Title: Feather Fall (Spell Slave #2)
Author Name & Publisher: Evelyn Elliott (Dreamspinner Press)
Publication Date & Length: April 22, 2016 – 260 pgs
Hero and criminal. Brute force and subtle charm. Jonathan White and Crow Belcane are polar opposites, but if they want to rescue the man they both love, they’ll have to work together.
After visiting his former lover, Crow knows only one thing: he loves Regis and he will do anything to reclaim him. But before his very eyes, Regis is abducted. Kidnapped by high-end slavers. Only Regis’s infuriating partner, Jonathan—a dangerous vigilante—is willing to help.
To infiltrate the slave ring, Jonathan and Crow disguise themselves as master and pet. As a slave, Crow is pushed to his limit. He’s chained, branded, whipped, and forced to obey Jonathan’s every order. But the longer he spends at Jonathan’s feet, the more natural his disguise begins to feel—and the more he likes it. As much as he hates Jonathan, they make a good team.
Both of them are devoted to Regis. Despite the overwhelming attraction between them, Jonathan is unwilling to betray his partner, and Crow is unwilling to come between them. But once the three of them are together again, all bets are off.
This is the type of book that keeps you on the edge of your seat throughout the whole book. I could not stop reading it once I started. It was adventurous, it was maddening, it was truly amazing.
At first I really though that Crow was going to be a selfish jerk. I thought he was going to do what he had to do to split up Regis and Jonathan. I thought he was manipulating and heartless. But I was completely wrong about him. He turned out to be very honorable and a true friend. He was willing to break his own heart and give his life for the two men that he loved. He was also going to keep it to himself that he loved them both because he did not want to cause them any problems. I believe that Crow thinks that he does not deserve to be loved because his “mother” created him from a crow so therefore in his eyes he is a monster without a heart.
Jonathan is the one that I really liked in this story. No matter how hard it seemed he tried he fell in love with Crow even though he loved Regis. He felt guilty about it but he accepted that he loved Crow even though he was not he did not plan to act on it and hurt Regis. He tried to be noble. He tried to avoid those feelings but I believe that they are much stronger then lust as far as what he feels for Crow.
Regis in a way kind of upset me because he acts like the time between the three of them is only temporary even though he has both of these men falling over themselves to try to make him happy and let’s not forget to rescue him. He is in my opinion kind of selfish because he never admits that he loves Crow and makes everything out to be nothing more then wanting them to ok sleep together and get it out of their system. He even tells Crow as much and I think that even though nothing was ever said it was hurtful to Crow because he was basically nothing more then a hole to feel to make Regis’s lust go away. As I said was not to impressed with him as far as relationship went where Crow is concerned. As a whole I think he is a good person but he is definitely flawed.
I really hope there is another bookin this series because I feel there is so much more to this story. And I cannot wait to see where everything goes between the three of them and I want to see if Regis can change my mind about him.
NOTE: Despite it being marketed as a MMM, I would argue this is M/M with potential for MMM that doesn’t happen in this story.
Hmmm, where to start? First off, I have not read the previous story. I kind of felt that you needed to read the first story in order to truly understand where the characters were coming from and what was going on at the very beginning of book two. So, I would conclude that I was lost at the beginning of book two.
This just was OK for me. The build up was intense and there were a lot of emotions throughout the story, however, I had a difficult time connecting with the characters.
Jonathan is somewhat conflicted throughout this story. He loves Regis, and despite his kicking and screaming (inside), he falls for Crow as well. He seems to be somewhat broody and was definitely not warm and fuzzy. However, he is admirable and noble, tries very hard to stick to his own moral code and allows the guilt to eat at him throughout the story.
Then you have Crow. At the beginning, it seemed that Crow was going to be the lose canon on this book. However, he was just as noble and honorable as Jonathan. He demonstrated what true love could be – a loss for him and a gain for someone else. He was willing to sacrifice his happiness, morals and life for those he loved. All throughout this story, you catch hints of what Crow had with Regis, but the story is somewhat muddled by what he is now feeling for Jonathan. Crow struggles with how he can love more than one man.
Finally, you have Regis. For being powerful, we never truly grasp an understanding as to how the slavers are able to capture and keep Regis. I felt his part in the story was minimal at best, despite the other two characters pining after him. I didn’t really understand why – he seemed the most selfish and petty of the three characters. He also seemed to be the most demanding of the characters. Even though he has a history with Crow, Regis seems to throw those feelings, that relationship away – he’s more invested in Jonathan right now…that’s the key though, he’s invested right now. In the brief glimpse we see of Regis, it seems to me his character would be the most fickle when it comes to keeping a partner – he doesn’t really feel invested in his relationship with Jonathan.
So, while this book had great potential, I just didn’t really get in to it in the end. The sexual tension between Jonathan and Crow is high, but nothing ever really comes of it – a small scene that was anticlimatic for me. Oh well, can’t love them all.
Crow followed Jonathan to the lodging house. Jonathan looked like he was going to explode with rage the entire walk home. Crow prayed they didn’t come across anyone looking for a fight.
When they strode in, the woman at the counter scowled. “Your boy’s only been gone two days,” she said to Jonathan. “Already bringing whores home?”
Jonathan waved her away. “He’s a friend, Marta.”
“Friend,” she muttered. “Yeah, all right.” She sniffed. “Long as you send him on his way when you’re done with him. Don’t want him harassing my patrons.” She bustled down the hall.
Crow stared after her in shock.
“She thought you were a prostitute,” Jonathan said helpfully. He opened the door, then locked it behind Crow. Immediately, he went to the back door and swept it open. He went into the garden and hugged Chartreuse around her neck. His grip was white, and his entire body was rigid. “Fucking slavers,” he muttered. “Fucking disgusting.”
