Title: Burning Skies by Caris Roane
Rating 4 stars
A vampire warrior in exile, Marcus Amargi resists the call to return to the ranks of the Guardians who fight the death vamp armies. Here on Mortal Earth, Marcus has another battle on his hands—the seductive lure of Havily Morgan. The woman meant for him. Whose blood he craves. The one who comes to him in dreams—and demands his surrender…
A beautiful immortal with extraordinary powers, Havily lives in the realm of Second Earth but, in her fantasies, yearns for her winged lover Marcus. Soon, their bond will be put to the ultimate test. When their bloodthirsty enemies set the night on fire with sky-blazing weapons, Marcus and Havily must unite body and soul, to unleash the full power of their passion—and fight fire with fire…
Ever since I read the first book….a week ago?….I fell in love with this series. A bunch of hot guys, well-built, fighters, falling in love with women. It’s the kind of testosterone rush that I find at hockey games…kind of hot! Who am I kidding? It’s really friggin’ hot! Of course, along with all that testosterone and muscle, is a sweet romantic love that makes you sigh in longing.
The only downside of this book is the fact that during this “breh-hedden”, the way that the mates recognise each other, is through a signature scent. While I applaud the author for using another sense to enhance the imagination of her readers, I can’t smell. Never have had a sense of smell, its called Anosmia, and if you really want to know more about it you can find a link here all about it (http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~sgtatham/smell.html). So reading that someone smells of fennel, or cardamom, or lavender, does nothing for me. It doesn’t help me visualise it any better, or sink into the story any deeper. BUT, for someone who may have a sense of smell, this could very well enhance the storylines of the series.
Smell or not, I’m still in love with the series.