Soul Resurrected by Keri Lake
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance/Dark Urban Fantasy
Series: Sons of Wrath #2
Publication Date: October 31, 2025
ISBN: 978-0-9848517-5-1
Page Count: 534
Rating: ★★★★
Review Copy: ARC
Reviewed by: Lynsey
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Synopsis: As Wrath’s fiercest son, Logan carries the scars of fifty years spent in the most dreaded prison of the underworld, for a sin he’d kill to keep secret. Enduring decades of gruesome torture has left Logan feared by and detached from others, until a female Alexi’s blood resurrects his soul from death and, with it, the pleasures he’s been denied for so long.
Plagued by shame of her own, Calla is drawn to the ruthless demon, Logan, whose insatiable craving for her touch rouses buried passions and, for once, leaves her feeling desired.
A dark and dangerous evil has been reawakened, however, and when Calla is drawn too close to its breeding grounds, Logan vows to summon the violence of Wrath in order to keep her safe. First, though, Calla must save him from a past riddled with deceit and corruption … but only if she can accept the chilling consequences of unearthing his vilest skeleton.
I confess, I enjoyed this book quite a bit more than the first. I just enjoyed the heck out of both main characters - Logan with his tormented brooding, shameful secrets and distrust of all women. Timid Calla with her recent betrayals, grief over her brother's death and a fierce lioness side just dying to come to the surface (that's a figurative lioness, FYI - you never can tell with these paranormal books!). I found both MCs to be very easy to engage with, and their chemistry was fantastic. This was a seriously scorching book in places!
As with the last book, Soul Avenged, there was a fair bit of setting up and establishing of players before the romance really kicked into gear, but I found it a lot less overwhelming this time since I'm now familiar with the supernatural races Lake has conjured, and the terminology for them. This delayed start also eliminated any hint of the dreaded Instalove that is found in so many Paranormal Romance books. In fact, I was practically salivating for them to begin with the love stuff already! Except, there was just one obstacle to that particular four-letter word - Logan.
Yes, Logan, Logan, Logan... He's delicious to look at, for sure, but a bit of an arrogant pig at the beginning of Soul Resurrected, it has to be said. I mean, Calla
saved his life at the end of Soul Avenged! But do you think that earns her a thank you or even a bit of civility? No! Not even close! He's furious with her for, well, everything. Existing, mostly. Then for confusing his feelings and upsetting his carefully constructed
Wall Of No Feeling. Heh, heh. I love watching the big grumpy, growly ones get kicked into submission by their females in these type of stories. So much fun!
I really loved Calla too. She was somewhat delicate when compared to Ayden from book one, and has been quite mistreated in her life which has left her with that "kicked puppy" look, but she also had such spirit and determination when it counted and was everything Logan needed. Even if it took him a while to figure it out!
The plot itself was pretty well-paced and held my attention throughout, although I do think these books are a tad over long. Perhaps I only think that because I have a review list as long as my arm and anything over 400 pages seems like a whopper, but I do think they could be tightened up a tiny touch. I'm
very interested in seeing the ongoing developments in Lake's overarching background plot, however, and can't wait to see who the next couple will be! My vote is for the oldest Wrath brother, Gavin, and his new debt holder!
4 Stars ★★★★
ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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Wearing only her nightclothes,
she left the room and walked the quiet halls toward the Wreck Room she’d
learned of, where the demons worked out.
Light bled through the cracks in
the door as she pushed it open, but Calla halted as she stepped inside.
Logan stood before a sparring
dummy—punching, kicking, until it knocked over.
He picked his silent opponent up
off the floor and went at it again, grunting with each powerful punch that had
the thing shimmying like a dashboard hula girl.
Sweat glistened across his skin
as his muscles flexed with each movement—every hit executed flawlessly. A black
ball cap, turned backward, hid his short-cropped hair, above the black wife
beater and warm up pants he wore.
Consumed by the contraction of
his muscles and the precision of every hit, Calla’s fascination stole away her
earlier anger.
The guy had a way of making a
girl forget how much of an asshole he could be—or anything else for that
matter.
What the hell had she gone there
for?
As if he’d heard her thoughts, he
stopped abruptly, mid-swing, and turned around.
Those brown eyes narrowed on her
and his lip curled. “What are you doing here?” He faced-off with the dummy
again. “Leave.”
Discomfort flooded her insides,
turning her muscles stiff “I … I was just …” She swallowed past the lump in her
throat. “I’m sorry.”
