Vamps and Vendettas (Star-Crossed Chronicles 3) by AK Nevermore -review tour
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date March 12, 2026
Karma sucks.
Ophelia Diamondé never asked to be summoned to Havers-by-the-Sea, but when the node makes her an offer she can’t refuse, she officially becomes stuck representing the crappy little town. Having to clean up their messy legal issues isn’t what she wants to be doing, but anything’s better than being returned to the vampire court’s clutches—or at least she thought so before she met the opposing counsel.
Gideon Sperry isn’t known for his patience or his giving nature, but he is one hell of a lawyer. Unfortunately, all that goes out the window when Ophelia shows up, and the lawsuit between Havers and Fayet becomes personal.
But the facts aren’t adding up. When it becomes clear that karma’s had a hand in bringing them together, they need to find a way to build a case against who’s really at fault for the turbine debacle. If they can’t, it’s not just the town itself that’s in danger, but every resident’s very lifeblood.
Magic happens and sparks fly in the small town of Havers-By-the-Sea when a sharp-tongued vampire crosses paths with a broody gargoyle. VAMPS AND VENDETTAS, a spicy slow burn paranormal romance novel in the Star-Crossed Chronicles series by AK Nevermore.
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REVIEW: Vamps and Vendettas is a standalone spicy slowburn paranormal romance, it delivers exactly what the blurb promises…. enemies to lovers tension between a sharp tongued vampire lawyer and a broody gargoyle opposing counsel, wrapped in small town supernatural drama with high stakes. 👏👏
Ophelia Diamondé, is a vampire, who has been reluctantly pulled into representing the quirky (and cursed?) town of Havers by the Sea in a lawsuit over a turbine debate. She’s hoping it’s going to be an easy case, then sharply returning home….
Enter Gideon Sperry, the no nonsense gargoyle lawyer on the other side, whose patience evaporates around her. Why? 😉
What starts as a professional clash turns personal when karma (literally) intervenes, forcing them to team up against the real culprit behind the chaos.
I loved it, it had me laughing at work (reading on my break) The story blends legal intrigue, magic, small town vibes, and classic paranormal elements…. vampires, gargoyles, (some kind of magical/power source), and a touch of fate/mates energy. Ticked all my boxes and then some 😜
The slow burn romance builds, with snarky banter, spark flying tension, witty dialogue, and that satisfying shift from adversaries to allies (and more).
I’ve not read any of the other books in Star Crossed Chronicles, but I’m going to be adding it to my (Huge and Never ending TBR)
If you enjoy paranormal romances like those with monster elements (gargoyle love interest!), enemies to lovers, or small town supernatural settings, this hits the mark.
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Reviewed by Julie B 🦋
Prologue
Greenthorn Indoctrination Center, Vampire Tribal Lands
Ophelia sat on a hard plastic chair, clenching a mangled pamphlet between her sweaty palms. The silence in the stark, cream and beige waiting room was beyond oppressive. She’d been there since six that morning, and the hour hand on the clock above the frosted glass door had made almost a full circuit.
She riffled her hair. The wait was fucking ridiculous. What the hell was going on back there? All her forms had been completed, every legal requirement satisfied. She’d even taken the intro course to their bullshit religious instruction and been blessed by one of their preoti. This part should’ve gone faster, especially after her more-than-generous donation to the cause.
Fucking bloodsuckers.
God, she just wanted to burst through that stupid door and get this over with. Damn it. No. Breathe. She struggled to bite back her temper. Be contrite, Phe. Try to channel fucking worthiness. She snorted. Like that was hard. She was a hell of a lot farther up the food chain than the rest of the losers that’d shown up to volunteer.
Throughout the day, seats filled with indigents and the dying had slowly emptied to the right and left of her until only herself and two other people were in the room.
One of them was laid out on a hospital gurney. Bags of saline and lord knew what else hung from an IV stand beside him. The other, a woman and presumably the infirm man’s caregiver, slowly flicked through her tablet. By the way she was chewing her lower lip and shifting in her seat, whatever she was reading was juicy.
Ophelia scowled, hooking the long, jagged bangs of her pixie cut behind an ear. What the woman should be doing was reading up on how to properly care for the soon-to-be-corpse’s colostomy. Even across the room, the stench of shit was eye-watering.
What a cunty little campfire scout, all prepared for the wait. Ophelia flicked her nails and picked at the black gel tips, begrudgingly admitting that she’d been too confident she’d be one of the first volunteers called and hadn’t thought about how to pass the time. Normys looking to join the vampiric tribes and subscribe to their fucked-up religion were usually either vagrants, on death’s door, or some special kind of desperate.
Ophelia was a very healthy twenty-nine, a rising star in the litigation world, and fell squarely into the last category.
She was also positive that her soon-to-be-husband would completely lose his shit if he knew she was here, and every second that ticked past increased the probability of him figuring out where she was. Ophelia wiped her sweaty palms against her thighs, all too clearly imagining him bursting through the door, full-on gargoyle.
Her eyes flicked to the clock. These assholes needed to hurry the fuck up.
The bullshit work conference she’d invented wasn’t going to hold up to close scrutiny, but it was the best she could do on short notice. The approval for her to join the tribes had come through almost immediately, and she needed that goddamned virus.
She slowly exhaled and flipped open the mangled pamphlet for the umpteenth time, smoothing it over her bespoke, tailored slacks, glad her phone had died after the first few hours, nixing any temptation to call Deo and come clean about what she was doing.
AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.
Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.
She pays the bills editing, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She also belongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.
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