The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“Greedy can be bought, timid can be frightened, smart can be persuaded, but the zealots are immune to money, fear, or reason”
― Ilona Andrews, Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles #1)

There was probably some sort of deep conclusions to be derived from the fact that losing my phone disturbed me more than losing my underwear.

This wasn’t me. I always had my phone and my gun. And underwear.

~ Ilona Andrews, Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)

“Just keep in mind,” Leon said, merging onto the highway, “I’m your cousin and you love me. If you attack me while I’m driving, we will both die and then he wins. Don’t let him win, Catalina.”

~ Ilona Andrews, Diamond Fire (Hidden Legacy #3.5)

I've just finished devouring Magic Triumphs, the final installment in one of my favourite series. I've been anticipating this book for a long time!

After the jump, I'll explain a bit about why the Kate Daniels series is so special to me and what I think about the way Kate's story ends.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m glad we cleared that up.”

“Do you understand me, Nevada? I’m not walking away. I thought I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.”

I brushed his cheek with my fingertips. “What makes you think I would let you go?”

~ Ilona Andrews, Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)

“What about you, Rogan? Are you afraid of sleeping with an abomination?”

“When we were at the lodge, and you were dancing in the snow, I kept wondering why it wasn’t melting. You’re like spring, Nevada. My spring.”

~ Ilona Andrews, Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)

“Did you run any of this by Curran?” “I told him I was about to do something idiotic and dangerous, and he told me to go ahead and let him know if he could help in any way.” “I don’t understand your relationship.” Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds (Kate Daniels Series #9)

I'm no poet. I'm a soldier. So, I'll just tell you the way it is, as clumsy as it sounds. When I first saw you, it was like bing thrown from a shuttle before it touched the ground. I fell and when I landed, I felt it in every cell of my body. You disturbed me. You too away my inner peace. You left me drifting. I wanted you right there. Then as I learned more of you, I wanted you even more. You want me , too. I've seen it in your eyes. You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don't see you, I feel alone. You may reject me, you may deny yourself, and if you choose to not accept me, I will abide by your decision. But know that there will never be another one like you for me and one like me for you. We both waited years so we could meet.
- One Fell Sweep, Ilona Andrews

He'd made it clear in the past that he expected me to walk away from him the moment our family became a House. He didn't think out magic was compatible. If we had children, they might not even be Primes. He viewed this as the beginning of our end, but he came anyway. He was also a complete idiot if the thought I'd let him get away. He was mine. My Connor.

Wildfire
~~Ilona Andrews

"Sometimes bad shit happens, and you have to protect the people you love," Leon said. "it would be nice if you can do that and keep your hands clean, but life doesn't work that way. Life is messy, and sometimes you must do what needs to be done to keep your family safe. It doesn't make you a bad person."
I'd have to thank Kurt.
"One day some other Prime will threaten our House, and when that day comes, I'll kill him."
What?
"I'll do it quiet and clean, and nobody will ever know." Leon smiled. "I'm going to be a dark horse, the House Baylor's secret. I'll be the best assassin. A legend. They'll never see me coming."
I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands.

Wildfire by Ilona Andrews

Rogan looked at me, opened his mouth to say something, clamped it shut, and shook his head wordlessly. A terrible internal struggle was taking place. 
"Use your words," Kyle suggested helpfully.
Wildfire ~~Ilona Andrews

"What are you thinking?"
"I'm planning to kidnap you until the trials," he said.
"We've tried that remember?"
"I had the air-conditioning fixed in the basement," he said.
"Is there a nice chain waiting for me?"
"No," he said, "But I do have some nice handcuffs."
"No," I told him. "Okay, maybe. Who'll be wearing the handcuffs?"
He grinned.

Wildfire by Ilona Andrews

"I bet he's with Rynda." Grandma Frida set her cup in the table so hard it clinked. "You should call that woman and tell her to back off."

"Yeah, you should call that bitch out," Arabella said.

"First, she isn't a bitch. She's a client with a missing husband. Second, butt out of my love life."

"Call her out," Arabella said. 

"Tell her Rogan is yours!" Grandma Frida pumped her fist.

"Don't let her take you man!" Leon declared.

We all looked at him.

"I was feeling left out," he said.

Wildfire
Ilona Andrews

Wildfire (Hidden Legacy III)
Readers, I'm hoping you guys have all caught up with this AMAZING series! The Wenches are addicted! We cannot get enough of Nevada and Mad Rogan! We've been raving about Ilona Andrews' Hidden Legacy series since the first installment, Burn For Me. It seems like we've been waiting such a long time, when we finally got our hands on the ARCs for White Hot and Wildfire we might have cried a little.


If you want to catch up, you can check out Barb's review of White Hot here. If you're ready to dive right in, click through to read more! There will be no major spoilers in this review!

Grandma Frida walked into the room. "Ooh, here is my boy."

"Mother," Mom growled.

"What? I can't help it. It's the devil eyes."

Pierce did have devil eyes. Deep and dark, the rich brown of coffee grinds, they were unpredictable and full of crazy. He was very nice to look at, but all of the images of him looked staged. He always seemed to know where the camera was. And if I ever saw him in person, I'd run the other way like my back was on fire. If I hesitated, it would be.

"He killed a man," Mom said. 

"He was framed," Grandma Frida said.

"You don't even know the story," Mom said.

Grandma shrugged. "Framed. A man that pretty can't be a murderer."

Mother stared at her.

"Penelope, I'm seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy."

"Go Grandma." Arabella pumped her fist in the air.

"If you insist on being Grandma's little stooge, she can do your hair," Mom said. 

Burn …

“You're Mad Rogan!" Leon burst out.
"Yes," Mad Rogan said, his voice calm.
"And you can break cities?"
"Yes."
"And you have all this money and magic?"
"Yes."
Where was Leon going with this?
My cousin blinked. "And you look . . . like that?"
Mad Rogan nodded. "Yes."
Leon's dark eyes went wide. He looked at Mad Rogan, then glanced back at himself. At fifteen, Leon weighed barely a hundred pounds. His arms and legs were like chopsticks.
"There is no justice in the world!" Leon announced.”

Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep knowing that you're prowling in my house while I'm in my loft."

He rose, his face serious and harsh. "You will. You'll fall asleep fast and sleep soundly until morning, and then you'll get up and have breakfast with your family because I'll be prowling in your house tonight. And if anyone tries to interrupt your sleep and end your life, you have my word that they'll sleep forever.

That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. He meant it and he would make every word of it come true.I made my mouth move. "Okay. I'll see you in the morning." 

White Hot by Ilona Andrews

If only I’d had some paper towels and duct tape lying around. I rolled my eyes. What the hell had he been thinking? He was what, a multimillionaire? And he bandaged himself with a paper towel and duct tape. How did he even know what duct tape was? Maybe he had his own Prime version at the house, stitched with gold and studded with diamonds, just in case he gave himself a paper cut.

I laughed under my breath, snorted, and laughed some more. Standing here, dripping wet, and laughing like a loon. Perfectly mentally fit.

Burn For Me
Ilona Andrews

“Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also, I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek.”

Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews

The elevator doors opened. Twelfth floor. Rogan pushed the button, forcing the doors to close, and peered at Cornelius. "Is this my replacement?"

What? "I didn't replace you!"

"Of course not. I'm irreplaceable."

White Hot
~~Ilona Andrews