Title: The Trouble with Fate
Author: Leigh Evans
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Series: Mystwalker (Book 1)
Publication Date: December 24, 2012
Format: Paperback, 344 Pages
ISBN-10: 1250006406 (St. Martin’s/Macmillan)
ISBN-13: 978-1250006400 (St. Martin’s/Macmillan)
Reviewed by: Shirene
I Have Two Words For Werewolves:
My name is Hedi Peacock and I have a secret. I’m not human, and I have the pointy Fae ears and Were inner-bitch to prove it. As fairy tales go, my childhood was damn near perfect, all fur and magic until a werewolf killed my father and the Fae executed my mother. I’ve never forgiven either side. Especially Robson Trowbridge. He was part-time werewolf, a full-time bastard, and the first and only boy I ever loved. That is, until he became the prime suspect in my father’s death…
Today I’m a half-breed barista working at a fancy coffee house, living with my loopy Aunt Lou and a temperamental amulet named Merry, and wondering where in the world I’m going in life. A pretty normal existence, considering. But when a pack of Weres decides to kidnap my aunt and force me to steal another amulet, the only one who can help me is the last person I ever thought I’d turn to: Robson Trowbridge. And he’s as annoyingly beautiful as I remember. That’s the trouble with fate: Sometimes it barks. Other times it bites. And the rest of the time it just breaks your heart. Again…
Quick & Dirty: First book from Ms. Evans and it shows promise.
Opening Sentence: We lived in a long flat bungalow in Creemore.
Firstly, I am astounded at the word pictures that Ms. Evans is able to capture in my mind. She has a knack for expressing color and even light that is truly unique. But there are times in which I was lost in a myriad of words and the story was left behind almost casually which is a shame because I wanted to get swept away by this universe and characters.
Our heroine, Hedi Peacock is part werewolf and fae. She witnessed the murder of her father by a werewolf, the slaying of her mother by her own kind and her twin kidnapped when she was just a child. How Hedi handles and sometimes doesn’t handle these challenges are part of what made me adore her. Our hero, Robson “Bridge” Trowbridge is not the run of the mill Alpha Were. He is accused of killing his family, including his father, the Alpha of the Creemore pack, and his wife, Candy.
When these two characters start interacting with each other is where the magic really starts to fly. The love/hate and bad/good characteristics are on display for all to see and I’m sure that their story will continue to be just as challenging as their first meeting.
One of the side characters is Hedi’s amulet that she has named Merry. Initially it was a struggle to see a piece of jewelry with such life instilled in her but eventually I was won over by the sheer link between Hedi and Merry. There was even a tear shed about 3/4 of the way through this book because of Merry.
The world in which these three characters live is filled with murder, intrigue, passion, politics, betrayal and torture. However, one of the strangest portions of the book was the time Hedi spent in Threall. Hopefully more of this world will be explained in The Thing About Weres and I look forward to reading it.
To sum up, this was a good start for a first time author. There are areas that I hope to see improvement like maintaining the story and other areas that I look forward to experiencing again like Ms. Evan’s gift of word pictures. If you are looking for an adventure and don’t mind putting in a little work, this book is worth the time.
When Trowbridge had opened the coffee shop door–the second Were to enter in ten minutes–I’d dropped to my knees, stricken with the fear that I’d slipped into a hallucination of my own, and had done so without experiencing the usual shit-here-I-go slide that happens before Lou pulls me into one of hers. Then, just as quickly as it had swamped me, my fear eased. I don’t detect scents when I’m dreaming and my nose had picked up an aroma over the brewed coffee that was Trowbridge’s alone. Ten years ago, when I’d been a lovesick twelve-year-old, I hadn’t been able to put my finger on that unique thing in his personal scent signature that my hormones interpreted as “Yum, Robson Trowbridge.”
Even now older and a hell of a lot more bitter, I couldn’t find a word for it. It was just a truth, as tiresome and hard to deny as the notion that chocolate bypasses your stomach and goes straight to your hips. Trowbridge smelled different than the other Creemore Weres. He always had.
2. The Thing About Weres (July 30, 2013)
FTC Advisory: St. Martin’s/Macmillan provided me with a copy of The Trouble with Fate. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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