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“I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne—if I can stay alive long enough to claim it.”

After eluding relentless assassination attempts by Prince Cel, her cousin and rival for the Faerie crown, Meredith Gentry, Los Angeles private eye, has a whole new set of problems. To become queen, she must bear a child before Cel can father one of his own. But havoc lies on the horizon: people are dying in mysterious, frightening ways, and suddenly the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. So now, while she enjoys the greatest pleasures of her life attempting to conceive a baby with the warriors of her royal guard, she must fend off an ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality. And that’s just her day job. . . .

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Laurell K. Hamilton is the New York Times bestselling author of the Meredith Gentry novels: A Kiss of Shadows, A Caress of Twilight, Seduced by Moonlight, A Stroke of Midnight, Mistral’s Kiss, as well as fifteen acclaimed Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, novels. She is a full-time writer; she lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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"I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne—if I can stay alive long enough to claim it."

After eluding relentless assassination attempts by Prince Cel, her cousin and rival for the Faerie crown, Meredith Gentry, Los Angeles private eye, has a whole new set of problems. To become queen, she must bear a child before Cel can father one of his own. But havoc lies on the horizon: people are dying in mysterious, frightening ways, and suddenly the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. So now, while she enjoys the greatest pleasures of her life attempting to conceive a baby with the warriors of her royal guard, she must fend off an ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality. And that's just her day job. . . .

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""I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne--if I can stay alive long enough to claim it."
After eluding relentless assassination attempts by Prince Cel, her cousin and rival for the Faerie crown, Meredith Gentry, Los Angeles private eye, has a whole new set of problems. To become queen, she must bear a child before Cel can father one of his own. But havoc lies on the horizon: people are dying in mysterious, frightening ways, and suddenly the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. So now, while she enjoys the greatest pleasures of her life attempting to conceive a baby with the warriors of her royal guard, she must fend off an ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality. And that's just her day job. . . . --This text refers to the mass_market edition.

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Moonlight silvered the room, painting the bed in a hundred shades of grey, white, and black. The two men in the bed were deeply asleep. So deeply that when I’d crawled out from between them, they’d barely stirred. My skin glowed white with the kiss of moonlight. The pure bloodred of my hair looked black. I’d pulled on a silk robe, because it was chilly. People can talk about sunny California, but in the wee hours of the night, when dawn is but a distant dream, it’s still chilly. The night that fell like a soft blessing through my window was a December night. If I’d been home in Illinois, there would have been the smell of snow, crisp enough, almost, to melt along the tongue. Cold enough to sear the lungs. So cold it was like breathing icy fire. That was the way air was supposed to taste in early December. The breeze crawling through the window at my back held the dry tang of eucalyptus and the distant smell of the sea. Salt, water, and something else, that indefinable scent that says ocean, not lake, nothing usable, nothing drinkable. You can die of thirst on the shores of an ocean.

For three years I’d stood on the shores of this particular ocean and died a little bit every day. Not literally—I’d have survived—but mere survival can get pretty lonely. I’d been born Princess Meredith Nic- Essus, a member of the high court of faerie. I was a real-life faerie princess, the only one ever born on American soil. When I vanished from sight about three years ago, the media had gone crazy. Sightings of the missing Elven American Princess had rivaled Elvis sightings. I’d been spotted all around the world. In reality I’d been in Los Angeles the entire time. I’d hidden myself, been just plain Meredith Gentry, Merry to my friends. Just another human with fey ancestry working for the Grey Detective Agency, where we specialized in supernatural problems, magical solutions.

Legend says that a fey exiled from faerie will wither and fade, die. That’s both true and untrue. I have enough human blood in my background that being surrounded by metal and technology doesn’t bother me. Some of the lesser fey would literally wither and die in a man-made city. But most fey can manage in a city; they may not be happy, but they can survive. But part of them does wither, that part that knows that not all the butterflies you see are actually butterflies. That part that has seen the night sky filled with a rushing of wings like a hurricane wind, wings of flesh and scale to make humans whisper of dragons and demons; that part that has seen the sidhe ride by on horses made of starlight and dreams. That part begins to die.

