Overall: 4.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐💫
Steam: 3/4 🔥🔥🔥
~QD STORY DETAILS~
Tear jerker: No
Location: Solskinn International Academy, Solskinn, Norway
Character age range: 26 and immortal (200+)
Lead: Emma Kingsley
Love interest(s): Calder Holloway
HEA: No – Cliffhanger
~QD BOOK INFO~
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Series: Yes – Duet
1. Dark Days – Semester 1: released 12/6/18
2. Dark Days – Semester 2: releasing 2/8/19
Sex/kink type: manual, oral, penetrative
Possible triggers: hate sex, violence
The quick and dirty: Enemies-to-lovers wolf shifter and vampire paranormal romance with a side dish of drama via disappearances of the locals in the deep dark woods. Big ‘ol cliffhanger.
*Mild spoilers ahead*:
Emma is the daughter of an alpha wolf who has taken a job as a PE teacher at a prestigious boarding school in northern Norway. She immediately suspects Calder, the new history teacher, is behind the recent disappearances of the locals because he’s a vampire. Unluckily for her, he’s also smoking hot and she can’t seem to tamp down her attraction. There’s a lot of hate back and forth until Calder proves himself to be the opposite of everything Emma was taught vampires are. What started off as passionate hate sex turns into steamy sex between lovers. The drama isn’t just reserved for their relationship though — Emma and Calder not only discover what is causing the disappearances but it seems Calder has some unexpected visitors that aren’t too keen on the company he’s been keeping.
Another great Liz Meldon paranormal romance. Not quite as dark as The Hunt series but enough steam, drama and suspense that you won’t be able to put it down!
A vampire desperate to escape his past. A wolf shifter determined to protect her future.
A killer on the loose.
One year ago, wolf shifter Emma accepted her dream job teaching PE at a Norwegian international school, finally freeing herself from her mother’s incessant matchmaking. As the alpha’s heir, walking away from her pack, from her obligations—potentially even her fated mate—weighed heavy on her heart. But deep down, she knew it was the right decision.
Unfortunately, her sacrifice may have been for nothing—because the new history teacher has fangs.
With a reputation for kidnapping and selling shifters to research labs, a vampire is the last thing Emma needs in her life, but she refuses to be intimidated. This is her territory and she’s not going anywhere, so that grumpy, gorgeous vampire can suck it; Forced together at a prestigious boarding school, two supernatural enemies are torn between ripping each other’s clothes off…
And ripping each other apart.
Eager for a fresh start, vampire Calder accepts an invitation to teach history at a private school above the Arctic Circle. Its remote location appeals to his sensibilities, and years of practice have taught him how to charm his human colleagues, but a certain gym teacher is seriously trying his last nerve.
All Calder wants to do is teach, so if the strikingly beautiful shifter refuses to see him as anything but the big bad vampire, perhaps he ought to lean into the part and really give her a show.
As summer turns to winter, humans disappear from nearby villages, gone without a trace and presumed missing—or worse
Only one thing is certain: there are dark days ahead.
Even for creatures of the night.
Dark Days is a standalone enemies-to-lovers paranormal romance duet. While Book 1 has a cliffhanger, all will be resolved with a supernatural happily-ever-after in Book 2.
My least favorite staff member had been assigned as a floater, helping wherever he could. Calder had shown up this afternoon the most dressed-down I had ever seen him, sporting a pair of dark jeans and a plain white T-shirt, just fitted enough to contour the muscular outline of his figure. I blamed Casual Friday, the last day of our homecoming spirit week, which had also included such hits as Crazy Hair Day, Crazy Hat Day—the works.
Predictably, there had been a squabble over where the vampire would be placed, groups of teenage girls bickering with one another until Calder graciously offered to share his time between everyone. I’d just rolled my eyes and done my best to ignore him, but he was kind of difficult to ignore with all that muscle normally hidden beneath a three-piece tweed suit on display.
I couldn’t blame the girls for fighting over him, either. The guy was gorgeous. They just didn’t know he was a vampiric ass beneath that shiny, hunky veneer.
After giving my precious gymnasium a onceover, the transformation for the upcoming dance making my inner wolf grumble, I folded the sheet of paper in half again and made my way to the far back corner, toward the door that would open to a hallway, my hallway, at the end of which sat my office. Hopefully the internet would have a suggestion or two for “cooler”, more “authentic”, on-theme drink names to appease the senior class president.
Never mind that she and the student council had come up with these ones in the first place.
One of the major items out of place during the prep stages were the chairs. Stacked some fifteen high, they sat bunched together in the back corner, and a crew of seniors had been moving them into the gym all afternoon, lugging the large black and gold chairs up from the storage room one or two at a time. As I neared the towers, my first thought was that they were stacked too high—that it wasn’t safe.
A suspicion proven correct mere moments later when someone on the other side of the chair wall tripped, their shoes squeaking out a familiar cry, followed by the clunk of chairs colliding with chairs. The row to my immediate left teetered, stacked too precariously tall, and I staggered back, tensed, waiting to catch the damn things, then pretend it had hurt me to do so.
Only the stack never fell.
Because some gorgeous vampire dick stopped it.
Calder appeared out of nowhere, his back to the stack, catching and righting it again in the span of about five seconds. It was a risk, using his speed around all these humans, but the music faintly whumping from the AV club’s speakers carried on, as did the chatter, the clatter of furniture, like nothing had ever happened.
“You okay?” I called, Calder and I no more than a foot apart, my heart in my throat as he stared me down, for once neither smarmy nor smirking.
“Yeah, I’m good,” the culprit on the other side called back, and I caught his shadow moving beneath the chair legs, marching back and forth, walking it off. “Tripped over my own feet.”
“These are stacked too high,” I said, still holding Calder’s gaze, unable to tear myself away, my stomach looping. “Cut them down by half so they don’t fall on someone.”
“Yes, Miss Kingsley.”
Calder smelled earthy today. Sandalwood. Oakmoss. Musk. My cheeks peppered with heat the longer I breathed him in, and when he eased away from the tower of chairs, I took a sizeable step back, crinkling the paper in my hand.
“I could have caught that,” I muttered, then ducked my head down and made a beeline for the nearby door. The metal handle squeaked when I gripped it, but the brightly lit corridor on the other side was mercifully silent. As soon as the door closed, the chaos outside disappeared. His scent vanished. Smoothing a hand over my loose waves, I dragged in a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly, making my way by the trio of closed, locked grey doors, beyond which was all my equipment. Balls. Netting. Rackets. The final door, way at the end of the hall, offered me guaranteed sanctuary, a private place to quiet my hammering heart.
The handle squeaked again, and I whirled around at the sound. Calder stalked in, letting the door slam shut behind him, and I turned away, unable to withstand that dark, brooding look for a second longer than necessary. If he wanted a proper thank-you for doing something I honestly could have done myself, he’d be waiting a long time.
I hadn’t made it more than three steps closer to my office before his hand snapped around my elbow, and my inner wolf snarled when he yanked me back and shoved me against the wall. Hackles up, my lips peeled back as the crumpled paper fluttered to the ground, forgotten at our feet. Calder caged me in with a hand on either side of my shoulders, his face ducking down to meet my eyeline…
Liz is a Canadian author who grew up in the Middle East. She has a degree in Bioarchaeology from Western University, and when she isn’t writing about her own snarky characters, she is ghostwriting romance novellas, loitering on social media, or taking care of her many animals.
As a freelance ghostwriter, she has written over a dozen books ranging from romance to horror, full-length to novella-sized. A handful are currently on the market, and she stalks their “authors” with fiendish delight. She loves writing realistic characters in fantastical settings.