This is the first Garoul Series book I’ve read and it won’t be the last. In fact I’m so enamoured by the Garoul clan that I am going to have to go and read every single one of them as soon as possible. I know Gill McKnight is a talented writer, having read several of her books already, but I didn’t realise just how good until now. She has a brilliant turn of phrase, and has truly mastered the art of sarcasm – and I can’t resist a sarcy woman.
Connie Fortune, wildlife photographer and illustrator takes a trip into the wilds of Oregan hoping to find an elusive cuckoo. She finds more than she bargained for when she becomes embroiled in the lives of the Garouls. Matriarch Sylvie is intriguing but it’s her daughter Marie that captures Connie’s attention. Not that Connie wants her attention captured, but sometimes things don’t go the way we plan. What exactly is going on at the Garoul compound? Why can’t she stay well away – and why is Marie and her infuriating ways constantly on her mind?
I liked the Garouls, they were fascinating and I wanted to know more – much more. Marie was unbelievably sexy and when she was around things were hot, primal and urgent. The story was addictive and engrossing and I loved it. I need a lot more of the same – and soon.
I was given this ARC by Dirt Road Books in return for an honest review.