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Cry Wolf - Patricia Briggs

I was already in love with Bran, Charles & Asil from previous encounters in Briggs' MERCY THOMPSON series & anthology, but it was wonderful getting to know their characters better. Learning alongside Anna what it means to be an Omega werewolf was equally fantastic. Great narrator too; I'll be caught-up on this series in no time! Full review to follow.

Early Review: Protecting His Witch by Zoe Forward

Early Review: Protecting His Witch by Zoe Forward
Protecting His Witch
Series: Keeper's of the Veil #1
Author: Zoe Forward
Publisher: Entangled
Published on: October 27, 2014
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Format: 200 pages, eBook
Provided by: Publisher
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The last thing he wanted was to fall for a witch...

Veterinarian Kat Ramsey hasn't a clue that she's a witch. Sure, she can read minds, and there's the whole "dimension-hopping" issue that she can't quite control, but Kat is determined to keep things normal. That is, until she accidentally hops into the Otherworld, and runs smack into Matthew Ryan―the seriously hot one-night stand from years ago who shoved her out of his dorm. Naked.


And there's the tiny matter of the curse she gave him.

May you never find satisfaction with another woman. Billionaire and former druid Matthew Ryan hasn't forgotten the curse, or the witch who gave it to him. Kat's unexpected return means the curse will finally be broken. Unfortunately, his libido has other ideas―like how to get her back into his bed one last time. But far more worrying is his suspicion that Kat is the seventh Pleiades witch. Because while he's turned his back on his druidic ways, he's still bound to protect the woman who made his life hell..



Witches, druids and curses, that’s what’s in store for you if you read this book. I should say curse, as there is only one, but it’s a doozy. Of course there’s also plenty of romance.

Kat has a problem that’s been bothering her for years. She is able to jump dimensions, between two different ones. She has no control of when, or where it happens, but only knows that when it happens, she always ends up in close proximity to Matt Ryan. They first meet at a frat party while in college. Before the night is over, she has had her first, and only one night stand. The morning after is not the best, and before it’s over, she has cursed him to never find satisfaction with another woman. Pretty major curse, as curses go, I think. This is the story of what happens when they meet again after ten years absence from each other. She’s now twenty nine, and still has no idea that she is a witch.

Kat is an interesting character. She’s had these weird episodes since she was a teenager, but instead of being in a mental ward somewhere, she has become a veterinarian, and is also a champion salsa dancer. She has a gay best friend(and salsa partner) Riley, and he ended up being a favorite character of the book for me, as he was the only fun character. The rest of the characters were pretty intense. Matt, is understandably not happy about the curse. However, my problem with him is, when he sees her ten years after the curse, his reaction was a bit unbelievable, and that kind of bothered me; it just wasn’t as real of a reaction, as I thought it should have been. Matt is now the CEO of his late step-father’s company, and a billionaire. Oh, and he just happens to be a non-practicing druid.

The jumping between dimensions premise was different for me, as far as premises go. It was interesting when she compared the sameness versus the differences of the two worlds. When she finally finds out what she is, and starts embracing it, things get even more interesting. New characters get involved, life, or death situations start happening, and six fellow sister witches get introduced. At it’s heart though, this is the story of the romance between Kat and Matt, and it’s a pretty good one at that. For a couple that have the history these two have, they manage to get in a number of sensual situations, and of course fall in love.

I enjoyed the read for the most part. There were a couple of plot holes, here and there, but I only mention it because that is something I tend to notice, like I usually notice grammatical mistakes. I can’t discuss the plot holes without giving away a major story line, so i will just say, enough said, and let it go at that.

Good story, good couple, a good premise, and I look forward to reading the next in the series. There’s plenty of characters introduced that could have their own book, and actually this book includes a set up for what I think is the next one, as well.


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Review: Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige

Review: Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige
Dorothy Must Die
Series: Dorothy Must Die #1
Author: Danielle Paige
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published on: April 1, 2014
Genre: Young Adult
Format: 464 pages, Hardcover
Provided by: Purchased
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I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to be some kind of hero.

But when your whole life gets swept up by a tornado—taking you with it—you have no choice but to go along, you know?

Sure, I've read the books. I've seen the movies. I know the song about the rainbow and the happy little blue birds. But I never expected Oz to look like this. To be a place where Good Witches can't be trusted, Wicked Witches may just be the good guys, and winged monkeys can be executed for acts of rebellion. There's still the yellow brick road, though—but even that's crumbling.

What happened? Dorothy.

They say she found a way to come back to Oz. They say she seized power and the power went to her head. And now no one is safe.

My name is Amy Gumm—and I'm the other girl from Kansas.

I've been recruited by the Revolutionary Order of the Wicked, and I've been given a mission:

REMOVE
The Tin Woodman's heart,

STEAL
The Scarecrow's brain,

TAKE
The Lion's courage,

And then—

DOROTHY MUST DIE.



I’ve had this book on my shelf for a while, just waiting for the right time to read it. Now, all I can ask myself is..Why did i take so long to read this!!!??? I was seriously hooked from they very first page. One of the best books I have read all year!

The story starts out with the main character, Amy Gumm, who lives in Kansas, of course! She’s never been the popular girl in school, her dad left her and her mom when she was still young. She grew up in a trailer park and the popular girl at school started calling her Salvation Amy (because she gets all her clothes at the Salvation Army). Her mother is a drunk and doesn’t pay much attention to Amy like she used to. One night there is a warning of a tornado coming through and usually when the town hears that they don’t pay much attention to it because ones never actually come through, but this time they listen. Amy notices that all her neighbors have left their homes, Amy’s own mother leaves Amy at the house to go to a party. And of course, a tornado comes and just like you’d expect, it lifts Amy’s trailer in the air and takes her to Oz.

When Amy lands in Oz, she’s not really sure where she is. She thinks its just somewhere in Kansas. She meets a boy about her age, Pete, who helps her out of her trailer before it falls into a giant pit. Pete is very mysterious, she actually doesn’t learn his name for a while and as soon as he helps her he has to leave and she’s left on her own to figure out where to go. She see’s the yellow brick road, thinks she’s crazy of course, but follows it because she knows she has to get back home. She meets some people along the way, well a munchkin and a talking monkey, and Amy realizes that this isn’t the Oz that she read about in the book. The Good seem Wicked and the Wicked seem Good. The Lion, the Tin Woodman, and the Scarecrow are nothing like what they are in the books. They’re all mean and just really sadistic. But it seems the reason that they’re like that now is because of Dorothy. She now rules all of Oz and stealing all the magic along with it. She is nothing like the Dorothy in the book. She is very evil and thinks that everyone should love her and do as she says and if they don’t she loves to put them in their place and getting one of her people (The Lion, Tin Woodman, or the Scarecrow) to do something really awful to them.

On Amy’s journey to the yellow brick road, she gets captured by the Tin Woodman (he is also in charge of the security for Dorothy) and takes her back to the palace. Dorothy of course wants her killed because she knows she is from the Other Place where she is from and she doesn’t understand how she got here. Dorothy luckily escapes with the help of Mombi, who is a witch that is a part of the Order of the Wicked. They hate Dorothy and everything she stands for. They recruit Amy into the order to help them kill Dorothy because they say that since Amy is from the same place that Dorothy is from that she is the only one who can kill Dorothy. Amy ends up having to go into the palace undercover to get as close to Dorothy as she can and learn everything that they need to know about her.

There is a lot of times I caught myself saying “OMG!” because some things happen that you just really don’t see coming. A good love connection, people who aren’t who they say they are, and of course…a cliff hanger!! I haven’t read the novella yet but that is next on my TBR list and I can’t wait to read book two that comes out in March of next year. I’ve also heard some rumors that this is in the talks of being a TV show, which would be awesome, so I hope the rumors end up being true! I love when someone can take an old story like The Wizard of Oz and put their own spin on it and it actually become something truly incredible. I seriously loved this book and I know all of you will too!! :)


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Review: Alpha Divided by Aileen Erin

Alpha Divided - Aileen Erin

Alpha Divided
Series: Alpha Girl #3
Author: Aileen Erin
Publisher: Ink Monster
Published on: October 14, 2014
Genre: New Adult, Werewolves
Format: 213 pages, eARC
Provided by: NetGalley

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Life has been crazy since Tessa McCaide moved to Texas. She’s gone from being a normal-ish girl with visions to a super-powered werewolf. She’s fought off vampires and broken a nearly unbreakable curse. And she’s got a hot mate, Dastien Laurent, to keep her busy.

Things are looking up until the full moon ceremony rolls around. Before Tessa can strengthen her bond with Dastien, the local coven crashes the gates, demanding that Tessa—their heir apparent—be returned. If the pack wants to avoid a war with the witches, handing Tessa over is the only option.

