Some lives just weren’t worth the trouble of saving …
The dark room swallowed Logan, as he lay sprawled on his bed—just as he’d been left after ditching his date with death. A stomach-turning sensation of thickened skin and tingles swathed his body, closing in on him, phantom sensations crawling over his flesh that kept him awake. Every five minutes or so, he willed an arm or a leg to move. No go.
Shadows danced across the wall on the occasions that one of the Catatones guarding the mansion passed through the floodlight below his window. He focused on them only because his neck had been propped in that direction and he had no choice. Good thing, though. She had been assigned to watch over him and slept somewhere beyond his periphery, the reminder heating his blood every time her sleepy moan drifted across the room.
The fury could’ve split him right down the middle.
Her blood ran through him—pumping in his veins, feeding his heart, keeping him alive.
The woman who’d gotten him stabbed with Demortis, the only element capable of taking down a demon, now swam through his body as the only element capable of saving him. Her blood. Pure. Probably the closest he’d ever come to being righteous.
The irony was enough to leave him scratching his own eyeballs out of his head—that is, if he could reach the damn things. Like a bitch slap from the gods, who probably sat around drinking beers over the shit, poking fun at him.
The side effect of returning from the dead?
Feeling like the fucking dead.
Logan tightened his lip, wishing he could kick his own ass for being so stupid. Not like he’d had to save her or anything. Hell, being a demon meant being the exception to human rules.
And being a son of Wrath meant never having to play by any species’ rules.
Yet for some reason, one lodged so deep inside his brain he couldn’t even begin to explain, he’d felt the need to intervene. Not so much for her sake, but because the little prick trying to rape her had taken a jab at the psychopath buried in Logan’s bones. Taunted him.
Then finally tripped his kill-switch.
Yeah, that’s what Logan told himself, anyway, because no other excuse could possibly justify why he couldn’t stir a single muscle in his body for anything having to do with her—Calla. The girl they’d picked up at some underground party, so high on Shine she’d have probably let every one of the brothers have a go at her if they’d been the ravaging bastardly types.
Lucky for her they weren’t.
“Should’ve walked away,” he muttered, his voice the only part of his body he could control.
A zing of pain shot through Logan’s feet, flexing them into an unnatural, paralyzed position. “Ah, shit!” Hadn’t his feet been numb just seconds ago?
Not even forcing his muscles to relax shook the sting away, one like a strike to the level of his bones, as if they shattered with impact.
He held his breath and clenched his teeth while the pain crept up his leg. “Motherfucker!” He spoke past gritted teeth, keeping his voice low to keep from rousing his babysitter, but damn, his back arched like one of those tetanus-infected bastards, his eyes squinting so hard they could’ve popped backward into his brain.
Black smoke curled behind his lids, and a deep laughter mocked him as the agony reached his spine. Trembling in the bed, Logan clamped his mouth shut and allowed the convulsions to run through him.
He’d known pain—gut-turning, put-me-out-of-my-fucking-misery pain. Nothing compared to what wracked him at that moment, as if nightmares could invade the body and inflict injury. The burn, like molten lava oozing in his veins, seeped into his every cell, searing him from the inside. Sweat trickled down his temple at the same time as a chill burst deep inside his bones and swept through his limbs, leaving behind a wake of nausea.
That black smoke carried the familiar sensation he’d felt once or twice in his life—from the quick witted son of a bitch that brought the toughest demon males to their knees: absolute death. Stygius. The place in the underworld from where no soul ever returned.
With shallow panting breaths, he allowed the blackness worming its way into his mind to take over as something dark and wicked laid claim.
All Logan could do was let it take him.
Summary from Goodreads:
As Wrath’s fiercest son, Logan carries the scars of fifty years spent in the most dreaded prison of the underworld, for a sin he’d kill to keep secret. Enduring decades of gruesome torture has left Logan feared by and detached from others, until a female Alexi’s blood resurrects his soul from death and, with it, the pleasures he’s been denied for so long.
Plagued by shame of her own, Calla is drawn to the ruthless demon, Logan, whose insatiable craving for her touch rouses buried passions and, for once, leaves her feeling desired.
A dark and dangerous evil has been reawakened, however, and when Calla is drawn too close to its breeding grounds, Logan vows to summon the violence of Wrath in order to keep her safe. First, though, Calla must save him from a past riddled with deceit and corruption … but only if she can accept the chilling consequences of unearthing his vilest skeleton.
Sons of Wrath
Never gamble with vengeance …
I really enjoyed the first book in this series because it was such a gritty book that added in action, kick ass characters, and just enough romance to keep my heart happy. I enjoyed the unique feel of the first book and how it almost felt like an urban fantasy book instead of a paranormal romance story. All in all the first book was a great start to this series so I knew I was going to read the sequel.
The sequel starts out a bit slow and I did feel a little lost. The glossary of demon terms when the book starts is very extensive and I didn’t even remember a lot of those from the first book. I was feeling a little out of touch at first because I had to piece back together what I remembered from the first book and use that moving forward. I feel that there are just a ton of characters and different supernatural beings in this book. In the first book it seemed like there was just enough and now it seems like there may be just a little too many supernatural people walking around in one human world. Plus the beginning does take a while to get going again. Also you need to be prepared for many different narrations which pull you into different sections of the plot at all times. I do like that the reader gets to see all sides of the plot but it can be quite a bit to keep up with.
I have to say after the beginning of the story it does pick up. The pieces start to come together and the action starts. All of the little pieces of where different characters are does come together and gives you a feeling like you are finally keeping up with everything that is going on. Plus the romance does kick in you just have to be patient. Plus I’m a huge character person and there are plenty of characters to love when there is a whole house full of demon brothers who are all hot and they all have their own personality. From Logan who has scars from the past to over come, Zayne who is shooting up in order to forget his mate, Gavin who will always step in to be the oldest brother even if it means drastic changes and pain in his own life, Zeke who is the loud mouth cocky asshole with a heart of gold, and Calix who needs to have a new woman all the time to keep up with his nature even though he knows the one woman he craves. I mean just the men alone in this series will have you fascinated enough to keep reading just to know all of the one liners they say to one another. I personally want to join this house full of demon hotties.
Overall, this story does have a bit of everything to offer. There is action, romance, pain, brotherhood, and a gritty urban feel. There is something for everyone in this series and I do want to continue on to see more of the action and love that these demons find in time. One last little gripe would just be that at times I did feel like the house of demon hotties reminded me of the Black Dagger Brotherhood with the house full of hot vampires who live lives very similar to the demons.