In her second appearance on my blog – I’m pleased to present Marie Hall and her book
The Witching Hour for your consideration. Part paranormal, part playing with the ancient gods, and a huge infusion of romance, this was a fun story!
About the Book: Because sometimes death isn’t the end…
After not only being run over, but watching her husband die in the same hit and run, Eve Philips thought she would never love again. Years pass and her sisters worry that she’ll become an old crone like so many other witches. They’ve made it their personal mission to help her find her next true love. But Eve wants none of that, she throws herself into her potions shop–Witches Brew–determined work, and not a lover, will fix the void in her heart.
Until the day she sees him. Cian, gorgeous and mysterious, she’s frightened by the desires he brings out in her. A passion that rivals even the love she’d felt for her husband.
But Cian is not what he seems. He’s fae. More than that, he’s the grim reaper of legend and his mission means her death. She shouldn’t have seen him. His kind moves in stealth, but the moment her golden eyes meets his he knows his world will never be the same. He’ll defy his orders and his Queen to keep her. But will Eve want what he offers when she discovers the truth? That he was the one who harvested her husband’s soul…
This is an Urban Fantasy Romance dealing with fairies, vampires, shifters, witches, and the occasional vindictive ghost.
Quickly captivated and drawn in to the uniquely defined characterizations and world created for the ancients, a plausible introduction of their influence into a newly reimagined present day world clearly set this reader up for a wild ride. With Eve still grieving for the husband she lost, not realizing that she was spared from her own death by the intervention of one very sexy fae, Cian: against all reason and compulsion. Cian pits the Morrigan (Chaos) and her husband Dagda (Father of all) against one another as the fate of the earth, and humankind will hang in the balance.
In San Francisco, there is a culture of ‘openness’ where human and others have agreed to co-exist peacefully: while there are still pockets of violence and danger, many of the paranormal have found a way to exist and profit from human sightseers and tourists. Eve and her two sisters are powerful and capable witches, and they have a successful shop that caters to paranormal and tourist alike. Eve has no conscious memory of Cian, but is inexorably and inexplicably drawn to him, much to her own confusion and guilt over it being ‘so soon’ since losing her husband to a hit and run driver.
From the moment that Eve and Cian encounter one another, there are palpable sparks flying. With revelations that appear as the story progresses, Marie Hall has managed to reconfigure the tales of the Great Wars and the paranormals that appear throughout the story in ways that hold interest and give background needed throughout the story. With clever inclusions of humor, bits of cityscape and even some meddling sisters and the words bring those scenes to life in the reader’s imagination.
The romance is one that completely portrays the ‘meant to be’ moniker, the attraction is instant and unrelenting, sexy scenes are incredibly steamy and imaginative, exuding sensuality and emotion. And this story wraps with a sweetly romantic scene that provides answers to questions formed at the start of the story. It’s a great stand-alone story, that leaves plenty of room for more in the series, although the author has said that the characters have stopped clamoring for their story to be told.
This is a great introduction to Marie Hall’s work and should lead you to reading her other titles. She’s one of my favorite authors that integrate old legend, fairy tales, paranormal and other pop culture references into her work.
I received an eBook copy from the author for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
About the Author:
Marie Hall has always held a dangerous fascination for creatures that go bump in the night. And mermaids. And of course fairies. Trolls. Unicorns. Shapeshifters. Vampires. Scottish brogues. Kilts. Beefy arms. Ummm… Bad boys! Especially the sexy ones.
Then the day came she realized apart from the sexy bad boy she married, there’d be no vampires/shapeshifters/mermaids/fairies/or even stinky trolls in her future unless she wrote about them. More often than not she can be found roaming the wild, lush tropical forest she calls her backyard (a.k.a. Hawaii) and day dreaming constantly about her latest project.