He has stolen her past, but MacKayla will never allow her sister’s murderer to take her future. Yet even the uniquely gifted sidhe-seer is no match for the Lord Master, who has unleashed an insatiable sexual craving that consumes Mac’s every thought—and thrusts her into the seductive realm of two very dangerous men, both of whom she desires but dares not trust.
As the enigmatic Jericho Barrons and the sensual Fae prince V’lane vie for her body and soul, as cryptic entries from her sister’s diary mysteriously appear and the power of the Dark Book weaves its annihilating path through the city, Mac’s greatest enemy delivers a final challenge.…
It’s an invitation Mac cannot refuse, one that sends her racing home to Georgia, where an even darker threat awaits. With her parents missing and the lives of her loved ones under siege, Mac is about to come face-to-face with a soul-shattering truth—about herself and her sister, about Jericho Barrons…and about the world she thought she knew.
Source: I purchased a Kindle copy.
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Review:
I love this series so much. The beginning of Dreamfever was insane. I had no idea what would happen to Mac and if she’d ever be normal again after what happened at the end of Faefever. I loved getting Mac’s point of view during her time as Priya and watching Barrons work with her to regain her own self again. The new Mac was awesome. Throughout each of her trials, she ended up coming out as a wiser and more kick ass Mac, but nothing compares to her recovering from being a Priya.
It is hard to review Dreamfever because so much happened, but each event changed the course of the rest, so to talk about how crazy one thing was, I’d have to go into detail about how things got that way in the first place. It’s already too much information to talk about Mac being a Priya.
Dreamfever is, so far, the best book in the series. I think I’m starting to be #TeamBarrons, but I can’t be sure yet. So much happens, Mac ends up central to just about every conflict, and she winds up in a horrible situation. Dreamfever ripped my heart out as often as it surprised me, made me melt, made me swoon, and kept me on the edge of my seat.
"'Our sex is fierce. We will both be bruised. "I want it to always be like this,' I tell him.
'Try holding onto that thought.'
'I do not need to try. I will never feel differently.'
His laughter is as dark and cold as the place of which I dream, 'One day you will wonder if it's possible to hate me more.'"