Wednesday, December 4, 2019

#Review - Wicked Hour by Chloe Neill #Fantasy #Paranormal

Series: Heirs of Chicagoland #2
Format: Paperback, 368 pages

Release Date: December 3, 2019
Publisher: Berkley
Source: Publisher
Genre: Fantasy / Paranormal

In the second pulse-pounding novel in the USA Today bestselling Heirs of Chicagoland series, vampire Elisa Sullivan gets drawn into the shifting sands of Pack politics.

Vampires were made, not born—until Elisa Sullivan came along. As the only vampire child in existence, she grew up with a heavy legacy, and she thought she could flee her past. But then trouble came for Chicago, and Elisa came home. Alongside shifter Connor Keene, the only son of North American Central Pack Apex Gabriel Keene, she faced down a great evil and accepted her true self.

Months after the deadly attacks, while tempers are still cooling, Elisa is surprised when Connor invites her to a Pack initiation in the north woods of Minnesota, and by the warm welcome she receives from Connor’s family—even though she’s a vampire. But the peace doesn’t last; the initiation celebration turns to chaos when a mangled body is deposited at the Pack’s home. Elisa and Connor find themselves in the middle of a shifter fight, and the stakes get even higher when Elisa makes a vampire in the middle of Pack territory. Now Elisa’s life, the Pack, and its vampire alliance are at risk.




Wicked Hour is the Second installment in author Chloe Neill's Heirs of Chicagoland series. 23-year old Elisa Sullivan is an unaffiliated rogue born vampire living in the city of Chicago where Houses are everything. She lives with her best friend Lulu Bell who has refused to use any of her witch powers as live normally. Elisa works for the Ombudsman office where her grandfather once worked but the work is quite boring. Also, Elisa as the first vampire born not made is keeping a dark secret that she struggles with every single day of her life. Only one person knows her secret.

Connor Keene, Prince of the Wolves, childhood nemesis, and someone who helped Elisa win the day in the first installment. Connor asks Elisa to travel with him to Minnesota where a shifter pack is to initiate a new member. Elisa will be the first vampire to witness a pack's initiation and that smells like trouble. Connor has already been warned by his father, Gabriel, that Elisa's safety is paramount to the future of supernatural relations. So, taking her into the den of the pack probably isn't the best idea for a date or time away from Chicago.

Elisa and Connor are joined by Alexei Breckenridge who is supposed to hate Elisa and her family. Upon arrival, it is discovered that a young shifter was killed. The younger pack members are not fans of the packs leaders Cash, Loren, or Everett. Then Loren is found savaged and things in the pack begin to spin quickly out of control. Who better to blame than a vampire, Elisa, or a shifter, Conner, who is the son of a powerful Apex? Not everyone is a fan of a vampire and a shifter being together. Especially Miranda who wants to be Apex one day.

Unfortunately, I don't think the author has any plans of getting rid of Miranda any time soon which is a damn shame. I want to see Elisa take her down quickly and bloody. Just like her mother Merit would have done to her enemies. For those who are itching to know about Merit and Ethan, they make brief appearances and then go away which I'm absolutely Ok with. This is Elisa and Connor's story. Merit and Ethan had a fantastic ride. Let them retire. 

Elisa's monster is one hell of an interesting part of this story. I really want Elisa to accept the monster so that she stops trying to hide. There are now several more people who know about her monster, and her berserker powers. I enjoy the banter between Elisa and Connor. I enjoy that Lulu isn't trying to be like her mother or father, or has decided to choose her own path as a painter instead. I like that Elisa and Alexei actually got along in this book. I think that's a good sign for future alliances and shenanigans with Connor and Lulu and Theo and Petra. I liked that this book took a step away from Chicago to another area even though it was a run down former resort where the pack lives. I also absolutely agree with Lulu that Elisa needs to find something outside her comfort zone. She's good at solving paranormal issues. Why not make that a center piece of future books?



One

While humans slept, monsters raved.

Maybe it wasn’t technically a rave. There weren’t any glow sticks or electronic music, or club kids with crazy hair and fluorescent clothes. There were a few dozen shapeshifters and a sprinkling of vampires-and one not-quite witch showing off the mural she’d painted in a literal wolves’ den.

