Review: Dark Alpha’s Lover by Donna Grant

Review: Dark Alpha’s Lover by Donna GrantDark Alpha's Lover by Donna Grant
on April 18, 2017
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Series: Reapers #4
Published by St. Martin's Press
Source: Publisher

Copy for review provided by Publisher in exchange for an honest review.


four-half-stars

There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I am coming for you…

I answer to no one but Death. I am impenetrable, impervious, immortal. I exist to do Death’s bidding and no one–not Reaper nor human nor Fae–can stand in my way. Except for the bewitching half-Fae, Catriona. She swears the magic in her family passed her by, but I know better. This woman is strong. This woman is powerful. And when her abilities surge forth, no one will be able to stop the Dark Fae from coming for her. Except for me. I want to keep her close. I want to keep her safe. I want lose myself to her, again and again…

This series just keeps getting better and better.

Dark Alpha’s Lover is the story of a Reaper, Fintan, and a half-Fae, Catriona. Catriona (Cat) is being watched by both Dark and Light Fae and she catches Fintan’s eye when he notices that she draws such attention. Fintan is immediately fascinated by Cat’s acceptance of her isolationist lifestyle. She’s a half-Fae with no magic, basically alone in the world, and the two strike up a bond over their shared heartache, past losses and seclusion. Sound depressing? It kinda is. However, as Fintan and Cat get deeper and deeper into the mystery of her magic and how that magic relates to the Reaper brotherhood the two find solace and love in each other’s arms.

The Unique

  • Oh, Fintan! His pre-Reaper past as a Dark Fae led us down a path we haven’t explored in this series (and larger Dark World) before. Through Balladyn and Shara readers of Grant’s books have seen the wealthy Dark Fae’s doings before, but never have we delved into the underbelly of the Dark Fae world in such depth as through Fintan’s past. This book gave readers more breadth of understanding when it came to the Dark.

  • Donna Grant’s Reaper series is set in the same world as her Dark King (aka dragon) books. However, for right now at least, the two series touch minimally.  You don’t need to read the Reaper books to understand the Dark King world, but Dark Alpha’s Lover gave us “clues” regarding the Dark Kings. Daire and Balladyn both had a part to play in this book and their scenes satisfied my desire to move the larger plot arc of this world along.

The Exceptional

  • Fintan and Cat both felt a sense of loneliness and isolation in their past and throughout this book. Let me tell you, Grant’s depiction of those emotions and her exploration of how that aloneness impacted both the H/h was gut wrenching. While reading Dark Alpha’s Lover I felt Cat and Fintan’s sadness and hopelessness. I cried for them and rejoiced when the found some relief in one another. Dark Alpha’s Lover was written in a way that really, really played on my emotions. I liked it a lot!

  • Cael and Death…OMG. I.can’t.even. As the Reaper series has progressed we’ve seen more and more of Cael’s attraction to Erith; this book was no different. The tension…the tension is unbelievable!

The Imperfect

  • Once Fintan opened up to Cat and shared the story of his past, he was extremely emotionally vulnerable. I’m not sure Grant had explored this level of vulnerability in a hero since her Dark Warriors series actually. The imperfect part of Dark Alpha’s Lover was that his emotional vulnerability didn’t follow Fintan into this physical contact and connection with Cat. There was a missed opportunity here for some seriously emotional sex. Grant is always extremely good at exploring a heroine’s feelings during sex, and Fintan’s openness with Cat could have provided the perfect backdrop for a similar exploration from a male point-of-view. However, that exploration didn’t happen.

Dark Alpha’s Lover is my favorite of the four Reaper books thus far. Cat and Fintan’s attraction was rooted in shared emotions but they quickly moved past the feelings of despair into hopefulness as they explored their growing feelings for each other. 4.5 stars for Fintan and Cat in Dark Alpha’s Lover!




From the first moment she could remember, her family had kept her apart from others. It wasn’t until she was older that she realized what made her so different—she was a Halfling.

Part human, part Fae.

Some might rejoice at the news, but she wasn’t most people.

The first time her grandfather had told her of her heritage, she’d laughed, thinking it was a jest. But as they’d walked down the streets of Galway, he began pointing out the Fae.

That was the day her life changed. At eight years old, she’d felt the weight of the world drop upon her shoulders. The burden had nearly brought her to her knees. And it had lingered, growing heavier with each passing year.