Tessa doesn’t want to cause an all-out fight, but joining a dark-magic coven isn’t on her to-do list, especially if embracing her magic side means parting with Dastien. When the coven leader tries to control Tessa with dark-magic, Tessa realizes she has to dismantle the coven or prepare the pack for war. Either choice will change her life—and her world—forever.

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ALPHA DIVIDED was everything that AVOIDING ALPHA should have been with its bruja plot line, True Mates romance, and full bodied adventure. Tessa really came into her own in this installment by not only embracing her werewolf half, but her witch roots as well. The villain was easy to hate, tied in nicely with the previous novel, and helped expand the ALPHA GIRL world by adding demons, fey, and the possibility of having to ‘out’ supernaturals to humans in the near future. My complaint about the price vs. length remains mind you; two hundred pages (bk 2 & 3) shouldn’t cost the same as four hundred (bk 1) in my opinion, and I wish that Aileen Erin would have ended this tale with the full moon ceremony rather than forcing readers to wait until AFTER the upcoming ‘Claudia’s trip to Peru’ story due out in May 2015.

I’ve been looking forward to spending more time with Tessa’s cousins ever since their characters were first introduced, so I was pleased that the vast majority of this book took place in la Aquelarre. Life in the coven is very different than St Ailbe’s, especially under Luciana’s leadership. I’ve heard of roughing it, but this was an extreme case with thirties style housing, no tech, and a kill switch on every member’s land line. I enjoyed learning more about McCaide’s family through her visions, and great aunt, Tia Rosa. The craft aspects were equally well-developed with Daniel’s spell lessons, Alverez’s dark mojo, and the game changing ritual. Tessa’s failed attempts at learning magic were downright laughable—those poor jars!—however, she eventually realized that her strengths lie elsewhere, and finally embraced her visions.

The plot was easy to follow, and the outcome was foreseeable because the Big Bad broadcast her intentions in the opening chapters, but that in no way lowered my overall enjoyment. There were still a number of unanticipated surprises, and the ending managed to catch me off guard with a regrettable character death. I liked the shout-outs to FIREFLY, THE MATRIX, and Christine Feehan’s SEA HAVEN novels, and McCaide’s eclectic taste in music was fitting given this is New Adult. The author also broadened the ALPHA GIRL universe by roping in the fey, demons, and sorcerers. I wish that the heroine’s brother and BFF hadn’t been sidelined, although it did make sense on account of the la Aquelarre locale, and Claudia & Raphael were an acceptable substitution.

I was disappointed that Dastien didn’t appear in more scenes, however the ones he did have packed a formidable punch which certainly went a long way in appeasing me on that front. Tessa obviously needed to learn how to stand on her own two feet before committing herself to one man for the rest of her life, especially given all of the recent changes she’s had to deal with, and I think this novel accomplished that. I wasn’t sold on the whole insta-love thing in the earlier installments, but their relationship has now reached a happy place. This story began with Tessa and Dastien’s full moon ceremony getting interrupted, so I was peeved that the author didn’t conclude with that, and learning that the werewolves will be MIA in book 4 didn’t exactly help.

Hiccups aside, ALPHA DIVIDED renewed my love of this series, and I look forward to reading not one but TWO new ALPHA GIRL novels in 2015!


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Question: Have You Read An Entire Book Only To Think "Why Did I Read The Whole Book?"


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I am incapable of DNF’ing (Did Not Finish) a book; I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve completely given up on a title, and I don’t even need to use all five digits. LOL What can I say, my mother didn’t raise no quitter! This rule applies to all aspects of my life though, call it a personality quirk. I have however thought: “I shouldn’t start this novel because I KNOW it’s going to suck, and I am going to regret it.” This doesn’t happen to me often because I am well aware of my OCD tendencies, and as a result, research the bejesus out of possible TBR candidates, but every so often I’ll be swayed by a publicist’s suave pitch, a pretty cover, or will give a dying series one last chance *cough* RED BLOODED by Amanda Carlson, *cough* the last FOUR installments in Keri Arthur’s DARK ANGELS series, and I’ll be reading DARKNESS FALLS when it comes out in December because it’s the last novel aaaand—you guessed it, I need to know how the story ends. Stacy I blame you for this!

Blogging certainty hasn’t helped matters any either; I take my commitment to giving my honest opinion of all titles received for review very seriously. It’s that whole half-done thing again, as soon as I say yes, I’ve already reached the point of no return. I won’t even skim! Instead, I will force myself to read every painful word on each annoying page until the deed is done. Yes, I know I have a problem. Maybe I’m just an eternal optimist, and I can’t call it quits in the vain hope that the story might improve, or perhaps it’s that the ending gives me closure no matter how unsatisfying it may be. I’m a sucker for punishment, I really am.

 

Have You Read An Entire Book Only To Think “Why Did I Read The Whole Book?”




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Burn For Me Spotlight: Excerpt and Giveaway with Ilona Andrews

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Hello, and welcome to Day 4 of Ilona & Gordon Andrews’ BURN FOR ME blog tour! As you all know, we’re big fans of this writing duo here at Rabid Reads which is why we are thrilled to be able to share with you the first chapter from their upcoming book, and give away a print copy to one luck winner. Jessica will also be reviewing this title on October 26th, so be sure to check back in a few days for even more HIDDEN LEGACY goodness.

 

Burn For Me
Burn For Me | Hidden Legacy #1

 

28/10/2014

 

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Nevada Baylor is faced with the most challenging case of her detective career-a suicide mission to bring in a suspect in a volatile case. Nevada isn’t sure she has the chops. Her quarry is a Prime, the highest rank of magic user, who can set anyone and anything on fire.

Then she’s kidnapped by Connor “Mad” Rogan-a darkly tempting billionaire with equally devastating powers. Torn between wanting to run or surrender to their overwhelming attraction, Nevada must join forces with Rogan to stay alive.

Rogan’s after the same target, so he needs Nevada. But she’s getting under his skin, making him care about someone other than himself for a change. And, as Rogan has learned, love can be as perilous as death, especially in the magic world.

