Review of The Fall of Arcades (Fallen Angel, Immortal Romance #1) by Azriel Hope

“You’re a treasure I don’t deserve.” 

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Horror

Length: 248 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person

Description:

Farrow Latimer, Prince of the Arcades:

I am the prince of darkness, the executioner and fallen angel royalty who is forbidden, love. No matter how many men or women I take to my bed none capture my heart.

As the Arcades teem with lust, debauchery, and destruction, I neither relish nor abhor my role as the most brutal of all and then I catch her….the small fairy halfling who seizes my world.

Rayelynn Astraides, first daughter of the Commander of Landharn’s West Shore:

The fallen angels litter the skies coming to claim us as I run from the monstrous man my father is to make me marry for failing battle school. Fallen angels are all about us and in my fear I tuck myself away.

There, beside the tree where I hide, he stands, tall, majestic, handsome… and deadly. He lets me run. I return to the battlefield to heal our wounded as I am a gifted healer. The dark angel comes again but this time to take me as his prisoner.

My world changes and I see such horror and sadness, but none greater than that which lies within the fallen prince who is disallowed love yet risks all for it.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Farrow is the executioner in the Arcades. He is also the prince and lives under his father’s domineering and archaic rule. His half fallen angel side does what he is expected to do, whether it be torturing someone or cutting off their head. His half mortal side hates every second and he prays his father never notices the disgust he chokes down.

“I can’t change who I am, love. But I can try and alter the world for you.”

Rayelynn was raised by a father who despised her and brothers who tormented her, but she was strong and did not define herself by their hateful torment. She instead, took what little enjoyment she could in healing the people around her who needed it.

Everything changed they day she ran away and he captured her. Farrow’s heart is drawn to her, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t. An Rayelynn is scared of everything in the Arcades, even Farrow, but the more time they spend together the more she realizes you cannot control who you love.

“Being in the Arcades was hell to most, but I would make it a haven for her.”

The Fall of Arcades is filled with detailed horrors, overloads of sexual tension, and a very imaginative storyline. The characters are written so well you can almost feel their emotion, and in a place that is basically a hell for the Fallen there is definitely many warring emotions.

This book does end on a happy note, but by no means did it feel like an ending. More like a beginning with much more to come. I look forward to seeing what the next book has in store for Rayelynn and Fallon. Will their love conquer all? Guess I’ll have to keep reading to find out.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Excerpt:

“Can I not wash myself?” I squealed, softly.

“No,” he smiled, “you cannot. Now sit.” He directed me to sit on a shelf carved into the rocks. “You like this more than you’re willing to admit, Rayelynn.” There was almost a reverence to the way he said my name.

I obeyed him because I was being suffocated by the intense unfamiliar feelings in my body’s most sacred places. My sex throbbed. If only he was as kind and gentle as he pretended, I would have submitted to him … and would have willing loved him, I think. I laughed inwardly, I was no better than the wanton girls at home. I knew nothing of him but that he was a vicious killer as were all of his kind. I had to admit, despite my prejudice, there was a greatness in the Prince of Arcades and a deep understanding nature that belied a tender heart. If only he was who he pretended to be.

He slowly spread my legs and began to soap my knees.

“Please,” I begged, nearly frantic.

He lathered soap along the knobs of my joints with an excruciating deliberateness, moving slowly to my shins, then feet, giving extra attention to the hard, calloused skin around my heels. I thrust my hand forward to stop him, but he easily caught it.

“I’ve already told you, your virtue is safe. Let me do this; I wouldn’t do it for most.” His eyes were bright and loving as they met mine and he released my hand to give greater attention to my feet. “Enjoy the fact that I hold you dear.”

 

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