The Trouble With Fate (Mystwalker #1) by Leigh Evans
Published: 12/24/2012 by St. Martin’s Paperbacks
My name is Hedi Peacock and I have a secret. I’m not human, and I have the pointy Fae ears and Were inner-bitch to prove it. As fairy tales go, my childhood was damn near perfect, all fur and magic until a werewolf killed my father and the Fae executed my mother. I’ve never forgiven either side. Especially Robson Trowbridge. He was a part-time werewolf, a full-time bastard, and the first and only boy I ever loved. That is, until he became the prime suspect in my father’s death…
Today I’m a half-breed barista working at a fancy coffee house, living with my loopy Aunt Lou and a temperamental amulet named Merry, and wondering where in the world I’m going in life. A pretty normal existence, considering. But when a pack of Weres decides to kidnap my aunt and force me to steal another amulet, the only one who can help me is the last person I ever thought I’d turn to: Robson Trowbridge. And he’s as annoyingly beautiful as I remember. That’s the trouble with fate: Sometimes it barks. Other times it bites. And the rest of the time it just breaks your heart. Again…
So Hedi… what’s been going on since the night the portal opened?
Being a Mystwalker, have you ever considered the option of going rogue and using your talents to do evil?
You’ve spent a lot of years burying your Inner-Were… Would you still bury her for good if it meant losing Bridge?
Is there anyway for Merry to be freed from her amulet prison?
Did your Aunt Lou trap Merry specifically? Or would any Asrai have been sufficient?
Have you given up ever finding Lexi?
Given your current circumstances, do you still feel more Fae than Were?
Since you finally let your Were out to play… Do you expect you’ll change at the next full moon?
This or that:
Books or TV…
Definitely books. My Fae magic plays havoc with cable.
Tater Tots or French Fries…
I don’t eat vegetables. Now if you asked me Skittles or fudge, the answer would be “Skittles” because fudge melts in your hands while Skittles melts in your mouth.
Patrick Swayze or Patrick Dempsey
Who the hell is Patrick Swayze?
*BB faints and DIES* … and I thought Hedi and I were like vodka and ice dude… *sigh* Nobody puts Baby in the corner.
Summer or Winter
Summer is difficult because of the humans and their damn grills. The smell of barbequed steak drives my inner-Were insane.
Theoretically that should make the default answer ‘winter’, but cold weather means hats and those things make the points of my ears ache.
I guess the answer is neither of the above. Though, if you really want to know, my favourite season is spring. Because that’s when Trowbridge walked into my Starbucks.
Just one more… Where can I get an amulet with Merry’s abilities?!?!
(Can you tell I’m a tad enthralled by Merry? Lol!)
Yup. You’ve got that gleam in your eye. Just give me a second to slip Merry into my bra.
There you have it book lovers! Hedi Peacock in all her glory… and SHAME for the Swayze debacle! I SUPER loved The Trouble With Fate – keep a look out for my review in the next couple of days!