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Jensen hoped she’d never need Shimmerspell again. But now someone is stalking her, someone claiming to be the Lady of the Lake. To make matters worse, witches and dragons have come out to play. And Jensen must figure out how to harness her power and accept her destiny before she ends up losing everyone she loves.
From Lacey Williams – 4 stars on Goodreads
I really enjoyed this book, reading Limerick was like a shot of adrenaline, it really kept me chipper in my stressful times with school and life. Reading this book took me to another world where I was able to put reality aside and emerse myself in a magical world in iteself. It was action packed, emotional and fun, what more can you ask for?! I loved that we were able to see Jensen change, seeing her become more of a stronger character. We learn more about her and what she never knew about herself. The only thing I was sad about was the end, this book went by way too quickly, I loved being emersed in this world and being sucked back out was a bit unbalanced. But It definately is a book I would recommend to anyone, there is nothing to prevent a younger reader from reading this book.
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An excerpt from Limerick:
The moon was full and strangely bright, glowing in the dark like the yellow eyes of a Halloween cat. Suddenly wishing she could pet it, Jensen rose on the tips of her toes and stretched toward the sky as if it were actually within her grasp. But just as quickly as the thought had formed, she let her hands fall away and allowed her feet to flatten on the pavement, hmphing at such a childish notion.
“All you have to do is ask and it’s yours,” a husky voice said.
Jensen’s head whipped to the side at the sound and she smiled. Liam leaned against the old Maple tree beside Zoe’s house, his legs crossed at the ankles and his golden hair shimmering in the moonlight as if he’d been dusted with finely milled glitter. He wore khaki cargo shorts and a navy polo shirt, simple clothes really, but Jensen thought he looked amazing in them. Too beautiful for words was the closest approximation.
“Is it really that easy?” she asked.
“For you, yes.”
“Then screw the stupid moon,” she teased. “I’d rather have the stars.”
He moved then, closing the distance between them in just a few prowling steps. For a moment, he only stared into her eyes, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her jaw, an act that made her heart flutter and her skin prickle with goose bumps. Then suddenly, he gripped her shoulders. And then his lips found hers.
Jensen felt like she was being burned alive. Her skin tingled and her blood boiled beneath it. But before she could run her hands through his golden hair and melt into him like she so desperately wanted, his hands rose to her neck, lifting her hair as he ended the kiss.
Frowning, Jensen glanced down at her chest, finding a bursting diamond star seated atop a smoky gray pearl. With that, her mind rushed back to her nightmare and she tensed.
“It’s us—the star for the sky and the pearl for the sea. You don’t like it?” he asked. Worry filled his sapphire eyes and Jensen could swear he was holding his breath, waiting for her response.
“No, it’s beautiful, perfect. Thank you.”
He brushed her bangs behind her ear. “Is everything okay?”
Jensen smiled, hoping to dispel his worries. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
He shrugged. “You just seem quiet, that’s all, like something’s bothering you.”
“Would you like for me to tell you a story then?” she asked, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the pendant. “Or perhaps I should just sing?”
Liam grimaced, then glanced over her shoulder and frowned. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?” he said, pulling her from the yard.
Jensen twisted around, finding Zoe staring right at them through her polka dot curtains. She would have laughed at her best friend’s blatant nosiness, but Zoe wasn’t smiling. Her lips had flattened into a tight line and her scarlet eyebrows were bunched together in worry. What the hell happened? Jensen wondered.
Then Zoe’s gaze shifted to Liam. And where there once was worry, now glowed hostility. Weird, since she’d never mentioned having a problem with him before.
Liam tugged Jensen behind a green minivan she knew would have been black if it weren’t for all the pollen, looking around as if searching for witnesses.
Thoroughly freaked out by his strange behavior, Jensen couldn’t stop her own eyes from darting around to see if they were being followed. “What’s going on?”
He glanced down and smiled. “Just making sure no one is watching.”
“This.” He leaned down, lifting her off her feet and cradling her to his chest.
“Liam,” Jensen squealed, “what are you doing?”
His smile stretched into the most adorable lopsided grin she had ever seen as his wings fluttered so fast that they blurred together like the blades of a house fan. “Taking my girlfriend flying.”
Jensen was sure Liam meant well. And she was having fun … somewhat. The way the wind rushed over her, whipping through her hair as they soared beneath the stars, filled her with excitement. And for one brief moment, she could pretend that she had grown up on a farm somewhere out in Smallville. That an S could be found on the lacy gray cami she wore beneath her plaid button down.
But every now and then, Liam would change directions mid-air. Then a traitorous part of her would coax her into looking down at the miniature buildings below. And when she did, abdominal back flips. Puke inducing abdominal back flips. Still, she reveled in the magick of the moment, though she tightened her arms around his neck slightly, just to be on the safe side.
Dermott hadn’t been too keen on the idea of them seeing each other, and not just because Liam was a card carrying member of the Sidhe Guard—the Seelie Court’s personal sentry in the mortal realm. But because he’d known Liam before Jensen had come to Lakeside High, back when he was still dating Zoe’s twin sister, Shelby.
