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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date October 11, 2022
Skye isnât just an island. Itâs a home. A refuge. But not to Elodie MacLean. Not anymore. Tragedy tore her world apart and then took the one thing she felt made her whole. She vowed sheâd never return, but thatâs exactly where she ends up. Now, surrounded by the ghosts of her past, Elodie must navigate her version of Hell and try to make peace with herself and her family. But someone or something doesnât want her on Skye, and she finds herself attackedâand this time not by her personal demons.
Scott Ryan has a mission: uncover who has been killing Druids and why. When his quest takes him to the beautiful Isle of Skye, he doesnât think anything could captivate him more than the land itselfâuntil he lays eyes on the breathtaking and confident beauty his leader sent him to find. However, itâs clear that she has trust issues, and he canât reveal his plansâat least, not yet. But heâs always been sure of his ability to sway a person, and sheâs a challenge he’s more than happy to accept, especially when he finds he will do anything to protect her.
With so much history and so many secrets, victory is anything but guaranteed for the couple and their allies. And the forces at work, those who wish to rule the Scottish isle and all those who reside there, have a plan that nobody will see coming.
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REVIEW:: IRON EMBER is the first instalment in Donna Grantâs contemporary, adult SKYE DRUIDS paranormal/fantasy romance series-a spin off from the authorâs REAPER series which in turn is a spin off from the authorâs many interconnected series and stories. This is Druids Elodie MacLean and Druid Scott Ryanâs story line. IRON EMBER should not be read as a stand alone- I recommend reading DARK ALPHAâS COMMAND (Reaper 15) for back story and cohesion as many of the events of the current story line are as of a direct result of the events in Dark Alphaâs Command. Several characters from the other series including Reaper Balladyn and Druid Rhona (Dark Alphaâs Command) and some of the original Dark Warriors / Dark Sword characters appear as secondary and supporting characters.
SOME BACKGROUND: Months earlier, betrayal and vengeance forced a take-over of power on the Isle of Skye but someone or something is killing the Druids, not only on the Isle of Skye, but around the world including Edinburgh Scotland. With the focus on the death of the Druids on the Isle of Skye, Balladyn and Rhona begin an investigation that reveals a danger targeting the Druids and the MacLean family, in particular.
Told from third person perspective IRON EMBER follows Elodie MacLeanâs return to the Isle of Skye. Fifteen years earlier Elodieâs life spiralled out of control, and our heroine found herself acting out and misbehaving in a manner that labelled her persona non grata on the Isle of Skye. Having lived in Edinburgh for a number of years, her return to the Isle of Skye to face the demons from her past finds Elodie coming face to face with her future in the guise of Druid Scott Ryan but Scott has a secret, a secret that may push Elodie out of his life, a life that may no longer be under his control. Estranged from her family, Elodie struggles in the wake the loss of her magic, and the memory of what may or may not have happened. As the attacks against Elodie, and the Druids on the Isle of Skye increase, the past resurfaces revealing the truth about what happened and why. What ensues is the building romance and relationship between Scott and Elodie, and the potential fall-out as Scottâs lies of omission threaten our heroine, and a predator demanding revenge focuses their energy of the Isle of Skye.
The relationship between Scott and Elodie begins when Scott, and his best friend Filip offer to help with repairs on Elodie MacLeanâs family cottage. Remaining empty for close to fifteen years, the cottage is in disarray, having fallen behind in upkeep and love. As Scott and Elodieâs attraction to one another turns into something more, Elodie finds herself facing secrets, lies and betrayal at the hands of the man with whom she is falling in love, and the family with whom she is no longer close. The $ex scenes are limited but intimate and seductive without the use of over the top, sexually graphic language and text.
There is a large ensemble cast of secondary and supporting characters many of whom cross over from the authorâs numerous interconnected series including warriors, Druids, Reapers and Dragons. We are introduced to Scottâs friend Filip, their âmentor and leaderâ Georgiana, as well as Elodieâs siblings Edie and Elias.
IRON EMBER is a detailed and complex story that continues to build upon the events of Dark Alphaâs Command. Balladynâs mate Rhona is the new leader of the Druids on the Isle of Skye, having won by default in the face of deception and betrayal by the former people in charge. The premise is intriguing and entertaining; the romance is passionate and captivating; the characters are energetic and charismatic.
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Reviewed by Sandy
Chapter OneShe was back.
It was the last place she wanted to be but the only place she had to run to.
Elodie threw open the curtains. Dust danced in the air, the sunlight catching it. She stared out the dirty window to the sea beyond. Skye. The home sheâd proclaimed she would never leave because she loved it so fiercely.
It was also the place she had sworn to never return to.
And yet, here she was.
âBloody hell,â she murmured as she turned her back to the window and looked over what remained of the furniture from her parentsâ cottage.
