Critiques en avant-premièreS.L. Choi

Some bridges are meant to be broken...

Lane Callaghan finally has something to celebrate. Not only did she land a mate who looks stellar in denim, she fulfilled her contract with the sun fae and locked a deadly, dark prince behind bars in the process.

To toast her freedom from the realm of Eodrom, Lane, her sisters, and their best girl pals hit the town. As expected, the music is loud, the drinks flow, and the snack bowls are bottomless. What they don’t expect is the moonbit werewolf stripper who turns the party into a bloodbath, but maybe they should have. While Lane and her sisters have been focused on fae drama, human paranormals, werewolves in particular, are succumbing to a rare infection, and their good friend Zee fears she’s next.

At last, Lane has a case closer to home. Or so she thinks, until Fate arrives to dispense a dire warning that the subterfuge in the fae realm of Ta’Vale isn’t over, and it’s closer to Lane than she thinks. In fact, it might have everything to do with the reason she ran from home all those years ago."

Part sun fae, part blood fae and part druid?

Lane Callaghan almost died six months ago. In doing so, she finally achieved the one thing she always wanted and finally realized she never needed—the sun fae's respect. While the fae no longer wish her dead, she now has new bigger, badder enemies at large. To make matters worse, after inadvertently binding herself to the beast inside the ridiculously sexy and undeniably dangerous Teddy, possibly within her own bedroom.

Once again thrust into the unwanted role of heroine, Lane and her sisters are hired—some would say forced—into another job. Sun fae are vanishing without a trace. As Lane reluctantly begins to peel back the layers of the investigation, she discovers sun fae secrets and shame that hit a little too close to home and threaten to tear her family apart.

Lane must navigate a treacherous path through lies, secrets, and escaped homicidal druids, all with the jaws of Teddy's black wolf hanging over her neck.

After a life spent dodging slurs, threats, and assassination attempts, Lane Callaghan gave her past the one finger salute and ditched her former fae home for good. As the only hybrid fae in existence she’s had the dishonor of being hated by all, well, except for her family.

The detective agency she and her sisters run on the edge of Las Vegas continues to limp along, with Lane doing more debt collecting and intimidating than investigating, but anything to pay the bills. Between working for low-lifes to bring down even lower-lifes, eating cheesy poofs by the bucket, and flirting with the criminally attractive bartender where she conducts business, life is good.

That ends when a routine job goes sideways leaving Lane with a sack full of stolen sun shards—the source of sun fae power. Without the shards, the sun fae face giving up their magic completely, or risk death if they use their power.

As far as Lane's concerned, good riddance, considering they would rather see her dead—except her father and adopted sister are sun fae. Lane must choose to return home to save the fae bastards that almost killed her…or let them burn.