Title: A Curse Unbroken
Author: Cecy Robson
Series: Weird Girls, book 5
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Loveswept (March 10th)
Source: Review copy from publisher
Fans of Keri Arthur will love the Weird Girls, four sisters cursed with supernatural powers. In Cecy Robson’s latest urban fantasy romance, the search is on for an unholy grail, while evil is licking its wounds—and looking for revenge.
The preternatural world is changing. After a massive magical throwdown tore apart the established order, the dark elements are rebuilding their ranks unopposed. Celia Wird’s world is changing, too. She’s the mate of the pureblood were Aric, and his Warriors are honor-bound to protect her family as she and her sisters recover from unimaginable horrors.
Celia hesitates to reveal the true extent of the Wird sisters’ trauma, but they aren’t the only ones keeping secrets: Aric and the werewolf Elders are tracking a stone that grants limitless power. So is a tough coven of witches. Then Misha, a master vampire with his own plans for the stone, sends Celia after it. Can she and the vamps beat both the weres and the witches to the treasure before it falls into the wrong hands?
Fearing for Celia’s safety, Aric begs her to stay out of the hunt. What they don’t realize is that they’re the ones being hunted. But Celia’s ready to prove that she’s not easy prey.
A Curse Unbroken starts some time after the events in A Cursed Bloodline (fourth book). Celia, her sisters and their wolves are trying to come to terms with what happened to them in A Cursed Bloodline. Some of them are doing better than others, but despite not being in their best shapes physically and emotionally, they know they have to move forward with their lives; especially when there are people trying to hurt them; but this time around they are working together against their common enemy.
A Cursed Bloodline is the end of Celia and Aric’s arc story; but don’t expect and easy path for them with flowers, singing birds and unicorns… ok… with Cecy’s writing you could expect unicorns… but vicious, carnivorous unicorns. But no, no evil unicorns in this installment, only insanely strong enemies, and so many complications for Celia and Aric that couple of times I wished Cecy would have given them a break.
One thing we see very clear in A Cursed Bloodline is that Celia and Aric love each other very deeply and
finally Aric is willing to do anything on his power to fight
for his right to be with her.
Celia’s sisters play an important part in the story, but sadly, not all of them are doing well. Shayna is well and happy with her wolf. There is somebody getting close to Emme; but we’ll have to wait and see how “that” will develop in future books. The one sister that is not doing well is Taran. She hasn’t been able to come to terms with what happened to her in A Cursed Bloodline (fourth book) and that is profoundly affecting her relationship with Gemini, who also is having trouble dealing with Taran’s new changes.
Almost everybody who has played a part in this series is present in this installment; some play bigger roles than others, but they all have a purpose in the story. It was good to see them all come together to fight for Aric and Celia’s HEA. But as always I have to mention somebody very special (for me) and that is Misha. I love him! Love him! I love him! As always he comes through for Celia when she needs him and even when she doesn’t. I loved to learn more about him and the tidbits we learned from his past made me understand why he loves Celia so much and why she will always have a special place in his heart and with his family. Well done Cecy, well done! Now, please give him the HEA he so much deserves.
Cecy’s writing is better than ever; she balances difficult and dark situations with the perfect amount of humor to make the reading experience more enjoyable. In this installment Cecy shows us once again that her imagination doesn’t have limits. There are some scenes in this book so unique and creative that I imagine the best acid trip couldn’t compare with them. Some of them are so over the top they are hilariously good… Sparkling cartwheels!
As its predecessors, A Cursed Bloodline is a non-stop action, heart wrenching, impossible to put down book. It is also a great addition to a great and very original series and the perfect conclusion to Aric and Celia’s story. Now I’m ready to accompany Taran along her journey.
I recommend A Cursed Bloodline to urban fantasy and paranormal fans; I also recommend reading the books in this series in order to get the full effect of the wonderful and inventive world Cecy Robson has created. Trust me, you are going to love these books.
