Tag: Melissa Marr

The Kiss & The Killer – Melissa Marr

NO ONE HAD EVER ACCUSED New Orleanians of being subtle. Carnival season still launched with Twelfth Night, despite the draugr who were going to be noshing on the tourists. Much like drunken excess was inevitable, deaths and injuries of careless tourists were expected. The best we could do was be careful and warn the tourists […]

The Wicked and the Dead – Melissa Marr

AUTUMN in the South was still both humid and hot. New Orleans was always a wet city. Wet air. Wet drizzle. Beer soaked streets. Other things spilling out from behind trash bins. Sometimes, the heavy air and frequent rain was just this side of too much. Most nights, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. […]

Summer Bound – Melissa Marr

Siobhan flinched as Tavish took another blow to the face from Tracie. Her Summer Court co-advisor, on the other hand, smiled joyously as he rarely did in public. Their makeshift gymnasium was filled with cool air and the soothing sounds of soft jazz. It had not been designed to encourage the fighting they were there […]

Cold Iron Heart – Melissa Marr

Voices rose and fell in the streets of the French Quarter. A woman with hair that seemed as delicate and white as if spiders had woven it walked arm-in-arm with an elegant man with a bone topped cane. They were only humans. The inhuman ones who strolled the French Quarter were even more remarkable. Invisible […]

Wicked Lovely – Melissa Marr

The Summer King knelt before her. “Is this what you freely choose, to risk winter’s chill?” She watched him—the boy she’d fallen in love with these past weeks. She’d never dreamed he was something other than human, but now his skin glowed as if flames flickered just under the surface, so strange and beautiful she […]

Stopping Time, Part 2 – Melissa Marr

The tangles of panic and fear and guilt hit Irial like an unwelcome banquet. If they were anyone else’s fears, it would be a welcomed treat, but the emotions that assailed him were hers. They’d come flooding toward him over his mostly severed connection with Leslie. No. He hadn’t figured her pursuer would enter her […]

Stopping Time, Part 1 – Melissa Marr

Unlike some faeries, he didn’t bother with a glamour. He sat on a bench across from the tables outside the coffee shop. Their silent late-afternoon meetings had become a routine of sorts the last few months, and each week, the temptation to speak to him grew greater—which was why she’d invited a study group to […]

Radiant Shadows – Melissa Marr

Devlin stood immobile as the spectral girl approached. The plume of her hat and the dark ringlets that framed her face were motionless, despite the breeze that swept over the field. The air did not touch her; consequently, he was unsure if he could. “I seem to be dreaming or, mayhaps, lost,” she murmured. “Indeed.” […]

Old Habits – Melissa Marr

“You’re going to make an excellent king,” Irial said. And before Niall could react, Irial pressed his mouth to the long scar that he’d once allowed Gabriel to carve on Niall’s face. Niall felt his knees give out from under him, felt a disquieting new energy flood his body, felt the awareness of countless dark […]

Ink Exchange – Melissa Marr

The past year plus has seen Wicked Lovely (my first book) go from revision to being on shelves —and Ink Exchange go from concept to completion. This was daunting, but the warm encouragement I’ve received has made it possible. To everyone at HarperCollins US and HarperCollins UK; to my publishers abroad (especially Franziska at Carlsen […]

Fragile Eternity – Melissa Marr

Seth knew the moment Aislinn slipped into the house; the slight rise in temperature would’ve told him even if he hadn’t seen the glimmer of sunlight in the middle of the night. Better than a lantern. He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend’s likely reaction to being called a lantern, but his smile fled […]

Darkest Mercy – Melissa Marr

Niall walked through the ruins of the tattoo shop. Shards of painted glass crunched under his boots. The floor was strewn with vials of ink, unopened needles, electric apparatus he couldn’t identify, and other things he’d rather not identify. The Dark King had known rage before, known grief; he’d felt helpless, felt unprepared; but he’d […]

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