Title: The Beautiful Ashes
In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate.
Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. And the one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who's bound by an ancient legacy to betray her.
Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn't mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn't: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side and Adrian on the other. And nothing but ashes in between…
Author: Jeaniene Frost
Series: Broken Destiny #1
Published by Harlequin HQN Source: Publisher
Published: August 26th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
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To say I was excited to review The Beautiful Ashes by Jeaniene Frost is quite the understatement. I have been a longtime fan and when I found out she had a new series coming out, I set a reminder on my calendar for the release date. I already see this book has mixed reviews probably because people were expecting something similar to her previous series. Having read the afore mentioned series and checking out all the reviews, I put all thoughts aside and started reading with an open mind.
O.M.G. I am blown away. Action packed and full of mystery, this Broken Destiny series is going to be phenomenal. Our leading lady here is Ivy. She quite a interesting character. She starts out being fairly naïve and trusting. As the story progresses you can see how she tries to shed her innocence to what is around her. So much is revealed about her but I suspect more to come in future books. Adrian, oh Adrian. The mysteries surrounding you. I am taken back as each layer is exposed. Is he the good guy, is he the bad guy? There is quite a battle raging within his mind. I thoroughly enjoyed their interactions between him and Ivy. Some were quite comical other were quite hot in the unrequited department.
The journey Ivy and Adrian take is a tumultuous one. Their race to save Ivy’s missing sister takes quite a few interesting turns. The old adage of ‘If at first you don’t succeed, Try, try again’ definitely comes into play. While others may find it repetitive and annoying, I thoroughly enjoyed all the challenges they faced. There’s quite a few additional characters that I hope to see in future installments in this series. There is one in particular I will touch upon, Zach. I get angels, or in his case, Archons, can very blasé about the whole human coil. I would love to see someone push a pie into his face, just to see if they could get a rise out of him. That is how I felt about him for most of the book. Then there is a brief, VERY brief, moment when things got all AHA-y for me regarding him. Then I drifted back into pie-into-face mode. I expect we’ll be see more of him in future books as well.
The Beautiful Ashes was a great read for me. Once I got this book in my hands I was riveted and couldn’t put it down. I’m not sure it this is going to be an adult series because right now it feels very NA. Either way I really don’t care because it more then fed my need for a new exciting PNR series. I almost thought this was going to be a stand-alone. The story felt very complete until the very end. Is there a OMG cliffhanger? No not really, but there is certainly a tease of things to come that I frankly can not wait to read.
About Jeaniene Frost:
Jeaniene Frost is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress series, the Night Prince series, and the upcoming Broken Destiny series. To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in North Carolina with her husband Matthew, who long ago accepted that she rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling – by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her.
For information on Jeaniene’s books, reading the first 20% of each book free, book trailers, deleted scenes, creature mythology, and more, please visit: www.jeanienefrost.com
“What is that?”
Adrian’s voice startled me. For a second, I was disoriented, the dream clinging to me as it always did. Yes, I was in a car, but I wasn’t the unknown woman driving away from her baby. That wasn’t real. The glare Adrian leveled at my chest was, though.
“Is that a mirror?” He sounded horrified.
I looked down. My locket was open, the mirrored side facing me. At some point while I was sleeping, I must’ve opened it. Adrian’s hand shot out, but this time, I was too fast for him.
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped, holding it out of his reach. “It’s the only picture I have of my sister after you left everything I own back at that hotel in Bennington!”
He lunged again, actually letting go of the steering wheel to reach the side of the car where I held it. With a sharp yank, he wrested the locket from my hands. I tried to snatch it back, but he shoved me into my seat with one hand, finally grabbing the steering wheel with the other.
“Are you crazy?” I shrieked. “You could’ve gotten us killed!” If this hadn’t been a lonely stretch of desert road, our careening into the next lane might’ve had permanent consequences.
“You’re going to get yourself killed,” was his chilling response. Then, still pinning me to my chair with that single hand, he held my locket up.
I gasped. Something dark poked out of the small mirror, like a snake made of blackest smoke. It disappeared when Adrian smashed the mirror against the steering wheel, but an eerie wind whistled through the car, ruffling my hair and stinging my nostrils with its acrid scent.
Adrian muttered a word in that unknown language, and I didn’t need a translator to tell me it was a curse.
“What was that?” My voice was hoarse.
He threw me a pitying glance, which frightened me even more. If he wasn’t angry, we must really be screwed.
His next words proved that. “Brace yourself, Ivy. You’re about to meet a demon.”