Her gaze slid to the hearth where echoes of childrenâs laughter clung to the stones. Her mother had made the best hot cocoa. After playing for hours outside in the winter, Elodie, her elder sister, Edie, and her brother, Elias, would sit before the fire with steaming cups of cocoa and her grandmotherâs strawberry scones.
Elodie squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to hold onto the lighthearted memories, but the other ones were always on their heelsâthe ones that had altered all their lives, throwing them into chaos.
She blew out a breath and focused on the clutter and mess before her. The dust was so thick that she knew she would end up with respiratory problems for days if she didnât take precautions. And it wasnât as if she could use magic to prevent it.
Returning to Skye was like walking through one of Danteâs nine circles of Hell. Elodie didnât know how she would survive being back on the island. If only sheâd had somewhere else to go. Anywhere else. If she still believed, she would think Skye had interfered and brought her back.
âIf thatâs the case, then my magic wouldnât be gone, now would it?â
It was hard not to be bitter and angry about her life. She owned her decisions, but she had been on a different path. Then, everything had imploded with the force of a nuclear explosion.
When she looked around after, everyone just went about their lives as if her family hadnât been rocked to its core. As if she and her siblings hadnât had their blinders ripped off with such force that itâd changed all three of them in one heartbeatâtheir innocence gone in the blink of an eye.
Corann had tried to help, but the old Druid hadnât been able to reach any of them. And Elias had left. Elodie still hadnât forgiven him for leaving her and Edie to navigate the churning waters of their society. Elodie might have been the youngest, but she was the one whoâd ended up taking care of Edie. Her sister had the kind, gentle spirit of their mother. Elodie had lashed out and turned to drinking and drugs, but Edie had gone into herself.
Elodie walked through the main area of the cottage and past the kitchen to the hallway. Pictures of their family still hung on the walls. Snapshots of a happy life that had hidden the rot beneath. She stopped at one where Edie smiled brightly with a cake and lit candles before her. Maybe Elodie hadnât been the one to take care of Edie. They had leaned on each other, clinging to one another and struggling to keep their heads above water. It was only because of her sister that Elodie hadnât sunk too deeply into the hard life. Sheâd known she had to be there for Edie. And in the end, theyâd kept each other afloat.
Until Elodie hadnât been able to stay another minute on Skye.
Fifteen years. It seemed like a lifetime, but it was much too soon to be back. Nothing would keep her on Skye longer than necessary this time. Not her sister. Nothing. Skye had annihilated her family. It had destroyed her. How Edie could remain on the isle was a mystery. And Elias? All Elodie could hope for was that her brother had found some semblance of happiness. They all deserved it.
Elodie forced herself to walk to each room, but she couldnât manage to go inside her parentsâ. She stood before the closed door as screams and shouts from that horrible day filled her head. Elodie backed away and turned on her heel. How in the world would she stay in the cottage? Sleep just feet from where itâd all happened.
âI canât,â she stated with a shake of her head.
Elodie grabbed her purse and the single bag that held her measly belongings and started for the door. Then she remembered why she was on Skye.
âFuck!â she yelled and fought the sudden urge to release the scream of frustration that welled up.
She wasnât a crier, but everyone had their breaking point. She forced the tears back and dropped her bags. The only way to get on with her life was to take her sisterâs offer. All Elodie had to do was clean up the cottage so they could sell it. It was a good deal. Elodie had the place to herself instead of sleeping on the sofa at Edieâs crowded house with her sisterâs kids and husband. And all without having to pay any sort of rent.
Since Elodie was homeless and jobless and had less than two hundred pounds to her name, it really was a blessing. At least sheâd thought that until she arrived on Skye. Even driving around the island had made her chest constrict. Her anxiety rose with every mile. Then sheâd arrived at the cottage. It had taken Elodie half an hour to work up the courage to actually walk inside.
âMaybe I deserve this torture,â she said aloud. âI didnât exactly live a good life.â
This was supposed to be her chance to start over. To travel the path sheâd been on before she got derailed.
âFine. Letâs do this.â
She opened the door, then went to all the windows and opened them despite the frigid temperatures and the threat of rain. The dust had to go somewhere, and the sooner she got it out of the house, the better. Elodie started in the bedroom she had once shared with her sister. She carefully folded the bed linens from each twin bed and dumped them outside. Thankfully, Edie had given her fresh sheets, pillows, and blankets.
Next, she found an old towel and used some cleaner to wipe down the walls and window, sweeping the cobwebs from the corners before vacuuming the carpet. Only then did she bring in her bag and purse.
Elodie wiped her face with her arm and made her way to the main area. Someone had placed sheets over the furniture. She slowly and carefully folded them, but there was so much dust that some still escaped. The pile joined the bed linens outside. On her way back inside, she smiled as she saw the dust wafting out the windows. Hopefully, most of it would land outside instead of back in the house.
