Publisher: Entangled
Date of Publication: October 26,
2016
Book Description:
Elizabeth Tanner has one goal: to
find her mother in whatever dimension she’s imprisoned. But to do that, she has
to face her estranged father, and to do that, she needs a shot of whiskey…or
seven. But after an attempt on her life and the return of her lost love, she
wakes up with one hell of a hangover and a whole barrage of questions.
Finn O’Connell doesn’t know why
the Fianna want him to aid Elizabeth in her search, but he’ll take any excuse
to be near her again. Together, they dive headlong into the shadows of her
mother’s secrets and find themselves embroiled in a Fae rebellion that will
test Finn’s loyalties and their love.
With the Faerie realm verging on
chaos, Elizabeth and Finn will embark on a quest that will lead them from the
streets of Chicago to London’s seedy Fae underground. But rescuing Elizabeth’s
mother means journeying to a place Finn can’t follow, and Elizabeth is forced
to make a choice between finding her at last or saving her own soul.
My Thoughts...
Children of the Veil is the second book in the Aisling
Chronicles Series. The story picks up
where the first one ended. My only
complaint is that there was no lead in.
With the number of books I read and the length of time between book 1
and book 2 I needed to go back and refresh my memory as to what had happen at
the end of book 1.
Now onto all the good
stuff, the amazing storyline, and the wonderful characters. Elizabeth is searching for her
mother. The mother who has never been
around but gave her the part of her that is fae. She has to face her father, who is not such
a great dad, and search through history to find out what has happen to
her. Finn, Elizabeth’s boyfriend, is
sometimes helpful and sometimes secretive.
I understand that he is trying to protect her but it seems that every
time he leaves her out of something or tries to be sneaky it backfires and
Elizabeth is put in danger.
The story is not a
quick and easy story. There is a lot
happening and a lot of different type’s to keep track of. The story is based on Irish mythology and
is complex. This makes Children of the
Veil a different feel that the other paranormal books I have read. You absolutely have to read the first book
in this series before picking up this one.
But they are both worth reading.
Take the time, find a quiet spot and enjoy!
Teaser
Excerpt:
Elizabeth Tanner has one goal:
find her mother and free her. But after an attempt on her life and the return
of her lost love, her search leads to more questions than answers. Finn
O’Connell doesn’t know why the Fianna want him to help Elizabeth, but he’ll
take any excuse to be near her. Diving into the shadows of her mother’s secrets
throws them into a Fae rebellion that will test their love, and rescuing
Elizabeth’s mother means making a choice between finding her or saving her own
soul.
Excerpt 1
My
legs buckled and he snatched me into his arms, my head lolling against his
chest. I breathed in the smell of leather, fresh folded laundry, and that pure,
manly scent of Finn-ness. God, I had missed him.
“Who…?” I managed to say, the words feeling like caked mud in my mouth.
He didn’t answer, but slipped me into his car and I sank into the leather seat, darkness eating at the edge of my sight. The purring engine lulled me into a daze, and I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, we were stumbling up the stairs to my apartment.
“I live here,” I slurred.
“I know,” Finn mumbled, his muscled arm propping me up. “Where are your keys?”
Snowflakes collected on the crown of his head, his eyebrows knitting together. The curve of his mouth filled my vision, and my fingers slipped over the soft skin, tracing the delicate cupid bow on his top lip. His face softened, multiple Finns swimming through the muted streetlight.
“Mmmmm…” I murmured, running my hand against the side of his face, trying to keep from seeing double. “Stay still.”
He placed a gentle hand over my hand. “Elizabeth, your keys. It’s freezing out here.”
I brought his palm next to my face, brushing my lips against his callused fingers. Need burned through my body, and I fell against his broad chest, covering his mouth with mine with a moan. For a moment, he kissed me back, his hands pressing firm against my shoulders. The falling snow tickled my neck, sending icy trails down my spine, and I pressed into him seeking his warmth. He made a low sound in his throat.
“You’re drunk,” he whispered.
“I don’t care.” I whispered into his ear.
Finn disentangled himself from my arms, and I slipped on a patch of ice, falling on my ass with a giggle. He leaned over me, patting my jeans in search for my keys. His hands strayed to my waist, tickling my side, and I laughed, grabbing his hands.
He hovered over me, his hair grazing the firm line of his jaw. “Elizabeth, stop. I mean it. Where are your keys?”
He rifled in my coat, and something landed on the balcony with a thud. The book of Yeats’ poetry lay in the snow, white powder quickly accumulating on its worn cover. Finn made to grab it, but I snatched it away, wiping it off and sticking it safe back inside my coat. He stared down at me and swallowed hard, the tinkling crystal of falling snow the only sound in the silent street.
“Elizabeth…” He whispered, his hand brushing away a wet lock of hair plastered to my cheek.
I shrugged away, rifling in my jeans pocket for my keys and threw them at him. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I curled up on the balcony, willing the snow to blanket over me, desiring nothing but to become the winter so I could sleep for four months and reemerge whole again. Stinging numbness gripped my fingers and toes, and I shivered, burying my head against my arm.
“Let’s get you inside.” Finn’s arm slipped beneath my shoulders and under my knees.
“Who…?” I managed to say, the words feeling like caked mud in my mouth.
He didn’t answer, but slipped me into his car and I sank into the leather seat, darkness eating at the edge of my sight. The purring engine lulled me into a daze, and I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, we were stumbling up the stairs to my apartment.
“I live here,” I slurred.
“I know,” Finn mumbled, his muscled arm propping me up. “Where are your keys?”