I was one of the vampires, an unaffiliated Rogue in a city of Houses-including the House led by my parents. The artist was my best friend, a woman with sorcerer parents who’d said no to magic and yes to brushes and paints. And tonight, a lot of champagne.

Lulu Bell stood near her artwork-dozens of female bodies of all shapes, sizes, and shades-champagne flute in one hand as she gestured with the other toward the painting and spoke to a rapt audience. She was petite, with a shining bob of dark hair that framed her pale heart-shaped face and green eyes. She’d paired a multicolor tunic with gray leggings, red heels, and enormous dangling earrings, and looked very much the part of the artsy girl.

Music shook the air around her, heavy on guitars and drums. Her audience was in clothes that were heavy on leather. The shifters, members of the North American Central Pack, were mostly wolves, and they were similarly handsome. Strong men and women whose energy seemed palpable, as if their vitality were sturdy enough to actually thicken the air.

“She looks happy.” The man who’d spoken stood behind me, his dark skin and short dark hair contrasting sharply against his brilliantly colored short-sleeved button-down shirt.

He was Theo Martin, one of Chicago’s supernatural Ombuds-liaisons between humans and Sups. In his particular case, a former cop with a good brain and a minor obsession with superheroes and, as I’d learned, the comics they lived in.

I was an OMB staffer, at least temporarily. Roger Yuen, the city’s new Ombudsman, had given me a gig when my plan to continue working for Paris’s Maison Dumas had fallen apart. I’d been helping Theo and Petra, another Ombud, address supernatural problems that cropped up in Chicago; I’d keep helping them until the grant money ran out-or the mountains of OMB paperwork finally disappeared.

“She does look happy,” I agreed. “At least some of that is sheer relief. She’s been worried about finishing it in time. The Pack wouldn’t reschedule the party.”

Pack-brewed beer was being introduced in the Pack’s bar today. They’d wanted the mural completed by the time the party started, and they’d refused to negotiate with Lulu for a different deadline. Shifters weren’t usually picky…except when it came to business.

Theo sipped a glass of brown beer that looked more like chocolate than booze. Then coughed. “It’s…intense.”

“Good intense or bad intense?”

He swirled the liquid in the glass, dark beer against pale foam. “I feel like I need a knife and fork. You should try it, Elisa. Your tastes are, you know, different from mine.”

“What with the blood and all,” I said dryly.

Theo grinned a crooked smile. “What with.”

Now or never, I told myself, and took the glass he offered, then a hearty sip…and was overwhelmed by flavors. It was sour and tangy and complex and smoky.

Theo was right. I wouldn’t say it tasted good, exactly, but its complexity was impressive. Someone had worked very hard to make so many flavors bloom and blossom.

“I don’t know that I ever need to drink it again,” I said, looking at Theo. “But it’s…an achievement.”

“I don’t want to drink an achievement,” he said. I couldn’t really argue with that.

He gestured toward Lulu. “Should we go say hello?”

Lulu was still holding court across the room, nodding at a thin man with bowl-cut white hair. I watched her, waited until she finally raised her gaze and looked around, then lifted my glass. She gave me a wink, returned to her conversation.

“Done,” I said. “Actual discussion can wait until she’s made it through her court of admirers.” Which gave us time to look around the room. You couldn’t beat the people-watching at a Sup party. In addition to the shifters, there were a handful of the scantily clad nymphs who ruled the Chicago River-several of them being wooed by Pack members-and a few vamps from Chicago’s other Houses.

“Hey!” Turning the word into a melody, Lulu squeezed between me and Theo, linked her arms with ours. “Is everyone having fun?”

As if on cue, one shifter threw another across the room, the move echoed by tinkling glass. Onlookers cheered and applauded.

“Ain’t no party like a shifter party,” Lulu said. “’Cause a shifter party don’t stop after drinking a reasonable amount of booze.”

“I’m not sure anything else could top this,” Theo said. “This may be the last party I ever need to attend.”

“It’s a great party,” I said to Lulu, kissing her cheek. “And the mural looks amazing. Congratulations.”

