Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left.
Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane.
Ox was seventeen when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega.
Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces.
It’s been three years since that fateful day—and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.
This is not just a story. Or merely a book. This is a journey…an unforgettable journey.
I greedily consumed it as it consumed me. It was everything and I was nothing. I barely slept, forgot to feed my child and was oblivious to my surroundings. The title is precise for the words called to me. I whined, whimpered and wept. No joke…I was very vocal as I devoured every morsel. Its song is unique, unlike any I’ve experienced before. And for that I will always cherish it.
I shall fumble and bumble, but let me try to tell you why.
Thank you TJ. I know this journey is far from over and for that…I am eternally grateful.
Paranormal romance is the core of my reading addiction. I particularly adore shifters and more precisely, wolves. The primal need that overcomes the human, the fierce protection of theirs, and the call of the wild side….it makes my heart race. I want to experience the beast. Smell, taste, touch, hear, I am looking for a sensory combustion. TJ set me on fire. I got everything I was craving and then some. Friends to lovers always delights me. Ox and Joe become friends and this is priceless to Ox. Joe becomes the light of his life but not in a romantic way for many years. Suddenly Ox sees stars and it’s not only from walking into things. They evolve and it’s a beautiful thing to witness.
Let’s see here…I love Ox. I love Joe. I love Ox and Joe together. I love Alpha. I love mothers. I love brothers. I love a colorful witch. I love grease monkeys. I love tradition. I love pack. I…I’ve run out of fingers. I could move onto toes or I could simplify this…I love EVERYthing! The writing was engaging and touched on all the emotions in the rainbow. AND!!!! *high pitch squeal* there is moar to come!
Coming of age and sexual blossoming over an extended stretch of time. Joe is ten years old when they first meet. He is nearly eighteen before they lock lips. Don’t forget what your mom told you about patience! You should know that there comes a time when Ox breaks. Fragments are fed to us…bit by bit. Never fear, when the pieces come together its stunning.
If you love PNR and shifters this is a must read. If you idolize Klune I bet you ten cents you’ve beat me here. And if you don’t (yet) this is a splendid place to start.