Excerpt – Chapter 1


               All men are liars. All women are liars, too. I learned that fact when I was two years old and my grandmother told me that if I was a good girl and sat still, the shot the doctor was about to give me wouldn’t hurt. It was the first time my young brain connected the unsettling feeling of my magic talent detecting a lie to the actions of other people.
               People lie for many reasons: to save themselves, to get out of trouble, to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. Manipulators lie to get what they want. Narcissists lie to make themselves seem grand to others and themselves. Recovering alcoholics lie to safeguard their tattered reputations. And those who love us most lie to us most of all, because life is a bumpy ride and they want to smooth it out as much as possible.
               John Rutger lied because he was a scumbag.
               Nothing about his appearance said, Hey, I’m a despicable human being. As he stepped out of the hotel elevator, he seemed like a perfectly pleasant man. Tall and fit, he had brown, slightly wavy hair with just enough grey on his temples to make him look distinguished. His face was the kind of face you would expect a successful, athletic man in his forties to have: masculine, clean-shaven, and confident. He was that handsome, well-dressed dad at the junior football league yelling encouragements at his kid. He was the trusted stockbroker who would never steer his clients wrong. Smart, successful, solid as a rock. And the beautiful redhead holding hands with him was not his wife.
               John’s wife was named Liz, and two days ago she hired me to find out if he was cheating on her. She had caught him cheating before, ten months ago, and she’d told him that his next one would be his last.
               John and the redhead drifted across the hotel lobby.
               I sat in the lobby’s lounge area, half hidden behind a bushy plant, and pretended to be absorbed in my cell phone, while the small digital camera hidden in my black crocheted purse recorded the lovebirds. The purse had been chosen precisely for its decorative holes.
               Rutger and his date stopped a few feet away from me. I furiously shot birds at the snide green pigs on my screen. Move along, nothing to see here, just a young blond woman playing with her phone by some shrubbery.
               “I love you,” the redhead said. True. Deluded fool.
               The pigs laughed at me. I really sucked at this game. “I love you too,” he told her, looking into her eyes.
               A familiar irritation built inside me, as if an invisible fly was buzzing around my head. My magic clicked. John was lying. Surprise, surprise.
               I felt so sorry for Liz. They had been married for nine years, with two children, an eight-year-old boy and a four-year-old girl. She showed me the pictures when she hired me. Now their marriage was about to sink like the Titanic, and I was watching the iceberg approach.
               “Do you mean that?” the redhead asked, looking at him with complete adoration.
               “Yes. You know I do.”
               Magic buzzed again. Lie.
               Most people found lying stressful. Distorting the truth and coming up with a plausible alternative version of reality required a good memory and an agile mind. When John Rutger lied, he did it to your face, looking straight into your eyes. And he seemed really convincing.
               “I wish we could be together,” the redhead said. “I’m tired of hiding.”
               “I know. But now isn’t the right time. I’m working on it. Don’t worry.”
               My cousins had run his lineage. John wasn’t connected to any of the important magical families whose corporations owned Houston. He had no criminal history, but still something about the way he carried himself set me on edge. My instincts said he was dangerous, and I trusted my instincts.
               We also ran a credit check. John couldn’t afford a divorce. His record as a stockbroker was acceptable but not stellar. He was mortgaged up to the gills. What wealth he had was tied up in stocks, and divvying them up would be expensive. He knew it too and took pains to cover his tracks. He and the redhead had arrived in separate cars twenty minutes apart. He’d probably let her leave first, and, judging by the tense line of his back, this open display of affection in the lobby wasn’t part of his plan.
               The redhead opened her mouth, and John bent down and dutifully kissed her.
               Liz would pay us a thousand dollars when I brought her the proof. It was all she could get her hands on without John knowing about it. It wasn’t much, but we weren’t in a position to turn down work, and as far as jobs went, this one was simple. Once they walked out of the hotel, I’d leave through the side exit, notify Liz, and collect our fee.
The hotel doors swung open and Liz Rutger walked into the lobby.
               All my nerves came to attention. Why? Why don’t people ever listen to me? We had expressly agreed that she wouldn’t do any sleuthing on her own. Nothing good ever came of it.
               Liz saw them kissing and went white as a sheet. John let go of his mistress, his face shocked. The redhead stared at Liz, horrified.
               “This isn’t what it looks like,” John said. It was exactly what it looked like.
               “Hi!” Liz said, shockingly loud, her voice brittle. “Who are you? Because I’m his wife!”
               The redhead turned and fled into the depths of the hotel. Liz turned to her husband. “You.”
               “Let’s not do this here.”
               “Now you’re concerned with appearances? Now?” “Elizabeth.” His voice vibrated with command. Uh-oh. “You ruined us. You ruined everything.”
               “Listen . . .”
               She opened her mouth. The words took a second to come out, as if she had to force them. “I want a divorce.” I’ve been working for the family business since I was seventeen, and I saw the precise moment adrenaline hit John’s system. Some guys get red-faced and start screaming. Some might freeze—those are your fear biters. Push too far and they will go crazy. John Rutger went flat. All emotions drained from his face. His eyes opened wide, and behind them a hard, calculating mind evaluated the situation with icy precision.
               “Okay,” John said quietly. “Let’s talk about this. It’s more than us. It’s also the kids. Come, I’ll take you home.” He reached for her arm.
               “Don’t touch me,” she hissed.
               “Liz,” he said, his voice perfectly reasonable, his eyes focused and predatory, like the hard stare of a sniper sighting his target. “This isn’t a conversation for the hotel lobby. Don’t make a scene. We’re better than that. I’ll drive.”
               There was no way I could let Liz get into his car. His eyes told me that if I let him gain control of her, I would never see her again.
               I moved fast and put myself between them. “Nevada?” Liz blinked, thrown off track. “Walk away,” I told her.
               “Who is this?” John focused on me.
               That’s right, look at me, don’t look at her. I’m a bigger threat. I body-blocked Liz, keeping myself between them. “Liz, go to your car. Don’t drive home. Go to a family member’s house. Now.”
               Muscles on John’s jaw bulged as he locked his teeth. “What?” Liz stared at me.
               “You hired her to spy on me.” John shrugged his shoulders and turned his neck like a fighter loosening himself for a fight. “You brought her into our private life.”
               “Now!” I barked. Liz turned and fled.
               I raised my hands in the air and backed away toward the exit, making sure the camera in the hotel lobby had me in plain view. Behind me the door hissed as Liz made a break for it.
               “It’s over, Mr. Rutger. I’m not a threat.”
               “You nosy bitch. You and that harpy are in it together.”
               At the desk the concierge frantically mashed buttons on a phone.
               If I’d been on my own, I would have turned and run. Some people stand their ground no matter what. In my line of work, a stint at the hospital, coupled with a bill you can’t pay because you’re not working, cures that notion really fast. Given a chance, I’d run like a rabbit, but I had to buy Liz time to get to her car.
               John raised his arms, bent at the elbow, palms up, fingers apart, as if he was holding two invisible softballs in his hands. The mage pose. Oh shit.
               “Mr. Rutger, don’t do this. Adultery isn’t illegal. You haven’t committed any crimes yet. Please don’t do this.”
               His eyes stared at me, cold and hard. “You can still walk away from this.”
               “You thought you could humiliate me. You thought you’d embarrass me.” His face darkened as ghostly magic shadows slid across his skin. Tiny red sparks ignited above his palms and flared. Bright crimson lightning danced, stretching to the tips of his fingers.
               Where the hell was the hotel security? I couldn’t take him down first—it would be an assault, and we couldn’t afford to be sued—but they could.
               “Let me show you what happens to people who try to humiliate me.”
               I dashed to the side.
               Thunder pealed. The glass doors of the hotel shattered. The blast wave picked me up off the floor. I saw the chair from the lounge fly at me and I threw my hands up, curling in midair. The wall smashed into my right shoulder. The chair hit my side and face. Ow.
               I crashed down next to the shards of a ceramic pot that had held a plant two seconds ago, then I scrambled to my feet.
               The red sparks ignited again. He was getting ready for Round Two.
               They say a hundred-and-thirty-pound woman has no chance against an athletic two-hundred-pound man. That’s a lie. You just have to make a decision to hurt him and then do it.
               I grabbed a heavy pot shard and hurled it at him. It crashed against his chest, knocking him off balance. I ran to him, yanking a Taser from my pocket. He swung at me. It was hard and fast, and it caught me right in the stomach. Tears swelled in my eyes. I lunged forward and jammed the Taser against his neck.
               The shock surged through him. His eyes bulged. Please let him go down. Please.
               His mouth gaped open. John went rigid and crashed like a log.
               I knelt on his neck, pulled a plastic tie from my pocket, and wrestled his hands together, tying them up.
               John growled.
               I sat next to him on the floor. My face hurt.
               Two men burst from the side doors and ran to us. Their jackets said security. Well, now they show up. Thank God for the cavalry.
               In the distance police sirens blared.