Crow leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “Why did the innkeeper think I was a prostitute? Do you often pick up whores?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes at the joke. But he relaxed a little, and he went back inside with Crow. He shut the door. His fingers rested on the knob. “So,” he said.
“So,” Crow said.
Jonathan looked away, hands clenched. “I need a favor.”
“Will you teach me how to—” Jonathan grimaced. “How to be charming.”
“Charming,” Jonathan said, like his teeth were being pulled. “It’s just this—this thing you do. I mean, let’s be honest with each other for a moment. You’re a terrible person, and yet every single person that meets you instantly likes you. How do you do that? Show me. I need to improve my acting skills.”
Crow didn’t want to teach Jonathan anything. But they were in this mess together, and if Jonathan slipped up and ruined his disguise, then they would both be in terrible danger. Crow saw on the bed. “Fine. Come here.”
Jonathan circled the bed like a wary animal. He sat far away from Crow.
“First lesson,” Crow said. “Body language.”
“What? Why does that matter?”
“You need to relax. If you look nervous, everyone else will become nervous, too.”
“I don’t feel relaxed,” Jonathan groaned.
“You don’t have to feel relaxed. You have to look relaxed.” Crow leaned against the headboard and splayed his legs. “See? Like this.”
“I can’t fake it the way you can.” Jonathan popped his fingers, then cracked his neck. He stretched his legs out, then touched his toes. Finally, he rolled his shoulders and let out a breath.
He did seem a little less tense now.
“Good,” Crow said. “Now. Lesson two. Just be nice. Observe people. Give them compliments. Listen to what they say. It’s easy.”
“Of course. I mean, that’s how I seduced you the night I met you.”
And the room became weirdly silent.
The night they’d met. Right. The night Crow had waltzed in, spent a few minutes talking to Jonathan, and then stripped his pants off. Crow winced. It was probably a raw wound for Jonathan, considering the fact Crow had—at the time—been part of a plot to kill him. He shifted to the middle of the bed. He crossed his legs. “Look at me.”
“I want to teach you about sexual tension. It’s important. We need to investigate the House of Red Silk, but if we stall too long, Madam Karis might realize we’re up to no good. You must keep her attention. If she becomes impatient, pretend to be interested in a slave.”
“Interested? How do I do that?”
“Like this.” Crow leaned in. He lowered his eyelashes and tilted his head a little. His gaze slowly went from Jonathan’s hands, to his chest, then—ever so slowly—he met Jonathan’s eyes and held them. The air between them felt thin as paper, as though if he moved one inch closer, the barrier between them would tear.
Jonathan jerked back.
His face was unreadable, but his eyes were wide, pupils blown. Crow put his hand on Jonathan’s arm, and Jonathan jerked. “Tension is a sense of anticipation,” Crow said. “Stretch out that moment. Make it clear you want him.”
Jonathan skirted away to the edge of the bed. “Oh, come on,” Crow said. “If you can’t do it with me, how are you going to do it with a stranger?”
“I keep thinking about that time you threatened to skin me,” Jonathan snapped.
“That happened once.”
The light outside had faded. Twilight lit the garden. Crow felt exhausted from his façade.
He got up to draw the curtains.
“No, wait,” Jonathan said. “I….”
Crow glanced back.
Jonathan had a painfully awkward look on his face. He blew out his breath. “Sorry. You’re right.” He got up. He rubbed his face. When his hand moved away, his expression was cool again. He scanned Crow’s face, then—hesitantly—touched Crow’s jaw, then his collarbone.
He crowded Crow against the wall. Their chests didn’t touch, not quite.
Heat flickered through Crow’s body, and he was aware, powerfully aware, of how long it had been since he’d trusted someone to touch him. He shuddered.
Then Jonathan pulled away. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” Crow said. “Like that.”
Jonathan shut up and went to bed. He lay fully clothed on the mattress, alone by himself.
Crow swept up a pile of blankets and dumped them on the floor by the wall. He burrowed into his little nest and closed his eyes. He didn’t sleep. Where was Regis? Locked in a cage somewhere? Sold?
- Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like?
Outside, beneath a tree. I love sitting the shade while I write.
- Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why?
I’ve always related the most to Regis, because Regis is an enormous dick and so I am.
- If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead?
To be honest, I can’t imagine that at all. I can remember writing as far back as I remember, and it’s been such a huge influence on my personality that I would be a totally different person without it.
- Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand?
Ira Glass said it best in his famous quote. “For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. […] A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. […] It’s gonna take a while. It’s normal to take a while. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”
- Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out?
No, I don’t think so. I suppose that makes me unusual, but I’ve moved on to other things.
- How do you come up with new ideas for your story?
Other books and stories, definitely. I’ll see something I like and latch onto it.
- What’s next for you as a writer?
The next book in the series! J But right now, mostly vodka.
- Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write?
Ha. I live in the Midwest, the land of farmers and silence. So I suppose I invent fantasy worlds to entertain myself, definitely.
- What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why?
Gosh, so many. I’d have to say science fiction. I’ve never read it, but I love it.
- Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc?
No. I skimp, I save money, I pinch pennies—and then the moment I walk into a bookstore, of course, it’s time to spend, baby, spend.
If you encountered Evelyn Elliott, you’d see a small soft-spoken woman wearing a sundress. At first, she seems like a perfectly normal woman. Do not be deceived.
Her hobbies include watching grisly horror movies, torturing her characters, and tending to her flower garden. She enjoys long walks in the park and collecting the souls of small children.
Whenever she reads a book, she always roots for the villain.
Avoid her at all costs. Certainly do not locate her Goodreads. Do not dare friend her on Facebook, either. She will only corrupt you.