Yet she remained standing beneath it all. Only because of her grandfather. The man who smiled in the midst of the many storms life threw his way. He was what kept her composed and mindful of the dangers of living near Fae.

While she had been fearful of her grandfather’s revelation, her older siblings had embraced it as a gift.

Cat looked down at the counter and the top that covered it. Beneath the thick glass, next to the register, was a picture of her with her brother and sister twenty years ago.

Whatever gift having Fae blood had given her siblings had been taken away in a cruel twist of Fate several months ago when they were savagely killed.

Her brother had been murdered in a crowded pub, while her sister had had her life snuffed out on a train to London. No one had seen either attack. One moment, her siblings had been alive. The next, they were dead. It was how Cat knew the Fae were responsible.

Only beings with magic and the ability to veil themselves could have committed such crimes without a single person catching something on their mobile phones.

Ever since her family’s deaths, she’d been waiting for the Fae to come for her.

What was taking them so long? She and her grandfather—who she kept locked safely away in his cottage where no Fae could enter—were the only ones left.

A flash of lightning pulled her from her thoughts and reminded her that she needed to get home. She started toward the front, turning off the lights as she went. Flipping the sign in the café window to CLOSED, she walked out the door and locked it.

When she faced the street once more, she gripped the handle of her purse and looked around at the people. She knew the Fae could use glamour to disguise themselves, though most preferred to remain beautiful. That made it easier to pick them out, but it did nothing to lessen Cat’s dread.

She remained in the doorway as a couple walked past her. The man said something to make the woman laugh. Cat’s heart caught because she couldn’t remember the last time she’d giggled like that—never mind actually being on a date.

Cat squared her shoulders and turned to the left. Her cottage was toward the outskirts of Galway. She couldn’t wait to get home where she could relax.

“Relax,” she snorted.

There was no such thing for her. While others brushed their cares away with a pint of ale and loud music, she would eat alone at her house and sleep with one eye open.

Being half-Fae had done nothing but make her life miserable. She’d gotten nothing else from it. Her sister, Nora, had been able to move objects with her mind. Her brother, Domhnall, could grow plants.

For some strange reason, magic had passed her over altogether. No matter how hard she tried, there didn’t seem to be a smidgen of magic within her.

Countless times, she’d asked her grandfather what she’d done to not have magic. He’d never quite answered her. In his usual way, he would tell a story about all the Halflings who lived without magic.

But she always suspected that he was keeping something from her.

No amount of conniving or posing the question different ways ever gave her another answer, though. With every year that passed, she was more and more sure that her grandfather was hiding something.

Cat tensed when she walked past a Fae talking to a mortal female. His silver eyes, black hair, and sex appeal were the biggest clues to what he was—Light Fae. At least, it wasn’t a Dark.

The Dark scared her the most with their red eyes. She shuddered just thinking about them.

She turned the corner and quickened her pace. Thunder rumbled the same time lightning zigzagged across the sky. More rain was on the way, but if she were lucky, she’d make it back to her cottage before it came.

Suddenly, she stopped. She didn’t know what had caught her attention, but something told her to go no farther. Her gaze roamed down the street as people milled about.

There was something in the air that draped over everything like a wet blanket. It took her a moment to realize what it was—fear. She looked at the humans and saw that none of them appeared to be affected.

Then she heard the footsteps coming, quickly. She saw the man running toward her and looking back over his shoulder. He passed beneath a streetlamp, and she saw his eyes—red.

But it was the terror on his face that surprised her. She hadn’t thought there was anything a Dark feared, but whatever was after this particular Fae must be frightening.

Her head told her to run, but her body refused to move. She remained where she was, even as a man appeared out of thin air in front of the Dark.

The Fae slid to a halt, his eyes wide. The man before him had long, white hair that was pulled away from his face by three small braids on each side of his head.

She had little time to process that before she saw the light glint off a blade. The sword sliced through the air and cut down the Dark, turning him to dust in an instant.

Shock reverberated through her as she involuntarily took a step back. What kind of weapon did he have that could kill a Fae?

Because she wanted one.

He took two steps away before he suddenly halted, his body stiffening. Then he gradually turned his head to look right at her. She couldn’t make out his face because of the shadows, but she knew he’d seen her.

And then, he disappeared.

She took another step back and hastily looked around, but there was no other sign of the white-haired man. Yet she knew she wasn’t alone.

He was there. She was sure of it. Just as she was sure the Fae would come for her soon.


 

four-half-stars

About Donna Grant

Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.