Verily I say unto you, one of you shall betray me this night…

For as long as she can remember, Cameron Scott has been plagued by migraines and nightmares of creatures, places, and events that couldn’t be real – no matter how realistic they seem.

Toby McCloud has spent his immortal existence bound by the laws established by the Guardians of the Covenant who were destined to protect him and his kind long before he was born.

When Cameron and Toby cross paths, everything seems to fall in and out of place.

A family secret.
A dark past.
A forbidden attraction.

Unseen dangers await as they embark on a profound journey of time, passion, mistrust, deception, and destiny.

My Rating:

Favorite Quotes:

 

While other girls got boobs from puberty, I got migraines. I would have much preferred the boobs… Puberty was a bitch. Second cousin to Karma.

 

I shivered as I recalled the immortal signature of what I assumed was a demon lurking about the neighborhood. That thick, slimy sensation of being coated from head to toe with sludge made my stomach roil…

It was darker than sludge, but I didn’t catch the scent of sulfur, which was odd. Demons always carried the aroma of Hell on their flesh. It was a defining marker of their defiance in the game of souls.

 

It was at that very moment my stomach decided to truly embarrass me. It let out a sound that would frighten away wild dogs.

 

Several flights of stairs swirled around and around all the way up to the top of the domes. I imagined at any second they would start moving of their own accord, which brought a smile to my face. I’d finally made it to Hogwarts.

My Review:

 

I rarely read this genre as I am far too lazy for all the world-building that is typically involved, yet for this talented author I was willing to give it a go and I am ever so pleased with my brilliant foresight – this was the bomb! Although, I was anxiously second-guessing my choice during the Prologue which featured Jesus as the main character, as ugh – I typically avoid Christian books due to weirdly religious parents. Needless to say, I have more than a passing familiarity with their heavily biased and hypocritical interpretation of the Bible, although my parents’ odd zealotry seemed to have glossed over the existence of Nephilim and the wars and mingling of man and angels. So, of course, I felt compelled to consult with Mr. Google and fell down a rabbit hole, something that seems to occur all too often.

Shaking myself loose and trusting this beloved wordsmith, I read on. Hot damn, this was an intriguing, cleverly contrived, action-packed, and brain-itching page-turner. I had trouble putting it down and am currently on pins and needles and eager to see the next installment. Jeanne McDonald not only has me ensnared but wiggling on the hook. I fervently hope she is banging away on her computer this very moment and near the end at churning out volume two of this curiously addictive series. I never would have believed it possible that I could EVER find Christian mythology this enticing. Ms. McDonald has strong word voodoo and may well have used bewitched ink.