               Sgt. Munoz, a stocky man twice my age, peered at the security footage. He’d watched it twice already.
               “I couldn’t let him put her into the car,” I said from my spot in the chair. My shoulder hurt and the handcuffs on my hands kept me from rubbing it. Being in close proximity to cops filled me with anxiety. I wanted to fidget, but fidgeting would make me look nervous.
               “You were right,” Munoz said and tapped the screen, pausing on John Rutger reaching for his wife. “That right there is your dead giveaway. The man’s caught with his pants down and he doesn’t say, ‘Sorry, I fucked up.’ He doesn’t beg for forgiveness or get angry. He goes cold and tries to get his wife out of the picture.”
               “I didn’t provoke him. I didn’t put my hands on him either, until he tried to kill me.”
               “I see that.” He turned to me. “That’s a C2 Taser you’ve got there. You do know range on those things is fifteen feet?”
               “I didn’t want to take chances. His magic looked electrical to me, and I thought he might block the current.”
               Munoz shook his head. “No, he was enerkinetic. Straight magic energy, and education to use it, courtesy of the U.S. Army. This guy is a vet.”
               “Ah.” That explained why Rutger went flat. Dealing with adrenaline was nothing new to him. The fact that he was an enerkinetic made sense too. Pyrokinetics manipulated fire, aquakinetics manipulated water, and enerkinetics manipulated raw magical energy. Nobody was quite sure what the nature of that energy was, but it was a relatively common magic. How in the world did Bern miss all this in the background check? When I got home, my cousin and I would have to have words.
               A uniformed cop stuck his head in the door and handed my license back to Munoz. “She checks out.”
               Munoz unlocked my cuffs, took them off, and handed me my purse and camera. My cell and my wallet followed. “We have your statement, and we took your memory card. You’ll get it back later. Go home, put some ice on that neck.”
               I grinned at him. “Are you going to tell me not to leave town, Sarge?”
               Munoz gave me a “yet another smart-ass” look. “No. You went up against a military-grade mage for a grand. If you need the money that bad, you probably can’t afford the gas.”
               Three minutes later I climbed into my five-year-old Mazda minivan. The paperwork described Mazda’s color as “gold.” Everyone else said it was “kind of champagne” or “sort of beige.” Coupled with unmistakable mom car lines, the minivan made for a perfect surveillance vehicle. Nobody paid it any mind. I once followed a guy for two hours in it on a nearly deserted highway, and when the insurance company later showed him the footage demonstrating that his knee worked just fine as he shifted gears in his El Camino, he was terribly surprised.
               I turned the mirror. A big red welt that would mature into one hell of a purple bruise blossomed on my neck and the top of my right shoulder, like someone took a handful of blueberries and rubbed it all over me. An equally bright red stain marked my jaw on the left side. I sighed, readjusted the mirror, and headed home.
               Some easy job this turned out to be. At least I didn’t have to go to the hospital. I grimaced. The welt decided it didn’t like me grimacing. Ow.
               The Baylor Investigative Agency started as a family business. We still were a family business. Technically we were owned by someone else now, but they mostly left us alone to run our affairs as we saw fit. We had only three rules. Rule #1: we stayed bought. Once a client hired us, we were loyal to the client. Rule #2: we didn’t break the law. It was a good rule. It kept us out of jail and safe from litigation. And Rule #3, the most important one of all: at the end of the day we still had to be able to look our reflections in the eye. I filed today under Rule #3 day. Maybe I was crazy and John Rutger would’ve taken his wife home and begged her forgiveness on bended knee. But at the end of the day, I had no regrets, and I didn’t have to worry about whether I did the right thing and whether Liz’s two children would ever see their mother again.
               Their father was a different story, but he was no longer my problem. He made that mess all on his own.
               I cleared the evening traffic on I-290, heading north-west, and turned south. A few minutes later I pulled up in front of our warehouse. Bern’s beat-up black Civic sat in the parking lot, next to Mom’s blue Honda Element. Oh good. Everyone was home.
               I parked, went to the door, and punched the code into the security system. The door clicked open, then I let myself in and paused for a second to hear the reassuring clang of the lock sliding home behind me.
               When you entered the warehouse from this door, it looked just like an office. We built walls, installed some glass panels, and laid down high-traffic beige carpet. That gave us three office rooms on the left side and a break room and large conference room on the right. The drop ceiling completed the illusion.
               I stepped into my office, put the purse and the camera on the desk, and sat in my chair. I really should do a write-up, but I didn’t feel like it. I’d do it later.
               The office was soundproof. Around me everything was quiet. A familiar, faint scent of grapefruit oil in the oil warmer floated to me. The oils were my favorite little luxury. I inhaled the fragrance. I was home.
               I survived. Had I hit my head on the wall when Rutger had thrown me, I could’ve died today. Right now I could be dead instead of sitting here in my office, twenty feet from my home. My mom could be in the morgue, identifying me on a slab. My heart pounded in my chest. Nausea crept up, squeezing my throat. I leaned forward and concentrated on breathing. Deep, calm breaths. I just had to let myself work through it.
               In and out. In and out. Slowly the anxiety receded. In and out.
               Okay.
               I got up, crossed the office to the break room, opened the door in the back, and stepped into the warehouse. A luxuriously wide hallway stretched left and right, its sealed concrete floor reflecting the light softly. Above me thirty-foot ceilings soared. After we had to sell the house and move into the warehouse, Mom and Dad considered making the inside look just like a real house. Instead we ended up building one large wall separating this section of the warehouse—our living space—from Grandma’s garage so we didn’t have to heat or air-condition the entire twenty-two thousand square feet of the warehouse. The rest of the walls had occurred organically, which was a gentle euphemism for We put them up as needed with whatever material was handy.
               If Mom saw me, I wouldn’t get away without a thorough medical exam. All I wanted to do was take a shower and eat some food. This time of the day she was usually with Grandma, helping her work. If I was really quiet, I could just sneak into my room. I padded down the hallway. Think sneaky thoughts . . . Be invisible . . . Hopefully, nothing attention-attracting was going on.
               “I’ll kill you!” a familiar high voice howled from the right.
               Damn it. Arabella, of course. My youngest sister was in rare form, judging by the pitch.
               “That’s real mature!” And that was Catalina, the seventeen-year-old. Two years older than Arabella and eight years younger than me.
               I had to break this up before Mom came over to investigate. I sped down the hallway toward the media room.
               “At least I’m not a dumb ho who has no friends!” “At least I’m not fat!”
               “At least I am not ugly!”
               Neither of them was fat, ugly, or promiscuous. They both were complete drama queens, and if I didn’t quash this party up fast, Mom would be on us in seconds.
               “I hate you!”
               I walked into the media room. Catalina, thin and dark-haired, stood on the right, her arms crossed over her chest. On the left Bern very carefully restrained blond Arabella by holding her by her waist above the floor. Arabella was really strong, but Bern had wrestled through high school and went to a judo club twice a week. Now nineteen and still growing, he stood an inch over six feet tall and weighed about two hundred pounds, most of it powerful, supple muscle. Holding a hundred-pound Arabella wasn’t a problem.
               “Let me go!” Arabella snarled.
               “Think about what you’re doing,” Bern said, his deep voice patient. “We agreed—no violence.”
               “What is it this time?” I asked.
               Catalina stabbed her finger in Arabella’s direction. “She never put the cap on my liquid foundation. Now it’s dried out!”
               Figured. They never fought about anything important. They never stole from each other, they never tried to sabotage each other’s relationships, and if anyone dared to look at one of them the wrong way, the other one would be the first to charge to her sister’s defense. But if one of them took the other’s hairbrush and didn’t clean it, it was World War III.
               “That’s not true . . .” Arabella froze. “Neva, what happened to your face?”
               Everything stopped. Then everyone said something at once, really loud.
               “Shush! Calm down; it’s cosmetic. I just need a shower. Also, stop fighting. If you don’t, Mom will come here and I don’t want her to—”
               “To what?” Mom walked through the door, limping a little. Her leg was bothering her again. Of average height, she used to be lean and muscular, but the injury had grounded her. She was softer now, with a rounder face. She had dark eyes like me, but her hair was chestnut brown.
               Grandma Frida followed, about my height, thin, with a halo of platinum curls stained with machine grease. The familiar, comforting smell of engine oil, rubber, and gun-powder spread through the room. Grandma Frida saw me and her blue eyes got really big. Oh no.
               “Penelope, why is the baby hurt?”
               Best defense is vigorous offense. “I’m not a baby. I’m twenty-five years old.” I was Grandma’s first grandchild. If she lived until I turned fifty, with grandchildren of my own, I’d still be “the baby.”
               “How did this happen?” Mom asked.
               Damn it. “Magic blast wave, wall, and a chair.” “Blast wave?” Bern asked.
               “The Rutger case.”
               “I thought he was a dud.”
               I shook my head. “Enerkinetic magic. He was a vet.”
               Bern’s face fell. He frowned and marched out of the room.
               “Arabella, get the first-aid kit,” Mom said. “Nevada, lie down. You may have a concussion.”
               Arabella took off running.
               “It’s not that bad! I don’t have a concussion.”
               My mother turned and looked at me. I knew that look.
               That was the Sgt. Baylor look. There was no escape. “Did paramedics look at you at the scene?” “Yes.”
               “What did they say?”
               There was no point in lying. “They said I should go to the hospital just in case.”
               My mother pinned me down with her stare. “Did you?” “No.”
               “Lie down.”
               I sighed and surrendered to my fate.

