A Savage Spell
Series: Nix #4
Category: Fiction, Urban Fantasy
Reading Time: 3 hours
Published by Hijinks Ink Publishing on October 6, 2020
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About this book
Assassins, magic, and mayhem
As the boogeyman to the underworld, Nix isn't afraid of dying. Yet this time, it's not about dying. It's about escaping with her mind intact.
I thought I'd finally stepped away from the madness of the underworld, away from the Abnormals, away from all those who would do me and those I love harm.
The world though had different plans.
And now I'm trapped, not only physically, but inside my head.
Those who have me caged say none of it was real. That I'm not a highly trained assassin of Abnormals. That I have no family. My children do not exist. That there is nothing supernatural about this world.
If they are right, then I've been crazy all along. I've been stuck inside of my head all these years, living a fantasy. If they are right I am not the legendary Phoenix.
If they are wrong . . .then that means there is a new game afoot.
Then there will be hell to pay and the fires that burn within me will consume them all.
If you like KF Breene, Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs, Faith Hunter, Jaymin Eve, Kelley Armstrong, Kim Harrison, or Shayne Silvers, you won’t want to miss Mayer’s books and her kick butt heroines!
Shannon! what a c*nt to end a book like this. Train wracked. Master page turner. I stayed up till midnight to read this one. 5 stars+
Fred gripped my fingers. “He chose well in you, Nix.” I smiled. “I miss him.” Those words fell from my lips, and then they trembled and I caught myself fighting tears. I did miss him. I missed him like I had cut off an arm and tossed it away. Only I hadn’t been the one to toss it. Part of me knew he thought I was dead. He wouldn’t have let them take me otherwise. The other part of me said to stop being stupid, that anyone was capable of breaking trust.
About Shannon Mayer
I started writing when I realized I didn’t want to grow up not believing in magic, or not believing in creatures everyone else said didn’t exist. That being said, I have never seen a fairy, unicorn or dragon. I had a neighbour who swore they fed the leprechauns in their garden, but I never caught the little buggers no matter how long I lay in wait. (And consequently had to help the neighbours plant new flowers to replace those I killed waiting for the leprechauns to show their faces.)
Along the way, I found my husband who is the rock that keeps me from floating away into my dreams, and we have a little boy who is the centre of our world. Living on a farm keeps us busy (as if the writing wasn’t enough) and I have more than my share of stories about wrestling with cows, helping birth calves and ending up in the creek during the process, falling in the mud (we’ll call it mud but we all know that on a farm, mud is rarely mud) and chasing escaped livestock in the hopes the four legged convicts don’t make it to the highway.
Leap before you look and let your dreams carry you on their wings. And that, my friends, is me in a nutshell.