Jensen couldn’t help but feel curious about their relationship, though she swore she’d never voice her questions aloud. But it must have been pretty intense, because the break-up had been explosive enough to make Dermott hate the idea of a Liam-Jensen union. Good thing it wasn’t up to him to decide.
Liam spun around, a bit sharply this time. Helpless, Jensen squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in his neck.
“Sorry about that.” His voice sounded strained and his body had stiffened.
“No problem,” she mumbled. Thinking she was probably turning a nice shade of pixie green, she took a deep breath through her nose. And that’s when she noticed the smell, like burnt kindling during the winter mixed with briny water.
She pried her lids apart, and gasped, choking down a mouth full of smoke. Club H2O was on fire. But before she could form the words to ask what they should do, something clamped down on her shoulder, ripping her from Liam’s arms. And then she was tumbling back to earth.
Jensen hit the ground with a sickening plop, rolling several times until finally finding herself face down in a pile of leaves. Every inch of her body roared in pain. And though nothing seemed broken, she imagined she probably looked like she had just been in a plane crash.
After lying there for a moment, she crawled to her knees and got up on wobbly legs, grasping on to a tree limb for balance. “Liam,” she called out, her voice hoarse from screaming. She was in the woods, somewhere in the vicinity of the blaze. Shadows of smoke had thickened the air, making it difficult to take a breath without coughing. “Liam, where are you?” she choked out.
Jensen’s pulse thundered in the silence as her body trembled with panic. What if he’s not okay? What if whatever snatched me did even worse to him?
Leaves rustled and a branch snapped behind her. “Liam?” But before she could fully spin around to search within the shelter of underbrush, someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth and tugging her backward. On instinct, she flailed her arms, squirming to get away. Hell, it could be a pervert.
“Be still,” a velvety voice whispered against her ear, “unless you’re trying to draw them to you.”
Jensen went ramrod stiff as her heart began to batter her ribcage. Brennen. Oh God. How am I gonna get out of this? She’d never be able to outrun him and nixies didn’t have wings.
Slowly, Brennen lowered his hand and stepped beside her, his strange blue eyes focused on the trees. “Are you injured?”
“Shhh girl,” he whispered. “Do you not understand the concept of hiding? I’ll give you a hint. Quiet is highly recommended.
She gulped. “Who are we hiding from?” she whispered this time.
He cocked his head to the side, staring at her like she was the dumbest being on the planet. “Haven’t they taught you anything?”
Jensen just blinked, her eyebrows drawn in confusion.
He shook his head, scrubbing his hand down the side of his face. “Typical. The bad guys Jensen. The dragons.”
Okay, clearly he’s bonkers. “Of course, it’s the dragons. Who else would it be?” she said, easing away from him.
“Don’t be stupid girl,” he growled, pinning her with his steely blue gaze.
It was now or never. Jensen broke into a sprint, then slid to a stop soon after, nearly tripping over her own feet when she realized they weren’t alone.
A tall shirtless boy stood in front of her, his skin a deep bronze and his body fit for UFC. His hands pumped open and closed at his sides and small blistered flecks of red and gold pulsed on the top of his chest and shoulders. And strangely enough, those flecks looked a hell of a lot like … well, like the scales of a dragon.
On that note, the man’s mouth stretched wide becoming a vast chasm of licking flames. Frozen in shock, all Jensen could do was scream as the flames passed his lips, leaping out toward her.
Oh my God, he’s breathing fire. Terrified, she dove to the ground, but not quick enough to stop her arm from getting singed. The horrible smell of burnt hair and flesh filled her nose and her stomach revolted.
“Stupid lizard,” Brennen growled, “you do realize you’re supposed to guard the humans, not torch them, right?”
The dragon sneered at him, shrugging. “Certain casualties are desired.”
All of a sudden, Jensen heard someone singing, the voice so terrible and hauntingly beautiful that she could almost picture it ripping apart the soul and luring her in like the line of a fisherman. She reached up to cover her ears and realized she recognized the melody … and the words.
Frowning, she glanced up, finding an amused Brennen staring down at her as he continued singing.
Then as Jensen watched in utter horror, he walked up to the bemused dragon and drew back his blade.
She shut her eyes tight. But the dull thud of the head hitting the ground vibrated through her, and somehow she knew she’d never sleep a wink again.
“Stupid creatures,” Brennen said, shaking his head. “Dumb as a brick.”
He pinned her with his icy gaze. “Not God little girl, this was all me. No need to get me a card either. Money will suffice.”
Jensen cleared her throat, trying to think of anything but the dead body lying in front of her or the fact that Brennen still held the blade he’d used to remove the head. “Puff the Magic Dragon, really?”
“I thought it fit the mood perfectly. Besides, the words matter not, only the intent.” He bent down, wiping the blade in the leaves. “You do realize it should’ve worked on you too, right?”
Jensen gulped. “Was that your intent?”
Brennen smiled and Jensen’s blood turned to slush. She scrambled backwards, kicking up broken twigs and dried leaves. But before she could get off the ground, he dropped down in front of her. “What is it about you little human?” he asked, running his finger over her sky and sea pendant. “I still don’t get it.”
“Don’t,” she said, smacking his hand away.
He met her gaze, his pale blue eyes suddenly unreadable as he nodded over her shoulder. “Remind your elf that he owes me a debt. Times two.”
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