               The next morning I sat in the media room, eating the crepes and sausages Mom made for me. My neck still hurt. My side hurt worse.
               Mom sat at the other end of the sectional, sipping her coffee and working on Arabella’s hair. Apparently the latest fashion among middle schoolers involved elaborate braids, and Arabella had somehow cajoled Mom into helping her.
               On the left side of the screen, a female news anchor with impossibly perfect hair profiled the recent arson at First National, while the right side of the screen showed a tornado of fire engulfing the building. The orange flames billowed out the windows.
               “It’s awful,” Mom said.
               “Did anybody die?” I asked.
               “A security guard. His wife and their two children came by to drop off his dinner and were also burned, but they survived. Apparently Adam Pierce was involved.”
               Everyone in Houston knew who Adam Pierce was. Magic users were segregated into five ranks: Minor, Average, Notable, Significant, and Prime. Born with a rare pyrokinetic talent, Pierce had Stainless Steel classification. A pyrokinetic was considered Average if he could melt a cubic foot of ice under a minute. In the same amount of time, Adam Pierce could conjure a fire that would melt a cubic foot of stainless steel. That made Pierce a Prime, the highest rank of magic user. Everybody wanted him— the military, Home Defense, and the private sector.
               A wealthy, established family, the Pierces owned Firebug, Inc., the leading provider of industrial forging products. Adam, handsome and magically spectacular, was the pride and joy of House Pierce. He’d grown up wrapped in tender luxury, had gone to all the right schools, had worn all the right clothes, and his future had had golden sparkles all over it. He’d been the rising star and the most eligible bachelor. Then, at the ripe age of twenty-two, he’d given them all the finger, declared himself a radical, and gone off to start a motorcycle gang.
               Since then Pierce had been popping up in the news for one thing or another, usually involving cops, crime, and antiestablishment declarations. The media loved him, because his name brought ratings.
               As if on cue, Pierce’s portrait filled the right side of the screen. He wore his trademark black jeans and unzipped black leather jacket over bare, muscled chest. A Celtic knot-work tattoo covered his left pectoral, and a snarling panther with horns decorated the right side of his six-pack. Longish brown hair spilled over his beautiful face, highlighting the world’s best cheekbones and a perfect jaw with just the right amount of stubble to add some scruff. If you cleaned him up, he would look almost angelic. As is, he was a tarnished poseur angel, his wings artfully singed with the perfect camera shot in mind.
               I’d seen my share of real biker gangsters. Not the weekend bikers, who were doctors and lawyers in real life, but the real deal, the ones who lived on the road. They were hard, not too well kept, and their eyes were made of lead. Pierce was more like the leading man playing a badass in an action movie. Lucky for him, he could make his own background of billowing flames.
               “Hot!” Arabella said. “Stop it,” Mom told her.
               Grandma Frida walked into the room. “Oooh, here is my boy.”
“Mother,” Mom growled.
               “What? I can’t help it. It’s the devil eyes.”
               Pierce did have devil eyes. Deep and dark, the rich brown of coffee grinds, they were unpredictable and full of crazy. He was very nice to look at, but all of the images of him looked staged. He always seemed to know where the camera was. And if I ever saw him in person, I’d run the other way like my back was on fire. If I hesitated, it would be.
               “He killed a man,” Mom said.
               “He was framed,” Grandma Frida said. “You don’t even know the story,” Mom said.
               Grandma shrugged. “Framed. A man that pretty can’t be a murderer.”
               Mother stared at her.
               “Penelope, I’m seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy.”
               “Go Grandma.” Arabella pumped her fist in the air. “If you insist on being Grandma’s little stooge, she can do your hair,” Mom said.
               “We will return to the investigation on the arson after the break,” the news anchor announced. “Also, iconic downtown park infested with rats.”
               The image of Bridge Park popped on the screen, its life-size bronze statue of a cowboy on a galloping horse front and center.
               “Should Harris County officials resort to drastic measures? More after the break.”
               Bern walked into the room. “Hey, Nevada, can I borrow you for a moment?”
               I got up and followed him out. Without saying a word, we went down the hallway and into the kitchen. It was the closest place where Mom and Grandma wouldn’t overhear us.
               “What’s up?”
               Bern ran his hand through his short, light brown hair and held out a folder. I opened it and scanned it. John Rutger’s lineage, biography, and background check. A line stood out, highlighted in yellow: Honorable Discharge, Sealed.
               I raised my finger. “Aha!” “Aha,” Bern confirmed.
               Usually employers liked hiring ex-servicemen. They were punctual, disciplined, polite, and capable of making quick decisions when needed. But combat mages sent the typical HR manager running in the opposite direction. Nobody wanted a guy stressing out in their office when he had the ability to summon a host of bloodsucking leeches. To circumvent this issue, the Department of Defense started sealing records of some combat-grade personnel. A sealed record didn’t always meant combat-grade magic, but it would’ve given me a nice heads-up. I would’ve approached Rutger’s situation from an entirely different angle.
               “I screwed up.” Bern leaned against the counter. His grey eyes were full of remorse. “I had a modern history exam. It’s not my strongest class, and I needed at least a B to keep the scholarship, so I had to cram. I gave it to Leon. He ran the lineage and the background check, but forgot to log in to the DOD database.”
               “It’s okay,” I told him. Leon was fifteen. Getting him to sit still for longer than thirty seconds was like trying to herd cats through a shower.
               Bern rubbed the bridge of his nose. “No. It’s not okay. You asked me to do it. I should’ve done it. You got hurt. It won’t happen again.”
               “Don’t sweat it,” I told him. “I’ve missed stuff before. It happens. Just make it a point from now on to check DOD. Did you get a B?”
He nodded. “It’s kind of interesting, actually. Do you know that story about Mrs. O’Leary’s cow?”
               I used to really like history. I even thought of getting a minor in it, but real life got in the way. “Didn’t she knock over a lamp in the barn and start the Great Chicago Fire sometime in the 1860s?”
               “In October of 1871,” Bern said. “My professor doesn’t think the cow did it. He thinks it was a mage.”
               “In 1871? The Osiris Serum had barely been discovered.”
               “It’s a really interesting theory.” Bern shrugged. “You should talk to him sometime. He is a pretty cool guy.”
               I smiled. It had taken me four years, including every summer, to limp my way to a criminal justice degree, because I’d had to work. Bern got an academic scholarship because he was smarter than all of us combined, and now he was doing well. He even liked at least one of his classes outside his major.
               “There is more,” Bern said. “Montgomery wants to see us.”
               My stomach did a pirouette inside me. House Montgomery owned us. When savings and the money from the sale of our home hadn’t been enough to cover Dad’s medical bills, we’d sold the firm to Montgomery. Technically, it was mortgaged. We had a thirty-year repayment term, and every month we squeaked by with the minimum payment. The terms of our mortgage practically made us a subsidiary of Montgomery International Investigations. Montgomery had taken very little interest in us up to this point. We were too small to be of any use to them, and they had no reason to bother us as long as the check had cleared, and our checks always cleared. I made sure of that.
               “They said ASAP,” Bern said. “Did it sound routine?”
               “No.”
               Damn it. “Don’t tell Mom or Grandma.” He nodded. “They’ll just stress.”
               “Yes. I’ll call you as soon as I find out what this is about. Hopefully we just forgot to file some form or something.”
               I was almost to the door when he called, “Nevada? John Rutger’s wife wired the money. A thousand dollars, as agreed.”
               “Good,” I said and escaped. I needed to brush my hair, make myself presentable, and hightail it across town to the glass towers.
Really, how bad could it be?

 




 
Author Bio

“Ilona Andrews” is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army.

Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him.

They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.) They have co-authored two New York Times and USA Today bestselling series, the urban fantasy of Kate Daniels and the romantic urban fantasy of The Edge and are working on the next volumes for both.

They live in Texas with their two children and many dogs and cats.

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Early Review: Archangel's Shadows by Nalini Singh

Early Review: Archangel’s Shadows by Nalini Singh
Archangel's Shadows
Series: Guild Hunter #7
Author: Nalini Singh
Publisher: Jove
Published on: October 28 2014
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Return to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s sensual and painfully beautiful Guild Hunter world in her new novel of sacrifice, loyalty, and the choices of love that can shatter the heart.

In the wake of a brutal war, the archangel Raphael and his hunter consort, Elena, are dealing with the treacherously shifting tides of archangelic politics and the people of a battered but not broken city. The last thing their city needs is more death, especially a death that bears the eerie signature of an insane enemy archangel who cannot—should not—be walking the streets.

This hunt must be undertaken with stealth and without alerting their people. It must be handled by those who can become shadows themselves…

Ash is a gifted tracker and a woman cursed with the ability to sense the secrets of anyone she touches. But there’s one man she knows all too well without a single instant of skin contact: Janvier, the dangerously sexy Cajun vampire who has fascinated and infuriated her for years. Now, as they track down a merciless killer, their cat-and-mouse game of flirtation and provocation has turned into a profound one of the heart. And this time, it is Ash’s secret, dark and terrible, that threatens to destroy them both.

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So I know I said that I don’t like angels in Urban Fantasy in my last review, but I should have qualified that statement: if the angels are simply winged, humanoid beings without ties to religion (and only called “angels” for lack of a better description), then I like them juuuuust fiiiiiiine. And if they happen to be the angels in Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunter books, then I flat-out L-O-V-E them.

 

Guild Hunter is kind of an odd series. It’s part UF, part PNR, and it’s kind of a perfect marriage between the two. You’ve got Elena and Raphael, the MCs for the series overall, but then you’ve got a handful of books, still continuing the main plot, but focused on other, well-liked secondaries like you find in PNR.

 

Elena and Raphael still play important roles in those books, and even have the occasional POV shift, but in those other books we get an opportunity to get a deeper look at characters previously viewed from the sidelines.

 

The first time Singh did this was in book 4, Archangel’s Blade, and ever since then, I’ve been anxiously awaiting this book—the Ash and Janvier book.

 

Ash and Janvier have been consistently providing moments of hilarity, beginning with the very first installment. Ash was painted as a violent and slightly unbalanced guild hunter, and Janvier, the roguishly handsome and incorrigibly charming vampire she was often hired to hunt. Janvier would lead her on a merry chase, only to get the contract on him nullified within hours of Ash catching up to him:

“You made me traipse through the bayou for weeks,” she muttered now. &#8220#8220;Then, right when I had you, you made nice with the angel you’d pissed off.” It wasn’t the first time he’d done that either. “You knew how mad that made me—why did you keep doing it?”

Lifting their clasped hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I was courting you.”

Like I said—HILARIOUS.

 

It was obvious that there was more going on with these two, but Ash always held Janvier at a distance. In Archangel’s Shadows we find out why. *whispers* And it’s goooooood.

