As they race to untangle the past and thwart a ruthless enemy, Tasia must face her toughest decision yet. Can she take a leap of faith to follow her heart – and risk her deadliest secret?
Tasia is no longer a nondescript, friendless and naïve Wizard on the fringes of San Francisco’s Chosen community. Publicly entwined with a powerful Shifter Pack, she must navigate the minefield of Pack politics and Chosen intrigue, while guarding her secrets from the Magicks who hunt her.
The stakes have never been higher as old fault lines, long-buried secrets, Wizard dysfunction, and Lady Bethesda’s ambitions draw the Chosen ever closer to a civil war. While Tasia grapples to avoid the pitfalls and confront her demons, it is an unlikely nemesis who forces her to face her moment of truth. Tasia finds herself at the crossroads – at stake are her carefully constructed house of cards and her tangled relationship with the man who holds her enemies at bay. Will Tasia risk opening Pandora’s Box or will she walk away to disappear into the shadows again?
Author’s Note : The Rainmaker continues the story from The Prophecy. The books are not standalone and are intended to be read in order.
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Julia’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
Petra Landon once again wisks us away to a world you never want to leave. The Rainmaker has all my favorite things that make up Urban Fantasy. A world within ours, fantastical beings, and a hint of wonder. Petra’s writing makes me wonder if this world could really exist out there without us knowing. I have been looking forward to The Rainmaker since I finished The Prophecy. I wasn’t let down. Tasia has so many secrets and I wonder if we will ever find out all of them. In this book more of her parentage is revealed as they try to rush and stop a war coming that Lady Bethesda is wanting to start. Intrigue around every corner, I wasn’t sure who to trust.
I get so lost in this world that everything around me fades away and I’m completely invested in these wonderful characters. The writing sucks you in and doesn’t let go until you look around bleary eyed wondering what day it is. I could curl up inside this book and live there. There were a few times the mystery and intrigue had me gasping. A lot of things I didn’t see coming. Just all in all this is such a great series to get lost in. Sometimes I’m not sure if I even want to leave the world!
Tasia and Raoul’s relationship changes in this book as well. I won’t lie, I was a bit worried. Raoul is still a bit of a mystery to me as is Tasia. We get some questions answered in this book, yet we end up with more at the end. I’m biting my nails waiting to see how the next book will go. I found myself reluctant to finish this book as I wanted to drag it out as much as possible. I’m dying to know more! Great addition to this series! I will be stalking Petra Landon more than ever now!
“You did well” the Alpha said abruptly. “Before.”
Tasia turned to him. “I should have anticipated the end” she admitted, parsing her words due to
the Clan’s presence.
And just like that, she felt better about her misstep.
“You’ll get better.” The gold eyes held hers.
Would she, she wondered. How was she to rack up any experience without using her magic,
she mused. Sort of a chicken and egg situation.
“How?” she asked baldly, with a quick glance at the clearing.
“I’m working on it” he said, in his usual impassive way.
Tasia frowned but before she could ask any more questions, she felt the air quiver again. More
Undead were on their way.
“More are on their way” he confirmed.
But Tasia had also picked up something else — a faint trace of magic in the air that wasn’t
Clan. She turned to the Alpha. He had sensed another presence too, one that didn’t smell like leech.
Raoul drew the likely conclusion.
“Nandini” he said under his breath. “About time.” He shot her a warning glance. “Watch your
back. Duncan and I will keep them off her.”
Tasia nodded, her eyes assuring him silently that she’d take care of herself.
“And witchling.” His eyes narrowed. “What I said about the leeches and hell to pay — I meant
Before Tasia could react to the provocative words, he seemed to leap into the air. There was no
other word to describe it, Tasia mused, as she gaped up at him. One moment, he was beside her.
The next, he’d launched himself high into the air with a soft whoosh to land gracefully in a half
crouch between four Vampires charging in.
Big cat. I knew it.
