Review: Anchored (Guardian series #1) by A.J. Larrieu
Kudos to A.J. Larrieu on setting such a high bar for her work on her first published novella. This is a story that should appeal to anyone with an soft spot for angels-doing-good and charming romantic suspense. The love scenes are all about classy heat and simmering connections, and radiate a lovely glow without straying into erotica territory. The action is well-grounded and just descriptive enough to keep you interested without being confusing. I can’t wait to see what comes next in this series! Anchored is a GraveTells “must read”!
This wasn’t supposed to be a review book, just a quick “breather” read between other blog work. A.J. Larrieu, however, apparently had other plans for my past 12 hours when she penned her debut paranormal romance novella Anchored. Angels? Been there. Vamps? Both good and bad, done that! But the way Ms. Larrieu imagined her fictional universe breathes life and energy into a story even further supported by stellar characters with multi-faceted personalities. Little nuances kept me glued to my e-reader for solid chunks of time, as the plot smoothly transitioned from setting-the-scene to action to heart-racing conclusion. There is nothing boring about this novella and I was definitely not ready for it to end! These characters and this story could easily have filled the pages of a full-length novel and kept my rapt attention. Hell, I borrowed the book from the Kindle Prime library and wish I’d bought it outright! Totally worth the purchase.
“I wouldn’t think a man like you would object to a few days of vacation with free room and board. It can’t be much worse than your previous accommodations.”“The bed’s a little lumpy, actually.”“I’ll get right on that.”“Now we’re talking.” He winked at me.
“We can’t,” I said against his mouth, still returning his kiss. “We shouldn’t.”“Why shouldn’t we?” He slid his hands to my neck and drew me closer, forcing me to tilt my head. One hand found the soft feathers where my wings met my back and stroked. I moaned at the virgin pleasure of it.“Complicated,” I gasped out. “Make things complicated.”His other hand went to my waist, dragging me forward on the bench and then up, into his lap. “Yes. Let’s make things complicated.” His erection pressed against me, and his lips went to my jaw, my neck. “Let’s complicate the hell out of them.”
[Jason] came to me with a plate of perfectly fried eggs. He’d even garnished it with a sliced strawberry. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down one-handed.“You are the hardest woman in the world to make breakfast for.”“I’m fine.”“Shut up and eat.”He handed me the plate. The eggs were perfect.
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