“To Lulu!” Theo said, and we lifted our glasses.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m still shocked I got it done.” She lifted her gaze to the crease where the wall met the ceiling. “I’d avoid touching that corner,” she said with a pixie smile, “unless you want to wear paint.”

“I do not,” I said. “And I doubt even shifters would get drunk enough to climb the actual walls.”

“One never knows,” she said, and was beckoned by someone across the room. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Have fun,” I said, and she moved through the crowd again.

A hush fell over the room. I looked around, thinking she was about to make a speech, or I’d been wrong about the effect of booze on shifters and someone actually was inching up the mural. But that’s not why they’d gone silent.

“Well, well,” Theo said, gaze on the corridor at the other end of the space. “Look who’s back in town.”

I scanned the crowd, and my gaze came to a halt just as Theo’s had done.

Connor Keene, the prince of wolves, had come home.

If “swagger” was a mood, he’d perfected it.

Connor was tall and broad shouldered, hard muscle under taut, sun-kissed skin. His hair was dark and wavy, his eyes pale blue under thick brows. His jawline was chiseled and marked by a sexy dimple in the chin.

He was the son of the North American Central Pack’s Apex, and he moved into the room like a prince among royals. I’d have called it arrogance if he wasn’t able to back up his words with action. Even if I didn’t know that beneath that wicked facade there was competence, care for those within his circle, and an unquestionable loyalty to the Pack, I’d have put money on his being Apex one day. His power was strong enough to send eddies of magic swirling in the room.

It had been weeks since I’d seen him, since we’d fought back a group of fairies intent on destroying Chicago by replacing our world with theirs…and he and I had shared a shockingly good kiss.

It was strange to have kissed someone-to have wanted to kiss someone-who’d driven me crazy as a kid. But he’d grown up, become a different kind of man.

He’d stayed in Chicago to help us fight despite Pack obligations that would have otherwise sent him across the country. But when our battle was done, duty called again. Not in Alaska, but in the Pack’s Midwestern territory, where he’d been sent to solve problems that arose as the Pack traveled cross-country.

We’d texted while he was gone. He told me about the drama he was dealing with, the internal and external politics of the Pack. I told him about my daily interactions with paperwork and Supernaturals. Having been raised a vampire-the most political of Supernaturals-I was smart enough to understand the subtext: The prince of wolves was making time for me.

It took only a moment for his predatory gaze to track through the partygoers and land on me. When surprise and pleasure flashed in his eyes, I was very, very glad that I’d skipped denim and leather for a body-skimming midcalf dress of deep vampire black. I’d left my sword and scabbard at the loft, but I’d tucked a dagger into a thigh garter, and my red heels were thin and high enough to serve as literal stilettos in an emergency. My hair, long and blond and wavy, was loosely tied at my shoulder with a thin ribbon of deep crimson velvet.

Connor began to cross the room, making his way toward me like a missile locked on its target. Anticipation was like an electric charge across my skin.

When Connor and I had been kids-and hadn’t liked each other very much-I’d seen him with plenty of girlfriends. All shades, all shapes, all sizes. Always gorgeous. I hadn’t been jealous of them, but I’d definitely been curious, wondering what it was like to be the object of his attention, to be the one he was walking toward.

It was a thrill. A song, low and sexy and seductive.

“Brat,” he said to me when he reached us. The nickname was a holdover from our icy childhood, but his tone was plenty warm. “Theo.”

“You never call,” Theo said. “You never write.”

Connor kept his gaze on me, and I could all but feel my blood heating from the power of it. “I wrote the ones that needed writing.”

The words were a thrill, the emotion still a shock. As was the fact that we’d grown from irritating enemies to…something very different.

“How was Colorado?” I asked.

“You do some skiing?” Theo wondered.

Connor shook his head. “Shifters in Colorado who don’t acknowledge the Pack’s existence had some objections to our riding through what they call their territory.”

Theo nodded. “I’m assuming the Pack disagrees?”

“The Pack does, but it’s handled. For now.”

I took a guess. “Because the Pack made it through Colorado, but you still have some thoughts?”

“Feelings linger,” he agreed, gaze on me. “I’m leaving again tomorrow.”

