The Deepest Well by Juliette Cross


Love can stand the test of time. Can it rise above the taint of Hell?
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Lady Katherine Blakely is married to a monster. On the same night she witnesses how low her husband can sink, she meets a charming stranger, a gentleman from top to toe. Yet even her gallant rescuer is possessed of a dark side.

Lord George Draconis Thornton, commander of the Dominus Daemonum, is on a mission to expel the demon prince Damas back to the underworld. But a golden-haired beauty derails his plans and stirs an attraction he’s never felt before, not even for his centuries-dead wife.

Discovering Lord Blakely is in league with Damas, George sweeps Katherine away from the chaos and devilry threatening her life. With every touch, their love grows by joyful leaps and bounds.

Sensing his enemy’s vulnerability, Damas kidnaps Katherine to his hellish lair, where he wages a sensual assault on her defenses. As George tears at heaven and earth to find her, he is painfully aware of only one way to save her soul. The cost will break her heart…and destroy his own.

Warning: Contains wolves in gentlemen’s clothing, a precipitous descent into Hell, and a frightening glimpse of a post-apocalyptic world where angels and demons wage war for dominion on earth.

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Oh my gosh... I loved this book so much! This is the story of Katherine aka "Kat" and George. Kat and George were major characters in the Vessel Trilogy. Kat is also one of my favorite female characters ever. She was the tough, beautiful, don't mess with me demon hunter and I loved her from the very beginning of that series all the way to the end. There was a story to be told about how she became a demon hunter and the tense relationship she had with George. We always knew there was a love story between them but never knew the specific details of what drew them apart. I'm so happy the author wrote this book and finally gave the story many of us have been anxiously waiting to hear. And, she did not disappoint!
This is partly historical romance and in the beginning it was a bit hard for me to get into the flow of the story because I really don't read much from that genre.  But, when the paranormal switch took place as I got further into the book I was hooked and quickly turning the pages! 
Even though you could read this as a stand alone, I would recommend reading the Vessel Trilogy first. It really helps if you know the future before delving into the past. Backwards I know, but part of what kept me turning the pages was the anticipation of knowing the outcome but not knowing how it happened.   Maybe that doesn't make sense to you, but it makes perfect sense in my crazy little head! :)
This book did a number on my emotions because I was already invested in these characters. I knew what was coming was going to be a little hard on the heart but at the same time I just needed to know why they weren't together and IF there was any hope of them regaining what they lost almost 2 centuries ago. 
I fell in love with George, a love like his is something all of us want...  a man that would stop at nothing to save his woman.  And, he never ever gave up on her.  One of the best "Knight in shining armor" characters I've met in a while.  My heart broke for him and Katherine.  I got a little teary eyed in a couple of scenes. 
This story was so well written, engaging and had me turning the pages... and, has shown me once again why Juliette Cross is still one of my favorite PR authors. I love her writing style, her creative storytelling and the way she has you completely invested in her characters. I highly recommend her books if you are a PR fan.


5 Big Fat Glowing Stars!


“How do you know about the world of demons, George? How did you move as they did? I thought I had fainted by the pond and awakened beside the barn, but I didn’t, did I?”

Had she imagined being transported from the horses to the barn in a long blink?

“No, you didn’t faint. It’s called sifting. A power of the angels, to move from place to place at will.”

“But they weren’t angels.”

“They were once.”

Fallen angels. Could this be possible? What did that make the man standing before her? He inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Perhaps I should define the two realms for you.”

“That would be lovely.”

His mouth quirked at her sarcasm, though he chose not to comment. “There is the Flamma of Light and the Flamma of Dark.”

“Flamma?”

“Fire, in Latin, which is the common tongue between the heavenly and demonic hosts.”

She pulled her hand from his and stood, staring into the flames. “Why fire?”

He joined her and removed his wet coat. “I asked the same question once.” He winced as he peeled the coat off his right arm. A pool of red had soaked through his undershirt.

“Oh God, your arm, George. You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

Just as he had unbuttoned her jacket, she swiftly unfastened his waistcoat, then his shirt and peeled them off him. Steering her gaze away from his finely sculpted chest and broad shoulders, she examined the cut more closely. She bent over and, with a quick rip, tore a long strip from her shift.

“You needn’t do that, Katherine.”

“Be still and let me mend you as best I can.”

He held his arm straight so that she could wrap the fabric around his arm.

“Why fire?” she asked again, busying herself with the makeshift bandage.

“Flamma are all touched by fire, an otherworldly power given to each of us.”

She remembered the way he moved, the way the demons moved, with supernatural speed and agility. A drop of rain dripped from his tousled hair, landing on his shoulder before rolling forward. She followed its path as it slid down and over his pectoral. Trying to regain her composure, she inhaled a deep breath, which was a mistake. She breathed in the heady scent of rain and beautiful man, her agitation amplified by his proximity and the undeniable power surging through his body. She longed to touch him, to know what all that strength would feel like under her fingertips, but she was paralyzed by her own desire and wavered on a dangerous precipice. When she’d cinched the bandage into a neat knot and finally chanced a glance at him, his smile nearly buckled her knees.

“There,” she whispered. “That will stop the bleeding.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“What do you mean?”

His shoulders went rigid as if he were holding himself in tight control. Katherine knew his thoughts had wandered away from the wound in his arm. She asked again, “What do you mean, George?”

His eyes slid closed. “I love to hear my name on your lips.” He opened his eyes again, his jaw set in grave lines. “What I mean, my lady, is that I am bleeding inwardly, and I know of only one way to stop it.”

Katherine was well aware of the tension filling the room, of the rise of her heart rate, of the longing in his gaze, which surely matched her own. She realized she was tumbling over that cliff. And she didn’t care, quite content to drown in his aquamarine gaze.

“How can I stop it, George? Tell me.”

“I’d rather show you.”


About the Author:

Juliette is a multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance. She calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home, where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more books set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.


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