance. The very magic that allowed her to live to fulfill a prophecy will forever deny her heart's deepest wish.
The first twelve years of Alina's life are a black void. An accomplished thief, she uses her cloaking ability to pick pockets as well as stage elaborate heists. Digging deeper into her past sets off a chain of events that puts her, and the family she has just discovered, in the sights of their worst enemy.
...and the scarred heart of a guardian...
In secret, Lash Watcher Caine plots vengeance for the destruction of everything he loved. Branded by loss, he longs to find his one true mate, knowing that only with her will his heart fully heal. When his brief meeting with Alina is interrupted by her elaborate evade-and-escape plan, he knows there is more to her than meets his watchful eyes. But nothing can prepare him for the lethal power of her mind.
...collide at the fault line of destiny.
A brilliant villain with a vicious and loyal army behind her can only be stopped by one force: the combined power of four women who command the elements. Alina, with her newly-discovered affinity to the earth, becomes the linchpin to halting the desecration of their world. Thrown into a battle plan and a new family, she finds joy in in the quiet strength of Caine's arms. But when the secrets to her past are revealed, she learns a terrible price has been paid in advance. The very magic that allowed her to live to fulfill a prophecy will forever deny her heart's deepest wish.
Excerpt:
Jars and baskets of fruits and vegetables sat on neat wooden shelves. Nuts, breads, pastries, and spices arranged on movable wire racks made her mouth water. Alina’s stomach growled loudly.
Grabbing a loaf of bread, she turned to go back into the kitchen to make a sandwich—and ran straight into a wall of muscle.
Caine.
She sucked in a breath. “You’re back!” She clutched her bread and fought the urge to throw her arms around him.
“And you…” He took a half step closer. “Were in my room.”
Shit. How did he know? She’d locked up after herself. She hadn’t moved anything…wait, the gray T-shirt. Had he noticed it was missing? She did her best to feign confusion and pasted a you-must-be-confused look on her face. At least, she hoped that’s how she looked. “Your room?”
He nodded, dark eyes unreadable.
Was he angry? A delicious mix of soap and woods and man wafted from his skin, lulling her and ramping her up at the same time. He stood so close she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. She backed up. “I don’t kn—”
“I don’t mind.” One brawny arm braced above her head, and she realized he’d backed her up against the shelves. Wall or shelves—it didn’t matter, he had her caged between him and a hard place. Again.
“You don’t?” Her voice came out as a whisper-squeak.
“No.” He leaned down, lips almost touching her ear. “I may have liked it.”
Tingles shot across her skin and she resisted the need to turn and meet those sinful lips. “W-what do you mean, may have?”
“Depends on why you were there.” He took the bread out of her hand and set it on the shelf by her hip. “So how about fessing up?”
She swallowed hard. She’d have to let him win this one. And she’d have to be sneakier next time. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” His deep voice rumbled straight through her.
“Yes.”
“Then I definitely liked it.”
She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. “How’d you know?” A thief always strove to hide her tracks.
“Your scent.” He straightened.
Her shoulders sagged. “Damn it. You guys have way better noses than me. I wasn’t even there very long.”
“It was long enough. Your scent was on my door. Inside and outside.” One hand skimmed her hip, tracing a slow pattern up her waist.
She froze as her entire body forgot everything except his touch.
“And in my closet.” His other hand cupped her nape. “On my weapons safe.”
She met his eyes, unable to put up a façade. Every line of defense fell with each caress of his strong hands.
“And in. My. Bed.” With each word, his hands tightened a fraction more.
She gulped a breath, dizzy from his nearness and damn near incoherent from the raw masculinity pouring off him.
He leaned down again, on her other side this time, lips skating over the shell of her ear. “You know what time of year it is.”
No, she didn’t know her own name right now. “Um, December?”
“You in my bed, at our fertile time…some would take that as a blatant invitation.”
Oh god, that’s not what she had intended. But his words sparked an ache deep in her body. Her breath came in short bursts. “I…”
“Is it?” The hand at her waist slid up her ribs, stopping beneath her breast.
Her stomach clenched at his touch. She couldn’t think. “Is it what?”
“An invitation.” The word was growled, as if he held on to his control by a thread.
