“I could handle the truth. I would listen to its heartbreaks and I would mourn the world as I knew it because that’s the kind of girl I was, and then I would pick my pretty self off the floor and do what I was supposed to do. Just like I always did. I”
― Bianca Scardoni, Iniquitous
** This book is part of a series and ends in a cliffhanger. However, all but the last book have been published. Last book is due December 2020**
★★★★★ – A MUST READ
INIQUITOUS is the heart-pounding third installment in The Marked saga, a fast-paced YA paranormal romance that grapples with love, loss, and self-discovery in a unique supernatural world filled with vampires, witches, shifters, and angels. ~ Amazon
Book 3 is definitely my favorite book in the series! There are so many twists and turns, its an absolute stay up all night, read in one sitting, page-turner.
SPOILER ALERT: Book 2 ends on a cliffhanger when Jemma is jumped from behind by an unknown attacker only to be carried away by Engel. In Book 3, Jemma wakes to find herself locked in a cell in pitch darkness. She is bloodied, dirty, scared, weak, and hungry but luckily she was wearing the Amulet, which protects her life but doesn’t protect her from pain. Now, Engel’s captive, Dominic is her only ally and together they hatch a plan to thwart Engel and find a way to escape. However, this means she becomes blood bonded (addicted to his blood) with Dominic. Engel’s witches use Jemma’s blood in a spell to weaken the realms which inadvertently activates Jemma’s powers and she escapes and is reunited with Trace. Together the three of them come up with a plan to close the breach by tracking down the witches that helped open it, but first, they need a few special ingredients to do it.
Jemma suffers so much in this one, everyone is out to get her and even when she is reunited with Trace, things are complicated, and they end even more complicated. I’m totally hooked and can’t wait to find out what happens next.
Goodreads.com Book Description
The end came at me jagged and skewed like puzzle pieces to a game I didn’t know I was playing. There was a distinct method to the madness, every move propagated to force my hand, to lure me out of hiding with the sweet promise of finality. I took solace in knowing that something better waited for me on the other side, something as pure and deep as the ocean itself. But there was no end in sight. No peace to be found. The end was only the beginning.