Once the night comes . . .
Will Thorne is living a nightmare, his sanity slowly being drained away by a force he can’t control. His talents have made him the perfect assassin for hire. But as he loses his grip on reality, there is no calming him—until he finds his next target: the mysterious Holly Evernight.
Love must cast aside the shadows . . .
Holly cannot fathom who would put a contract on her life, yet the moment she touches Will, the connection between them is elemental, undeniable—and she’s the only one who can tame his bouts of madness. But other assassins are coming for Holly. Will must transform from killer to protector and find the man who wants Holly dead . . . or his only chance for redemption will be lost.
*Blurb taken from Goodreads*
With each installment of Kristen Callihan’s DARKEST LONDON series, it gets better and better. EVERNIGHT certainly delivered the goods. With this entry to the series, the story threads from the last book carries over and slowly unveils more of the world-building and on-going story arc. William Thorne, who is a Sanguin demon, has lost his memory. The only thing he recalls is that of vengeance towards the person who has irretrievably changed him by giving him a clockwork heart. This also has a nasty side effect of turning him into a man made of platinum which is slowly killing him, as well as giving him unimaginable pain and threatening his sanity. The only thing that keeps him alive is his thirst for hunting down scientist, Holly Evernight, who found a way to transplant clockwork hearts. However, Holly did not envision her talents would be used to torture or to main innocent people, and due to the events in the last book, she is now a hermit living with agoraphobia. But when Will hunts down Holly, instead of killing her, she turns out to be his saving grace from insanity, and because of her talents with metal, she holds the key to healing him.
Can I say that I adore Kristen Callihan’s world-building. It is rich and sumptuous and full of detail and with each book she uncovers another layer which just adds to the world she has created. I also love that with each book the ongoing plot arc intertwines around a central couple, but also carries over more hints with future sub-plots. I think this series has firmly cemented to become one of my favorite paranormal series.
I found EVERNIGHT had one of the strongest romance in this series yet. I loved that both Holly and Will had issues, and it helped to balance each other out in a lot of ways as well as challenging each other. And they really do in this book! I loved the spark and snark and the banter which is full of witty comebacks which helps to ignite their romance. I also enjoyed how Will slowly realises his feelings change from antagonism towards Holly to being loyal alpha protector and that was a fantastic transformation. I also loved how Holly slowly melts and deals with her agoraphobia and fears from the events in the last book. But overall, I really loved the contrast and the dynamics that came out with Will’s primal self which is focused on sex and blood as well as earthly pleasures while Holly was all logic, scientific and fact base. I was especially enraptured with their first love scene, which was built up beautifully with sexual tension and it was pretty explosive to see them consummate their relationship. They also really worked as a partnership but as a romance it was utterly enchanting to see unfold, because they both needed each other which became a strength for their relationship. And I especially in the backdrop of the vibrant and imaginative world that Kristen Callihan has created!
There is also a couple of subplots that further the overarching mythology and plot–most notably Adam, the mysterious figure who is the creators of the GIMS which has left me very intrigued and curious on how the next book will unfold. There was also cameos and appearances of previous characters from other books. Yet with the way events happened in this book, it really feels like the cusp of a game changer in the series which I am eagerly looking forward to.
EVERNIGHT is an awesome entry to DARKEST LONDON series. I loved the romance which was filled with sexual tension and snarky, witty banter which enriched the love story as well as the characters who were truly memorable. The intricate ongoing arc also comes to a head with major repercussions that will add to the mythology of the series. Overall, I was enthralled with the action, rich imagination and the romance which kept me highly entertained. If you have not picked this series up yet, I implore you to do so because this is one of the best steampunk paranormal series which just encapsulate a vivid world with a refreshing take on supernatural creatures with wit and style!
I give EVERNIGHT an A-
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Cool, hard, smooth, hot. The texture of his skin was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The metal made it smooth and cool and hard. Where not altered by metal, his skin was like hot satin, only silkier and tight with strength.
His flesh twitched beneath her palms as she mapped his chest. Every breath he took sounded loud and clear in her ears. And all the while, he watched her.
A quiver rippled along the backs of her thighs, up over her bottom, and crawled along her spine. Damn it, she was better than this. She was not a creature of base desires, but of logic and restraint. Her breath moved in and out, a slow, steady rhythm as she stroked him.
Neither of them spoke. The crackle of the fire in the grate, along with the occasional creak of the house settling, surrounded them. Beneath heavy lids, Thorne tracked her every move. And her touch grew unsteady. A momentary weakness he jumped upon.
“Does it feel good to you?” he drawled, low and easy. “Touching me?”
Instantly, the space between her legs clenched tight. Holly kept her touch impersonal. She could not live with the ignominy of revealing her wants to Thorne, who would treat her weakness as a bloody good joke. “It is a task. Just like any other.” A bald-faced lie if ever she told one.