No. Yes. I don’t know. She knew she had only seconds before he took her hesitation as a rejection, and he would put distance between them. But she couldn’t form a sentence to save her life. So she did the one thing her body screamed for, and turned to press her lips to his.
It was like dropping a match onto bone-dry kindling, igniting a need so urgent it stole her breath. Like the past two days had been two years, both of them lost in a desert. Alone and apart. He yanked her flush against him so swiftly she gasped, and he took advantage of her parted lips. Thrusting his talented tongue inside her mouth, he kissed her with devastating possession, and all she could do was hang on.
Grabbing a loaf of bread, she turned to go back into the kitchen to make a sandwich—and ran straight into a wall of muscle.
Caine.
She sucked in a breath. “You’re back!” She clutched her bread and fought the urge to throw her arms around him.
“And you…” He took a half step closer. “Were in my room.”
Shit. How did he know? She’d locked up after herself. She hadn’t moved anything…wait, the gray T-shirt. Had he noticed it was missing? She did her best to feign confusion and pasted a you-must-be-confused look on her face. At least, she hoped that’s how she looked. “Your room?”
He nodded, dark eyes unreadable.
Was he angry? A delicious mix of soap and woods and man wafted from his skin, lulling her and ramping her up at the same time. He stood so close she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. She backed up. “I don’t kn—”
“I don’t mind.” One brawny arm braced above her head, and she realized he’d backed her up against the shelves. Wall or shelves—it didn’t matter, he had her caged between him and a hard place. Again.
“You don’t?” Her voice came out as a whisper-squeak.
“No.” He leaned down, lips almost touching her ear. “I may have liked it.”
Tingles shot across her skin and she resisted the need to turn and meet those sinful lips. “W-what do you mean, may have?”
“Depends on why you were there.” He took the bread out of her hand and set it on the shelf by her hip. “So how about fessing up?”
She swallowed hard. She’d have to let him win this one. And she’d have to be sneakier next time. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” His deep voice rumbled straight through her.
“Yes.”
“Then I definitely liked it.”
She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. “How’d you know?” A thief always strove to hide her tracks.
“Your scent.” He straightened.
Her shoulders sagged. “Damn it. You guys have way better noses than me. I wasn’t even there very long.”
“It was long enough. Your scent was on my door. Inside and outside.” One hand skimmed her hip, tracing a slow pattern up her waist.
She froze as her entire body forgot everything except his touch.
“And in my closet.” His other hand cupped her nape. “On my weapons safe.”
She met his eyes, unable to put up a façade. Every line of defense fell with each caress of his strong hands.
“And in. My. Bed.” With each word, his hands tightened a fraction more.
She gulped a breath, dizzy from his nearness and damn near incoherent from the raw masculinity pouring off him.
He leaned down again, on her other side this time, lips skating over the shell of her ear. “You know what time of year it is.”
No, she didn’t know her own name right now. “Um, December?”
“You in my bed, at our fertile time…some would take that as a blatant invitation.”
Oh god, that’s not what she had intended. But his words sparked an ache deep in her body. Her breath came in short bursts. “I…”
“Is it?” The hand at her waist slid up her ribs, stopping beneath her breast.
Her stomach clenched at his touch. She couldn’t think. “Is it what?”
“An invitation.” The word was growled, as if he held on to his control by a thread.
No. Yes. I don’t know. She knew she had only seconds before he took her hesitation as a rejection, and he would put distance between them. But she couldn’t form a sentence to save her life. So she did the one thing her body screamed for, and turned to press her lips to his.
It was like dropping a match onto bone-dry kindling, igniting a need so urgent it stole her breath. Like the past two days had been two years, both of them lost in a desert. Alone and apart. He yanked her flush against him so swiftly she gasped, and he took advantage of her parted lips. Thrusting his talented tongue inside her mouth, he kissed her with devastating possession, and all she could do was hang on.
Review:
We are at the final showdown on the series and it was ultimate. The sisters deal with things in their own way but what I love about them is the fact that they are girls and act as such. They know how to push buttons and get what they want.
Alina and Caine are different than the others. Alina has learned how to take care of herself by being a theif but she doesn't really know what she is capable of. When she originally meets Caine, it wasn't under the circumstances that she would have liked but the feelings were there and it was different from what she had felt before.
Caine was an alpha demon who had things in the past that made him want to family with the white picket fence but he had one goal that was stopping him from getting there, until he met Alina.
When the sisters finally meet, they are in for more than what they could possibly imagine. Alina's father plays a more vital role than they all could imagine and Alina's life is more fragile than anyone could imagine. Will her role be more vital than anyone knows? Will she get the white picket fence?
Sharon has once again given us a fabulous story and the battle couldn't have been better for the sisters to reunite. All of the story lines given were wonderful finding the powers and using them to defeat the crazy demons but this story was different. It just not the demons that need to be defeated but the one thing that each of the girls treasure so much. The lash demons are there to protect them with everything they have and I love each of them. I anxious for the next story to continue so we get to know the demons better!!
Pick up books 1, 2 and 3
Born
with the ability to command the wind, Nicole Bonham dispenses her own
brand of vigilante justice in Chicago’s worst neighborhoods. Stealth and
surprise are always on her side.
Lash
demon Gunnar prowls Earth and several supernatural realms to help
maintain peace among the immortal species. His chance encounter with
Nicole creates a hurricane of sparks between them, and he won’t rest
until she is his.
They
race to solve a series of supernatural attacks in the city. Nicole’s
true identity brings the attention of the crazed demon behind them, even
as her passion for Gunnar binds them together, body and soul.
Nicole
has become the one thing Gunnar can’t live without. Yet facing their
worst enemy may destroy her. Gunnar must put aside past tragedy and
trust that through her ability and their bond, she has brought myth to
life.
Making
daggers out of raindrops is only the tip of the iceberg for Brooke
Bonham. As one of four women who can control the elements, her ability
to manipulate water packs a deluge of potential. Eager to learn more,
she’s frustrated at the precautions she must take to avoid the wrong
kind of attention on Earth.
Kai's
duties as a Lash demon have kept him busy on Earth for nearly two
hundred years. Fighting? He was born to do it. Females? They're drawn to
him. And Earth? The perfect place for him to avoid supernatural bounty
hunters.
Though
the two of them mix like oil and water, Kai senses that beneath
Brooke’s frosty exterior hides a vortex of simmering passion. He’s
determined to thaw his ice princess.
Forced
to work together in the immortal realm, they track a rogue Lash demon
at the helm of a widespread kidnapping operation. All too soon, Kai’s
dark past catches up to them. Time runs out as a second enemy, bent on
revenge, vows to stop at nothing short of Brooke’s enslavement and Kai’s
death. As they and their foes stalk each other in a demonic game of
cat-and-mouse, will her evolving skills and their fledgling bond be
enough to save them?
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Gin
Bonham lives with a dark secret. Born with an ability she never wanted,
she builds her life around science and logic, running from the terror
she is capable of causing. When sexy stranger Mathias spots her on a
dance floor and cuts in, he leads Gin in a sensual rhythm that continues
long after the music stops. But Mathias hides the fact that he knows
exactly what she can do: in the deepest recesses of her mind lurks the
power to manipulate fire. Destiny is coming for her and it doesn’t care
if she’s ready or not.
Mathias
possesses tracking and espionage skills so extraordinary that his
fellow Lash demons call him The Hunter. Pursue and interrogate. He never
fails. When he is tasked with coaxing Gin to work with the Lash demons
against a common enemy, he relishes the challenge. But meeting her
awakens a new, primal drive that pulls him toward her even as his
tactics break her heart.
Failing
to win Gin’s cooperation is not an option. But she is determined to
flee, putting thousands of miles between her and any other supernatural
creatures, including Mathias. Can she cool the charred embers of her
emotions enough to forgive Mathias and embrace what she was meant to
become? Or will her ability explode into something more than she can
control?
Sharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can
never get enough reading time. She loves paranormal romance, with romantic
suspense following close on its heels. She loves winter and black coffee, and is
endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to
capture their hearts.
Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband
and son, and didn’t expect to write one book, let alone a series. But WICKED WIND and the Solsti series formed
in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to
paper. Her characters tend to keep her
up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of
power-hungry demons.
She loves to hear from readers! You can find her at:
Sharonkay.novels@gmail.com
Twitter: @sharonkaynovels
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