The PNR format means that an HEA is inevitable, but if you want to know the ends and outs . . . you’re going to have to read it for yourself. All I can say without spoiling it, is that I was impressed with Singh’s spin on the (IMO) too often employed “but we can’t EVER be together, b/c insert-not-a-reason-here” track.

 

Ash had a legitimate reason, and Singh’s solution was nothing less than brilliant. *tips hat*

 

I also have a new book to anxiously await.

 

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Naasir stole the spotlight (b/c Janvier *swoon*), but it was close. Between Dimintri’s remembrances from Naasir’s childhood:

He’d never forget what Naasir had said to him when Dmitri yelled that he didn’t intend to bury another child and that Naasir needed to have a care for his life.

“Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?”

And his obvious feral nature in the present:

“I told Caliane that trying to civilize me is like trying to civilize a jungle cat,” Naasir said with a shrug. “We pretend to like people until we get hungry and want fresh meat.” A glance around, a glint in his eye. “I honestly do like you all. I haven’t thought about eating you for at least two centuries.”

I am dying to find out what this wild, yet completely enthralling, beast is. *grabby hands*

 

Archangel’s Shadows was everything I wanted it to be. It did justice to two of my favorite characters, making their story worth the wait, and still kept me full of anticipation for the next chapter . . .

 

Hopefully Naasir’s. *winks*

 

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Release Day Review: Into Darkness by J.T. Geissinger

Release Day Review: Into Darkness by J.T. Geissinger
Into Darkness
Series: Night Prowler #6
Author: J.T. Geissinger
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published on: October 21, 2014
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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In New Vienna, capital of the oppressive global government formed after the Flash, three things are certain: the sun is poisonous, speaking out is dangerous, and being different will get you killed.

And Lumina Bohn is extraordinarily different.

Living in terror of discovery, Lu knows nothing of her past—but she knows she must pretend to be human to survive. When an incident at work triggers her astonishing powers, she becomes the target of an international manhunt. Only one person can save her: Magnus, the enigmatic stranger haunting her dreams.

Magnus rescues the outcasts called Aberrants from capture and torture. As Lu begins exploring her powers among her people, her feelings for Magnus intensify. He’s determined to stay emotionally distant, yet their smoldering passion soon becomes impossible to resist.

But when a shocking revelation threatens the lives of every remaining Aberrant, Lu and Magnus must risk everything, confronting their enemies in an explosive final stand to save their kind from the darkest fate of all: extinction.



Do you like dark paranormal reads? Enjoy a great romance, with a backdrop of extreme adventure and danger? If so then this series is one you need to read. This is the fifth and final installment of the Night Prowler series, and as much as I loved each book, I certainly had no idea how it would all end. Each of these books feature one couple, and the couple is always part of a story full of danger at every turn. To end this series just by featuring another couple, made me wonder if that would be all there is to it. I should have known that this author, who has never disappointed me in any of her writing, would find a way to both shock me, and yes, awe me as well.

In the beginning of this book, I was a bit confused. I literally, re-looked to make sure I was reading the right book. No lie. And then, I realized that the author had taken the story into the future, and the main character is Lumina. Who Lumina is, and what she is, is just part of the mystery of this story. She lives with her adoptive father, in New Vienna, Austria, in a dystopian world. Yes, Ms. Geissinger went there, and it was nothing short of near genius, as far as taking this series up to another level, when I thought it was a good as it could get in the first place. The other side of the couple is Magnus, the alpha of the Ikati, that inhabit a series of caves in Wales. Horribly scarred, he keeps himself shut off from the possibility of ever finding a mate. How these two meet, is just part of the premise of what this book is all about.

The background and world building of this series has been skillfully woven into the story by the author, as always. The world of the Ikati, or panther shifters, has gone down a dark and twisted path from the beginning. The Ikati have lived in secret since before man existed, until the race is betrayed by crazy sociopath, Caesar, who decides to horrifically announce the presence of the Ikati to the world. Nothing is the same after that, and at the end of the last book the world that the Ikati has built is threatened with extinction.

With the possibility of spoilers and this series ending, I’ve tried to keep the story points to a minimum and hopefully I have succeeded. It’s always hard for me, and I am sure other readers, to read that last book in a beloved series. Will it live up to what the rest of the series was about,and will it end the way you want it to? With this book, Ms. Geissinger had exceeded all my expectations. If you have read the previous books, I think you will be more then pleased with the ending. If you haven’t read these books yet, I can’t recommend them enough. They should be read in order, as the story is a continuing one. They are extremely adult reads, both because of sexual situations, and the dark plot lines.

As a disclaimer, I received this book from the author, in exchange for an honest and fair review, and I am also a member of the author’s street team.


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Paranormal New Releases: October 21st

Urban Fantasy:

Demon's Vow
Demon’s Vow (The Asylum Tales #3.2)
by Jocelynn Drake
Urban Fantasy
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Bestselling author Jocelynn Drake continues her urban fantasy series with the second installment of the Final Asylum Tales, Demon’s Vow.

Tattoo artist and warlock Gage is having a rough week. He’s trying to track down a mysterious murderer in Low Town while also chasing a powerful entity using forbidden Death Magic across the nation. When Gage discovers the two forces may be trying to unite, the stakes get even higher. With Gideon’s help, Gage is determined to stop the murderers before anyone else gets hurt – including his girlfriend, Trixie.

 

Seventh Grave and No Body
(Charley Davidson #7)
by Darynda Jones
Urban Fantasy
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Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life.

A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.

We’re doomed.



Paranormal Romance:

Demon Storm (Belador #5)
by Dianna Love
Paranormal Romance
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Book Description

In the fifth book of this bestselling paranormal series, Evalle faces her greatest nightmare – losing Storm – and without his help the Beladors will fall to their greatest enemy.

*Includes DEADLY FIXATION bonus short story from the Belador world.


With Treoir Island in shambles after a Medb attack that left the survival of the missing Belador warrior queen in question and Belador powers compromised, there is one hope for her return and their future – Evalle Kincaid, whose recent transformation has turned her into an even more formidable warrior. First she has to locate Storm, the Skinwalker she’s bonded with who she believes can find the Belador queen, but Storm stalks the witch doctor who’s threatening Evalle’s life. When he finally corners the witch doctor, she throws Storm a curve that may cost him everything, including Evalle. The hunter becomes the hunted, and Evalle must face her greatest nightmare to save Storm and the Beladors or watch the future of mankind fall to deadly preternatural predators.

 

Into Darkness (Night Prowler #6)
by J.T. Geissinger
Paranormal Romance
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Book Description

In New Vienna, capital of the oppressive global government formed after the Flash, three things are certain: the sun is poisonous, speaking out is dangerous, and being different will get you killed.

And Lumina Bohn is extraordinarily different.

Living in terror of discovery, Lu knows nothing of her past—but she knows she must pretend to be human to survive. When an incident at work triggers her astonishing powers, she becomes the target of an international manhunt. Only one person can save her: Magnus, the enigmatic stranger haunting her dreams.

Magnus rescues the outcasts called Aberrants from capture and torture. As Lu begins exploring her powers among her people, her feelings for Magnus intensify. He’s determined to stay emotionally distant, yet their smoldering passion soon becomes impossible to resist.

But when a shocking revelation threatens the lives of every remaining Aberrant, Lu and Magnus must risk everything, confronting their enemies in an explosive final stand to save their kind from the darkest fate of all: extinction.

 

Gray Bishop (Cornerstone Run #2)
by Kelly Meade
Paranormal Romance
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Book Description

Some people need something to fight for…

With the attacks on their homes escalating and human half-breeds seeking sanctuary among them, the loup garou are reaching their breaking point. Two, in particular.

After failing to stop his little brother’s kidnapping years ago, Bishop McQueen angrily broods on his shame, though no one else blames him.

Jillian Reynolds is still dealing with a tragic accident that took everything she ever wanted from life. And her attraction to Bishop is only making things more difficult.

When word reaches them that Jillian’s hometown is under attack, the Alpha takes Bishop, Jillian, and a group of enforcers to assist in the battle. And it is in this chaos that both Bishop and Jillian will have to face their pasts—and the true feelings they have for each other—if they are going to survive…

INCLUDES A PREVIEW OF THE NEXT TITLE IN THE CORNERSTONE TRILOGY, WHITE KNIGHT.

 

Heart of Stone (Truth Seers #2)
by Debra Mullins
Paranormal Romance
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Book Description

Debra Mullins introduced readers to the world of the Truthseers in Prodigal Son. Now the story of the lost Atlanteans continues in Heart of Stone.

Darius Montana is a Seer. With his gift of empathy, he can see into the hearts of others, both human and Atlantean. When his family comes into possession of one of the legendary power stones of Atlantis, Darius is sent to find the Stone Singer.

Faith Karaluros is the last Stone Singer. Manipulated all her life for her rare ability, she is widowed after her husband tried to steal her power for the Mendukati, an extremist group that hunts Seers. Faith wants nothing more than to stay out of this war when Darius comes to find her—just in time to rescue her from being kidnapped.

