Title: Revelation of Blood
Author: J.L. McCoy
Series: Skye Morrison Vampire Series (#5)
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 4 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book & Print
After nearly dying in the battle with the monster Amun, newborn vampire Skye Morrison is more than ready to begin a peaceful life with mate Archer Rhys and their family.
Burdened with guilt by her unresolved relationship with Jameson, Skye tries desperately to mend what was broken and regain their friendship while in Boston for her Sacred Vow Ceremony. A man from Skye's past comes forward and, as the missing pieces are revealed, will she finally feel complete or is she being set up for more heartbreak?
With Skye consumed by the changes in her personal life, a surprising new enemy emerges to take control. Will the unlikely union of her vampire family and werewolf friends be enough to defeat this new threat?
J. L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing karaoke. She loves body art and is hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced tea.
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Jameson flawlessly finished the song and flipped his guitar around on its strap so that it rested against his back before hopping down and hugging Archer tightly, patting his back a few times. Jameson accepted the whiskey from his brother, then reached over by his stool and picked up a half empty bottle of his own favorite brand before draining the shot and refilling his and Archer’s glasses.They talked for a minute and I was about to turn around when a tell-tale frown appeared on Jameson’s face. I knew right then that the conversation had turned to me. Jameson’s head snapped up and he scanned the crowd, looking for me.I was so terrified of him seeing me and wanted to turn tail and run, but my feet were cemented in place. Fear is a total bitch sometimes. Jameson’s eyes passed over me and I breathed a sigh of relief. To my horror, they snapped right back to me and zeroed in. Like they were all suddenly conspiring against me, the crowd around me picked that moment to shift, leaving me fully exposed to him. His eyes swept slowly down my body and back up again, taking their time on the trip. I wrapped my arms protectively around my bare stomach and waited for the condemnation I was sure to see in his eyes. To my immense amazement and shock, it never came.He stared at me for a while longer then looked back to Archer and never glanced my way again. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or hurt. I settled on a mix of the two and tossed back my shot before chasing it with the entire can of PBR.I politely elbowed my way to the bar and ordered up another double whiskey while Archer and Jameson visited. The bartender must have sensed my inner turmoil because he slid me another PBR on the house and told me to cheer up. I nodded my head, thanking him, and tossed back the double before shooting the beer. A minute later, my head started to feel fuzzy and I knew I had a buzz. Sadly, being a vampire made it hard to catch an actual buzz and even harder to keep it for very long. Either way I was happy because my nerves were starting to finally calm down.A hand rubbed my back and I glanced up to see Archer behind me. “You doing okay?” he asked, concern heavy in his voice.“I’m buzzed,” I smiled as I signaled for another round for Archer and me.“I bet,” Archer smiled and leaned down to capture my mouth. “You taste like Pabst,” he grimaced.“Give me two seconds and I won’t,” I giggled as I held up three fingers.The bartender set our order in front of me and I downed the shot and leaned back into Archer’s side. “What about now?” I asked, puckering up.Archer chuckled and pulled me off the barstool. “Mmm. Whiskey. Much better, baby,” he purred, pulling back from the kiss. “Grab your beer. Jameson is going to play one more song before the band comes out.”I wanted to dig my heels in and refuse to go, but some sick part inside of me was obviously a glutton for punishment. Archer and I joined a small group that had amassed in front of the stage. Jameson took a final swig from his bottle before he cleared his throat and began the next song.I didn’t recognize the tune at first and smiled up at Archer in relief. Maybe he’s done torturing me, I silently hoped. I started to relax and enjoy the performance, but was suddenly slapped in the face by the verbiage. Looking back, it had to have been the alcohol that caused me to not pay close enough attention to the opening. Jameson was singing ‘Rest in Pieces’ by Saliva and his eyes were only for me.My breathing increased as I listened to the song slack-jawed. The look in his eyes, coupled with the lyrics ‘Would you find it in your heart to make this go away and let me rest in pieces’ made tears spring to my eyes and quickly fall down my face.Archer noticed Jameson singing to me and when his eyes met my face, he saw what the song was doing to me. No amount of alcohol could have prepared me for what I was facing tonight. I was standing in the middle of my own personal hell and I had an audience of hundreds present for my humiliation and shame.Archer came to stand in front of me, blocking me from Jameson’s view, as he put his hands on my shoulders. “Skye,” he whispered, his face full of sympathy. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to believe those songs were about you.” He wiped the heavy tears from my face with his thumbs as he cupped my cheeks. “We’ll go, okay? We don’t have to stay. I’ll have a word with Jameson later tonight.”“No,” I shook my head, suddenly angry. “Don’t you dare. He has a right to his anger, to his hurt. He has a right to tell me how he feels. I deserve this, Archer. I broke his heart; I devastated him by falling in love with you. If this is what he needs to move on then I’ll gladly stand here all night and take everything he gives me. I want my friend back, Archer. Maybe this is the only way he knows how to heal, who knows; who are we to say? But, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to deny him his voice.”Archer frowned at me, a look of indecision playing on his features, as I moved him to the side and was brought back into Jameson’s view. His eyes bored into mine as Archer wrapped one protective arm around my back. I was suddenly a lot braver than I had been when he sang his first song. I let him see the full weight of my remorse in my eyes as he sang to me. I told him without words how sorry I was that I wasn’t the woman he thought me to be; sorry that I wasn’t the strong woman he thought he fell in love with. I conveyed the full weight of my heart during those three minutes and prayed he understood what I was trying to say.After the song ended, the crowd whooped and cheered as the rest of the band appeared. Jameson took one last long look at me before he got up and started his show like nothing was amiss. The next two hours passed relatively without incident and I finally let loose and began