Bound In Darkness: The Immortal Brothers by Jacquelyn FrankBound In Darkness: The Immortal Brothers by Jacquelyn Frank

Bound In Darkness: The Immortal Brothers

byJacquelyn Frank

Mass Market Paperback | November 24, 2015

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From New York Times bestselling author Jacquelyn Frank comes the captivating conclusion to the sizzling series featuring four immortal warrior brothers who love as hard as they fight.
 
After drinking from the fountain of immortality along with his brothers, Maxum is condemned by the gods to be entombed in the earth. Even though he has now been granted a reprieve by day, each night he is buried anew, his rock-hard body immobilized, his bones crushed by the pressure. When he emerges, his body heals, but his spirit remains scarred. There is only one way for Maxum to be completely free: He must kill the god who cursed him.
 
The task will require tremendous power, so Maxum must gather talismans to equip him for the battle. To help him on this quest, Maxum approaches the alluring Airianne and strikes a bargain as tempting as it is audacious. A skilled thief, Airianne could be a valuable ally, if only Maxum could trust her. Will this stealthy seductress also try to steal his heart—or will their boldness end up getting them both buried?
Jacquelyn Frank is the New York Times bestselling author of the Immortal Brothers series (Cursed by Fire, Cursed by Ice, Bound by Sin, and Bound in Darkness), the World of Nightwalkers series (Forbidden, Forever, Forsaken, Forged, and Nightwalker), the Three Worlds series (Seduce Me in Dreams and Seduce Me in Flames), the Nightwalkers ...
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Title:Bound In Darkness: The Immortal BrothersFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:352 pages, 6.88 × 4.18 × 0.94 inPublished:November 24, 2015Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0553393456

ISBN - 13:9780553393453

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Tale of adventure BOUND IN DARKNESS is the fourth and final installment in Jacquelyn Frank’s adult IMMORTAL BROTHERS paranormal, fantasy romance series focusing on four brothers cursed by the gods and goddesses, in their search for immortality. Two hundred years earlier, four brothers went in search of the waters of Immortality and upon the discovery drank from the forbidden streams. The gods and goddesses were angered and cursed each brother to suffer eternal damnation and pain. This is Maxum and Airianne’s storyline. BOUND IN DARKNESS can be read as a stand alone without any difficulty. Told from dual third person perspectives (Maxum and Arianne) BOUND IN DARKNESS follows Maxum as he sets out on a quest to destroy Sabo-the god of pain and suffering-and the god who condemned Maxum to an endless cycle of being entombed and crush within the bowels of the earth. Maxum, along with his rag-tag band of forgotten warriors, traverses the lands in search of five artifacts said to be imbued with magical qualities-qualities Maxum needs to defeat the god of pain and suffering. A beautiful thief will take off with one of Maxum’s prized possessions, and in the ensuing weeks Arianne will become a full fledge member of Maxum’s group, helping him to defeat the god who has destroyed his life. Jacquelyn Frank’s BOUND IN DARKNESS takes much of its’ characteristics from Tolkien’s THE LORD OF THE RINGS. The author combines archers, elves, Orcs, mages, dragons and magical rings of invisibility; add the possibility of a talking and walking tree, and a final battle between the gods wherein our hero becomes a god himself to reign over the world and all of its pain and suffering. Even the journey from town to town becomes a quest into the unknown. BOUND IN DARKNESS is a tale of adventure; a quest for power and magic; a journey that will end the suffering of the fourth and final brother but not before he must sacrifice his ‘immortal, human’ life for that of omnipotent power. The fourth installment in Jacquelyn Frank’s IMMORTAL BROTHERS series follows a different path than the previous three installments wherein our hero is not tasked with fighting a war but brings the war unto himself. In this, BOUND IN DARKNESS, can be read as a stand alone without any difficulty. The premise and basic outline are familiar but entertaining; the characters a mixed assortment of the good, bad and ugly; the happily ever after a welcome relief. There is plenty of action; a continuous saga in search for the unobtainable; and a romance that pushes our hero to both a lover and protector.
Date published: 2015-11-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bound in Darkness To be completely free of his curse, Maxum has to kill the god who cursed him so he needs all the help he can get including the magical amulet stolen by the earthy wench who seduced him in this adventurous paranormal romance. Arianne is a skilled thief so when she’s caught between a rock and a hard place she strikes a bargain and the reader can’t help but get caught up in the adventure as Maxum, Arianne and their small band go treasure hunting. The chemistry between Maxum and Arianne is hot and steamy but the relationship is a bit volatile as both are determined to do things their way causing quite a few heated encounters that add spice and quite a few chuckles. These strong compelling characters have lots of charisma and are not afraid to use it in order to get what they want and the steady to fast paced, smooth flowing plot thrills readers with lots of suspense, adventure and romance. Adrenaline pumping excitement builds throughout the story as Maxum leads the band on several dangerous and deadly quests to find treasure and of course Maxum’s hidden agenda adds some extra excitement to those quests as well. The story also has a multitude of other intriguing elements that add to the tension and dangers of their journey, like adversity among the band members, goddesses, demi gods, weredragons and Maxum’s curse. The well written scenes and details make this adventure come alive for the readers which makes it easy for them to become a part of the story and the intriguing events ensure that there is never a dull moment. The ending to the four brothers’ saga is not what I expected, it is in fact so much better this way, it also made Maxum’s story quite a bit different that the other three and brought about closure on the war between the gods. I was completely caught up in Maxum and Arianne’s story from beginning to end and the epilogue as it made for a perfect conclusion to the Immortal Brothers series.
Date published: 2015-11-21

