Title: Of Flame and Light
Taran Wird holds the unique ability to conjure fire and lightning. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran's insecurities have driven them apart.
Devastated by an injury that left her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic. But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes the alternative.
The only way to regain control of her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don't come easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.
Yet Taran must learn and learn fast. Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .
Author: Cecy Robson
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Of Flame and Promise, Once Kissed, Inseverable, Let Me
Series: Weird Girls #6
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Of Flame and Promise
Published by Self Source: Author
Published: October 18, 2016
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Oh boy, what happened here? My introduction to the Weird Girls series was with Of Flame and Promise when Taran and Gemini get their hook-up dance on. Everything seemed all hunky-dory for these two and then BAM I read Of Flame and Light to find out their not together. Wha???
The issue seems to be with her zombie-like arm that seems to have a mind of its own. Her new arm is causing all sorts of havoc, turning her power against her and hurting the people around her. On top of that, Taran also feels Gemini has rejected her because of her new arm. She now has to find a way to get control of her magic and her arm and the only way to do that is to get help from the very coven that tries to banish her and her sisters.
To tell the truth, I’m trying to remember if Taran lost her arm in the last book because I’m trying to figure out why she has this zombie-like arm. Whatever, I’ll back track later. Taran is just not having a good life right now. An arm with a mind of its own, her powers out of her control and a break-up with her mate, Gemini, how could things get worse? Spoke to soon! They only option for her to get help from the coven. Because asking Genevieve was going to be SUCH a treat, especially since she is sniffing around Gemini.
I laughed, I cried, I loved the action and situations that Taran found herself in. It wasn’t just her arm that Taran has to deal with. Throw in a rogue witch, zombies, and a battle to complicate matters. Her sisters and their mates are trying to help her out and a few new characters are added to the mix. The best part is obviously Taran and the coven. Oh my gosh! I laughed so hard with the trials they put her through; my favorite of course is the ribbon. ROFL on the end results. And those rogue witch, zombies, and a battle I mentioned earlier, EPIC! Actually, there is nothing about this book I didn’t like. On a side note: Emme and Bren. What is going on there? I smell a story coming up for them…hopefully sooners rather than laters!
I just love this series and wish I had read it from the beginning! Cecy Robson has a way of injecting humor and hot sex into a great story. While it’s not necessary to read this series from the beginning, you really should because it is so much fun! Of Flame and Light is a must read!
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Cecy Robson is an award-winning author of magical realms, to-die-for Alpha heroes, and young adult adventure. A double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published author of more than fifteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.
I hurry forward when I realize I’m just standing there, gaping at them.
I don’t think I take more than a few steps when something crunches beneath the sole of my left boot. I think it’s a stick, but the sound seems off, especially since the ground is so moist. I lift my foot only to jump away.
“T, you coming?” Shayna calls when I don’t move.
“T?” she asks again.
I swallow hard, hoping I’m imagining things as they run back to me.
“What’s wrong?” Emme asks. Unlike Shayna who’s fired up for all the action about to go down, I can sense the worry in her voice.
“Bren . . .” I begin, pointing to the spot near my feet. “Is that a, um, toe?”
He cocks his head. “Nah.”
Emme places her hand over her heart and sighs. “Oh, good—”
“It’s a thumb,” he answers. He sniffs the air. “Right hand, male, and the poor bastard’s been dead a long time.” He looks ahead. “Yeah, this shit’s not good. Call it in, Shayna, but type it. Don’t use voice-to text.”
“Why, dude?” Shayna asks, reaching for her phone in her back pocket.
“Because I’m not sure how well this bitch can hear, or if she has other things listening for her,” he responds.
He motions ahead to a crow. It squawks twice in our direction and flutters away.
Shayna lifts her phone to show us the blank screen. “Phone’s dead, kids.” She quickly pockets it and places a handful of toothpicks in her palm. “I wouldn’t bother, Emme,” she adds when Emme reaches for her phone. I doubt any of our phones are working.”
“She’s right,” Bren says. He shoves his phone into the backpack Emme is carrying and peels off his white T-shirt.
“This keeps getting better and better,” I mutter.
Bren strips out of his jeans, leaving only his underwear and shit-kickers on. “Em, stay behind me,” he tells her. “Shayna, you’ve got the rear.”
Which leaves me in front of Shayna and the most protected. I’ll be honest, this helpless damsel in distress role does nothing for my morale.
I march ahead, forcing myself to snap out of the shock of finding some guy’s thumb, push aside my fear, and tap into my inner diva. I remember a little too late that my inner diva is louder and usually sashays in platform stilettos. I slow my steps, careful not to disturb the creepy things hiding in the bushes.
Let me be the first to tell you, woods are bullshit and top of the scales of the scary meter, second only to graveyards. It’s the reason so many horror movies are based here, and why I’m watching out for psychos with machetes lurking behind trees. But given our past experiences, where danger lurks, so do the dark ones. I’ve had my fill of alleyways, construction sites, abandoned structures, but especially these damn eerie woods!