He accosted her faster than she
could blink.
She backed herself all the way up
to the wall. Her heart thrummed, pulse racing, as he boxed her in with his
arms.
Chest heaving, his eyes radiated
fury as they flickered red, emitting waves of authority that begged for her to
look away. “Sorry for what, exactly?
For getting me stabbed? Having my brother enslaved by a fucking succubus? Or do
you mean you’re sorry for getting my other brother kidnapped by a goddamn
psychopathic demon hunter?”
Tingles danced along the rims of
her eyes and for all the effort of holding them back, tears spilled onto her
cheek. Damn him.
Logan smirked and shook his head.
God, she wanted to claw his eyes
out for it, as her sadness quickly turned into something primal, lodging deep
within her gut, that couldn’t’ve given a damn that the male boasted three times
her strength. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
His jaw clenched. “What did you
just say?”
“I’ve met a lot of repulsive
creatures in the last few years, but you’re by far the worst of them all.” She
swiped at her nose. “You hate me. I get it. So why don’t you cut the crap? You
want me to leave? Fine. Happy to.”
She pushed herself off the wall
but was thrown back against it, the collision knocking a small bit of wind out
of her lungs and forcing a cough.
Like missiles warning fire,
Logan’s massive arms replanted either side of her head, his face so close his
breath hit her. Red flickered in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m the worst.” He
inhaled a deep breath through his nose and spoke on the exhale. “Do you know
what humans are to a Wrath? Blood in the water. Like sharks, we wait in hiding
for that one moment when no one’s around. You’re all alone. Vulnerable.” His
pelvic bone thrust against her. “A ripe fruit. Ready to be eaten.”
A cinnamon scent drifted past
her, and weakness in her knees beckoned her to collapse. Her sex ached for him
to grind against her again. She licked her lips. Touch me, she wanted to say to him, as if one single caress of his
finger across her skin would take away the overwhelming need to be screwed
right where she stood.
For some reason, she suddenly
didn’t care who’d stroll in and see them.
The more the merrier.
His eyes met hers again, and as
if lust took physical form, his lids seemed heavier, his lips so kissable they
taunted the distance between them. “You’ll fall prey to my pheromones.”
That voice, so deep and powerful,
tickled her stomach and she wanted to laugh at the thrill washing through her
insides.
Fangs protruded from his lip and
Calla wondered what it’d be like to feel them at her throat. “See, I don’t even
have to try to make you want me.
You’d let me fuck you right here against the wall if I wanted.”
Fuck. The word echoed in her
head, and her body broke out in sweat. She bit her lip as visions of the
raunchiest sexual experience she’d ever witnessed passed through her mind.
Every one of them starring Logan.
She’d have taken him any way he
wanted: in her mouth, from behind, straddling a frickin’ exercise bike if
that’s what he liked.
What was happening to her?
Such an odd feeling—her fears
turning into enthrallment. The more he talked, the more she wanted him.
Her thighs rubbed together, her
mouth parted. She’d never had a man inside her, yet she couldn’t wait another
second to know the feeling.
Her focus shifted to the long
veins popping out of his solid arms. So
strong.
Nipples straining against the
thin cotton T-shirt she wore, Calla glanced to the side to see his hands balled
into fists against the wall.
Her tongue twitched with a sudden
thirst for the sweat beaded across his chest and neck. Heat spread through her
body, and, breaths heavy, she arched herself toward him like an offering.
As wetness in her panties brought
her to the distant realization that the male commanded her desires, she
squeezed her knees together tight in an effort to ease the desperation that had
her hands fisted and anxious to touch where she wished he would.
“I’d pluck that fruit and devour
it in front of you, princess.”
God,
stop talking!
“You want me to, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, his words
only exacerbating the ache.
Imagining him on his knees in
front of her had her sliding to keep steady against the wall. On some kind of
auto-command, she reached up to him, her fingertips drifting across the crook
of his neck and shoulder.
He jolted back from her.
The haze that’d clouded her
vanished, and she snapped her hand back. What
am I doing?
His eyes seemed to hold the same
question. Gone was the anger she’d seen just moments before, replaced by a
frown of confusion.
She lifted her hand again. “I
didn’t—”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” He
backed away from her, his expression almost shocked or ... horrified? “Stay the
fuck away from me.” His hand held the place where her fingers had touched him,
as if it’d wounded him.
Calla didn’t wait for him to say
another word.
She kicked away from the wall and
burst through the double doors.
