An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient David Healey, Aziza is confronted with the depth of her abilities for the first time since her mother's death and has a chance to contribute to a patient's recovery when modern medicine fails. But can she convince anyone else outside of David's family that she knows who is responsible for his injury when she's finding it hard to deal with the knowledge herself?
The youngest of five brothers, David Healey comes from a close-knit, no-nonsense family of psychics and shapeshifters. He has never suffered fools—or demanding, jealous girlfriends—lightly. But on the eve of a bitter break-up he realizes he is about to suffer a woman scorned when he glimpses his ex behind the wheel of a car careening towards him.
Now Aziza and David are in a race to pull him out of his coma before Aziza's vengeful stepmother can get to him and finish the job she started on a dark road.
David and Aziza meet while David attends a function where Aziza is waitressing. Their connection is instant, and the two know there is something more to this than meets the eye. However, David’s current squeeze, Philomena, isn’t very happy when she sees how the pair act with one another, and she has a fit of jealousy.
Now, I love a book where there is a baddie to hate, and this book has one in the form of a wicked stepmother. She is a self-centered, love-her-own-ass woman who had me gritting my teeth and wishing I could reach into the page and pull her hair out. Or something.
Ms. McKeever has penned an erotic story with fairy tale elements. Add shapeshifters and empaths into the mix, and I had myself a wonderful read to go along with my chocolate cheesecake and cup of steaming coffee. Sunday heaven! I enjoyed the wolf aspect—gotta love a wolf—and the fact that despite being in a coma after a terrible accident, David was able to communicate with Aziza. This touched me, and I wished this could really happen. Don’t you just love fantasy books?
The erotica is hot and well-placed, fitting into the tale so it doesn’t appear forced or written just for the sake of it—a natural progression in the story. I liked that. Not to mention the things they got up to. Ahem.
I really enjoyed Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess. The perfect tale to bring you heart-warming fuzzies and also a touch of hatred toward a woman who needs a good old poke in the eye.
1. She flicked her gaze up and down the long length of him, taking in the black formal evening wear that sensuously melded to his physique and made her feel like a ragamuffin in her waitress uniform.
2. “I see she has you fooled, too.” Philomena sneered. “Don’t you know you should never trust a big butt and a smile?” (Oh, this woman seriously needs taking down a peg or two!)
3. He could only imagine what she would do with those hands if they were free, could almost feel the score of her fingernails on his back when he’d drive into her.
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