My Verdict: 4 ½ Paws
Other books in the series
A Curse Awakened (Prequel)
The Weird Girls (prequel)
A Cursed Moon (Novella)
A Curse Unbroken (March 10th)
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Cecy Robson is the New Adult author of Once Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure and the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
My remaining sisters hid behind the cluster of boulders. Emme stayed perfectly still, waiting for the right moment to use her telekinetic power. Taran wasn’t as patient and attempted to stir flame from her hands. But her newly regenerated limb affected her command. The funnel of fire she built dwindled to flecks of embers within moments of summoning her power.
Her waning strength and control scared me, but now wasn’t the time to show fear. I caught my breath and changed into a golden tigress, only to have Aric block my launch forward and growl. He didn’t want me to fight. He wanted me safe. I couldn’t blame him. He knew I hadn’t fully recovered from my last fight and had permanent scars to prove it.
He growled once more before leaving me and ramming the panther at full velocity. The panther’s ribs cracked when Aric connected, the force dragging him across the sand. But as tough as Aric was, the shifters still reigned as the deadliest preternaturals on earth. Injured or not, I wouldn’t allow my chosen pack to fight without me.
I charged, my large form grinding to a halt as I sensed something descending toward me like a bomb. The eagle shifter had released the horse. Good grief, Pegasus he wasn’t. The horse crashed down, narrowly missing me and splattering into a million pieces. Something, possibly his stomach, smacked me between the eyes and temporarily blinded me with its fluid.
Emme screamed, “Celia!”
I bounded toward the sound of her voice. I still couldn’t see and hoped I was going in the right direction. While I moved fast, it wasn’t enough. The eagle’s talons punctured my hide. Despite the jolt of pain, I stretched out my claws to the earth and shifted him into the ground with me.
My body and his broke apart into tiny molecules that passed through the sand. My intent was to bury him and leave him to suffocate. He must have been familiar with my unique gift because he released me before I could take him far.
When I surfaced several yards away, he was already breaking his partially buried body free and propelling toward me. Damn, he was fast. His powerful wings tilted, easily dodging the boulder Emme flung at him. I shot in the direction of the forest; if he wanted me, he’d have to work for it.
I raced across the road, luring the shape-shifter away from my group. If I could buy them enough time to kill the other shifter, the one chasing me would be easier to take on.
My ideas were always better in theory. I’d barely felt the forest floor beneath my paws when razor-sharp talons dug into my back legs and I was wrenched into the air.
The damn shifter screeched, loud enough to stab at my sensitive eardrums. But that pain didn’t compare with the pain I felt when his talons cut into my muscles and scraped at my bones.
Agony claimed my entire being, each pull to my muscles growing worse and more torturous as I swung upside down. Beneath me the earth spun. I made out brief images: a river, the thickening stretch of forest, and the tops of its swiftly approaching trees.
Trees! Shit, shit, shit.
The momentum I used to avoid the pines added to my torment. I roared as the shifter jerked and dipped in awkward motions. This evil bastard wanted me to suffer before he sacrificed me to his deity. So despite the mounting pain, I swung my body hard, grabbing onto my back legs and curling into a ball.
He screeched again, soaring with erratic flaps of his wings.
The treetops smacked at my underside. It hurt, but it beat decapitation. I tried to use my free claws as weapons. It wasn’t until I pulled myself into a better position that I realized why the shifter kept screeching and why we were flying so unsteadily.
Aric, my beloved wolf, must have managed to fasten his jaws to one of the shifter’s wings before he took flight.
His presence gave me the strength I needed to act fast. I dug my claws into the underbelly and took a massive bite. The shape-shifter screeched again, but still wouldn’t release me. So I snapped my fangs repeatedly until his blood poured into my mouth.
In a rather daring move Aric changed back to human and used his hands to scale up the shifter’s back. Chunks of feathers rained down as Aric ripped the shifter’s wing apart with his hands. I clawed and bit harder, knowing the shifter would use his powerful beak against Aric if I didn’t distract him.
The shifter’s screeches grew more pained when Aric snapped the bones of his wing like rotting bark. But instead of diving toward the earth, the shifter soared higher.
That’s when I panicked. If he thought he would die, he’d take us with him. He tucked his broken wing and dove, sending us spiraling out of control.
Aric couldn’t hold on like this. We were diving too fast. So I shifted my weight and bit through the bones of the shifter’s feet.
It worked. Finally, I was free!
Good luck to you all!