Title: Dutch
Author: Madhuri Pavamani
Genre: Fantasy/Romance

Blurb: I’ve spent years holed up in the deepest, darkest parts of the city, fighting to keep Death and her Poochas from crossing the dead back to the living. My skill with a blade is bested only by my menace, my despair, my anguish – the strongest weapons I yield.

Then I meet Juma Landry and it all goes to hell.

She is beauty and love and sex and light, everything I am not. And she makes me want things I haven’t desired in years. But the monsters of my life, the evil lurking in the dark corners of my soul, those places craven and vile, bind me to a past I cannot shake free. As the most skilled Keeper for The Gate, nothing and no one can prevent me from excelling at a job I never wanted. I do it because it is my legacy, a fate I cannot outrun, but when Juma becomes my next assignment, each of her nine lives to be ended by my hand, I must decide: the legacy I never wanted or the love I don’t deserve.

Excerpt: Just then I saw it, a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye, a swish of black, so like the New York City uniform of the chic and sophisticated but of a different realm altogether. However, more than what I saw was what I felt. The cold that crept into my bones, settled in my blood, and soothed me with its familiarity.

I knew her essence anywhere had known it since I was a little girl dying on an emergency room gurney as she promised me all kinds of things, love, power, life. Knowing I wanted all of them more than I could say, craved them even as a tiny human, would obsess over them as a grown woman.

Death knew all the right words to whisper in my ear and bring me to her bosom for all eternity, forever beholden to her and her whims, willing to do whatever she asked of me just to see her smile. And what did I receive in return?

Her love which was precious and given out too few.
Review: I’m giving this book four stars. It was; not quite what I expected, it was more romance based then fantasy based and there a lot of swearing and sex. The author uses these devices to get across the characterization of Dutch.

He’s full of prickles, bad language, and rules he’s invented to keep himself sane. Being an heir to the Keepers and having m;urdered against his will. His father is trying to break him to his own will and thusly makese his sons as difficult as possible.

Then comes Juma, with her sweetness and open personality. The absolute need to touch and to help people. Thee two characters are a lot like Romeo and Juliet. The main difference I that there are more extreme opposites. I’ve never read a book were the characters change so much and change the way they see the world.

Each time Juma and Dutch meet they come away with a little bit of each other’s souls, and Juma is the only thing keeping Dutch from going completely into the darkness, never to be seen again.

In the background there is something building between the Gate and Death. We Are given only small hints and I’ll have to read the next book in the series to see what exactly will happen.

Except today.

Today she was pissed—the chill of her glare said as much.

“Get up.” She breezed through the doors as they opened at 14th Street.

I followed, obedient and cowed. It was coming, had been coming for months now.




As we reached a more deserted section of the platform, she spun on me, her dark pixie perfectly coiffed, her red lips caught in a sneer, and I prepared, my body tense and ready for whatever she was about to unload. But then her eyes flashed to the right, something caught her attention, and whatever anger and irritation had been directed at me dissipated.

“Stay here, Juma,” she ordered. I stopped, and for once I didn’t say a word, I simply obeyed her command. Her tone demanded it.

Death flew across the subway station, her eyes full of fire and fury, directed somewhere distant and removed. I followed her trajectory and that’s when I saw.


Tall, lean, solitary.

Calm, confident, beautiful.

And dark. So very dark. As if light long ago stopped seeking refuge in the corners of his body, the cracks of his being. My body heated in places it should not, my blood pulsed a little stronger as I watched him, unable to look away, knowing I should lest he burn a hole straight through my core.

Anyone else would have stepped away from her but he did not, unmoved by her oncoming fury, unafraid of her wrath. Death slammed into him and together they fell into the wall, tiles above his head cracking from the impact. Minutes passed as she harangued him with her words and gestures and her power to bring the pain.

And still he remained.

Until she had enough, said enough, did enough, and sent him on his way, watching as he disappeared into the dark of the subway tunnel, his shadowy self-becoming one with the dank environs. Long seconds later, Death remained rooted to the spot and watching the tunnel, as if she expected the beautiful stranger to reappear, but he was gone, lost in the ether.