I hadn’t been exiled; I’d fled, because I couldn’t survive the assassination attempts. I just didn’t have the magic or the political clout to protect myself. I’d saved my life but lost something else. I’d lost the touch of faerie. I’d lost my home.

Now, leaning on my windowsill with the smell of the Pacific Ocean on the air, I looked down at the two men and knew I was home. They were both high-court sidhe, Unseelie sidhe, part of that darkling throng that I might someday rule if I could stay ahead of the assassins. Rhys lay on his stomach, one hand hanging off the bed, the other lost under his pillow. Even in repose that one visible arm was muscled. His hair was a shining fall of white curls caressing his bare shoulders, trailing down the strong line of his back. The right side of his face was pressed to the pillow, and so I couldn’t see the scars where his eye had been taken. His cupid-bow mouth was turned upward, half smiling in his sleep. He was boyishly handsome and would be forever.

Nicca lay curled on his side. Awake, his face was handsome, bordering on pretty; asleep, he had the face of an angelic child. Innocent he looked, fragile. Even his body was softer, less muscled. His hands were still rough from sword practice, and there was muscle under the velvet smoothness of his skin, but he was soft compared to the other guards, more courtier than mercenary. The face did, and did not, match the body. He was just over six feet, most of it long, long legs; his slender waist and long, graceful arms balanced all that length. Most of Nicca was shades of brown. His skin was the color of pale milk chocolate, and the hair that fell in a straight fall to his knees was a rich, dark true brown. Not brunette, but the color of fresh turned leaves that had lain a long, long time on the forest floor until when stirred they were a rich, moist brown, something you could plunge your hands into and come away wet and smelling of new life.

In the moonlit dark I couldn’t see his back, or even the tops of his shoulders clearly. Most of him was lost under the sheet. It was his back that held the biggest surprise. His father had been something with butterfly wings, something not sidhe but still fey. Genetics had traced his back with wings like a giant tattoo, except more vibrant, more alive than any ink or paint could make it. From his upper shoulders down his back across his buttocks flowing over his thighs to touch the backs of his knees was a play of color: buff brown, yellow tans, circles of blue and pink and black like eyespots on the wings of a moth.

He rested in the dark drained of color so that he and Rhys were like two shadows wrapped in the bed, one pale, one dark, though there were darker things to be had than Nicca, much darker.

The bedroom door opened soundlessly, and as if I’d conjured him by my thoughts, Doyle eased into the room. He shut the door behind him, as soundlessly as he’d opened it. I never understood how he did that. If I’d opened the door, it would have made noise. But when Doyle wanted to, he moved like the fall of night itself, soundless, weightless, undetectable until you realized the light was gone and you were alone in the dark with something you couldn’t see. His nickname was the Queen’s Darkness, or simply Darkness. The Queen would say, “Where is my Darkness? Bring me my Darkness,” and this meant that soon someone would bleed, or die. But now, strangely, he was my Darkness.

Nicca was brown, but Doyle was black. Not the black of human skin, but the complete blackness of a midnight sky. He didn’t vanish in the darkened room, because he was darker than the moonlit shadows, a dark shape gliding toward me. His black jeans and black T-shirt fit his body like a second skin. I’d never seen him wear anything that wasn’t monochromatic except jewelry and blades. Even his shoulder holster and gun were black.

I pushed away from the window to stand as he moved toward me. He had to stop gliding at the foot of the king-size bed, because there was barely room to squeeze between the bed and the closet doors. It was impressive simply to watch Doyle slide along the wall without brushing the bed. He was over a foot taller than I was and probably outweighed me by a hundred pounds, most of it muscle. I’d have bumped into the bed a half-dozen times, at least. He eased through the narrow space as if anybody should have been able to do it.

