Dark Mercy Review

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My Review of Dark Mercy by Zoe Winters:

Dark Mercy is a short paranormal read and the prequel to an upcoming full-length novel. I loved this story and it left me squirming for the next in the series. In fact, I Facebooked Zoe Winters right after I read it and wanted to know if the full-length novel was ready for purchase. If it had of been available, I would’ve bought it immediately. Sadly, it's unavailable at the moment, but is coming. The conclusion is fantastic and nothing I expected. I thought for sure there’d have been some way out of the situation Angelina was in. I won’t give more away because I will not spoil the ending! But I’m so intrigued by the way Dark Mercy ended that I’m eager to read Hadrian and Angelina’s full story. Yesterday wasn’t soon enough! The sex scene left me feeling like I needed to go to confession and not because it was so detailed, but because of where it took place. I won’t give more for fear of spoiling the coupling. Let me just say, it was the perfect wrong setting.

Zoe Winters did a fantastic job of dragging me into the storyline from page one. The story was well-written and flowed easily from scene-to-scene. Even though it's short, there's enough intriguing information to have you begging for more. My final comment…I want Hadrian and Angelina’s story now!! A definite must read when it is released.

Dark Mercy Blurb:

1955, Las Vegas, Nevada

Angeline has been on the run from her sire, Linus, for centuries. She’s tired, and she’s lonely. High from mescaline-induced blood, she sees a sign—a church that seems to glow in the distance—and she knows. Her future mate is in that building.

Important Author’s Note:

Dark Mercy is the beginning of Hadrian and Angeline’s story, not the end. Their HEA will happen later in their own full-length novel. This story is important both for the overall series and for this couple, but it’s not their HEA. Just a mild disclaimer so no one goes in with false expectations for this story.

About the Series:

Dark Mercy is a story in the Pretverse (the world of Zoe Winters’ Preternaturals series). If you enjoy it, you may enjoy the main series (paranormal romance set in this same world). Each book has its own romance story wrapped up by the end, as well as a larger background story that slowly unfolds with each book. Dark Mercy is a part of that overall unfolding.

Books can be read in any order given that each book has its own romance, the numbers are just the order they are written in and should be read in if you want the story “in order”.

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Zoe Winters writes quirky and sometimes dark paranormal romance (and dark fantasy). Her favorite colors are rainbow and clear. For updates on new releases and opportunities for contests/giveaways sign up for the newsletter by sending a blank email to: freekept@gmail.com (As a thank you, you’ll receive a free copy of the debut novella in the Preternaturals series: Kept.)

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Dark Mercy Excerpt, used with permission. Copyright 2012 Zoe Winters

“A-Angeline. I haven’t seen you here in awhile.” Could he not get that schoolboy stutter out of his voice?

“I was fighting temptation,” she replied coyly.

Hadrian cleared his throat. “And did you succeed?”

“No.”

She glided closer—or floated. The length of her dress made it impossible to tell which. She stopped mere inches in front of him. He should have taken a step back, should have excused himself, but her strange eyes locked with his. They drew him in, hypnotizing him.

If he were another type of man, he would have proclaimed she was a witch putting him under a spell, but it was just as much his responsibility as hers for not moving away. It was his fault for not finding a replacement for midnight Mass.  His mind became fuzzy.

What was I just thinking about?

Her eyes pulled him in, making the rest of the room swirl around him in a slow blur. If he’d looked down to find them both floating and spinning in the air, he wouldn’t have been surprised. He was dizzy from the delicious scent emanating from her.

Her voice was a siren’s song when she spoke again. “Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin.”

Angeline’s mouth tasted like hot cinnamon candy as her lips descended on his. Her lip gloss left his mouth tingling. She might burn him alive with a single kiss. She chuckled as she continued her exploration of his mouth, as if he’d stated his thought aloud and she found it amusing.

Somewhere deep inside him was the place that was screaming that this must not happen, but it sounded like it was shouting from far away down a long, dark hallway, disappearing into a tinny echo. Quickly overtaking that voice was one penetrating thought that refused to release him.

I want her. I want her. I want her. I want her. The thought happened in rhythm to the beat of his heart.

Her lips left his mouth and made a burning trail over his cheek and up to the lobe of his ear. “Father Hadrian.” It was a breathy pant that held all the promise of a new universe unfolding.

He couldn’t remember what she said after that or even if she said something after that. The pounding of his own blood rushing through his ears—and other blood racing south in response to her nearness—had drowned out his ability to think or hear anything else but the lilting magic of her voice calling his name.

“Father Hadrian… ”

Her tone had gone from that of an angel to a writhing serpent as she rubbed her sinewy body against him. This was wrong. The thinking part of him clawed to get out. Something was all wrong about this, beyond the breaking of a vow. But he couldn’t form a coherent thought.

I want her. I want her. I want her.

“And you shall have me. Forever,” she said.

Had he spoken out loud? He wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now,” he said, as her fingers slid under the Roman collar.

It startled him. His collar. Where were his vestments? There were more layers of clothing, or there had been a few moments ago. He glanced down to find the vestments somehow on the floor of the sanctuary. He started to pull away.

“No, Father. Eyes right here on mine. Stay with me.”

His gaze shifted back to her eyes and his will merged with her again. He didn’t realize his shirt was off until the air from the chilly room hit his bare chest.

“Oh, what a surprise. You must work out. Don’t be shy, Father Hadrian. It’s a crime you never get to be inside a woman with this body.”