Snowflakes collected on the crown of his head, his eyebrows knitting together. The curve of his mouth filled my vision, and my fingers slipped over the soft skin, tracing the delicate cupid bow on his top lip. His face softened, multiple Finns swimming through the muted streetlight.
“Mmmmm…” I murmured, running my hand against the side of his face, trying to keep from seeing double. “Stay still.”
He placed a gentle hand over my hand. “Elizabeth, your keys. It’s freezing out here.”
I brought his palm next to my face, brushing my lips against his callused fingers. Need burned through my body, and I fell against his broad chest, covering his mouth with mine with a moan. For a moment, he kissed me back, his hands pressing firm against my shoulders. The falling snow tickled my neck, sending icy trails down my spine, and I pressed into him seeking his warmth. He made a low sound in his throat.
“You’re drunk,” he whispered.
“I don’t care.” I whispered into his ear.
Finn disentangled himself from my arms, and I slipped on a patch of ice, falling on my ass with a giggle. He leaned over me, patting my jeans in search for my keys. His hands strayed to my waist, tickling my side, and I laughed, grabbing his hands.
He hovered over me, his hair grazing the firm line of his jaw. “Elizabeth, stop. I mean it. Where are your keys?”
He rifled in my coat, and something landed on the balcony with a thud. The book of Yeats’ poetry lay in the snow, white powder quickly accumulating on its worn cover. Finn made to grab it, but I snatched it away, wiping it off and sticking it safe back inside my coat. He stared down at me and swallowed hard, the tinkling crystal of falling snow the only sound in the silent street.
“Elizabeth…” He whispered, his hand brushing away a wet lock of hair plastered to my cheek.
I shrugged away, rifling in my jeans pocket for my keys and threw them at him. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I curled up on the balcony, willing the snow to blanket over me, desiring nothing but to become the winter so I could sleep for four months and reemerge whole again. Stinging numbness gripped my fingers and toes, and I shivered, burying my head against my arm.
“Let’s get you inside.” Finn’s arm slipped beneath my shoulders and under my knees.
Excerpt
2
Finn stood up and placed his
hands on my shoulders, massaging my sore muscles. I turned my head to the side,
allowing him access to my neck. He rubbed his thumb down my spine, and I let
out a soft moan as the tension in my body released.
“The way you addressed that soldier tonight, and your oath to Phelan,” he said. “I have to admit, I was quite enamored by your display of power.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, Mr. O’Connell.” My fingertips hummed with aisling energy as he brushed my hair aside and kissed me between my shoulder blades. In spite of my exhaustion and everything I learned tonight, my body ached for him.
“I think royalty looks good on you.” He smoothed his hands down my arms, and breathed into my ear. “But then again, I think everything looks good on you, Princess”
I placed my hand over Finn’s. “You just want to see me in a dress again.”
“I suppose I’m still stuck in the 18th century.” He stroked my hair, pulling my wayward curls behind my ears. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to seeing women in trousers.”
I stood up and stretched, turning to the cot in the corner. “Well, get used to it, buddy.” Finn grabbed my ass, and I squealed as he pulled me into his lap, the rickety wooden chair groaning beneath our weight.
“I could get used to these tight blue jeans, however.” Finn moved his hand down my hip. “They are quite flattering in a twenty-first century sort of way.”
“I’m glad you approve,” I breathed into his ear, reaching back and placing his cheek close to mine.
“It’s just that a lady’s skirts made it much easier to do this.” Finn wrapped his arm around my waist and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans.
I gasped, grabbing at his hand—to release me or plunge deeper, I wasn’t sure.
“The way you addressed that soldier tonight, and your oath to Phelan,” he said. “I have to admit, I was quite enamored by your display of power.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, Mr. O’Connell.” My fingertips hummed with aisling energy as he brushed my hair aside and kissed me between my shoulder blades. In spite of my exhaustion and everything I learned tonight, my body ached for him.
“I think royalty looks good on you.” He smoothed his hands down my arms, and breathed into my ear. “But then again, I think everything looks good on you, Princess”
I placed my hand over Finn’s. “You just want to see me in a dress again.”
“I suppose I’m still stuck in the 18th century.” He stroked my hair, pulling my wayward curls behind my ears. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to seeing women in trousers.”
I stood up and stretched, turning to the cot in the corner. “Well, get used to it, buddy.” Finn grabbed my ass, and I squealed as he pulled me into his lap, the rickety wooden chair groaning beneath our weight.
“I could get used to these tight blue jeans, however.” Finn moved his hand down my hip. “They are quite flattering in a twenty-first century sort of way.”
“I’m glad you approve,” I breathed into his ear, reaching back and placing his cheek close to mine.
“It’s just that a lady’s skirts made it much easier to do this.” Finn wrapped his arm around my waist and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans.
I gasped, grabbing at his hand—to release me or plunge deeper, I wasn’t sure.
About
the Author:
As a child, Colleen Halverson
used to play in the woods imagining worlds and telling stories to herself.
Growing up on military bases, she found solace in her local library and later
decided to make a living sharing the wonders of literature to poor,
unsuspecting college freshmen. After backpacking through Ireland and singing in
a traditional Irish music band, she earned a PhD in English with a
specialization in Irish literature. When she’s not making up stories or
teaching, she can be found hiking the rolling hills of the Driftless area of
Wisconsin with her husband and two children. CHILDREN OF THE VEIL is the follow
up to her debut urban fantasy novel, THROUGH THE VEIL.
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