The bed took up most of the bedroom, so when Doyle finally reached me, we were forced to stand nearly touching. He managed to keep a fraction of distance so that not even our clothing brushed. It was an artificial distance. It would have been more natural to touch, and the very fact that he worked so hard not to touch me made it the more awkward. It bothered me, but I’d stopped arguing with Doyle about his distance. When questioned, he only said, “I want to be special to you, not just one of the mob.” At first it had seemed noble; now it was just irritating. The light was stronger here by the window, and I could see some of that delicate curve of his high cheekbones, the too-sharp chin, the curved points to his ears, and the silver gleam of earrings that traced the cartilage all the way to the small hoops in the very pointed tops. Only the pointed ears betrayed that he was a mixed-blood like myself, like Nicca. He could have hidden the ears with all that hair, but he almost never did. His raven black hair was as it usually was, in a tight braid that made his hair looked clipped and short from the front, but the braid’s tip hung to his ankles.

He whispered, “I heard something.” His voice was always low and dark like thick candied liqueur for the ear instead of the tongue.

I stared up at him. “Something, or me moving around?”

His lips gave that twitch that was the closest he usually came to a smile. “You.”

I shook my head, hands crossed over my stomach. “I have two guards in bed with me and that’s not protection enough?” I whispered back.

“They are good men, but they are not me.”

I frowned at him. “Are you saying you don’t trust anyone but you to keep me safe?” Our voices sounded quiet, peaceful almost, like the voices of parents whispering over sleeping children. It was comforting to know that Doyle was this alert. He was one of the greatest warriors of all the sidhe. It was good to have him on my side.

“Frost . . . perhaps,” he said.

I shook my head; my hair had grown out just enough to tickle the tops of my shoulders. “The Queen’s Ravens are the finest warriors that faerie has to offer, and you say no one is your equal. You arrogant . . .”

He didn’t so much step closer—we were standing too close for that—he merely moved, pressing close enough that the hem of my robe brushed his legs. The moonlight glinted off the short necklace he always wore, a tiny jeweled spider hanging from the delicate silver chain. He bent his face down so that his breath pushed against my face. “I could kill you before either of them knew what had happened.”

The threat sped my pulse faster. I knew he wouldn’t harm me. I knew it, and yet . . . and yet. I’d seen Doyle kill with his hands before, empty of weapons, only his strength of flesh and magic. Standing, touching in the intimate darkness, I knew beyond certainty that if he wished me dead, he could do it, and not I or the two sleeping guards behind me would be able to stop him.

I couldn’t win a fight, but there were other things to do when pressed together in the dark, things that could distract or disarm as well or better than a blade. I turned minutely toward him so that my face was pressed into the curve of his neck; my lips moved against his skin as I spoke. I felt his pulse speed pressed against my cheek. “You don’t want to hurt me, Doyle.”

His lower lip brushed the curve of my ear, almost but not quite a kiss. “I could kill all three of you.”

There was a sharp mechanical sound from behind us, the sound of a gun being cocked. It was loud enough in the stillness that I jumped.

“I don’t think you could kill all three of us,” Rhys said. His voice was clear, precise, no hint of sleep in it. He was simply awake, pointing a gun at Doyle’s back, or at least I assumed that’s what he was doing. I couldn’t see around the bulk of Doyle’s body; and Doyle, as far as I knew, didn’t have eyes in the back of his head, so he had to guess what Rhys was doing, too.

“A double-action handgun doesn’t need to be cocked to fire, Rhys,” Doyle said, voice calm, even amused. But I couldn’t see his face to see if his expression matched his tone; we’d both frozen in our almost embrace.

“I know,” Rhys said, “a little melodramatic, but you know what they say: One scary sound is worth a thousand threats.”

I spoke, my mouth still touching the warm skin of Doyle’s neck. “They don’t say that.” Doyle hadn’t moved, and I was afraid to, afraid to set something in motion that I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want any accidents tonight.

