Apr 12, 2014

{Blog Tour: Review + Excerpt + Giveaway} The Ophelia Prophecy by Sharon Lynn Fisher

Seeing Night Reviews is the next stop in the Ophelia Prophecy tour for Sharon Lynn Fisher! 

The Ophelia Prophecy by Sharon Lynn Fisher
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

GENRE: Science Fiction
THEME: Romance, Mystery
RECEIVED: Publisher

Our world is no longer our own. We engineered a race of superior fighters -- the Manti, mutant humans with insect-like abilities. Twenty-five years ago they all but destroyed us. In Sanctuary, some of us survive. Eking out our existence. Clinging to the past.

Some of us intend to do more than survive.
Asha and Pax -- strangers and enemies -- find themselves stranded together on the border of the last human city, neither with a memory of how they got there.

Asha is an archivist working to preserve humanity’s most valuable resource -- information -- viewed as the only means of resurrecting their society.

Pax is Manti, his Scarab ship a menacing presence in the skies over Sanctuary, keeping the last dregs of humanity in check.

Neither of them is really what they seem, and what humanity believes about the Manti is a lie.

With their hearts and fates on a collision course, they must unlock each other's secrets and forge a bond of trust before a rekindled conflict pushes their two races into repeating the mistakes of the past.


I couldn’t wait to read another science fiction romance by Fisher. After Ghost Planet I knew she would create another romantic plot twisting storyline with all the thrills of science fiction. I wasn’t disappointed, I was intrigue, surprised and hooked by the idea of insect human hybrids, but don’t worry this isn’t like the movie The Fly, our hero has the instincts but otherwise is human in appearance.

The Ophelia Project follows Ash and Pax who are strangers that have woken up on the edge of an off-limits area. Neither knows how they got there, or why they are together. Plus their attire is very minimal which makes their first impressions defensive and confusing. But Pax isn’t a human; he’s a Manti and wants to get some answer from Ash. Now Ash is Pax’s prisoner on his ship with his sister, but this is only the beginning of their troubles. Their journey brings them to finding out the truth, to enemies from both sides; attraction towards each other; politics and hoping love will bring two races together.

Ash at the beginning was a bit weak for my liking when it comes to a heroine. However she is smart and even escapes Pax holding her prisoner. She thinks of Pax as the enemy because of his race but their attraction towards each other is undeniable. Her spunk and bravery get her through this whirlwind that brought her and Pax together. The tension was my favorite part, but luckily fisher knows how to develop romance at a great pace.

Pax was by far my favorite character and I felt the most developed. He has an interesting background because of his upbringing and race. He’s a Manti, a hybrid with insect abilities that all started out a science experiment. But the experiment didn’t just alter DNA of some human; it ended up creating a whole race that eventually took over. But for Pax he is also the son of the amir, the highest-ranking military officer of the Manti. Making Pax a “prince” and heir to possibly taking over his father’s position on day. What I loved most about Pax was learning how he differed from human aka Ash; he wanted her as his mate, which is obvious right from the start. But he also isn’t the enemy she thought he would be either. Plus the romance was hot and luckily Pax isn’t at all insect like except for his eyes.

Overall this wasn’t as strong as Ghost Planet but it was top-notch science fiction goodness, I loved the originality of the plot and having hybrid insect is something I’ve never read before. The secondary characters like Pax’s sister Iris, his ship Banshee and the villainous Cleo were what brought to life some exciting, suspenseful and intense moments for Pax and Ash. The ending wraps up everything really quick, but the readers will be happy to know this is a stand-alone and we get an ending! I’m a bit overwhelmed with trilogies and love when authors can suck you into a world and resolve the plot in one book. I’m hoping that Fisher will bring us back to this world and continue with maybe a spinoff with Iris.


This is a heavy science fiction novel that will literally take the readers out of this world. Fans Revived by Cat Patrick and Ghost Planet by Sharon Fisher, will enjoy The Ophelia Prophecy by Sharon Lynn Fisher.
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A Romance Writers of America RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, SHARON LYNN FISHER lives in the Pacific Northwest. She writes books for the geeky at heart—sci-fi flavored stories full of adventure and romance—and battles writerly angst with baked goods, Irish tea, and champagne. Her works include Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2014). You can visit her online at SharonLynnFisher.com.