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Chapter OneMaxum slammed the hand of the large, stinking man who had challenged him down on the table. The rowdy gathering of men cheered and jeered, some thumping Maxum hard on the back in congratulations for winning the arm wrestle. Someone slapped a mug of ale into his winning hand and the reveling men began to sing a victory song in his honor.Maxum moved away from the boisterous group and found a reasonably quiet corner of the inn, preparing to slowly enjoy the ale in his hand. He wasn’t as drunk as the other men in the room, but he was going to catch up with them. They had been celebrating since sunset but Maxum had only joined them an hour ago—­two hours past juquil’s hour when he had finally clawed his way out of the ground. Once he had healed enough to walk he had come to the inn to join his men.They were a motley crew; five in all including himself. Each with their own special talents and each necessary for him to obtain his next talisman.He reached into the pocket of his pants and fondled the amulet they had retrieved just that afternoon—­along with enough treasure to keep the men satisfied for quite some time.This talisman was said to have great power; it made the wearer invulnerable to attack. He had not tested that yet so he didn’t know if it was the truth. But a talisman like that would come in quite handy in a war with a god. For, as much as he was immortal, he was not invulnerable. He could be hurt and hurt badly. And there was that little bit about a god-­made weapon taking off his head and ending it all right then and there. If there was one thing he could count on, it was that a god would have a god-­made weapon in his hands.He didn’t take the amulet out, he didn’t put it on. He would test it tomorrow, and he didn’t want to flash it in front of the other patrons in the bar. He didn’t want to invite a thief to take it from him. To try anyway. A thief was more likely to lose his hand than succeed.Maxum took a swig of his drink and looked around the room. There were two women there. One was the barmaid and she was being kept quite occupied by the graspy hands of his men. There was Kyno, the big lumbering orc halfbreed with his shining bald head and large meaty hands that swung a spiked club like nobody’s business. There was Dru, a slightly shy, slim figured, fiery haired spirit mage who barely had twenty-­five full turnings under his belt. There was Kilon, a slightly rotund archer whose arrows always hit their mark. And last but not least there was Doisy, a cleric, far more handsome than a religious man should be and with about just as much charm as could be fit into one person. He did not grab for the barmaid, instead preferring to tempt her with smiles and charm and wait for her to come to him. Smiles that were gaining him the fastest refills when it came to the ale in his cup.What Maxum found interesting, however, was that his men weren’t paying any attention to the other woman in the room at all. True, she was clearly a patron and should go about unaccosted, but for all she was wearing men’s leggings and a shirt and vest to hide her womanly curves, Maxum could see them all the same. She was a shapely thing, her close-­fitting breeches leaving little mystery to the slender shape of her thighs and the cozy roundness of her ass. The vest hid her breasts for the most part so he couldn’t get a good feel for their size, but he suspected they were enough to fill a man’s hands.She was toying with a bowl of the hot stew the innkeeper was serving for dinner, nibbling at a piece of the questionable meat within it. She noticed Maxum’s regard of her and she returned it in kind, looking him up and down. He let her look and smiled at the interest he saw flickering in her eyes. And she had pretty eyes. A beautiful jade green to complement her silvery blond hair which she had plaited into two braids on either side of her head, covering her ears. He was disappointed by the style. He expected it was quite pretty when let loose. It would be straight, he surmised, like a silver-­gold waterfall, reaching somewhere around her breasts. Those mysteriously hidden breasts.She sat back a little, picking up her mug and taking a thoughtful sip. Then she stood up, skirted the boisterous goings-­on in the center of the room, and came to stand before Maxum.She was nearly a strap shorter than he was, slightly built—­almost like a boy if not for those hips and . . . damn it, he wanted to see those breasts! But she had the face of a fairy, all fine bones and delicate points, right down to her small upturned nose with its gentle tip. She looked too genteel to be caught out in this kind of crowd in those kinds of clothes. She should be in a dress—­with a corset that pushed up and showed off those breasts . . . wherever they were.