This had me hooked like a moth to a spooky, werewolf-scented flame. This book is a delicious paranormal romance with a side of small-town secrets, and it’s giving New Moon. Mira Owens is our girl, stumbling through Timber Plains, Kansas, where legends of werewolves and vampires aren’t just campfire tales: they’re the real deal. And when a mysterious golden eyed boy named Julian swoops in to save her from a cliff dive, the plot thickens faster than my grandma’s gravy.

The snark in Mira’s inner monologue? Chef’s kiss.

While the pacing wobbles like a toddler in heels, and I wanted more meat on the supernatural war bones. But the romance? Oh, it’s a forbidden, fated-mates slow burn. 

And can we talk about Britney S. Lewis giving us a Black heroine who’s fierce and flawed? It’s like she looked at Bonnie Bennett, who, let’s be real, deserved SO much better, and said, “Hold my coffee, I’ve got you.” Mira’s no sidekick; she’s the star, and I’m here for it.