Series: Fantasyland #5
on August 15th, 2016
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Against his will, Noctorno Hawthorne, an undercover vice cop, finds himself embroiled in magic, mayhem and parallel universes. Too late, he meets an amazing woman only to find sheÔÇÖs destined for his identical twin in another world.
And things arenÔÇÖt going real great there.
Noc is recruited to help save that world.
What he doesnÔÇÖt know is his destined love resides there.
Franka Drakkar wears a mask. A mask she never takes off to protect herself in a world of malice, intrigue and danger.
When Franka meets Noc and he discovers her secrets, convinced she carries a midnight soul, having shielded herself from forming bonds with anyone, she struggles with accepting his tenderness and care.
When Noc meets Franka, over wine and whiskey, her mask slips and Noc knows itÔÇÖs herÔÇöonly herÔÇöand he has to find a way to get her to come home with him.
And then make her want to stay
ÔÇ£I have a midnight soul, itÔÇÖs true, but light shines upon it every once in a while. I feel its warmth when it does and it meant everything to me. Everything.ÔÇØ
One of my most anticipated books of the year, Midnight Soul by Kristen Ashely is the perfect conclusion to an amazing series. This story of redemption, forgiveness, and self-discovery exceeded my expectations with its brilliance.
ÔÇ£I want part of me in you every breath you take.ÔÇØ
WeÔÇÖve met Franka Drakkar in the previous books, but it wasnÔÇÖt until Broken Dove that we witness her viciousness and crueltyÔÇömaking us dislike, or even hate, her. Yet, there is so much more to the persona she portrayed for everyone to see. Beneath the mask is a frail, vulnerable, and broken woman, whoÔÇÖs never had anyone to turn to, anyone to have her back, or anyone to love her. Life taught her many things, none of them were filled with beauty, which caused her to don a mask only Noc saw beneath.
ÔÇ£You taught me loyalty was to be punished. Fear was to be unrelenting. Pain was to be expected. I only hope that in the remaining years of my life IÔÇÖve got enough light in the midnight soul you shadowed inside me to burn the see youÔÇÖve sown to cinders and plant a new one that will take root and grow.ÔÇØ
Noctorno ÔÇ£NocÔÇØ Hawthorne is one of a kind! Holy hotness. While heÔÇÖs your typical alphaÔÇöprotective and strongÔÇöunlike others we see so often, he is not afraid to show his devotion and love for Franka from the beginning. While heÔÇÖs strong, loving, caring, and mostly open, Noc does carry his own demons. Demons he doesnÔÇÖt want to share. He was such a strong and seemingly perfect character, I loved the fact that he had his own weight to carry.
ÔÇ£On a night months ago, after me and a bunch of folks I did not know saved a world, no matter what happened just before, I sat down to wine and whiskey with a beautiful woman and by the time I watched her walk out of that room, she had me wrapped around her finger. She didnÔÇÖt know it and obviously still doesnÔÇÖt know it, but since that day, itÔÇÖs all been about her. That her being you.ÔÇØ
I loved everything about Midnight Soul. I loved how Franka broke my heart over and over, how she made me fall in love with her (solely on a platonic level), and how she made me root for her to let Noc in. She was one of the strongest female characters IÔÇÖve read in a while and I couldnÔÇÖt get enough. I loved the complexity of these characters. And not only the main characters, but also the supporting ones. As soon as you thought you reached their core, Kristen Ashely pealed back another layer, another aspect of their personality that made me fall in love even more.
ÔÇ£You took from them what they did to you and twisted it into something that was yours. Something that was beautiful. Something that means youÔÇÖre a fighter. A warrior. Victorious. And you wear their mark as your medal of valor.ÔÇØ
While my love for anything Kristen Ashely might not be surprising, the fact that I found this book one of the best in a while, but also right up there with Golden Dynasty in this series, I believe says a lot. Midnight Soul not all action and tragedy, itÔÇÖs also filled with humor, heart, and hope. I cannot recommend this book, as well as the series, enough. I fell in love with both Noc and Franka, and every side character there was.
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖd wipe away the scars that mar your beauty with ugly memories and remind you that you were never allowed to be happy. Doing this making you believe you have that right and you should reach for it.ÔÇØ
~Review by Anja
That day had been one I wished to quickly forget.
Indeed, the months since those witches took my Antoine had been time I wished I had the power to erase from my memory.
I had power.
I did not have that kind of power.
These thoughts on my mind, I moved down the hallway of the Winter Palace, seeking my room where I planned to pull the cord, ring a servant and request several bottles of Fleuridian wine.
Wine might not make me forget, but IÔÇÖd found of late that it served well to dull the pain.
I turned the corner, my eyes to my slippers, but my senses made me lift my gaze to the passageway.
At what I saw, I halted and grew still, then slowly and quietly retraced my steps and ducked behind the corner, peering back around.
The Prince Noctorno of the other world was in the doorway to a bedchamber.
Although, he was not actually a prince. Not in this universe. Apparently they had very few princes in that other world. A world that existed on a parallel plane where all beings had twins to my own world.
This I thought was rather mad (everything about it, obviously), but with few princes, that meant there were few kings, so who ruled?
He reported that he was instead a member of the city guard, an occupation he referred to as being ÔÇ£a cop.ÔÇØ A rather surprising statement considering all that was him.
He was no member of a guard.
He was a prince.
And he called himself Noc, for some unknown reason, as Noctorno was a fine name, a strong name, a regal name (this last was true as his counterpart in this world was a prince).
And right now he had has back to me.
He was wearing a pair of trousers the like that couldnÔÇÖt be found in my world. They were made of a rough, sturdy, faded-blue material. He also had a shirt that was not the fashion in this world. It was attractive and made of an equally attractive plaid. And it was a shirt that fit his broad shoulders magnificently.
His thick, black hair was untidy (this also attractive).
And I could see his light-blue eyes but only in my imagination as he had his back to me.
They were not eyes you were likely to forget. With his dark hair and skin browned in the sun, those eyes were deliciously striking.
There was a day, though now that day seemed lifetimes ago, when a sight such as Noctorno Hawthorne of another world (or indeed this one) would have caused me to have a much different reaction, not only to him, but to my plans for the imminent future.
That was before Antoine.
That was before I met the man who introduced me to, wellÔÇªme.