“A quiet corner,” he said with a nod to the other side of the table. “Come and sit.”She regarded him for just a moment longer, but not because she was debating the wisdom of sitting with him. She had pretty much made up her mind to do that before she’d even gotten out of her seat. Still he didn’t know exactly what was going on behind those jade eyes. It was one of the reasons he was glad she had come over.“I didn’t take you for the quiet corner type,” she said as she slid into her seat and put her mug down on the table.“I prefer quiet corners. My men have other ideas.”“You’re celebrating?”“Is it that obvious?” he said with a grin he knew was charming. His brothers had always said the gods had gifted him with charm, good looks, and a good singing voice—­all great ways to woo the ladies. And they were right. He’d caught more than his fair share with that smile.She smiled back and relaxed in her chair. “A little bit. They’re throwing coin around like they could make it for themselves. They should be careful. It might attract the wrong element.”Maxum chuckled richly. “We are the wrong element,” he said.She laughed. It was a light, pretty sound but not a delicate little titter like the highborn ladies used. It was a laugh. A good, feminine laugh that made you smile to hear it. Maxum liked her more the more he discovered about her.“What’s your name?”“Airianne,” she said. “But you can call me Airi.”“A light, breezy sort of name,” he noted.She grimaced. “Oh, now you’re being unoriginal. I may have to rethink this whole situation.”“Ah. Well, forgive me. I’ll try to be more unique from here on out.”Maxum found that ironic actually. He was as unique as they came. It was simply a matter of not wanting everyone to know about what set him apart from everyone else on the Black Continent.She made a show of thinking about it, but then she shrugged. “I’ll give you another chance if you tell me your name.”“Wouldn’t that ruin the mystery of it all?”“I rather doubt there would be much mystery if I have to call you ‘You there!’ the entire length of our short acquaintance.”“Our acquaintance will be short?” he asked with an arched brow.“Oh yes. If all it is based on is the mystery of your name then it will have to be short indeed. The moment I learn it, all would be over.”“Hey, Maxum! Come roll at dice!” Doisy shouted at him from across the room.Airi laughed. “There you see? No more mystery, nothing to compel me to stay.”“I’m sure I have other mysteries about me,” he coaxed her with a lopsided grin.“Do you? Do you think I would find them interesting?”“I know you would. I promise I won’t tell you a thing about me. You can discover the answer to all your questions on your own, thereby entertaining yourself for quite a long while.”“But I already know so much about you,” she said.“Such as?”“I know your name.” She winked at him. “And I know you do not like to be called Max.”“How do you know that?”“Your man is so drunk he would have called you by the most familiar name he uses to address you. Since he called you Maxum and not Max I can assume he has been trained very, very well not to do it . . . so well he remembers even when in his cups.”“What else do you know?” he asked, leaning back and relaxing as he let his eyes roam over her again and again.“Let’s see . . . you are a mercenary.”“How can you be so sure?” he asked, surprise tightening him up.“You are well outfitted. You have spent a good amount of coin on your armor and that sword you carry. That blade was not made in any ordinary forge, I’ll bet my life on it.”She was right. The sword was his brother’s. A god-­made weapon and a gift from Weysa. Dethan had gifted him with it when he had told them he was leaving to “seek out his own life.” He hadn’t told them his plans or his ultimate goal. But having a god-­made weapon would be crucial when fighting a god. It was a fair bet that no ordinary weapon could inflict injury otherwise.“But being well outfitted does not a mercenary make,” he pointed out.“Ah . . . but here your friends give you away. A mage, an orc, an archer, and a religious man make for a pretty well-­rounded group of skills. All quite marketable if someone is looking for a hired hand to help with this little or that problem.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “But you do not make all of your coin by being a sell­sword, and I think selling your sword is just a means to an end. You have different goals in mind.”“Now you can’t possibly know that from sitting across the room,” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Her insights were uncanny. A little too uncanny. He was beginning to suspect she was some kind of mage like Dru. A spirit mage could tell a lot about a person if the right powers were used.“I know that from speaking with you. You are clearly an intelligent man. You don’t throw yourself into revelry with abandon like your men do, you keep yourself separate from their behavior. That tells me a great deal about what kind of man you are.”“It is an off night. Tomorrow I will get just as drunk as they are.”“I think not. No sense trying to mislead me,” she said with a smile. “Just because I can see you doesn’t mean you must try to hide.”