“They should,” Rhys said.

The bed creaked behind us. “I have a gun pointed at your head, Doyle.” It was Nicca’s voice. But not calm, no, a definite thread of anxiety wove his words together. Rhys’s voice had held no fear; Nicca’s held enough for both of them. But I didn’t have to see Nicca to know the gun was trained nice and steady, the finger already on the trigger. After all, Doyle had trained him.

I felt the tension leave Doyle’s body, and he raised his face just enough so that he was no longer speaking into my skin. “Perhaps I couldn’t slay you all, but I could kill the princess before you could kill me, and then your lives would mean nothing. The Queen would hurt you much more than I ever could for allowing her heir to be slaughtered.”

I could see his face now. Even by moonlight he was relaxed, his eyes distant, not really looking at me anymore. He was too intent on the lesson he was teaching his men, to care about me.

I braced my back against the wall, but he paid no attention to the small movement. I put a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed. It made him stand up straighter, but there really wasn’t room for him to go anywhere but on the bed.

“Stop it, all of you,” I said, and I made sure my voice rang in the room. I glared up at Doyle. “Get away from me.”

He gave a small bow using just his neck for there wasn’t room for anything more formal, then he backed up, hands out to his sides to show himself empty-handed to the other guards. He ended between the bed and the wall with no room to maneuver. Rhys was half on his back, gun pointed one-handed as he followed Doyle’s movement around the room. Nicca was standing on the far side of the bed, gun held two-handed in a standard shooter’s stance. They were still treating Doyle like a threat, and I was tired of it. --This text refers to the mass_market edition.

Amazon.com Review

Faerie princess and private detective Meredith Gentry juggles love, sex, intrigue, magic, and more in this witty and sensual novel from Laurell K. Hamilton. Merry has her hands full: she's desperate to conceive a child and thereby claim the Unseelie throne; she's the target of intrigue from both the Seelie and Unseelie Courts; her newest client is an exiled goddess with a secret that could get them all killed; and a hideous fey force that alarms even her formidable lover-warriors is loose in Los Angeles.

A Caress of Twilight is infused with Hamilton's characteristic appealing blend of sex, magic, wit, and romantic dilemma. The mystery takes a back seat to the concerns of Faerie power and politics, making the book less balanced, but Merry's growth in leadership and power, along with a bang-up ending, won't leave fans disappointed. Readers new to Hamilton might be advised to start with A Kiss of Shadows or the extremely popular Anita Blake series. --Roz Genessee

--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

From Booklist

In the second Meredith Gentry adventure (the first: A Kiss of Shadows, 2000), Hamilton weaves the modern and magical seamlessly in a compelling tale of the effects of three kinds of power--magical, sexual, and the most dangerous, political. Meredith Nic-Essus, a real-life faerie princess, is hiding in plain sight in Los Angeles as Meredith Gentry. Living in L.A. has kept her alive, but being away from magic has cost her power. Her queen has placed Meredith in line for the Unseelie crown, provided she can beat her cousin Cel, who is being punished for trying to have Merry assassinated, at producing an heir. While Merry tries to conceive the requisite child, she needs to recover all her magic to battle powerful evils and oblige the faerie queen of Hollywood, Maeve Reed, who is mysteriously exiled from the Seelie court. As Merry negotiates the political minefield between the Seelie and Unseelie courts, she also has to get to the bottom of a rash of magical murders. Terrence Miltner
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From Publishers Weekly

