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Barbara Elsborg
28 November 2017
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He wants to forget

West is an archangel’s assassin delivering justice to supernatural creatures who break the law. Not a straightforward job because he also has to absorb the memories of those he kills. Even worse, West is breaking the law himself in an attempt to free his brother from hell. If he doesn’t succeed before his archangel boss finds out, West will be joining his sibling.

He wants to remember

A young guy wakes in a London park with his memories gone. He has no idea who he is, or where he comes from. A bracelet engraved with the single word Tao is the only clue to his identity. With no sign of his memory returning, he drifts into a life on the streets. Begging is his only way to survive.

Two worlds collide

When Tao returns West’s stolen wallet, West offers to buy him a coffee. Tao delights in the chance to sit down with a good-looking guy until his instincts tell him to run away. Fast. West is surprised when Tao flees, considering how much he’d been mentally urging him to stay. Is he losing his touch or is Tao more than a scruffy young man down on his luck.

Only one way to find out.

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Reviewed By: Josh Dale


I could write my review in one simple sentence “What?s NOT To Love In This Novel.” I have read some amazing Paranormal / Fantasy Novels this year. Archangel Assassin is right up there at the top of the list.

What does Amnesia. Faeries, Archangels, assassins, and Demons have in common? They are all part of the story of this novel.

So, we start with West an Archangel Assassin, whose job is to kill Supernatural beings that have broken the supernatural laws. Not an easy job, but add to that, every time West kills someone, he absorbs their memory and he sees the brutal and evil things that that person has done. He is also killing for a Demon who has demanded that he brings sends the souls of 100 bad beings to hell early, to win his brothers freedom. All this has left West cold and unfeeling towards the world. He won;t allow himself to date anyone and survives on one-night stands, how could he bring anyone else into his dark world? That is till he meets Teo.

Poor Teo woke up two weeks ago with no memory and only a bracelet with Teo on it. He assumes that that’s his name. He is struggling to survive, living at a squat and begging for money to feed himself. When he is not begging he is roaming London trying to find something or some place that will help him remember.

It is while he is sat outside a cafe with cardboard angel wings on his back and a tin to collect money, that he meets West. One of Teo’s co squatters picks West pocket, but Teo sees and manages to pick the pick pocket, and returns the wallet to West. As a thank you West invites Teo to join him in the cafe.

We follow a story full of angst, Witt love and danger, as things are not what either main character believes of their own lives or the others.

I do not want to spoil the plot, So I am not going to go into detail, but we are sent on an epic journey between two worlds, both have dangers for West and Teo.

Can they learn to trust one another even when there are enough grounds for doubt?

Will Teo want to remember his former life?

We find out later in the book that there is a danger that threatens the worlds. And we have our hearts ripped out and leaves us a sopping mess of mush at some parts of the story.

I loved the chemistry between the two main characters, West is moody and dark, though Teo does manage to soften him and brings a smile to his face. We have Teo who should be devastated with little hope of finding out who he really is, yet manages to see the positives in life even as trodden down he is.

There are also a Demon who is manipulative, Another angel who loves to annoy West And West?s boss who is strict but loyal to West, even when things turn bad.

Is this review really just for one book, It feels more like a series, when I read this back.

The story is at a nice pace, fairly fast but without being too fast, You will certainly not want to put this one down, so expect missing an appointment, a bus, or a late night or two.



