LYLY 5 Star Reading: "This... was... ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! I was a bit hesitant at first about reading Slip of Fate because Milena is 18, but I'm so glad I got the opportunity to read this. I loved her personality! Even though this isn't an erotic book, there were a lot of moments with heat. I can't wait to see what happens once Milena fully trusts the werelocks!"
The Chronicles of an Abibliophobiac: "Hettie takes you on a paranormal roller coaster as you try to sort out the true complexity of the werelock history and culture. The complexity of the relationship between the characters is gripping! Hettie left it at the very best possible cliffhanger I've read. I'm so hooked; I can't wait for the release of the second one in May 2016!"
Escape Into Words: "It's a while since I've read a good werewolf story - I got a bit saturated and had to take a step back from the subgenre, but Slip of Fate is a perfect entry point to get back into it. The mythology is strong and interesting, the world-building well-done, with just enough mystery to keep us guessing for awhile along with the MC. The werelocks are sexy and intriguing, the MC likeable and realistic, and I can't wait for the next book in the series."
From the Inside Flap
His brow quirked. "I see. So that's a no to princess and little girl? But I can still call you baby?"
"You didn't object when I called you baby, before. In fact, your heart rate sped up," he reported with a lazy smile. "I'm certain you liked it whenever I called you baby during your recovery."
"Nuh-uh!" I objected, appalled."Did not!"
He laughed, nodding emphatically and raising my knuckles to his lips for a final kiss before depositing my healed hand on the bed. "You are a disgraceful liar, baby."
"You are a controlling, overbearing, condescending asshole!"
All trace of teasing and humor left his features, and he lowered himself onto me, deftly wedging his knee between my legs and sinking his weight into me where it would do the most good. I bit my lip as I felt the traitorous mass of nerve endings there jump and flutter in anticipation.
"You made me worry." It was an indictment.
And as ludicrous as it was, I somehow knew the wounded, forlorn look in his black eyes would haunt me if I didn't make amends. It made no sense.
It made even less sense when my eyes started watering and I found myself uttering the words to say I was sorry,though rationally I knew I owed him no such apology. Stranger still, I felt as if I truly meant it.
His features softened and his lips curved into a hint of a sad smile. "Don't do it again, okay? Don't ever hurt yourself. Promise me, Milena?"
I shook my head, crying harder. I didn't know if I could promise such a thing, and I'd never been a good liar.
He sighed, his forehead lowering to touch mine. "I know I haven't given you any reason to trust me. But I need you to give me a chance. Do you understand?"
"Uh-uh." I sniffled. God, I hadn't the foggiest idea what he meant. And I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was he wanted from me anyhow. I wasn't sure he knew himself. "What sort of chance?"
"The chance to know you, and to provide what you need."
My brain drew a giant blank. It was quite possibly the most confounding thing he'd said to me yet.
"I know I've hurt you. And I've scared you." His hands cradled my face as his thumbs wiped the dampness from my cheeks. "But if you let me try, I think ... I think I could make you feel safe with me. I think I could earn your trust."
"But you're holding me hostage,"I pointed out, my tone incredulous, "and you're threatening me with the life of my own brother if I don't comply with your demands!"
He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound so sordid, baby."