on 30 May 2017
Nevada Baylor has a unique and secret skill—she knows when people are lying—and she's used that magic (along with plain, hard work) to keep her colorful and close-knit family's detective agency afloat. But her new case pits her against the shadowy forces that almost destroyed the city of Houston once before, bringing Nevada back into contact with Connor "Mad" Rogan.
Rogan is a billionaire Prime—the highest rank of magic user—and as unreadable as ever, despite Nevada’s “talent.” But there’s no hiding the sparks between them. Now that the stakes are even higher, both professionally and personally, and their foes are unimaginably powerful, Rogan and Nevada will find that nothing burns like ice …
White Hot brought some more explanations about the Hidden Legacy universe, and I got to know Nevada, Rogan, and the other characters better. The pace is fast, and there is so much going on. I’m in a magic-induced nirvana right now.
I don’t know how the Andrews do it, but White Hot was actually even better than Burn for Me! The character development was awesome, and so was the overall storyline, with parts continuing from the last books, and many new happenings as well. The political intrigue was still going on, and the magic used to undermine the different houses was amazing.
Not going to say too much about White Hot, as I don’t want to spoil anything – just know that the writing was awesome. Third person, past tense and plenty of dialogues that are both cheeky and deep, I just can’t get enough of this world! The complicated family relationships, as well as the way Nevada learns more about herself in small increments just made the excitement even better.
The third book, Wildfire, releases next week, so you have a few days to catch up before then. And I can tell you already, White Hot is great, but Wildfire is somehow even better.
Rogan swore quietly.
I glanced at him. Our stares connected.
Wow. His eyes turned a deep, bottomless blue and they were filled with need. It got away from him and now he was thinking of me naked. A woman would have to be dead not to respond to that, and I wasn’t dead. Not even a little bit.
“Have dinner with me,” I asked. “At my house. You can help me explain to my mother and my grandmother what happened to my work vehicle.”
A hint of a grin touched his lips. His eyes lit up.
“Do you think your mother might try to shoot me?”
“Then absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it.”
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