Book Review: Fire On The Island by J.K. Hogan

The Solitary Bookworm and My Reading Addiction Blog Tours presents Fire on the Island by J.K Hogan

Title: Fire On The Island (Vigilati, #1)
Author: J.K. Hogan
Pages: 376
Publisher: Sapphire Star Publishing
ISBN: B008RO8BZM
Source: My Reading Addiction Blog Tours

“She who wields the mark is the barrier between man and monster. She is the daughter of gods, the mother of man, protector of all. Vigilati Usque Ad Mortem”

All Isla Macallen wanted was a simple existence on her little Scottish island, free from her mother’s insanity and the prying eyes of neighbors. What she got was embroiled in a war for the souls of mankind. A war of good versus evil, of witches versus demons, and Isla learns that she alone can end it.

Dr. Jeremiah Rousseau was a self-proclaimed nomad, traveling the world researching paranormal phenomena. He doesn’t expect his research to lead him to Scotland, and to the woman who will turn his world upside down.

Together with a facetious shapeshifting animal spirit guide, Jeremiah and Isla discover that she is part of an ancient bloodline bred to protect the gateways between the human world and the spirit world, to keep evil demons from destroying them. They must find the key to defeating Alastore, the demon king, and closing the gate before Samhain, when the veil between the worlds is lifted. As the war for their souls wages around them, Isla and Jeremiah will risk it all for love—a love neither had ever thought possible.

REVIEW

Fire on the Island was an amazing journey for me. The novel was a great mix of paranormal, love and humor. Humor was not the element that I was expecting but it was a great addition to the novel.

Isla and Jeremiah was a great combination. Isla a witch, Jeremiah a curious paraphysics expert. I wasn’t expecting them to click but when they did, they made a cute couple. The supporting characters were funny and memorable too. I’d say that overall, the character were well rounded and strongly written. The setting and the overall plot was intriguing and the ending was awesome. I also love the movie references in the novel, makes me smile once in a while. A slight warning for young readers though, there are sexual content in Fire on the Island although not explicit.

Fire on the Island is a great book for a series starter. Fire on the Island is a great read for readers who love witches, paranormal romance or if you want to pass time with a fun read. Overall this gets a 3.5 for me. 🙂

*Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorcements and Testimonials in Advertising*

EXCERPT

            Faint and otherworldly, the tinkling sound of light splashing floated on the air. Cautiously, he approached an opening in the trees that he knew would lead down to the burn. Stopping short, he was taken aback by what he saw.

There in the clearing was a small pool, caused by the buildup of rock and sediment in the low-flowing river. Isla was submerged up to her chest, the water licking just over her full breasts, and she leaned back on her elbows against the bank.

Seeing Jeremiah, she smiled, causing her dimples to wink out at him. Despite his confusion, seeing that sent a shot of pure lust straight to his groin.

“Come in,” she beckoned with no less power than a siren’s song. “It feels lovely.”

“Uh, Isla,” he started, swallowing against the tremor of desire in his voice. “It’s October. In Scotland. Don’t think skinny-dipping is the best thing to be doing right now.”

Her laugh rang out like a bell on a clear day, sending little shivers over his skin. He wondered if she was in her right mind, but other parts of him were really close to not caring.

Her laughter died as her gaze dropped to his lips. Wetting her own lips, her eyes traveled a scorching path down his body. “I think this is exactly what we should be doing,” she murmured.

Aw, fuck it all, he thought as his brain short circuited. If he was going to freeze do death, what a way to go it would be. Anxious to join her, hypothermia or not, he stripped off his sweater and shirt. He had peeled his jeans halfway off, when he realized he hadn’t taken off his boots.

Isla giggled as he stumbled in his haste to get them off. When he was finally, blessedly, naked, he summoned all of his mental fortitude to step into what he could only imagine would be ice cold murky water, and hoped he didn’t squeal like a girl.

It was a shock to his system when the water he stepped into was the temperature of a hot-tub, and instead of the black, peat-infused, muddy color it should have been, he saw that the pool was as clear as bathwater, softly reflecting the moonlight.

Wading in until the water lapped at his hipbones, Jeremiah stopped to stare at her. She was a dazzling water nymph, her lush and curvy body belying the strength that rippled beneath it.

She stood and he was mesmerized by her luminescent skin as the water rolled down in glistening rivulets. He swallowed. Hard.

Isla bit her lip as she studied him until he began to fidget under her scrutiny.

Confusion clouded his strong brow as his unfocused eyes finally zeroed in on her face. “What the hell? How is this warm? I’ve never heard of any hot springs on Arran.”

Again, the tinkling laughter sent shivers down his spine. “There aren’t any,” she said with a mischievous smile. “What’s the point of being a witch if you can’t make a little magic every now and then?”

Lowering herself back onto her elbows on the mossy bank, Isla took a moment to enjoy the look of him. His shaggy, brown hair was wet at the tips from the gathering steam, and the heat in his hazel stare was enough to make her belly coil with need.

His impossibly wide shoulders and chest tapered down to rock hard abs, which were now quivering as he breathed fast and shallow. Isla’s own breathing grew shallow as her eyes followed the stark line of his oblique muscles into the deep V that disappeared into the water.

His worried gaze raked over her as if searching for invisible injuries. “Doesn’t it sap your energy to keep it hot?”

“Surprisingly, no,” she said, examining her fingertips coyly. “I feel great, actually. Energized. I think it may be because water is one of the elements and I can tap into its life force.”

In that instant, his gaze became sharp, a slow, wolfish smile curling his lips. “So you’re telling me that you and me are alone in a hot tub?”

Chewing on a fingernail, Isla nodded, suddenly feeling a bit like a jackrabbit caught in the crosshairs.

Just when she thought he would pounce, he surprised her by doing the opposite. Stretching his arms above his head, he fell back into the water until he was completely submerged. He stayed under for a ridiculously long amount of time, and the picture he made when he rose back out of the dark water made her mouth run dry.

Rippling muscles in his torso stood out in stark relief from the kiss of the dim moonlight as the water sluiced down his smooth skin. His longish hair was darkened from the damp and slicked back away from his angular face. The moon enhanced the shadows around his eyes and in the hollows of his cheekbones, giving his face an almost predatory appearance.

He looked dangerous—and positively sinful. Gone was the goofy, easy-going scientist who lit up like a Christmas Tree at any prospect of learning something new. In his place was a dark, volatile, and unbearably sexy stranger.

Surprisingly, she loved both sides of him, but she was glad that this one had decided to come out and play. Slowly he waded his way over to her—how he could make it seem like a swagger in waist-deep water, she had no idea.

There was no doubt in her mind that tonight, their lovemaking would not be slow and tender, but as wild and fierce as their surroundings.

In a flash, he was on her, strong arms trapping her against the bank of the pool. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she nibbled on her plump bottom lip. He traced the path of her teeth with the pad of his thumb, then tilted her chin up to claim her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Isla’s heartbeat went into overdrive, and it was so loud in her head it was a wonder he didn’t hear it too. He drew back a hair’s breadth, still so close that his breath mingled with hers.

“Open for me,” he commanded in a gravelly voice that turned her knees to water. There was really no other choice than to readily comply.

AUTHOR BIO
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J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them.

J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives on a farm with her husband and their three horses, one miniature donkey, one cat, and two champion agility dogs.

In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading! Please feel free to visit J.K.’s contact page—she’d love to hear from you!

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