Water pooled around Asha’s hips, soaking her thin cotton dress. She studied the glimmering surface of the lake, and the rocky hillside looming on the opposite side.
The reservoir. How did I get here?
Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temples. The last thing she remembered was climbing to the roof of the Archive with her father. It was a beautiful spring evening, and they’d planned to picnic and watch the sunset. She’d stepped off the ladder onto the corrugated, white-washed metal, and then . . .
Sleep, Ophelia.
She grasped at the words as they breezed across her consciousness. They had the ring of command, yet she had no memory of who had spoken them, or why.
A masculine moan sounded, so close she rolled into a crouch and skittered into the shallow water. The lithe movement of her own body surprised her almost as much as the unexpected voice.
Just beyond the depression she’d left on the beach, a naked form stirred. A stranger. His gaze riveted on her. He sat up straight, fists digging into the sand. No, not sand. His body rested on a bed of some soft, fibrous material.
She remembered the flimsy dress—now wet and clinging to her body—and hugged her bent legs, concealing herself as best she could. Her heart pounded against her thighs.
“Who are you?” they both demanded.
So the confusion was mutual.
“You first,” he said. A command, not a courtesy.
She hesitated. The man now seemed familiar—something about the eyes. They curved down at the inside corners, making them appear to slant under his dark, arched eyebrows. But she couldn’t place him.  
He rose to a crouch, eyes moving over her like an extension of his arms, prying at the locked arms that concealed her body from him.
She reached up to release the clip that held her coiled hair to the back of her head, thinking she would cover herself with it. She gasped to discover her heavy tresses were gone.
Tears of confusion welled in her eyes. Fear knotted her stomach.
“What’s your name?” the stranger insisted.
“Asha,” she whispered, uncertain. There’d been another name a moment ago. A name that had seemed to mean something.
Her throat tightened, strangling her words, as she said, “I don’t understand…”
“What are you doing here?”
She raised her eyes to his face, shrinking from the heat of his gaze. “I don’t know.”
His eyes bored into hers, probing for the thoughts behind them. He frowned, brow furrowing with doubt. He doesn’t believe me.  
“Who are you?” she repeated, indignation nudging past the fear that gripped her.
He slid his hands up his shoulders to rub his neck, baring the hard lines of his stomach, revealing pale marks under either side of his ribcage. Scars.
“Paxton,” he said. One hand moved to the back of his head, and he winced. He probed the sore spot with his fingers.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know.”
She glanced again at the fibrous nest. “What’s that?”
She blinked at him, the meaning of the familiar word eluding her. Before she could question him further, he rose to his feet, scanning the horizon. Her eyes lingered on the marks below his ribs.
He stood so long—motionless and studying the edge of the sky—she began to think he’d forgotten her. His composure was troubling. There was a shared mystery here, clearly, but they were not equal participants.  
“How can you be so calm?” she asked, voice lifting with anxiety. “Do you know something I don’t? Has this kind of thing happened to you before?”
Paxton glanced down at the nest. “Yes.”
She gaped at him, but the low whine of an approaching ship changed the subject. Her heart jumped as the black beetle hummed into view, dragging its own reflection across the surface of the lake.
She sprang to her feet. “That’s an enemy ship!” she cried. “We have to go!”
Technically the war was over. Very little left for the Manti to fight. But they still ruled the air, keeping tabs on the last dregs of humanity. Citizens of Sanctuary were forbidden to wander away from the city, and the reservoir marked the border.
Again his eyes skewered her to the spot. “No, we wait here. That’s my ship.”
“Your ship? I don’t…”
She side-stepped a couple meters down the beach, eyeing him fearfully.
Overhead, the beetle whirred to rest, cupped wings lifting to allow a controlled vertical landing. With a series of loud clicks it nestled into the sand, hover gear lowering and locking back against the hull. The lusterless, black skin of the vessel looked like rubber, but she knew it was a secreted resin. As she stared, frozen to the spot, the hull lightened from jet to blond, until it was almost invisible against the sand.
“Pax, you okay?” a feminine voice sounded from the ship’s external com.
“I’m okay,” called Asha’s companion. “Drop the ramp.”
“Who’s that with you?” 
Paxton frowned at Asha. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
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  1. Thank you for this giveaway.
    This book sound good.

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    Thank you for this giveaway.
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  3. This book sounds like a great read. Thanks for the giveaway.