She watched as he straightened to let his fists fly, whirling with dizzying speed on light feet to
hammer the Vampires. His tee, which had been hooked on his shoulder since she’d offered it to
him this morning, was the first casualty of the leap. It had fluttered up into the air with him and
now landed softly at her feet. Tasia bent to pick it up mechanically, her eyes on the frenetic action,
just as a soft rustling drew her attention. A golden snake with large brown spots slithered down a
tree to make its way unerringly to Tasia. It came to a stop a few feet away from her to coil itself
gracefully and raise its broad head. The head turned to watch the brawl in the clearing, as grunts,
sounds of crunching bone and the high-pitched squeaks of the Vampires filled the air, before
turning back to the girl who stood clear from it. Tasia met the ebony eyes calmly.
“You’re among friends, Nandini” she said.
The snake uncoiled itself on the ground, the sun glinting off its speckles. The skin seemed to
stretch and tighten before Tasia’s eyes. The Chosen was changing forms. It was time to work her
magic, Tasia knew. She took her eyes off the girl to conjure up a simple shield, while Nandini’s
snake shifted slowly back to her human form. This was not complicated magic for Tasia, and soon,
an invisible enclosure cocooned both the Ancient girl and herself.
When Tasia glanced down at her next, the Indian girl lay panting in a tangle of limbs and hair,
her face and stomach pressed into the ground. Tasia waited, one eye on the carnage in the clearing.
More Vampires had joined the fray now, but the two Shifters held them at bay easily. Since a
majority of the Undead guards had placed themselves in hibernation to pool together enchantment
strong enough to blanket the woods, only a small minority had been left awake to hunt Nandini,
rightly gambling that without her superhuman senses, she’d prove easy prey. Thus, the numbers
confronting the Shifters were not as high as they might be.
Nandini raised her head to glance at Tasia, exhaustion oozing from every pore.
“Here.” Tasia leaned down to offer the Alpha’s tee-shirt to the naked and exhausted girl. It was
one multi-tasking piece of attire, she mused in sudden amusement.
“Thank you” the girl said softly, sitting up to slip it over her head. Even the simple act seemed
to leave her exhausted, and she slumped down on the ground again, her eyes trained on the clash
in the clearing.
“Wyrs?” she murmured.
“Yes” Tasia confirmed.
Relieved, Nandini closed her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax. As the exhausted Ancient
lapsed into silence, Tasia turned her attention back to the Shifters again. Like their differing
personalities, the two Shifters provided a clear contrast in the way they fought. Curious, Tasia
reflected again, that the bond between two such different men should be so unshakeable.
Duncan was brute strength and deliberation, his aggression held carefully in check, to make
every blow count. The Alpha was power and grace, light on his feet with perfect balance, as he
swung and danced to dodge and land precise blows on his opponents.
“Raoul Merceau?” the girl on the ground inquired.
“That’s the Alpha.” Tasia pointed him out.
The girl’s eyes flashed to Tasia. “You’re with him?”
I’m with Raoul Merceau.
The girl’s eyes were an unusual shade of indigo, so dark that they seemed almost black. Of
medium height, she had skin the color of dark honey that drew attention to her unusual eyes. She
was very attractive, with her exotic coloring and symmetric features. Her long dark hair lay tangled
around her, twigs and wisps of leaves enmeshed in it. Tasia was glad to note that she looked a little
less exhausted, after only a few minutes of rest.
“We’ve been looking for you” Tasia said.
“Something …” The girl paused. “I think the Blutsaugers did something to me.”
“They enchanted the wood. It played havoc with Shifter senses. We thought it might affect you,
“It did.” Nandini sat up slowly to study Tasia, her brow faintly furrowed. “You’re not a
“No.” Tasia shook her head.
“But you’re with the Shifters?”
Curiosity flashed across the girl’s face but she asked no further questions.
“I’m Tasia” the Wizard introduced herself.
The first Vampire broke through the ranks to charge them, only to be brought up short by the
bubble of magic Tasia had conjured up to protect both Chosen.
Nandini took in the Vampire plastered against the invisible wall, unable to pierce through
despite his repeated assaults on it.
She glanced at Tasia. “First One or Wizard?” she inquired.
I am both. And neither.
“Wizard” Tasia said.
An avid reader all her life, only recently has Petra allowed her own imagination to run riot. She loves to travel and reads everything she can get her hands on. Her idea of a good read is one where the story and characters linger, long after the book has been set aside. Sometimes, when the ending of a promising book disappoints her, she imagines a different and more satisfying outcome for herself.
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