~ 4 Tainted Kiss Stars ~
Tainted Kiss is book one in the Watcher’s Kiss series by Sharon Kay.
Ria and Arawn are both Watchers. They have been attracted to each other for some time, but neither one has done anything about it. Not until Ria is hurt. I really liked Ria. She is strong, feisty, and loyal to her friends, family, and comrades. Everything a heroine should be. I also liked Arawn. He is the Commander of the Watchers, leader of the Lush demons, and all the decisions he makes is to protect his race and realm. He does have a deep dark secret that he is desperately trying to keep hidden and he knows it will disgust everyone.
We get some great sexual tension between Ria and Arawn and once these two give in, boy oh boy, do the pages heat up. There is a new evil that our characters must fight. The storyline was intriguing and kept me glued to the pages. I also enjoyed the world and secondary characters.
This is my first experience with Sharon Kay and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I did feel like I was missing something thou. Like there should or are books before Tainted Kiss. This feeling comes from how the author started Tainted Kiss with a war that just ended, someone in a comma, and already we have several Watcher couples mated together. I did a little research and the Watcher’s Kiss series is a spin off from her Solsti Prophecy series.
Can you read this one without having read the Solsti Prophecy series? Yes you can, but you might get better enjoyment and understanding of the world and it’s characters if you read the Solsti Prophecy first. I plan on reading her other series, so I have the full scope of things.
Overall, Tainted Kiss was a marvelous read, for not having read the other series first.
*Disclaimer: ARC copy provided by Author with the sole purpose of an honest review. All thoughts, comments and ratings are my own.
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He always told her to wake up. The male voice was always light, almost teasing as it cut into the sluggish images that chased across her mind, disturbing them in a way that was surprising and wonderful. Wake up. But in his deep voice there was also a need. Not urgent, but…something different.
He wanted her to wake up. To join him. There was a tenderness in his voice that made no sense. Was she dreaming? This man, her leader, wasn’t patient.
Her thoughts were muddled, a jumble of questions and darkness. Certain voices echoed in her head now and then. Voices of people who loved her. Nearby and hushed. His voice, always, talking to her.
“Wake up. Now.”
Wait. This time, she heard it in her ears as well as her foggy brain. Ria forced heavy eyes open.
Bright lights. His huge body near her. Her left hand, impossibly warm…held in his?
He’s here. And his head was lowered over their hands.
Soft words whispered…what had he said?
What was happening? Am I dead? Something amazing and peaceful surrounded her inside and out, a feeling of belonging and…and rightness. And it had to do with him.
Abruptly his fingers tightened on hers, the trace of softness gone.
Powerless to do anything but stare, she was transfixed by his dark hair and impossibly wide shoulders. So she caught every nuance in his eyes when he lifted his head and started to push up from his chair.
She caught the resigned look of tenderness that flickered when he first looked up.
She caught the slice of absolute shock when he met her open eyes.
She caught the genuine smile he gave her. Gods, he rarely smiled. She tried to smile too, couldn’t help it. He looked like a warrior god created just for her. If this were a dream, she wanted to live here forever. Stay.
He was getting up.
No! “St—” Her voice was barely a whisper, cracking through the dry tissues of her throat. Did he even hear her?
Dark eyes wide, he leaned closer. Brooding, big, a swift protective presence. “Ria! Holy gods. Can you hear me?”
She nodded and opened her mouth to try to say more.
“Don’t try to talk yet.” He still held her hand in his much larger ones, concern and wonder on his handsome face.
His name burst like a firework in her mind. The Lash demons’ uncompromising Commander. His voice was the one that had cajoled her and ordered her to wake up.
She didn’t know why he was here, or why she was here for that matter. All she knew was this huge, lethal man was one hundred percent focused on her. He almost always looked ready to tear something apart, rarely cracking a smile.
But now, the grin he wore would have brought her to her knees, if she hadn’t already been in a bed.
And why, exactly, was she in bed? She glanced around, taking in the pale green walls. This wasn’t her room. She didn’t have a painting of the black sand beach of Tarsa on her wall. “Where am I?” Her voice rasped over the words.
“Already ignoring that I told you not to talk.” But his eyes twinkled. “You’re in the medical wing. Gods, it’s good to see you in the realm of the living.” He pulled out his phone and dialed. “Ashina. Get in here. She’s awake.”
Ashina…Ria knew that name. The healer. “What do you mean, the realm of the living?”
“You decided to take a month off.” He spoke wryly, but that grin remained in place. “And you didn’t request permission.”
Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and didn’t expect to write one book, let alone a series. But WICKED WIND and the Solsti series formed in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.