having fun. I loved to watch Jameson perform; I always had. Pride for my brother, for my friend, was shining brightly from within me.Archer and I danced to almost every song The Manky Langer played and we were really enjoying ourselves. Seeing my Archer let loose and have fun was always such a big turn on for me. I remembered the first time we’d danced at The Mausoleum and how surprised I was that this seemingly straight-laced businessman was a closet Goth/Industrialist. Looking back, that night took place only a couple of months ago and I was shocked at how much had happened in my life in such a short period of time.The rhythm of my favorite song, Knackered Jacks, began to sound on the Bodhrán drums and I squealed like a teenager and turned to Archer. As we began to twirl and dance, Jameson invited some of the crowd up on stage to celebrate the closing song. Girls flocked to the front and Archer lifted me out of the way so that I wouldn’t get hit in the rush to be near Jameson. When the stage was as full as it could get, the push on the crowd lessened and he set me back down.We laughed and resumed dancing by the stage. Archer skillfully twirled and maneuvered my body with a skill that made my panties moist. He knew my body like the back of his hand and knew just how to work me. As the song started to end, Archer lifted me once more and I wrapped my legs around his waist.“God, I fucking love you,” he smiled happily as he rested his forehead against mine.Breathing hard from the excitement, I kissed him intensely; our tongues sliding together in a hungry dance as we groped each other with our hands. Time stood still in that moment as we lost ourselves to one another. Nothing mattered except me and him and the profound love we felt for each other.The cheering became deafening and to my genuine surprise, the band queued up one last song. The riffs of Jameson’s electric guitar vibrated and the crowd began cheering even louder. It took me a second to realize what song they were playing.Puddle of Mudd’s ‘She Hates Me’ hit me like a Mac truck and I turned wide eyes to stare up at Jameson. He was now standing in front of me on stage, surrounded by beautiful girls, as he sang the song directly to me.I felt my legs sliding down Archer’s hips as he sat me down again. “We are definitely going to have a talk when we get home tonight,” he growled protectively as he stared daggers at Jameson.Jameson ignored him and everyone else in the room as if they didn’t exist. He sang the lyrics to me with a satisfied smirk on his face and that really pissed me off. It felt like we were beating a dead horse at this point; me being the horse and Jameson the stick. I got what he was trying to tell me during ‘My Immortal’ and ‘Rest In Pieces’. But this song was just meant to hurt me. I didn’t need a cherry topper for my humiliation sundae. It was already fully loaded; he’d seen to that.I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowed my eyes, and gave him back everything he was giving me. I sang along to the song loudly and changed all the ‘She’s’ to ‘He’s’ as we stared daggers at each other. This song worked perfectly for the both of us, it seemed.I felt Archer glance back and forth between Jameson and me as he stood off to my side. Jameson leaned down so that he was singing the song in my face. I stood on tip toes to sing back in his. Screw being polite. If this was how he wanted to play it, fine. I’d apologized from the deepest reaches of my soul; I’d told him eighty different ways how completely sorry I was. Singing ‘she fucking hates me’ in my face was a hard slap to it. I didn’t hate him but I was growing tired of the grudge so I didn’t feel bad as I sang the song back to him. After all, I was starting to develop one of my own.Archer threw his hands up exasperatedly and a few seconds later the song ended. Jameson thanked the crowd, grabbed the nearest girl’s hand and exited the stage with his arm around her shoulders. He made sure to wink at me before he disappeared stage right.“Asshole,” I huffed as I shook my head and turned back to Archer.He did not look pleased with our earlier display. He pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his head, and then folded his arms over his chest. “This shit between you two will be worked out tonight,” he growled. “I’m not allowing this to go on for a minute longer. Both of you are my children and I love you with all my heart, but this shit stops now.”I sighed, properly chastised, and glanced down at my hands. “Sorry. I’ll go talk to him.”“You do that,” he frowned. “Then tell Jameson to meet us at Les Oubliette when he’s finished. I’m going to go get the car. I’ll meet you outside in ten.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips and then disappeared into the crowd.Damn. Archer was pretty angry at us and I didn’t like it one bit. I had to fix this…STAT.
I am rating this series as a whole and not book by book.
I am always excited when I hear about a new series. Especially a vampire series. My first one was the Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost. After that, I was hooked. I find such great pleasure in knowing there are continuations to such wonderful books!!
This series got better and better. From book one, Blood of the Son, to this book, J.L. takes us on a action packed ride that doesn't disappoint.
In this final book, Skye can't seem to catch a break. If it isn't one enemy it's another. The Dark Ones all wants a piece of her. I see more and more that there are people who use her in order to gain power. But, there is one things good going for her; Archer. Each and every time I read about him, I fall in love all over again. What a piece of man!! Let me say that this book is not for the immature!! It is very sexy and hot so if you can't handle the heat, stay out of the fire!!
Skye is a very good character. She is stubborn but she loves with all her heart. She is surrounded by good friends and plenty of love, even if her life isn't as normal as it should be. Archer is very sexy and determined. His love for Skye is astounding and I would give both my legs for it :) Dean is a riot!! I love that he is always giving Skye "another option" even in front of Archer. It makes me laugh!! He is always causing trouble but always makes sure he does it in front of Archer.
The action scenes in all of these books are great. They keep me on the edge of my seat and make me want more. I always feel satisfied when I finish one of these books. I always feel like all the loose ends are tied up and I can start the next book without being in the dark. That is a lot to say. Some writers feel like leaving loose ends make you want to read the next one more and that isn't always true. It could turn me off from finishing. But not this series.
Congrats to you J.L. for such a wonderful series. I read each one and loved each one. They were passionate and exciting. Phenomenal writing and seamless delivery each and everytime! I am definitely a new fan!!