The smallish living area didnât take long to wipe down. The windows would take more than one cleaning. She didnât want to touch the outside yet. That was a whole other matter entirely. Her first priority was to get the inside clean enough that she could locate any repairs that needed to be addressed. Only after she did that would she tackle the outside.
The old cottage was too quiet. Elodie pulled out her phone and put on her favorite playlist as she went back to cleaning. She kept moving, which helped to keep her warm. There was a brief shower, but she didnât bother closing the windows. The house needed to be aired out to get rid of the musty smell. She suddenly froze, the hairs on the back of her neck lifting. Slowly, she straightened from scrubbing the bathroom counter and looked at the doorway. No one was there. At least no one she could see.
A chill raced down her spine. With the sponge still in her gloved hands, she walked into the hallway. She glanced at her parentsâ room, then looked the other way. Elodie slowly made her way to the kitchen. Her gaze landed on a tall, gorgeous man with black and silver hair, standing next to a pretty female with red hair.
The man was a Fae. It seemed there was no escaping them anywhere, but they hadnât been allowed on Skye in decades. At least as far as she knew. What was he doing back?
âHi,â the woman said.
Elodie swung her gaze to the female. She looked close to Elodieâs age, and something about her seemed familiar.
âYou donât remember me, do you?â the woman asked with a smile.
Elodie shook her head. It was unnerving that people already knew she was on the isle. Worse that they remembered her when she had done everything to forget Skye and everyone on it. âI donât.â
âYouâve been gone awhile. Iâm Rhona.â
In an instant, Elodie remembered Rhona and her cousin, Sorcha. They used to come over occasionally. She had always liked both girls. Elodie glanced at the floor, slightly embarrassed for the harsh welcome she had given them. âOf course.â
Rhona looked at the man beside her, love shining in her eyes. âThis is Balladyn.â
âA Fae,â Elodie said before she could stop herself.
Balladyn inclined his head of long hair. His eyes were silver, but she saw a ring of red around them. âReaper, actually.â His voice had an Irish lilt.
Reaper. Elodie wasnât sure what that meant.
âWe wanted to welcome you back and see if you needed anything,â Rhona said.
Elodie shifted her feet nervously. Did they know sheâd lost her magic? âThat wasnât necessary.â
âYouâre one of us,â Rhona said with a soft look. âWe look after our own.â
Resentment threatened to choke Elodie, and she had to remind herself that she shouldnât direct her anger at Rhona. She hadnât been any older than Elodie back then. Corann was a different matter. âCorann sent you?â
A frown moved over Rhonaâs face so quickly that Elodie almost missed it. âWe lost Corann. Iâve taken his place.â
âOh.â Damn. She shouldâve had Edie bring her up to date on things. Then again, Elodie hadnât wanted to talk to any Druids, so she had made sure not to take an interest in anything. âHonestly, I wonât be here long. As soon as I get the place fixed up and sold, Iâm leaving.â
Rhonaâs green eyes narrowed slightly. âThatâs a pity. We could use you.â
No one ever had use for her. Elodie glanced at Balladyn to see that the Reaperâs gaze hadnât moved from her. It was unnerving to have him watch her in such a way, and yet she didnât feel threatened. âItâs for the best.â
âWhy donât you come for tea later this week? We can catch up,â Rhona said.
Elodieâs plan to keep to herself was rapidly disintegrating. She liked Rhonaâor at least the person she had once been. It wasnât in Elodieâs nature to be outright rude, but Rhona would likely ask questions that Elodie wasnât prepared to answer. And she was tired of lying. âIâm noââ
âPlease donât decline. Think it over.â Rhona smiled. âPlease.â
Well, bugger it. âIâll consider it.â
Rhonaâs smile was huge. âGreat. And if you need any help, we can get this place together quickly.â
The offer was so tempting that Elodie nearly took it. If they did, she could leave Skye that much quicker. However, if she agreed to Rhonaâs offer, it would inevitably lead to those pesky questions she was intent on dodging. âThanks, but Iâve already made good headway today.â
âAt the very least, let me fix the leaking roof,â Balladyn said.
Her gaze snapped to him. The roof was leaking? She glanced around but didnât hear any dripping. Then a drop landed on top of her head. This might be a bigger project than sheâd thought. She faced him and forced her tight lips into a smile as her stomach churned with anxiety. âI would appreciate that.â
âItâs done,â he said with a bow of his head.
âThank you.â
Rhona flashed another smile. âItâs good to have you back. I hope youâll consider the tea.â
Elodie held her smile until the two of them suddenly disappeared. She blinked and frowned. Balladyn must have teleported them out. At least the leak was fixed. She looked up at the ceiling and spotted the water damage.
âIâm going to be here forever,â she grumbled.
Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.
She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donnaâs Cajun side of the family taught her the âspicyâ side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppinâ and bareback riding.
Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.