His nostrils flared, the platinum in his eyes shining bright. “Then why do I smell your cunny growing wet with need?”
Holly stopped, her palm flat against his pectoral muscle, as more slick heat flooded her sex. Oh, this was beyond the pale. What on earth had gotten into the blasted demon? “Being crude is not going to get a rise out of me, Mr. Thorne.”
A small, cruel smile curled his lips. “Not going to deny it, are you, Miss Evernight?”
“Blather.” She took up stroking an area tangled with platinum webbing with more force than necessary. “That is all you’re about. Ridiculous blather. And I will not engage in such nonsense.”
Holly concentrated on pulling the metal from him. Not on his scent, clean and pleasing in the space between them. Or the way his skin grew increasingly warmer.
When he spoke again, it was soft, teasing. “Do you know that when I said “cunny” your sweet scent grew stronger?”
Again she stopped. His dense muscles tightened beneath her nails. “Mr. Thorne—”
“Do you wonder,” he whispered, holding her gaze with his, “if my cock is affected?” A dark brow lifted, his fangs glinting. “If it is more metal than flesh? Hard for you?”
She would not look down at the appendage in question. It was difficult enough to pretend each time that she wasn’t aware of that part of him, or that she hadn’t seen it grow and lengthen beneath the covers. Oh, she knew precisely how long and thick he was, and precisely how aroused. Each and every time.
His gaze upon her burned. “Do you want to see my cock, Miss Evernight? Feel it move inside of you?”
Gods, he made her feel empty, made her want to be filled up. Her hands turned to fists. “Stop it. Now, Mr. Thorne.”
He rose up on his elbows, his white hair sliding over his broad and dusky shoulders, his defined abdomen tightening. “Or. What?”
Holly sat back on the stool by the table, placing her hands upon her lap so that he wouldn’t see them trembling. “Why are you doing this?”
She could not look away from the black and platinum starburst of his gaze, so very brilliant. So very angry and taunting. Her nails dug into her palms. “Find your amusement elsewhere.”
His lean hips canted just a bit, an utterly crude gesture that held her in thrall. “I’d rather find it with you.”
“I’m helping you, aren’t I?” She hated how the words came out in a near-desperate pitch. But he had to stop. Agitation had her breath coming on hard and fast, pressing her now-heavy breasts against her too-tight bodice.
“Helping me,” he scoffed. “Do not skew this into some act of kindness. You do so that I won’t kill you.”
“Is it kindness that you want?” She laughed without humor. “A funny way you go about getting it.” She leaned forward in her anger. “Why are you saying these things? Truly? Why are you acting like such a… disgusting arse?”
He shot upright, his chest bumping into hers before she backed away a pace as if seared. “Because you never react during these torture sessions,” he ground out. “Because I want that rise out of you. I want you to…” He bared his teeth, those evil-looking fangs growing longer. “I want to know if you feel—”
His teeth ground together, his eyes wild and silver-black.
“Feel?” she prompted as if her heart wasn’t beating madly.
“Anything!” he roared. “Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You touch me every day. You rub your hands all over me. And nothing! Not a flicker of emotion. As if I didn’t exist.” The expanse of his chest heaved with exertion, the sinewy muscles along his abdomen clenching. “And all the while I’m lying here aching, fucking dying to… You’re driving me to insanity,” he finished with a wild shout. “And it means exactly nothing to you—”
She grabbed hold of the back of his neck and kissed him. Just as she’d wanted to, her lips claiming his parted ones, shutting off the stream of words that flowed from him. His lips were soft and warm, and touching them set off a rush of lust that coursed along her limbs. He froze, going so tense that his neck felt like ice. For all of one second. And then he attacked. His hands plunged into her hair and gripped the sides of her head as he fell back, hauling her with him, devouring her with quick, biting kisses, punctuated by helpless groans.
Breathless and dizzy, she answered every kiss, opening her mouth when his mouth demanded it. They both shivered when their tongues slid together.
“Hell,” he moaned, licking along her bottom lip. “Hell, I knew you’d taste so bloody good.” He angled his head, plunging his tongue in deep as his hands held her captive. The gesture wicked and decadent. Grunting, he spun them, pressing her into the table with the strength of his body. His thigh nudged between hers, and her skirts slid up. Instantly, his hand was there, long fingers trailing along her skin. “I’m not stopping,” he growled into her mouth. “So don’t ask me to.”
Holly tore her lips from his and grabbed a handful of silken hair. She held him fast and hard. “You’ll stop if I say so.”
Thorne paused, his lips brushing hers as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Hot, black eyes bore into her. “Are you asking me to stop?” He was so still and careful that she knew he would, despite his claim.
A fire raged through her veins. And the need to suckle his curved lower lip had her voice turning rough. “No.”