Faith goes with Darius, determined to do the job and be on her way with the money that can set her up where no one can find her again. She didn’t count on the Mendukati sending a hit man after her. Darius swears he can protect her, but when she discovers he is one of the rare Atlanteans whose powers work on their own kind, can she trust him to keep his word, or is she being used again?



Fantasy:

The Vines
by Christopher Rice
Fantasy / Horror
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Book Description

The dark history of Spring House, a beautifully restored plantation mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans, has long been forgotten. But something sinister lurks beneath the soil of the old estate.

After heiress and current owner Caitlin Chaisson is witness to her husband’s stunning betrayal at her birthday party, she tries to take her own life in the mansion’s cherished gazebo. Instead, the blood she spills awakens dark forces in the ground below. Chaos ensues and by morning her husband has vanished without a trace and his mistress has gone mad.

Nova, daughter to Spring House’s groundskeeper, has always suspected that something malevolent haunts the old place, and in the aftermath of the birthday party she enlists Caitlin’s estranged best friend, Blake, to help her get to the bottom of it. The pair soon realizes that the vengeance enacted by this sinister and otherworldly force comes at a terrible price.



Young Adult:

The Sorcerer Heir
(The Heir Chronicles #5)
by Cinda Williams Chima
Young Adult / Fantasy
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Book Description

The delicate peace between Wizards and the underguilds (Warriors, Seers, Enchanters, and Sorcerers) still holds by the thinnest of threads, but powerful forces inside and outside the guilds threaten to sever it completely.

Emma and Jonah are at the center of it all. Brought together by their shared history, mutual attraction, and a belief in the magic of music, they now stand to be torn apart by new wounds and old betrayals. As they struggle to rebuild their trust in each other, Emma and Jonah must also find away to clear their names as the prime suspects in aseries of vicious murders. It seems more and more likely that the answers they need lie buried in the tragedies of the past. The question is whether they can survive long enough to unearth them.

Old friends and foes return as new threats arise in this stunning and revelatory conclusion to the beloved and bestselling Heir Chronicles series.

 

Time’s Edge (The Chronos Files #2)
by Rysa Walker
Young Adult / Science Fiction
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Book Description

To stop her sadistic grandfather, Saul, and his band of time travelers from rewriting history, Kate must race to retrieve the CHRONOS keys before they fall into the Cyrists’ hands. If she jumps back in time and pulls the wrong key—one that might tip off the Cyrists to her strategy—her whole plan could come crashing down, jeopardizing the future of millions of innocent people. Kate’s only ally is Kiernan, who also carries the time-traveling gene. But their growing bond threatens everything Kate is trying to rebuild with Trey, her boyfriend who can’t remember the relationship she can’t forget.

As evidence of Saul’s twisted mind builds, Kate’s missions become more complex, blurring the line between good and evil. Which of the people Saul plans to sacrifice in the past can she and Kiernan save without risking their ultimate goal—or their own lives?

 

Loop (Loop #1)
by Karen Akins
Young Adult / Science Fiction
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Book Description

At a school where Quantum Paradox 101 is a required course and history field trips are literal, sixteen year-old time traveler Bree Bennis excels…at screwing up.

After Bree botches a solo midterm to the 21st century by accidentally taking a boy hostage (a teensy snafu), she stands to lose her scholarship. But when Bree sneaks back to talk the kid into keeping his yap shut, she doesn’t go back far enough. The boy, Finn, now three years older and hot as a solar flare, is convinced he’s in love with Bree, or rather, a future version of her that doesn’t think he’s a complete pain in the arse. To make matters worse, she inadvertently transports him back to the 23rd century with her.

Once home, Bree discovers that a recent rash of accidents at her school are anything but accidental. Someone is attacking time travelers. As Bree and her temporal tagalong uncover seemingly unconnected clues—a broken bracelet, a missing data file, the art heist of the millennium—that lead to the person responsible, she alone has the knowledge to piece the puzzle together. Knowledge only one other person has. Her future self.

But when those closest to her become the next victims, Bree realizes the attacker is willing to do anything to stop her. In the past, present, or future.

 

Stone Cold Touch
(The Dark Elements #2)
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Young Adult
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Book Description

Every touch has its price

Layla Shaw is trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life—no easy task for a seventeen-year-old who’s pretty sure things can’t get worse. Her impossibly gorgeous best friend, Zayne, is forever off-limits thanks to the mysterious powers of her soul-stealing kiss. The Warden clan that has always protected her is suddenly keeping dangerous secrets. And she can barely think about Roth, the wickedly hot demon prince who understood her in ways no one else could.

But sometimes rock bottom is only the beginning. Because suddenly Layla’s powers begin to evolve, and she’s offered a tantalizing taste of what has always been forbidden. Then, when she least expects it, Roth returns, bringing news that could change her world forever. She’s finally getting what she always wanted, but with hell literally breaking loose and the body count adding up, the price may be higher than Layla is willing to pay….

 

Beware the Wild
by Natalie C. Parker
Young Adult
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Book Description

It’s an oppressively hot and sticky morning in June when Sterling and her brother, Phin, have an argument that compels him to run into the town swamp — the one that strikes fear in all the residents of Sticks, Louisiana. Phin doesn’t return. Instead, a girl named Lenora May climbs out, and now Sterling is the only person in Sticks who remembers her brother ever existed.

Sterling needs to figure out what the swamp’s done with her beloved brother and how Lenora May is connected to his disappearance — and loner boy Heath Durham might be the only one who can help her.

This debut novel is full of atmosphere, twists and turns, and a swoon-worthy romance.

 

Blue Lily, Lily Blue (The Raven Cycle #3)
by Maggie Stiefvater
Young Adult
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Book Description

Blue Sargent has found things. For the first time in her life, she has friends she can trust, a group to which she can belong. The Raven Boys have taken her in as one of their own. Their problems have become hers, and her problems have become theirs.

The trick with found things, though, is how easily they can be lost.

Friends can betray.
Mothers can disappear.
Visions can mislead.
Certainties can unravel.

 

Catch Me When I Fall (Dreamcatcher #1)
by Vicki Leigh
Young Adult
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Book Description

Recruited at his death to be a Protector of the Night, seventeen-year-old Daniel Graham has spent two-hundred years fighting Nightmares and guarding humans from the clawed, red-eyed creatures that feed off people’s fears. Each night, he risks his eternal life, having given up his chance at an afterlife when he chose to become a Protector. That doesn’t stop a burnt-out Daniel from risking daring maneuvers during each battle. He’s become one of the best, but he wants nothing more than to stop.

Then he’s given an assignment to watch over sixteen-year-old Kayla Bartlett, a clinically depressed patient in a psychiatric ward. Nightmares love a human with a tortured past. Yet, when they take a deep interest in her, appearing in unprecedented numbers, the job becomes more dangerous than any Daniel’s ever experienced. He fights ruthlessly to keep the Nightmares from overwhelming his team and Kayla. Soon, Daniel finds himself watching over Kayla during the day, drawn to why she’s different, and what it is about her that attracts the Nightmares. And him.

A vicious attack on Kayla forces Daniel to break the first Law and reveal his identity. Driven by his growing feelings for her, he whisks her away to Rome where others like him can keep her safe. Under their roof, the Protectors discover what Kayla is and why someone who can manipulate Nightmares has her in his sights. But before they can make a move, the Protectors are betrayed and Kayla is kidnapped. Daniel will stop at nothing to save her. Even if it means giving up his immortality.

 

This Is Your Afterlife
by Vanessa Barneveld
Young Adult
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Book Description

When the one boy you crushed on in life can’t seem to stay away in death, it’s hard to be a normal teen when you’re a teen paranormal.

Sixteen-year-old Keira Nolan has finally got what she wanted-the captain of the football team in her bedroom. Problem is he’s not in the flesh. He’s a ghost and she’s the only one who can see him.

Keira’s determined to do anything to find Jimmy’s killer. Even it if means teaming up with his prickly-yet-dangerously-attractive brother, Dan, also Keira’s ex-best-friend. Keira finds that her childish crush is fading, but her feelings for Dan are just starting to heat up, and as the story of Jimmy’s murder unfolds, anyone could be a suspect.

This thrilling debut from Vanessa Barneveld crosses over from our world to the next, and brings a whole delightful new meaning to “teen spirit”.



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Reading progress update: I've listened 204 out of 606 minutes.

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Tour Stop, Giveaways and Early Audiobook Review: Seventh Grave and No Body by Darynda Jones — Please VOTE!

