Warning: This book includes mature content such as: sexual content, and/or drug and/or alcohol use, and/or violence.
It’s easy to walk away from lies. Power is another thing.
MacKayla Lane would do anything to save the home she loves. A gifted sidhe-seer, she’s already fought and defeated the deadly Sinsar Dubh—an ancient book of terrible evil—yet its hold on her has never been stronger.
When the wall that protected humans from the seductive, insatiable Fae was destroyed on Halloween, long-imprisoned immortals ravaged the planet. Now Dublin is a war zone with factions battling for control. As the city heats up and the ice left by the Hoar Frost King melts, tempers flare, passions run red-hot, and dangerous lines get crossed. Seelie and Unseelie vie for power against nine ancient immortals who have governed Dublin for millennia; a rival band of sidhe-seers invades the city, determined to claim it for their own; Mac’s former protégé and best friend, Dani “Mega” O’Malley, is now her fierce enemy; and even more urgent, Highland druid Christian MacKeltar has been captured by the Crimson Hag and is being driven deeper into Unseelie madness with each passing day. The only one Mac can depend on is the powerful, dangerous immortal Jericho Barrons, but even their fiery bond is tested by betrayal.
It’s a world where staying alive is a constant struggle, the line between good and evil gets blurred, and every alliance comes at a price. In an epic battle against dark forces, Mac must decide who she can trust, and what her survival is ultimately worth
Hot, suspenseful, filled with surprises, and all my favorite Fever characters, Burned was an amazing read, with twists and turns I didn’t see coming.
My Burned review:
Burned started out with a very hot scene between Barrons and Mac, one that Mac could not even remember because of reasons… The in continued by breaking my heart in a thousand tiny pieces, and it stayed that way for a while, even if I loved seeing Mac, Barrons and the others.
The chapters were written in different points of views, and I found it very interesting how different the voices of the various characters came across in Burned. It was very easy to know whose chapter it was, even if it hadn’t been noted at the start. There are more enemies to contend with, not only the faerie princes, there are bigger and possible badder creatures out there, hiding in Dublin’s dark streets, just waiting for a chance to pounce.
As always, the writing in Burned is well done, written in past tense for some characters and present tense for others, plus with the different points of views, I felt like I got to know the characters even better, and we even got some chapters from the Unseelie King’s perspective. I loved the way he thought about different things humans do and don’t do – and the way he looked at himself as a god. It also made it easier to understand his complete detachment, and why he acted the way he did in so many situations.
There is someone new in town as well, and it took me a long time to understand what was going on with this female character in Burned, what she wanted, and why she suddenly showed up and made her own army of fae-seers to fight back. Mac was having a lot of trouble with housing the Sinsar Dubh, as that book is getting more blood-thirsty by the minute. It takes all of Mac’s self-control not to let it take over, especially when she finds herself in extreme danger.
Burned is also filled with the snark I’ve come to love, some very hot and sexy scenes, and of course a lot of intrigue and complex plot-lines. I was trying to read as slowly as possible, both to savour the story, and to make it last longer, but I still kind of breezed through it.
Some of my favorite Burned quotes:
Fuck, I think. Just that. A multitude of various fucks all in one great big clusterfuck. As in: I am fucked if I want this… this… newborn imbecile. And she is so fucked if I take her. And fuck if I’m going to walk away.
I wake up every day with a single imperative: live. By any means necessary. The only way Death will ever get his slimy bastard hands on me is over my dead body.
I imagine the parade we make: pretty blonde with the scary eyes followed by big, dark, tattooed man with the really scary eyes, trailed by a hundred eerily gliding, cobweb-dusted, black-cloaked, stinking wraiths.
I snort. I just thought of Jericho Barrons as my “boyfriend”. I doubt that cataclysm was ever a boy and he certainly can’t be called friendly.
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