The love between a human and a Morgon, the dragon-hybrid race, tempts fate once more…
All her life, Ella Barrow has allowed others to make her decisions. Forced to stifle her artistic talents and stay in a loveless relationship with Clayton Kerrington, the man her mother believes to be her perfect match, Ella’s life may be safe—but it’s not her own. Paxon Nightwing, on the other hand, is anything but the safe choice.
A charming and alluring Morgon, Paxon sees Ella for the woman she truly is. His bold confidence and protective nature ignites a passion she’s never felt before. But a dark family tragedy forces their secrecy—until Clayton makes it impossible to hide their clandestine affair. Will Ella be strong enough to fight for herself at last? Or will she succumb once more and risk losing the only man she’s ever loved?
Yup. I hashtagged that bitch. That’s how much I adore this series. I love the world that Ms. Cross has built, the history of how the Morgons came to be and the characters (at least the good ones) that inhabit it, hell I want to find a way to move there and find myself a Morgon male. And true to form, as soon as I started to read the prologue I fell down the rabbit hole instantly and didn’t want to be pulled out.
Nightbloom is the third and final book in the Nightwing series (something that didn’t make me happy until I remembered the Vale of Stars series) and focuses on Paxon and Ella, who we’ve gotten glimpses of in Soulfire and Windburn and who I can say I liked based on those, but now I absolutely adore them!
Paxon I fell in absolute adoration with. In the previous books he’s something of a player, but still a nice guy but in Nightbloom we get to see all sides of him and all I can say is he is the ultimate alpha male. He’s sexy, sweet, charming, confident, protective and just a bit possessive. He’s also dominant without being domineering, considerate and a sincerity that shines through, especially with Ella. Let’s just put it this way. You know when they say they had a dopey smile on their face? That was me whenever Paxon was around.
Ella. I did adore her at the end, but I will admit that it took me awhile to get there. She’s sweet, loves her friends, loves her family but was so used to towing the line that there were things that she allowed to happen that had me wanting to shake some sense into her, but when she finally started to take charge of her fate, was when she started to shine. The fire that lived in her came out in force and I loved watching her fight for what she wanted while still maintaining who she is at her very core.
Paxon and Ella’s burgeoning relationship was fun to watch (remember the dopey smile thing). The attraction is pretty instantaneous and lust isn’t far behind, but Ms. Cross does an excellent job of building their relationship outside of that and showing us, not just telling, why they should be together. There were so many swoon/dopey smile worthy moments that I’m pretty sure I used up my quota for the rest of the year and much of it had to do with how Paxon viewed Ella. He saw the strong, confident woman she could be if only she’d take the mask off and he was determined to make that happen. Though this isn't to say that they didn't have a few bumps in the road to their HEA which includes prejudice against Morgons and an asshat of a boyfriend, who had me snarling almost everytime he was around, but I really enjoyed how it all came together in the end.
If you haven’t read the first two in the series, you can read this as a standalone because Ms. Cross does an excellent job of explaining the Morgon world and getting you caught up with the important people, but you'll really be missing out on the history of the Morgons and humans, which is a very crucial element. The writing is solid, pacing is great and you can really tell just how much Ms. Cross loves and enjoys bringing this world to life for the reader.
And just as a little note: If you haven’t read all of the books that make up the Morgon Kind world, I will suggest that you read Soulfire, Windburn and Nightbloom first then start Waking the Dragon which is the first in the spin off series, Vale of Stars, which has already been released. You don’t have to but I think it’ll be worth your while in the end.
The Bottom Line: While I’m sad that this is the last book in the series, I’m very thankful that she decided to do a spin off series with Vale of Stars so I can still get me fix because #ilovemesomeMorgonKind!
~ ARC received from Kensington Books ~ Lyrical Press via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review ~
I blotted my Petal Pink lips on a piece of memo paper and capped the lipstick.
Trying to retrieve the tube with the tip of my open-toe heel, I only succeeded in
pushing the lipstick farther away. “Ugh.”
Unable to bend that far in my pencil skirt, I hiked the hem up to my thighs and
crawled on all fours, shimmying my behind, then stretching my arm till my fingers finally gripped my favorite lipstick.
That’s when I heard a low, masculine whistle from someone standing behind me.
Scooting back, I shot off the floor and slid my hemline back to my knee, all under the
steady gaze of Paxon Nightwing, silhouetted by the sunlight that filtered into the foyer of Linden and Burke.
Towering above me with jet-black hair and matching sharp-edged wings, wearing a
charcoal button-down, black slacks, and a devilish smile, his voice crooned when he spoke.
“Now that’s what I call a warm welcome.”
“I, um, well, I…”
He extended a bronzed hand. I reached out with my right, nearly dropping the lipstick
again. I shifted it to my left hand. “I like pink.”
I like pink? I like pink! For God’s sake, Ella. How old was I? Five?
His extended hand engulfed mine, then he drew our bodies closer. Grinning wide and
stroking his thumb across my knuckles, his melodious voice sounded sultry and sinful.
“So do I.”
I blinked stupidly till my brain started functioning again. He didn’t say a word,
mesmerizing me with ridiculously deep brown eyes.
“I’m, uh, Ella Barrow.”
“Paxon Nightwing. Pleasure to meet you. But I think we’ve met before.”
I tugged on my hand. He didn’t let go, tightening his hold.
“Uh, well, I’m friends with Sorcha and Jessen.”
I knew this guy was a player, the kind to make a girl swoon with a glance and charm
the pants right off her. Literally. Jessen had even kissed him in a club once. And while his carousing behavior should make me want to run away, I couldn’t forget that Jessen had said on a scale of one to ten, his kiss was a ninety-nine.
He still held my hand, angling his body closer. “I’ve also seen you at the Vaengar
games. With Kerrington.”
“Yeah. We’re, um, dating.”
“That’s a shame.”
I tugged again.
He released me. “I have an appointment with Sorcha Nightwing.”
“Yes. I know.”
Pulling myself together, I pressed the comm device on my desk and cleared my
throat. “Mr. Nightwing is here.”
“Thanks, Ella. Show him to my office, please.”
Rounding behind the desk, I gestured down the hall. “This way.”
“After you.” A sly grin.
I tilted up my chin, pretending I wasn’t afraid of him, then led him toward Sorcha’s
office. I was good at pretending.
As soon as I stepped in front of him, a primal shiver vibrated through my bones.
His eyes were on me. I felt his gaze, as if his gaze were a caress, brushing up my legs,
curving over my behind, rounding my hips to the dip of my waist and finally settling on the blond waves that fell past my shoulders. By the time we reached the door to the office, my heartbeat hammered in my throat.
Gesturing for him to enter, I kept my eyes on the floor, trying desperately to regain
control. He stopped in front of me, but I held my gaze until I realized I was fixated on his crotch. I jerked my head up. Amusement flickered across chiseled features. He was about to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. I marched back up the hall to the receptionist area.
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Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.