Disappointment covered desire like a heavy cloud. But before I could ask for details, another shifter slipped to Connor’s side.

He was male, with pale skin, dark blond hair, a trimmed beard, and angular brows. His eyes were hazel, his mouth a firm line. There was something familiar about his face, his magic. But I couldn’t place him.

The shifter whispered something to Connor, face turned away so we couldn’t read his lips.

After a moment, Connor nodded. “Ten minutes,” he said, and the man walked away without so much as a word to us.

“He’s friendly,” Theo said.

“Who was that?” I asked. “He looks familiar.”

“Alexei Breckenridge,” Connor said.

My grandparents were friends with the patriarch of the Breckenridge family, Michael Sr. But the family was less friendly with my parents. Alexei was our age, but I hadn’t seen him in years, and probably only a handful of times before that.

“I didn’t know Brecks mingled with the rest of the Pack these days,” I said.

“He’s one of the few,” Connor said dryly. “The Brecks prefer to live within the human world. But Alexei’s good Pack. If not entirely sociable.”

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“It will be. Business as usual. And I’d like to talk to you about that.” He looked at Theo. “Mind giving us a minute?”

“No problem,” he said. “I’m going to see a shifter about some meats.” He cut through the crowd, disappeared, leaving Connor and me alone.

Connor looked down at me, a corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that was partly cocky, partly unsure. He knew exactly who he was. But we were both still figuring out who we were. Our beginning had been sandwiched between years of teenage sniping and weeks of separation. Uncomfortable, given I generally preferred clear steps. Rule books. Plans and procedures.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey back. It’s good to see you,” I ventured, and his face lit, his smile widened.

“It’s good to see you, too, Lis.”

“The Pack’s good?” I asked quietly, not wanting to force him to spread internal struggles through the room, and betting he’d tell me more than he’d said in front of Theo.

“Drama,” he said. “Almost as bad as dealing with vampires.”

“Oh, that’s funny.”

“I thought so.”

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Want and trepidation dancing in the air around us.

“I’m going to Minnesota,” he said. “I’d like you to go with me.”

I stared at him. “You want me to go to Minnesota with you.”

“Yes. Grand Bay, on the north shore of Lake Superior. Beautiful place. My cousin-a second cousin, actually-is being initiated into the Pack, and I’m going. Night to drive, night to attend the initiation, night to drive back.”

“Why would you want a vampire at a Pack initiation?” They were notoriously secretive events, just for family and close friends.

“Maybe I’m interested in your company. Does there always have to be an ulterior motive?”

“I’m a vampire. So yes.”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “Colorado wasn’t the last of the Pack’s troubles. The initiation is happening within a clan-a small community-that’s got issues.”

“What kind of issues?”

“That’s the question. The clan is being mum on the details, and I want a firsthand look at it. I need a firsthand look, but I know I’m biased; you won’t be. And in case there’s trouble, I know you can handle yourself.”

“You’re using me for my sword?” I asked.

“Isn’t that the vampire specialty?” His eyes gleamed.

“One of several,” I said.

“So that’s a yes?”

I wanted to say yes. To drive away with him into darkness and woods, to give ourselves a chance to be together without the pressures of Chicago or our families or their expectations. But this wouldn’t be a vacation, and it wouldn’t be without its own pressures.

I looked around at the crowd. The Pack had noticed Connor and I were talking, and several shifters were watching circumspectly. Others were being perfectly obvious about it, and their gazes were cold. To their minds, vampires were arrogant, calculating, high-maintenance, manipulative. They weren’t going to bother hiding their disgust that a contender for the throne was giving attention to a vampire.

I didn’t see Miranda-one of the Pack’s shifters who tended to hang out here at the HQ. She had feelings for Connor-and negative ones for me, and not just because I was a vampire. Considering her attitude when Connor had announced he was staying in Chicago-and the fact she thought he’d breached his duty to the Pack-I also suspected she had designs on the throne, the desire to be Apex and take the crown from the Keene family. She probably wasn’t the only one.

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1 comment:

  1. great review and i have her on my radar. i chuckled when you talked about miranda. :-)
    sherry @ fundinmental

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