My Review

I chose this book because of the interesting premise and that it seemed to be something different in a saturated paranormal market. While I found the book to be an enjoyable read, I felt the book didn’t live up to its billing. I also want to mention I haven’t read the first two books in this series, so I am hoping that some of the issues I found with this one would be resolved, but frankly I found the “faerie” (with no Celtic connotations or other mythological underpinnings) to be quite jarring with Native American spirituality. The Fairy Queen has very distinct mythological roots (Thomas the Rhymer comes to mind immediately) so to have her turn into a Disney-esque villain over layed with spirit animals and skin walkers (also which have very distinct mythological roots, while they’re treated as garden variety astral traveling shaman here) made me wonder how much mythological and cultural research the author had done. When that was combined with factually incorrect information about Oklahoma’s weather (There actually is a smaller “tornado season” for Tornado Alley in the fall, so it’s not “rare” to have a tornado.) as well as the random “bus stop” that seemed to show up just for convenience, I felt as if the book could have done better with much more research and understanding. Add to that the very young characters, who seemed to have emotional swings that belied their long history, and the book just fell flat for me.

I think if someone started from the first book and was a younger demographic than I (with less mythological/spiritual background), then perhaps the story could be a good diversion and it does have several positive reviews on Amazon, so I am recommending this book with a warning for those who do study mythology and sprituality.