Five werewolves followed West out of The Lamb Inn. After what he’d just witnessed, he guessed the pub owner might be rethinking his once a week all-you-can-eat buffet. The shifters had consumed every piece of meat in the place and ignored the salad. It would be good to think the amount the guys had eaten would slow them down, but it would have the opposite effect and boost their metabolism.
West only wanted the alpha. A call to one of his shifter informants had confirmed Sherborne had killed a child. West wasn’t sure what he’d have done if he’d discovered it wasn’t true. Telling Raphael was also informing his boss that he didn’t trust him. It was a lose-lose situation.
Although the instruction from Raphael was to take only Sherborne, the wolves moved as a pack. Sherborne was never alone. Not even when he used the bathroom. After the insults West had thrown in the bar, and the beer he’d spilt, he knew they’d be unable to resist teaching him a lesson. Instead, they’d be the ones learning a lesson. He set off at a fast clip to lead the group away from the street lights and possible CCTV, though he sensed an Eye was watching.
The pack trailed him, likely thinking they were moving silently, but West was on high alert, every sense tuned into and supporting his intent. He could hear the scrape of their shoes on the pavement, the rustle of clothing, even the sound of them breathing. He guessed they’d make their move when he turned the next corner. The moment he was out of sight, he zipped across the street and pressed himself into an unused doorway. It was ankle-deep in litter and he grimaced.
The only element of surprise he’d have was the moment they turned the corner, because they’d wonder where he was. But they weren’t stupid and only one appeared. The guy didn’t spot West, and moved back. Moments later, the five of them were spread across the head of the narrow street. The alpha stood in the middle.
Get out here, dickhead, Sherborne called.
West stepped forward. They were on him quickly, but they’d never tangled with anyone like him before.
They were fast, he was faster.
They were strong, he was stronger.

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Barbara Elsborg lives in Kent in the South of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Volcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they were to write.

Thirteen facts about me

1. I’m blonde, but after having spotted one grey hair - I now dye my locks with mixed results. I know I should read the packet but hey, what can go wrong? My nicknames – badger, skunk (purely the look!!), snowball and pinkie. Yes, that time it really did go wrong.

2. I hate milk. Can’t drink it, smell it or even look at it.

3. Writing. I really do love that. I started by making up episodes of TV series with me as the heroine. You name it, I’ve been in it. My range is from paranormal to suspense to contemporary to erotica but everything I write has a touch of romance and humor. Well, I think I’m funny. My family laugh at me all the time.

4. Former life – a sad cautionary tale. Started off as a government inspector – spying on people trying to cheat on their taxes. A short period as a media planner in an advertising agency. I fled that at dead of night. Several years selling cyanide – mainly to Sweden for the largest chemical company in the UK. Grand title of export manager. There was just me in the department. Had kids. Ughghghg. Then went to work as Government Inspector, spying on teachers. I was so popular, you can’t believe. Thank goodness I married well. (Married for money anyway)

5. No I didn’t, dear. Husband is financial whiz. Met at university when he was bringing a sack of potatoes to my flat mate. Romance is his middle name. Gifts to me include – supermarket vouchers, hedge trimmer and a hammer drill and reduced flowers past their wilt-by date. He spent most of his life in the aerospace industry making missiles. He’s atoning for his sins by doing my shopping.

6. Two children. Daughter a lawyer. Son has escaped to live in Texas. Enough said.

7. Books – I ADORE. I read at least one a day. I have thousands as I can’t stand to part with them. I read at lightning speed. 70-80 pages in 20 minutes. That’s fast? Right?

8. What do I do all day? Write. All day if I can. It’s my world and I love it. Start at 8.00 and finish late. Interspersed with journeys on the internet and satisfying needs of husband. No, not those sorts of needs. Really!! I was thinking of making coffee.

9. Worried about – possible visit from FBI. Research for one of my thrillers did involve some investigation into how a fetus would decay under a boat shed. Research into plastic handcuffs brought a deluge of porn. Well, that was my excuse and I’m sticking to it. I find I need to keep checking dubious sites. I might be addicted.

10. I’m very tall. 5’10 and a bit. I used to be very self-conscious about my height. Now I don’t care. I’m far more worried about other bits of me.

11. I won the prize at school for ‘Good Conduct and Example’ It was the worst day of my life. Well, one of them. I so want to be bad. Sigh.

12. I am incapable of telling right from left at crucial moments. Won’t be flying jets anytime soon.

I’m struggling now. I’m really not interesting.

13. Ohh, I was once kicked by a giraffe.

Phew, made it.



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