In the second R-rated outing (after 2000's A Kiss of Shadows) from bestseller Hamilton to feature bright and winsome faery princess Meredith Gentry, the unlikely shamus, who runs an L.A. detective agency with a staff of faery musclemen (plus a pet goblin), seems to spend almost as much time pondering her position in the fey world as attending to her client, glamorous film star Maeve Reed, actually a Seelie goddess, who needs Meredith's help in getting pregnant. Meredith does what she can for Maeve, although she has troubles enough of her own in the conception game. As one of two possible heirs to the Unseelie throne, the other being her nasty cousin, Prince Cel, Meredith must produce her own child and then, by faery tradition, marry her partner. It isn't easy, since any father must be kingly material, but our heroine is a game lass, and her failure is not for lack of trying. In an exciting climax, the LAPD Bureau of Human and Fey Affairs summons Meredith to battle a fearsome, crawling, tentacled and slobbering monster, the Nameless, which was too blithely created by opposing faery courts her own, the Unseelie, ruled by her millennium-old aunt, Queen Andais, and the Seelie, ruled by the ruthless and equally ancient King Taranis. More attention to the detective motif might have made the story more fun, but steamy prose and Meredith's obsessive personal conflicts should keep the faithful turning the pages. (Apr. 2)Forecast: With a 10-city author tour, national print advertising and the success of last year's Narcissus in Chains and other novels in her Anita Blake vampire series, Hamilton should make another run at the bestseller lists.
Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

From Library Journal

Meredith is a Faerie princess who also happens to work as a private investigator in Los Angeles, and her newest case prompts a strange proposal from the Faerie king. This genre blending seems to work; Hamilton has already achieved New York Times bestsellerdom.
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

From AudioFile

Laural Merlington reads with professionalism and technical finesse but contributes little to the suspense and intrigue of this X-rated sensual novel. Hamilton combines the complex politics of the Celtic fairy world with the modern-day setting of Los Angeles to create a fascinating and intricate plot. Merlington uses accents, pacing, and volume to characterize the cast of goddesses, warriors, goblins, monsters, the Seelie, and the Unseelie. Her style for the heroine, PI Meredith Gentry, is believable, but the murder mystery plays a minor role to the sex, wit, and romance. Listeners will be surprised by the ending but may lose interest before they get there. S.C.A. © AudioFile 2002, Portland, Maine-- Copyright © AudioFile, Portland, Maine --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

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"'Real heart-pumping stuff'" * Bookseller * --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B001O2MQBE
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Ryan Southwick

Poor, exhausted Merry

Reviewed in the United States on April 15, 2019

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A Caress of Twilight follows Merry Gentry and her gaggle of hunky man meat through another combination of twisted sidhe court politics and supernatural detective adventure. No, the queen’s disposition hasn’t improved. Yes, Merry gets plenty of action from her sexy, brooding, conflicted boy toys. And most of it happens from the confines of her kinky—er, dinky one-bedroom apartment, a.k.a. Grand Central Station thanks to the fey ability to use any normal mirror as a communication device without announcing themselves.

Merry is learning that tough decisions are required of an aspiring candidate for the Unseelie Court throne. Her suitors are there to guide her, of course, providing wisdom between banging sessions, where each are racing to see who can make her pregnant first and become king by Merry’s side. It’s a hard job (yes, I said it), but someone has to do it, and who better than a cast of ungodly (or in some cases, godly) gorgeous men who’ve been sexually repressed for the last thousand years? It’s no wonder most of the story occurs within her apartment, because I don’t think the poor girl could walk if she wanted to.

The story starts and stops, which is fine because in between we learn more about her suitors: Darkness Doyle, Green Galen, Perma Frost, Little Kitto, Unrifled Rhys, and a new micro suitor that I won’t spoil for you. We also learn more about Merry, her past, and the depth of her powers, setting her up to be a formidable queen indeed.

All in all, if you liked the first book in the series, you won’t be disappointed with this one, if only sympathetically exhausted for the protagonist.

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Shyla

A Caress of Twilight

Reviewed in the United States on September 13, 2020

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Merry has the men to try to get pregnant and yet she has not. She has done a fertility spell for another Fey who was cast out from the Seelie Court for dissatisfying the king but still Merry is not pregnant. What can she do? Unfortunately a magical creature is after the cast out fey and Merry must save her and everyone who comes in contact with it. How can she do so much and save everyone who matters? How can she be safe herself? She must figure out how to save everyone before it becomes too late.