She finally turned my way and started, the movement slight but noticeable to my discerning eye, as if surprised by my presence, my rare acquiescence to one of her demands.

“Juma,” she as she neared, her ire piqued and ill-contained, “what are you doing?”

“You told me to wait here,” I replied, “so I waited.”

She raised a brow and sneered. “Fine time to start listening to a word I say,” she groused as she breezed past, her chill a balm to the strange heat inspired by the dark stranger, one that touched the tips of my fingers and kissed the depths of my soul.

“Who was that man?” I could not help but ask.

Death spun back around, stopping so suddenly I crashed into her, our bodies pressed against one another, a position quite familiar and yet today, when she was so angry and full of unease, utterly foreign.

“Forget you ever saw him, Juma,” she insisted as she grasped my chin in her hand and searched my eyes, probing for something I could not did not would not know, for she was in no mood to elaborate or educate further.

“He’s from The Gate,” I replied, certain only those rotten souls could inspire such a reaction from her.

She stilled and it was as if all movement stilled with her and only she and I existed, the air sucked from the moment by the words falling from my lips.

Finally, she spoke, low and deadly, her tone serious, her words a warning. “He is someone far more dangerous than The Gate—he is a beautiful, tortured soul seeking absolution. Forget him


*Madhuri Pavamani will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via raffle copter during the tour.

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Author Madhuri Pavamani writes twisted love stories and dark poetry. She loves whiskey, tattoos, Bukowski, and yoga. She laughs constantly, says f*ck a lot, and dances anywhere. She is the author of the paranormal romance trilogy, THE SANCTUM, and the fantasy trilogy, THE KEEPER SERIES, published this year by St. Martin’s Press. She’s currently working on something evil and delicious.

You can find her on Instagram and Twitter at @madhuriwrites

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19 thoughts on “Dutch

  1. Thanks so much, Emily, for hosting me and my dark book. And an extra thank you for taking the time to read and leave a review. You are so right about Dutch – I don’t believe there is a curse word in the universe that doesn’t feel right at home on his tongue. He is dark and dirty, with ten cups of nasty thrown in for good measure. Which perhaps explains how Juma got under his skin. Anyway, thank you again for taking the time with my book and I’ll be around all day, so if anyone has any questions for me, leave them here and I promise to answer them. Ciao!

    1. Thanks, Trix – I hope you grab a copy. In fact, the entire trilogy is available, so if you like DUTCH, you don’t have to wait to see what happens in JUMA and DEATH. Good luck with the giveaway and thanks for stopping by. xx, Madhuri

    1. Hi Victoria – thanks for stopping through and saying hi. Best of luck with the contest and I hope you check out DUTCH and the other books in The Keeper Series. Happy Monday – xx, Madhuri

    1. Thank you, Rita. You’ll have to let me know if you grab a copy and check it out. Dutch has a dirty mouth, but a heart of gold…at least where Juma is concerned. Best of luck with the giveaway and thanks for stopping by to say hi. xx, Madhuri

    1. Hi Dale, thanks for stopping by and getting a taste of DUTCH. Glad you liked the excerpt – it’s just a tiny peek into the world of The Gate and Death. Hope you’ll check out the trilogy and best of luck with the giveaway. xx, Madhuri

    1. Hi Lisa – thanks for stopping by and entering for a chance to win the gift card. If you win, fingers crossed DUTCH is one of the books in your shopping cart. Best of luck! xx, Madhuri

    1. Hello Ms Sydney – thanks for stopping by and always supporting my words. I love that you love The Keeper Series. I love your enthusiasm for everything I write. Thanks for being such an amazing fan. Fingers crossed on the gift card giveaway. xx, Madhuri

    1. Hi Nikolina, thanks for stopping by and getting a taste of DUTCH. I’m really excited about The Keeper Series and this tour and putting my books on people’s radars. Good luck with the giveaway – if you win, hope you include DUTCH on your list of books to buy. xx, Madhuri

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