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Maid of Ice (Blood and Silver #3) by Shona Husk. Paranormal Romance Book Tour , ARC Review , Excerpt & Giveaway.

Maid of Ice by Shona Husk

Pub Date: November 21, 2017

Genre: paranormal romance

Stalkers and death threats . . .

For Finlay Ryder, danger means playing a racecar driver on a daytime soap. That is, until he’s forced to reckon with his true identity as an Albah, a magical ancient race, by one of his own kind. Someone wants him dead. And worse, an ancient vampire is on the prowl, drawing blood left and right. Now, Finlay has no choice but to hunt enemies with unspeakable powers—or risk being hunted himself . . .

. . . and that’s just the first date

Ice skater Alina Nyx is using her broken wrist as an excuse for a career change. And when she falls for handsome Finlay, Albah drama feels like her new full-time job. Learning about magic and vampires is exciting, until her life is threatened. Now, as she begins to uncover her own mysterious powers, she must combine forces with Finlay to eradicate their foes for good, or all Albah will suffer . . .


Actor Findlay Ryder is an Albah.  That is a magical being like an Elf in this authors world.  His magical element is air,  but can that help him in a speeding car with no steering?  
Alina Nyx is a former silver medalist in ice skating.  Now she has a badly broken arm that could end her career.  Not that she would mind.  The fun went out if it long ago,  but she has a very pushy mum.  
There is a dangerous stalker who is determined to prove to the world how evil magic users are.  
This is a very different take on the paranormal romances I have read in the past.  Many of the "rules" have been changed.  That makes it an intriguing story to read.  It is part of a series,  but easily read on it's own.  I will definitely be reading the others.  


 The steering was heavy, which wasn’t a good thing at racetrack speeds. Finley Ryder didn’t know enough about cars to determine what was wrong and keep the race car on the track while it hurtled around the corner at over one hundred miles an hour. He eased off the accelerator and tried to remember all the lessons he’d had before being allowed to drive the car himself.

            Nothing came to mind that would save his life. The steering was getting harder. He wasn’t going to make the next corner and it was coming up way too fast.
            “Car’s not responding.” Finley said into the microphone in his helmet. The microphone wasn’t there for his team to call out tips. It was there for the film crew to give him instructions and for him to spout any lines they needed said.
            “What do you mean?”
            What he meant was he was jelly in under ten seconds. “No steering.”
            He pressed the brake, to slow the car so he didn’t hit the wall as fast. He swore. It wasn’t going to stop in time, that much was clear. “Make sure you get the accident. You might need it for a later episode.”
            When they’d have to kill off his character.
            Finley didn’t like his chances of walking out of this. Panicked voices filled his headset. They were never going to let him do his own stunts again after this, no matter how qualified he was.
His heart beat fast, pumping fear into his body. This was not how he’d planned on dying—he hadn’t made those plans yet. He didn’t give a shit how expensive the gearbox was. He tore his way down through the gears trying to slow the race car. There were sirens, emergency vehicles were already on the track. He didn’t take his eyes off the concrete wall to find out where they were. He knew what they were doing.
            They were coming for him.
            The car slowed, but not enough.
            He drew in a breath to calm the rising panic. This counted as dire situation, and he didn’t care who saw or what questions they asked. He drew the air around him into a shield. He’d tested his magical abilities before, but not like this. He wasn’t sure any Albah had.
            He was making history.
            With an exhale, he pushed every bit of will he had into cushioning himself, and the car, from the impact. If he’d been able to access some skin under all the safety gear, he’d have added blood into the mix.
            His eyes closed as everything collapsed around him.

Shona Husk lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back. With over forty published stories, ranging from sensual to scorching, she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance.


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