Thursday, September 4, 2014

'Twas The Darkest Night * Pamela's Review

Title: 'Twas The Darkest Night
Author: Sophie Avett
ASIN: B00IXXXUSU
Pages: 548


Bestselling author of Dark Fantasy BDSM Romance Sophie Avett is very pleased to introduce New Gotham's Anti-Cinderella and her charming vampire prince, Marshall Ansley, in this gothic and Grimm-retelling of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. 

Owner and operator of Bits and Pieces, and resident expert on charms and glamours, Elsa Karr is a witch with a sour frown and a list of things to do as long as Thor's hammer. Top of the list is saving her father's shop from ruin. If she isn't trying to claw her way out of debt, she's arguing with her cat, Fenris, or shoveling carts of cake into her gob. She's not interested in romance or the vampire who rents the flat above her shop. All she wants is a little peace and chocolate--fine, all right! All right! The vampire is kind of screw-all cute. (Curse him.)

The disgraced son and heir of the Wingates House vampire clan and a mad-man to boot, Marshall Ansley spends most of his time working and dodging his mother's phone calls. Marshall is beyond family. He's beyond everyone, actually. Don't be daft, he especially doesn't do...Christmas. But behold, the plague brings an original flavor of annoyance this year when his boss tasks him with acquiring the account of a recluse fey and her upcoming Gothic clothing boutique, Sinister Stitches. That is the ONLY reason he's bothering with his shrewish landlord. No, that's it. No...really. Fine, if you insist, the witch might be a tad bit...all right, she's adorable. (Damn her.)

 Scrooge meets Scrooge. Dominant meets Dominant. Tempers...spark. In each other, they may unfold a tale that only comes to pass on the darkest of nights.


Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists on laying it's wet nose on top of her bare foot.

Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties. Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic  brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)

Sophie Avett loves to hear from her readers. (Hi, mom.) So if there's something on your mind, feel free to leave a message after the scream.

(Mom, you can just call me. Seriously.)

I can be honest at first I was so lost in the beginning that i had to take notes as to who was who in the story. Elsa Karr was trying to save her father's store bits and pieces from going under. The question I had at first was Elsa really a witch or not but further reading the book showed me different. Then the story took me to where i could not put it down. I am honored to of read a great book.



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