Spirit Warrior
Spirit Walker
Book Three
Ella J. Smyth
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Unapologetic Romances
Date of Publication: 26th August 2018
ISBN: 9781386686910
Number of pages: 299
Word Count: 65600
Cover Artist: CoverMe Designs
Tagline: A mighty spirit walker with a personal grudge, set to destroy them both.
Book Description:
Adi and Honi journey to Southern Oklahoma to meet Honi’s Mekui’te tribe at the reservation where he grew up. Honi’s infectious excitement almost erases Adi’s apprehension at meeting his family, and she’s desperate to make a good impression.
When Adi is met with silent hostility that gets worse rather than better, she realizes there may be more to the initial resistance Honi had warned her to expect.
Honi is confused and hurt by his family’s reaction, and by Adi’s increasingly strange behavior. She’s claiming the spirit animals of his tribe are diseased and sickly, but they look just fine to him. On top of that, when Adi meets Honi’s ex, Nina, her jealousy gets way out of hand, and threatens to drive them apart.
While mysterious forces manipulate and distort their realities, can Honi and Adi join forces to figure out what is happening before it’s too late and they are separated forever?
The wind picked
up, carrying with it the smell of late fall, of damp vegetation and sour
apples. It played with Adi’s hair, although she barely noticed the cold breeze.
Too many eyes were staring at her. Adi’s skin itched with the attention. She
wasn’t usually this shy, but the weight of all the glares made her afraid to
lift her head.
“Come on, Adi,
they won’t bite. Let me introduce you. They’re my family—they’ll love you.”
As much as I do.
Adi understood Honi’s unspoken words.
How many people
were there? Forty? Fifty? Had the entire Mekui’te tribe come out to greet them?
Adi shivered. The smell of early snow made her nose twitch. It brought bad
memories of a woman with white eyes, forcing her to make a choice between
Honi’s life and a lifelong thrall.
She shuddered
when an ice-cold gust blew across the open space where Honi had parked their
rental. He had called ahead, laughing and joking with his old friend and
mentor, John. The shaman of the Mekui’te tribe had expected them hours earlier,
but they’d gotten held up at the airport. Their luggage had gone missing for a
few hours, plus the rental car hadn’t been ready yet.
When they’d finally
driven the five hours from the airport to the reservation, they had to take
turns because both of them had been exhausted after the long trip from Germany
back to the U.S. The closer they’d gotten to their destination, the more Honi’d
woken up. His excitement to see his family again after more than a year had
been so infectious that Adi’d swallowed down her apprehension.
Until now. She
kept a smile on her face, trying to appear relaxed and at ease. Inside, she was
anything but. There was something disconcerting standing in front of such a
large group of people, most of who looked at her with suspicion.
Was it because
she was a stranger? Had John told the community she was a spirit walker? She
couldn’t imagine he had. So why the hostility that wafted from the silent group
like an invisible cloud?
Honi was talking
to a tall man with a black Stetson pulled deep into his craggy face. His eyes
were warm as he hugged Honi to him. Adi remembered meeting him in the hospital
when she’d sat next to Honi’s bed, waiting for him to wake up from a coma. His
name was Jim Fisher, and he was Honi’s father.
She watched him
for a moment as the two men chatted excitedly. He looked just like Honi would
when he got older. Still tall and lean, only the lines around his eyes betrayed
his age. Her boyfriend turned towards her and waved her over. She kept her eyes
on Jim Fisher’s face as she approached, smiling politely.
His expression
changed from one second to the next. Gone was the warmth, the humor. Instead,
he crossed his arms and spread his legs, anchoring himself. Adi had already
stuck out her hand, ready to shake his. Confused, she pulled it back. She
looked at Honi, who seemed equally baffled.
After an awkward
silence, Adi spoke, still keeping a timid smile on her face. “Mr. Fisher? Do
you remember me? We met at—”
“I know who you
are.” The words were harsh, underlined by his angry expression.
“You are the
woman responsible for Honi giving up his entire future. For you, he dropped
university, and followed you to Germany. And now you have the nerve to come
here, with him, asking for my blessing? You, an outsider to this community?”
He stared at
her, his dark eyes blazing with fury. Adi swallowed hard. She hadn’t been sure
how she would be greeted. She’d been nervous about meeting Honi’s family, but
had not expected this level of hostility towards her.
Her eyeballs
grew hot, and tears welled up. Driving all the way to the reservation had taken
forever. During the entire journey, Honi had told her stories about his family.
About his relationship with John and many of the elders. He’d made her laugh so
many times with funny stories about how lovable and unique the tribe’s people
were. Adi had expected that they might be slow to accept her. But she’d been
unprepared to be shut out like this from the very first moment she met Honi’s
Adi’s hands
balled into fists. She fought back tears of exhaustion and humiliation. Then
she blinked her eyes open again, fiercely determined to not show any weakness.
A familiar emotion welled up. How dared they treat her like this? They didn’t
even know her. They had no idea what Honi and Adi had been through. It was a
miracle that they made it out the other side alive and well. Adi had sacrificed
the rest of her life in servitude to the faerie queen, with the understanding
that Honi could never find out.
“Honi,” she
whispered. When he didn’t turn around and continued staring at his father, she
repeated louder, “Honi!”
He whirled
around. His obvious confusion and sadness calmed her down a little bit and
softened her next words.
“I’m really
tired. Can we please postpone all this until tomorrow? I don’t want to stand
here in the freezing wind and argue with these people.”
She waved her
hand dismissively at Honi’s tribe—not the nicest choice of words, but she was
pissed at her treatment. Honi’s eyebrows drew together as the only outward sign
of irritation with the way she’d just shrugged off his entire family. He took
her arm and without saying another word to his father, he led her back to the
The plan had
been to stay with his parents, but instead, Honi drove to the only motel within
ten miles of the reservation. After he’d checked them in, he silently carried
their suitcases into the double room. Adi was glad he’d done so without asking,
because the tiredness was now so enveloping that she could barely keep her head
It wasn’t a
five-star luxury hotel, but the linens were reasonably clean, and the room
smelled only a little. Adi sat down at the edge of the bed, too numb and
exhausted even to cry. Honi sat next to her and put his arm around her
shoulders. He looked as upset as she felt.
“I’m so
sorry. I don’t know why he acted the way he did.” He pulled her in tighter, and
Adi put her head on his shoulder. “Let’s get a good night’s sleep, and tomorrow
we’ll go back and start over.”


About the Author:
Unapologetic Romances Because Love Needs No Excuses
Growing up in Germany, Ella always had a passion for myths and fairytales. No surprise then that she married an Irishman and lived 6 years in Ireland, the country of Leipreachán, Sidhe, Púca and other fascinating creatures. There’s nothing like walking at night through a deserted laneway, fog swirling around your feet, knowing that maybe, just maybe, on the other side of the hedge, there might be some old lady in a black cloak waiting for you…
If you got the shivers right now, you know why Ella feels compelled to write stories around the supernatural and paranormal. There’s nothing like a delicious shudder making you enjoy life just a little more… Plus she’s a romantic.
So look forward to modern romantic stories set against the background of ancient myths and legends. Ella hopes you enjoy reading them as much as she enjoys writing them!


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