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Casey C

Great work

Reviewed in the United States on July 31, 2014

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Ok, book #2 in the Merry Gentry series!

I still am a little hesitant with this series, just because I see some seriously mixed reviews. Between my Goodreads friends, real-life friends, and other bloggers...there really is no consistency.

That being said...I really did like the second book.

I felt more comfortable in A Caress of Twilight than I did in A Kiss of Shadows, mostly because the main characters we've finally met and gotten to know more as well as the life of being a sidhe.

I've read fantasy books before that revolve around the fae (mostly Karen Marie Moning's Fever series), so I understood most of it. But the first book did have a lot of important information that I probably didn't pay enough attention to, but now I understand a whole lot more after reading this book.

Ok...

So, Merry is back in LA with all of her guards/lovers. We have Frost (yum), Doyle, Galen, Rhys, Nicca, and Kitto (not a guard but more 'pet'). She is having her fun romps on the sacks with all so far except Doyle and Galen...both for very different reasons. Though, in this book we finally get to the bottom of what's going on with Galen as well as some unexpected turn of events in the sack for our little Miss. Meredith.

Merry and the boys have had to take a step back from the PI business because of the bad stuff going down with the Nameless and some crazy group deaths. Lots of time for plotting and planning without having to go into work for now, huh?! Or maybe, just some extra time for some lovin...yea, not so much really. LOL

We still have our little humor bits here and there, and we even having feelings of love floating in the air.

Merry is definitely a very special heroine. She is very educated and knowledgeable about the faerie life and those that live in it. I love her brain and her personality! Dare I think I like her more than Anita Blake.....no....not yet, but she's could be in the running!

Great book. Laurell K. Hamilton did another great job!

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C Thilmany

Eventful story

Reviewed in the United States on May 26, 2014

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Merry is back working for the Grey Detective Agency in L.A. along with some of her guards. Her one bedroom apartment is too small for the five guards plus Kitto, the small snake goblin she's taken on for six months in order to have the goblins as allies. It's difficult to find a place they can afford for so many people.

Maeve Reed, a prominent Hollywood actress for fifty years and a former goddess of the Seelie Court, wants a favor from Merry, which she'll only agree to if Maeve will share the secret to why she was banished, and the reason could rock the balance of power.

Politics and the mystery of what has been unleashed by the sidhe and how to stop it take up the majority of this second story. Merry has to negotiate with the demi-fey, a number of members from the Seelie Court as well as her aunt. Each of the different courts and types of fey has their own cultures and rules.

And because she's trying to get pregnant and keep all of the guards--who'd been forced to be celibate under their queen--happy, sex is a common activity. Sex with Doyle for the first time is especially eventful.

Action, humor, mystery, politics and sex round out this story that fit a number of genres. We learn more about the guards and the world of the fey. A great job at character and world building.

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learna francis

Was very very slow till the last 2-3 chapters

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 12, 2020

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This book was very very slow, it wasn’t till the last 2 or 3 chapters that it actually got to where it was heading. Was a bit disappointed as I binge read all Anita Blake, but the price for these books are exceptionally high compared to Anita Blake and so much slower. I would happily pay the price of this book for Anita Blake but not happy with the pricing for this book.
I still want to know what the princess is all about so I guess it has done its job in wanting to know more, but it was painfully slow.

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5 stars!

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on May 22, 2021

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K. Hamiltons books! I can't actually tell you how many times I have re-read both this series and the Anita Blake series. If you havent read any yet i strongly recommend you do!
If you enjoy mystery, magic, lots of steamy scenes and even hotter men you absolutely cannot go wrong.

Gillian Heath

Laurel Hamilton is fabulous.

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I only began buying Meredith Gentry because I had run out of Anita Blake: I was not disappointed!

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love the book, bought the whole series, author is the best

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