Seventh Grave and No Body Promo Tour



Hi everyone, and welcome to Day 1 of Darynda Jones’ SEVENTH GRAVE AND NO BODY promo tour! This post is overflowing with amazeballs, so clear your schedule because you are going to be here a while. Check-out the must read / listen excerpts, my gushing 5-star review, and the THREE GIVEAWAYS! There’s the usual tour-wide one, but Rabid Reads also has the privilege of being one of only four sites to host a US-only AND international audiobook contest thanks to Macmillan Audio. And, Darynda Jones is doing something extra special for us hosts, so please don’t forget to vote for your favourite blog before you leave! Enjoy the Charley Davidson awesomeness. :)


Excerpt

 

               Still covered in duct tape, he turned on his side to face me, his flesh straining against the binds. “You would tell me if something were wrong, right?”
               “What do you mean? Of course, I would.”
               “So, if you knew something could happen to you, you’d let me know.”
               Where was he going with this? “Yes. Nothing is going to happen to me. Well, unless the Twelve get ahold of me. Other than that, I should be fine.”
               He nodded in thought.
               “Reyes, what is it?”
               “I think you keep secrets from me.”
               “You keep secrets from me,” I said, teasing. “Seems only fair.”
               He leaned forward and nibbled on my ear. “We can decide who gets to keep secrets and who doesn’t later. Until then, want to do it?”
               “Reyes!” I said, appalled. “You just had your arm nearly ripped off at the shoulder.” That and the fact that a grown man asking me if I wanted to “do it” was hilarious.
               “We can still do it.”
               I giggled. “No, we can’t.”
               “I’m very creative with my mouth.”
               “I am well aware of that.”
               “You should sit on my face.”
               A bubble of laughter escaped again. “I am not sitting on your face. Oh, my god.”
               “Just sit on my face. I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
               “You really need to practice humility,” I said.
               “Humility is overrated.”

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Author Bio


NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

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Tour Stop, Giveaways and Early Audiobook Review: Seventh Grave and No Body by Darynda Jones — Please VOTE!
Seventh Grave and No Body
Series: Charley Davidson #7
Author: Darynda Jones
Narrated by: Lorelei King
Publisher: Macmillan Audio
Published on: October 21, 2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Format: 10 hrs & 23 mins, Audiobook
Provided by: Publisher


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Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life.

A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.

We’re doomed.

 

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*** Review may contain spoilers for previous installments in series. ***

Charley Davidson is back for her seventh round of cray-cray situations, murder n’ mayhem, and grim reaper pandemonium, only this time her snark is the sole weapon in her arsenal because she has to do it all sans caffeine. Fortunately for her, she has a strong crew of secondary characters at her back, and in this installment she’s going to need every single one of them! This audiobook was emotionally taxing; I went from laughing out loud at the heroine’s lunacy, to weeping with joy about that THING we’ve all been waiting for, to blubbering over the death of one of their own. But, this novel wasn’t just about the feels because it also featured mucho plot threads, wonderful epiphanies, and made some pretty significant mythology headway. The overall experience was rendered even more perfect with the delightful Lorelei King at the narrative reins.

I like listening to these books because they are light, fun, and typically don’t require much thought—ear candy at its best! SEVENTH GRAVE AND NO BODY changed all of that because every chapter, while entertaining, was also crucial to this series’ overall story arc. Charley solved a ten year old case in fifteen minutes, and even though that initial plot thread was quickly overshadowed by several others, it was still super important because it was related to the twelve, and pulled agent Carlson into Davidson’s inner circle. Then, the priest’s minor haunting episode brought Heaven and Hell to the fore by introducing the Vatican and bounty hunter angles. And finally, don’t even get me started on the suicide kidnappings and Silvia Star! There were a lot of seemingly unrelated incidents in this installment, however upon closer inspection every single one was part of the bigger picture. Genius!

Charley never fails to crack me up with her t-shirt sayings, eccentric naming habits, and outlandish sense of humour. Her lack of progression as a character used to frustrate me, but the evolution of her abilities, and that of her sidekicks more than make up for her shortcomings in that area. Cookie was as terrific as always, and it appears as though her daughter, Amber, will play a pivotal role in this story as well. Reyes isn’t quite as evil as he used to be, but both Charley and The Dealer definitely kept him on his toes. I actually got a kick out of Swopes for once, and even Ubie managed to surprise me. There were unfortunately two deaths in this installment; Belvedere’s which was a given (haha!), and one other that broke my heart.

Darynda Jone’s writing style is without a doubt addictive; however it’s Lorelei King’s voice that keeps me coming back for more. She adds a whole new level to Charley with her saucy tone, and uncanny ability to switch from silly to serious in the same breath. I gave this audiobook five stars, but it should be noted that the narrator earned at least one of them all by herself thanks to her A+ delivery. It takes longer to listen than it does to read, yet with King in your ear those extra hours feel like a gift instead of a burden. This novel was one of the most suspenseful in this series to date, and that aspect really came through in Lorelei’s performance via her character voices, and the high impact action scenes.

SEVENTH GRAVE AND NO BODY was audiobook magic, plain and simple!

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Reading progress update: I've read 100%.

A Taste of Winter (Lakeside Book 2) - Laila Blake

I liked this installment slightly less than its predecessor because most of it revolved around Moira & Owain bumbling their way through the woods which wasn't very exciting or sexy. The final chapters were more interesting with fae intrigue, betrayal, and the promise of more to come in the final book. 3.5 stars ~ Full Review to Follow.

Reading progress update: I've read 80%.

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Early Review: Black Dog by Caitlin Kittredge

Early Review: Black Dog by Caitlin Kittredge
Black Dog
Series: Hellhound Chronicles #1
Author: Caitlin Kittredge
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Published on: October 28 2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Format: 368 pages, eARC
Provided by: Edelweiss
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The first installment in a fabulous dark urban fantasy series—think Kill Bill with demons and gangsters instead of martial arts—from the award-winning author of the Iron Codex trilogy and Vertigo comic Coffin Hill

Ava has spent the last hundred years as a hellhound, the indentured servant of a reaper who hunts errant souls and sends them to Hell. When a human necromancer convinces her to steal her reaper’s scythe, Ava incurs the wrath of the demon Lilith, her reaper’s boss.

As punishment for her transgression, Lilith orders Ava to track down the last soul in her reaper’s ledger . . . or die trying.

But after a hundred years of servitude, it’s time for payback. And Hell hath no fury like an avenging Ava . . .

paranormal beast ZOMBIE BADBOY

 

The first thing I want to say about this book is that my main issue was a matter of personal preference. It’s impossible to really like a book when you don’t like the heroine, and the heroine . . . I did not like.

 

Neither am I a huge fan of zombies and voodoo/necromancy or angels as supernatural creatures in urban fantasy (just b/c a book has demons—and weirdly, as much as I typically dislike angels in my UF, I think demons are aces—doesn’t mean there will be angels).

 

This time, however, there were. *shrugs*

 

BUT if dead things and/or angels are your thing, you might love this book. Moving on . . .

 

Any Supernatural fans out there?

 

I’m a few seasons behind, but I think it’s pretty great. If you haven’t watched Supernatural, it’s about two brothers who hunt/kill/send back to Hell ghosts/monsters/demons. When I checked out, it had evolved from misc. monster hunting to an approaching Armageddon<------I'm consistent.

 

Black Dog is kind of like Supernatural from the demon’s perspective. If the demon was a hellhound meant to inspire sympathy b/c of her dainty human form and indentured servitude to a big meanie hellspawn.

 

And that’s where things went wrong for me. You see . . . while the slavery aspect of being a hellhound definitely sucks, you cannot be hellhound without making a deal with the proverbial devil.

 

Hellhounds aren’t the offspring of a group of people who made the deal eons ago and are still paying for their ancestors’ mistake. They aren’t a strange and new amalgamation, created by the minions of Hell, forced to serve and exist in misery. NOPE. They are NOT. Every, single one of them signs up for the gig. When Ava died, a reaper came to her and offered her a choice.

 

Ava chose . . . poorly.

 

“But how did Ava die?” you ask.

 

Well . . . Ava had a boyfriend who liked to drink when he was feeling sorry for himself, and when he was good and drunk, he’d beat the shit out of her. Poor thing, I know. Except instead of kicking him to the curb, b/c abusive asshole, she started sleeping with his best friend, b/c serves him right.

 

And that’s not all Ava’s doing with these guys.

 

One of Best Friend’s ancestors was some kind of voodoo priestess who sacrificed a bunch of children to open a gate to Hell, and the three of them are out in the bayou trying to find where she did it, so that they can call up some ghost to get power (b/c power).

 

But it all goes sideways for Ava when these two upstanding young men make her the sacrifice.

 

Huh . . . I guess they left that part out. You can’t blame her for being surprised though, b/c the sacrifice was supposed to be a “pure” soul . . .

 

SO. Ava makes LOTS of bad choices.

 

She’s also supposed to be one tough chick. You can torture her, and she will not flinch. She’s used to it. Learned how to swallow the pain years ago. And she will cut you.

 

One. