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Book Review: Deepest Midnight (The Immortal Kindred Series Book One) by Clara Winter

Deepest Midnight (The Immortal Kindred Series Book One)
by Clara Winter
June 25, 2018
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-945910-64-7
Number of pages: 162
Word Count: 48,903
True love never dies

True love never dies. At least it doesn’t for Millicent, a once French noblewoman turned immortal vampire. Her big problem is that the love of her life was murdered before she was granted immortality. Forever is a long time to live in despair. 240 years later, she happens upon an English actor named Jack, who happens to look exactly like her dead lover.

Trying to figure out Jack’s true soul identity becomes complicated by her own uncertainty, Jack’s mortality, and the other man in Millicent’s life. Alexandre, her maker and companion, isn’t going to make it too easy for her. Millicent must decide if she’s going to continue to be led by others or take the reins and drive the outcome of her life.

Deepest Midnight is set in modern day Savannah, Ga with occasional glimpses back to 18th century France.




For a 162 pages, this PNR was enjoyable and had enough plot drama to keep me pushing until the very end. While sadly I wasn't a fan overall of the story, I did finish the book. I'm not sure why all the pieces didn't fit for me personally but that should not reflect on the author. 

I would be happy to give the next edition a try though, would really love to see if this series could be that new saga I want to sink my fangs into! 

So I'm saying, give some other reviews a look and see what they are saying. Read Deepest Midnight for yourself and let ME know what you thought! 


NO RATING AT THIS TIME

KD



Excerpt: 
I reach into my clutch to take out my phone. Someone may as well get lucky tonight. Before I can begin my text, Alexandre is next to me. Being psychically linked to him stinks sometimes. Ok, all the time. If I wasn’t so lazy, I would learn how to shield my thoughts.

I put my phone away. He says, “You know I hate texting.”

“Why are you whispering? Who could possibly hear us?” I ask, in my sweetest southern belle accent. Irritating him is what I do best, although he doesn’t always take the bait.

“Do you see her?” He pauses, looking around. “There she is in the back, next to the man with the copper hair. Don’t you have a thing for gingers, Mills?” He tugs on my arm, pointing with his other hand, as I look up. 


Alexandre starts explaining how he is going to approach her. I roll my eyes. He thinks he can just walk up to a world-famous movie star, throw up an eyebrow, and she’ll be stripping naked. The annoying thing is, she probably will. On the last half of my eye roll, I lock eyes with a man who was murdered over two hundred years ago. All the breath leaves my body.


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Clara Winter grew up reading Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, and Alice in Wonderland, while watching Buck Rogers, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. Writing her own stories naturally ensued. She is a wife, mother, and former school counselor, with a Master’s Degree in Counseling. Amy is from Colorado Springs, Co and currently resides in Mission Viejo, Ca.

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