Author: Nyna Queen
Series: Trueborn Heirs Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal
Publisher: Levire
Release Date: May 1 2019
Editions: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
“I’m a spider, sugar.
My shaper kind doesn’t bear that name for nothing.”
That's not something Alexis Harper dares to say very often.
If she did, it might just get her killed. Not that she is an easy mark, but
even fools get lucky once in a while.
In a world where the magically gifted trueborn rule and the
magicless halfborn slog away in the slums, half-blood mongrels like Alex are
outcasts—feared and shunned. For most of her life, she has lurked in the
shadows, trying to keep her true nature a secret. But the secrecy ends abruptly
when she saves two trueborn aristo children from a group of hired killers.
Accused of a crime she didn't commit, Alex suddenly finds herself running from
powerful enemies, with no one around to trust.
Or what about the mysterious stranger who has been following
her? He is one of Death’s Servants, born and bred to kill at the country’s
command. Not the most preferable ally, but then, her choices are limited. Soon
she has to decide whether she can trust him or not—it’s a gamble she might not
survive either way. And before Alex knows what is happening, her life is
hanging by a silken thread…
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Nyna started reading fantasy books at the sweet age of six
(in fact, as soon as she could read) and never got out of it. After she
finished her law degree, she finally decided to commit herself to a career as
an author. When she isn't reading a book or dreaming up another story, she
works as a lawyer, indulges in way too much coffee and enjoys long walks in the
sun. If you are looking for Nyna, you'll likely find her behind her laptop,
hitting the keys, writing down her latest novel ideas - careful, if you speak
to her now, she might not remember later!
Right in this moment, Nyna is probably working on the second
book in her Trueborn Heirs Series: Web of Lies.
I didn't know what I was getting into when I started this book. I was intrigued from the very beginning by a spider shifter or shaper as they are known by in the world. The actuality of what I got was so much better. This book is 100% paranormal, 90% action and suspense, with 10% romantic tension, a bit of angst, and wry/ sly humor. There is so much woven together with the plot, characters, and landscape that it's hard to not love everything about this book.
The story is brought together with seamless writing and world building. The author brings familiar together with the unfamiliar to where everything seems normal. As if, one could walk out their door and enter into the Jester without an issue. The characters are all a little flawed, making them and their backstories relatable. Alex has plenty of snark, but also compassion. Darken is Darken with his nature he was born with and that of his conscious.
If you want a book with a mystery interwoven with suspense and a sprinkling of a romance then this book is for you.
HE was walking through the taproom.
Tall. Dark. Handsome.
Trouble. With a big T.
His entrance was accompanied by a cold gust of wind that
caused the candles to flicker in their stands on the tables, almost as if they
were shying away from him.
His perfectly tailored black coat seemed to absorb the light
around him, cloaking him in a veil of vibrant darkness—a dark, floating shadow,
foreboding a storm that had nothing to do with the clouds gathering outside.
The spider snarled at the sight of the man, balking inside
Alex like a threatened cat.
Trueborn!
Everything about him screamed it: from the disdainful curve
of his mouth to the silky tips of his raven hair. Magic shrouded him like a
transparent, iridescent cloak, charging the air around him. In the visual
spectrum of her shaper senses, it shimmered like hot air above pavement in the
sun, blurring his outline ever so slightly. In this magic devoid area, it
called to her senses like a siren’s song.
Yet even without her magical sensitivity, there would have
been no mistaking about what she was looking at. Even among a less down-at-heel
clientele than the Jester’s exemplary lot, he would have stuck out like a
thoroughbred stallion tossed into a stable full of plow horses. The way he held
himself, self-assured with an almost overbearing sense of entitlement left no
doubt about his privileged birth. Arrogance in every inch! It was so thick in
the air, Alex could practically taste it.
He moved with the effortless grace of a practiced fighter,
slick and efficient, steps so light even her delicate senses had trouble
picking up their vibrational pattern. The image of a feline snapped up in her
mind: a sleek, black panther, all rippling muscles under satiny skin, silently
stalking up on his unassuming prey.
People hastened to shuffle out of his way, automatically
opening a human alleyway for him as he approached, the scraping sound of chairs
being moved loud in the sudden tense silence that had followed his entry.
The trueborn didn’t spare them so much as a glance as he
passed by, gliding through their midst with an air of self-importance that had
no equal. Ah, the arrogance! As if he expected the world itself to split at his
command.
Behind his back, people exchanged fearful glances, eyes
darting nervously around the room, but nobody moved; the entire jungle held its
breath, petrified in the face of the roaming predator.
Alex’s thoughts tumbled over each other. A trueborn? In the Jester’s Inn? Why?
What in the merciful Mother’s name was one of his kind doing
in a place like the Trash Bin? Especially one who radiated “noble elite” like a
solar flare. There were only a few reasons why a member of the trueborn upper
class would condescend to betake his elevated behind into deepest halfborn
territory, but she couldn’t see this man fitting any of those bills, unless—
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