"The world's sexist lion shifter finally tells his story"
Reviewed by Shellie Surles
Posted July 12, 2015
Paranormal Romance
Conall is a lion shifter and he has been on the run for
years
with Amilynn, Vivian, Melissa and Tyrone. Together they
have
been running and hiding from their former abusive and
deadly
pride. The group has finally found peace with the
Blackburn
Pack and the woman have found their soulmates.
He loves his family but their happiness is annoying and a
bit
depressing for Conall so much so that he volunteers to go
check on the old bear shifter widow who lives alone in the
mountains. Knowing the girls should be safe with their
mate
he takes off for some much needed solitude.
The only problem is their old Pride is planning on finding
them and attempts at revenge are at a breaking point. No
one
is safe, not even the widow who turns out to be just the
shifter Conall needs to make him whole.
Madelyn however has
serious trust issues and they maybe too much to overcome.
THE HARDER THEY FALL happens at the same time the as the
previous book Break Her Fall. For those of you who read it
you
remember the state that Conell showed up in at the end of
the
book.
THE HARDER THEY FALL explains that and you finally get
the well earned story of Conall.
For those of you who have read the previous books in the
Blake Pride series by Joanna Grace you will not be
disappointed. For those of you who haven't what are you
waiting for? The story lines tie together beautifully.
This
poor group a people who have suffered more than anyone
should
must still fight to ensure the happiness they have is not
lost
or taken from them.
THE HARDER THEY FALL is a page turner. I started reading
it
and wound up staying up late to finish. Thank you very
much
Joanna Grace, I was tired at work the next day, but it was
well worth it. The Blake Pride series is a great
series
that readers of paranormal fantasy and romance will
thoroughly
enjoy. Go out and read it for yourself its yummy mind
candy.
SUMMARY
With two newly mated couples in the alpha house, Conall
needs a serious breather. He’s used to being the fifth
wheel but now the distinction is amplified. When the
opportunity for a couple days of freedom arises, he
volunteers to take winter supplies to a mountain-dwelling
widow and then spend some time hiking alone. Plans change
when he meets a woman who evokes his lion’s protective
streak and stirs his human desires. She meets none of his
expectations for a mate, but that might be exactly what
he needs. Madelyn has been alone for nearly a decade. Ashamed of
what she has become, she banished herself from the
Blackburn Pack and resigned herself to a solitary life in
the mountains. With no plans of change, it’s alarming
when a young, alluring lion shifter arrives awakening her
senses and challenging her situation. Her inner bear is
still haunted by the last man who tried to claim her and
she doesn’t want to make the same mistake again. Madelyn
must discern if Conall is worth the risk or of he’s
another heartbreak just waiting to happen. While Conall is tucked away in the woods with Madelyn,
the rest of his Pride faces an attack. In haste to go
rescue his friends, he might throw the most vulnerable
person of all to the wolves. But are they friend or foe?
ExcerptIt was all too easy to let his mind wander, to think
about absolutely nothing except for where his paws would
land with the next step. The walking path to the cabin
was clear if you knew to look for the notches in the
trees. He could travel like this all day and not get
bored, never tire. Being in the wilderness liberated his
lion; the burden he carried behind him only added a minor
challenge to his muscular frame. This was exactly what he needed. The next four hours passed slowly and quietly, a vast
change from the chaos of the last few weeks. For the
first time in a long time, he turned off his brain and
let his lion dominate his actions. His wide paws
navigated the terrain with no problems. His ears alerted
him to the movement of the forest creatures and his nose
picked up the various scents of nature. Conall lost
himself into his lion and his human counterpart took a
well-needed mental nap. Then he heard an angel. The voice echoed around the woods and he froze with one
paw off the ground. His feline ears perked up. After
living with Vivian Blake, diva extraordinaire, for five
years, he knew musical talent when he heard it. Vivian
had the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard…until right
then. Closing his eyes, he crouched down, still as death,
to listen. The notes rose and fell flawlessly on pitch
and with incredible ease. Her range was awe-inspiring.
His breath caught in his throat as he listened to her
build up to a note so high and delicate, it caused his
heart to soar in anticipation. The emotion of the words,
the love conveyed in every measure resonated in his
chest. Tendrils of melody wrapped around him, gripping
him tighter with every beat. Had he been in human form,
he might have fallen to his knees. As it was, the four
legs of his lion shook with the driving need to get
closer to the source of such mesmerizing singing. He took cautious steps over the crest of the hill to look
upon the cottage set snugly among the evergreens. Green
tin roof and logs made from local timber provided
camouflage. Smoke rose from the chimney; the smell
traveling the air currents was divine. Three chairs
rocked on the porch, pushed by the invisible hands of the
wind. Although the coming winter cold had scared them
away, it was clear the cottage was usually framed with
flowers. A brown picket fence protected a garden. He
envisioned Snow White singing to the forest creatures as
they scuttled around her feet. Ha, he thought. Any moment now, some old woman would come
outside with a radio in her hand. He didn’t want the fantasy to end. The lion closed his
eyes and let the gentle voice wash over him. Peace
settled in his chest, a heavy weight dissolved from his
shoulders. The notes infiltrated his veins and he felt
absolutely drunk with contentment. Her love song pierced
him and eased each breath he took. Incredible… The notes cut off as soon as the wind shifted. “Who’s there?” chimed an angelic voice. His singer.
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