Series: Sentinels of New Orleans #4
Publisher: Tor Books on April 21, 2015
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
Source: Blog Tour
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From award-winning author Suzanne Johnson comes the fourth book in the smart and sexy Sentinels of New Orleans series.
Wizard sentinel DJ Jaco thought she had gotten used to the chaos of her life in post-Katrina New Orleans, but a new threat is looming, one that will test every relationship she holds dear.
Caught in the middle of a rising struggle between the major powers in the supernatural world—the Wizards, Elves, Vampires and the Fae—DJ finds her loyalties torn and her mettle tested in matters both professional and personal. Her relationship with enforcer Alex Warin is shaky, her non-husband Quince Randolph is growing more powerful, and her best friend Eugenie has a bombshell that could blow everything to Elfheim and back.
And that's before the French pirate Jean Lafitte, newly revived from his latest "death," returns to New Orleans with vengeance on his mind. DJ's assignment? Keep the sexy leader of the historical undead out of trouble. Good luck with that.
Duty clashes with love, loyalty with deception, and friendship with responsibility as DJ navigates passion and politics in the murky waters of a New Orleans caught in the grips of a brutal winter that might have nothing to do with Mother Nature.
War could be brewing, and DJ will be forced to take a stand. But choosing sides won't be that easy.
At A Glance
Seriously, I love this series.
I have so much damn fun with this series. I feel like I have been waiting forever for book 4! And Pirate’s Alley really did deliver. So much crap is changing. I am still dizzy from the twists and turns.
DJ starts out in a strong position. Her life is finally coming together. And then it isn’t. How many enemies can one girl/wizard/elf have? A lot, apparently. In this book, we find out who really are DJ’s allies, who she can trust, and who her enemies are. DJ faces some tough lessons but she has never been as close to becoming who she truly is meant to be. She can’t let politics or ambition affect her like it does so many others. She is the one true heart amongst all these a-holes!
We get to see all of our favs. Jean is the same smirky, snarky pirate we all want in our pants. But he becomes so much more in this book. Him and JD have a “for-reals” talk and I am still wow’ed by what they revealed. Alex is still Alex. So duty-bound and always conflicted about right and wrong and what he is told is right and wrong. Then he have Rand. Oh Rand, what are we going to do with you? I don’t know if I want to admire him or punch him in the throat.
Intrigue, deception, lies. DJ’s world as she knows it is collapsing. War is coming. Choosing the right side is what matters now.
This had a cliffhanger I could get behind. It worked for the story.
I missed the action from the other books. There was still action, but this book was more about politics.
Wow, how complicated is JD’s love life right now? Alex is a great guy in many ways but he is not right for JD. I don’t know who is right for JD, but I LOVE Jean. Jean is the shit! Oh, and yeah, we get some bow chicka wow wow with JD and Alex but it’s pretty much skipped over.
Everyone needs to give this series a chance. It’s addicting. Perfect for UF lovers. Highly recommended.
DJ, are you awake?
Freaking elf. “Go home, Rand.”
I am home. Where are you?
I frowned and burrowed my face into the soft down pillow. Which wasn’t my pillow.
Holy crap. What had happened?
I sat up and took in several observations at once, none of which made sense and all of which sent my heart rate jack-rabbiting hard enough to send my blood pressure into the ozone.
First, I was lying beneath a heavy bedspread woven in a rich blue-and-cream print. The bed was an elaborate confection made to look like an antique half-tester, and a brass chandelier hung overhead.
I recognized the Hotel Monteleone. I recognized Jean Lafitte’s bedroom in the posh Eudora Welty Suite in the Monteleone. I didn’t have a clue as to how I got here.
Second, I wore only underwear. My clothes were thrown across a chair in the corner. I had no recollection of removing them.
Third, the pillow next to mine still held the clear indentation of a head, and there was water running behind the closed bathroom door.
What in God’s name had I done?
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