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I honestly couldn’t get enough of this story. The characters and story just gradually build that in the end it feels kind of sad to say goodbye to them.
At first, I was a little confused with the setting and theme of the story. It has a shifter element to it, but I wasn’t expecting that to be the norm in their world. There are werewolf shifters, eagle shifters, good vs bad shifters, Gods and Goddesses, and it’s pretty much a vast world. It makes more sense knowing that this is book #2.5 in the author’s own series called The Diesel War, so it would have been nice to know the ins and outs of the sub plot going on.
However, that can be ignored as the romance between Dottie and Guatimozin (Tim (pronounced Teem), for short) is super sexy. Count on an insta-attraction-lust romance because of this box set being called the Soul Mate Tree. Dottie and Tim are soul mates and the tree is what connects them together.
The Animal Gang (i.e. the bad shifters), are the main antagonists that make Dottie a prime target because of her past and who she was related to.
To me, this story had a sort of 1940s-1950s jazz vibe to it. Especially what was called Diesel speak. It was really different from what I’ve read before and it totally was endearing. Dottie’s character was consistent and really easy to like. I would totally want to backtrack and read books 1 and 2 in this series for sure.
Check out my review for Sweet Sacrifice by L.D. Rose–also a story that is part of the Soul Mate Tree series.
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Dottie thought she had it all: a successful singing career, a handsome fiancé, and a starlet’s wardrobe. Sudden betrayal brought it all crashing down around her. Those she trusted most played her as nothing more than a pawn. One misstep while fleeing the scene trapped her in another world alone, save a mysterious visitor.
Guatimozin, an eagle shifter, has spent ages assisting people through the realm between life and death, leading them to join loved ones on either side. No one had ever made him want anything for himself until he discovered this city girl.
Forces plot against them and time is short. Soon, their chance for a happily ever after will be too late.
Dottie wiped the tears from her face. Damn him, and damn his floosy too. She’d do what her mother constantly threatened her stepdad with, and remove his cock to wear it proudly on a chain around her neck.
I jus’ gotta find a way out of this kooky forest first.
Making her way back onto her feet, she dusted off her dress in a mindless motion. The fabric passed beneath her strokes smooth and dirt free. She studied the once vibrant red dress she’d worn on stage. The satin now appeared drab and colorless. Her bare feet peeked from beneath its hem, as clean as the moment she’d dabbed them dry from her bath. The blind sprint from her dressing room, across town, and up the hill, should have left them covered in filth.
In exasperation, she threw her arms in the air. “Swell. I mus’ be dead and I’m . . .”
She moved away from the tree to scrutinize her surroundings. As much as Dottie hoped she’d end up in heaven, her mother always insisted that, as a willful child trying to pass as something she wasn’t, her final destination would be a bit further down.
The sensation of electricity passing through the air made every hair stand on end as a matter-of-fact reply came from behind. “No, you aren’t dead, but you’re not exactly alive either. You’re in a realm known as the in-between.”
Spinning around, Dottie came face to face with a stranger. Like the tree, he appeared in color, only he wasn’t pink and purple. Instead, a tall man with reddish tan skin, swirling silver eyes, and waist length striking black hair, stared at her as though regarding a ghost. Thick muscular arms crossed over his chest as his shocked expression ease into a slow smirk, highlighting the defined beak-like nose, high cheekbones, and strong chin framing his mouth.
Nervously licking her lips, she couldn’t help but muse, Di Mi. Well hello, sailor.