Genre: New Adult (Paranormal Romance)
Date Published: September 3, 2015
Publisher: Self
It is always darkest before dawn.
Gage and Mary Anne are on the run and determined to break Hunter out of prison so he can finish changing Gage. They look to Mary Anne’s college friend Genevieve and the zany Dire Denny for assistance, but in the end, help comes from the unlikeliest of places.
Hunter must end the hunt even if it means destroying his own brother and giving up on the girl destined to be his. With betrayal surrounding him at every turn, his best chance at ending the hunt is someone he is sworn to hate.
Dawn is the third book in The Dire Wolves Chronicles by Alyssa Rose Ivy. I was so sad to see this trilogy come to an end. I grew very attached to these wolves. I'm hoping for another spin off, because I think some of the characters have more story in them. We're given the perspectives of Mary Anne, Hunter, Gage, and someone new, Michelle. I don't remember her from any of the other books that take place within this world, but I liked her a lot. She was sassy, spunky, and smart. Gage is coming into his own now, and I think he's beginning to embrace his wolfy side. Hunter is still Hunter, serious and broody (I'm still Team Hunter by the way), but I think I saw a lighter side to him a few times within Dawn, and it made me like him more. I enjoyed this story. If you a fan of this author like you should be, this trilogy is a must read.
The ARC of Dawn by Alyssa Rose Ivy was kindly provided to me by the author for review. The opinions are my own.
The ARC of Dawn by Alyssa Rose Ivy was kindly provided to me by the author for review. The opinions are my own.
“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” As inconsequential as her answer was, it mattered to me. I wanted to know her tastes and preferences. I wanted to know everything about her.
“My favorite flavor of ice cream?” She leaned up on her elbow. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“I need to know more about you.”
“And that includes learning my ice cream preferences?”
“You know all of that stuff about me, don’t you?” I already knew the answer.
“Rocky Road.” She flushed.
“See.”
“Does that freak you out?”
I ran my lips across hers. “Not in the slightest. It means you cared enough to know. I should have too. I should have noticed you more.”
“You had plenty of other girls to notice.”
“I don’t notice them now.” There was no one else I wanted. I’d never understand how I hadn’t noticed how perfect we were for each other.
“Maybe you will again.”
“Nope. You’re stuck with me.” I was only half joking. I wouldn’t force my company on her, but if it was up to me, I’d never leave her side again.
“Because I already know you’re a wolf?”
“No.” I felt a growl growing inside me. “Because you’re meant to be with me.”
“Oh no. No. No.” She moved away. “None of that. Next you are going to start talking about pre-destined dreams and freaky stuff like that.”
I stiffened. Those dreams were the root of most of our trouble. “This has nothing to do with dreams. It’s about the way I feel. Becoming Dire has made things even clearer for me.”
“But you’re still you, so if it’s just your Dire side…”
I rolled her over so she was under me. “My feelings for you come from both of my sides. They were always there, but this experience has made them stronger. Being with you has made them stronger. Becoming a Dire has only accentuated what I already felt as a human. Things are clearer now, crisper.”
She grazed her teeth over her lip in a nervous gesture, and I couldn’t hold back. I needed to taste her lips myself. I leaned my head down and let my lips connect with hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle nor any of the things I’d promised my kisses with her would be now. It was primal and needy. I was greedy, wanting and needing to soak up every ounce of her.
“My favorite flavor of ice cream?” She leaned up on her elbow. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“I need to know more about you.”
“And that includes learning my ice cream preferences?”
“You know all of that stuff about me, don’t you?” I already knew the answer.
“Rocky Road.” She flushed.
“See.”
“Does that freak you out?”
I ran my lips across hers. “Not in the slightest. It means you cared enough to know. I should have too. I should have noticed you more.”
“You had plenty of other girls to notice.”
“I don’t notice them now.” There was no one else I wanted. I’d never understand how I hadn’t noticed how perfect we were for each other.
“Maybe you will again.”
“Nope. You’re stuck with me.” I was only half joking. I wouldn’t force my company on her, but if it was up to me, I’d never leave her side again.
“Because I already know you’re a wolf?”
“No.” I felt a growl growing inside me. “Because you’re meant to be with me.”
“Oh no. No. No.” She moved away. “None of that. Next you are going to start talking about pre-destined dreams and freaky stuff like that.”
I stiffened. Those dreams were the root of most of our trouble. “This has nothing to do with dreams. It’s about the way I feel. Becoming Dire has made things even clearer for me.”
“But you’re still you, so if it’s just your Dire side…”
I rolled her over so she was under me. “My feelings for you come from both of my sides. They were always there, but this experience has made them stronger. Being with you has made them stronger. Becoming a Dire has only accentuated what I already felt as a human. Things are clearer now, crisper.”
She grazed her teeth over her lip in a nervous gesture, and I couldn’t hold back. I needed to taste her lips myself. I leaned my head down and let my lips connect with hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle nor any of the things I’d promised my kisses with her would be now. It was primal and needy. I was greedy, wanting and needing to soak up every ounce of her.
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Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand. You can also read an interview with Alyssa Rose Ivy here.
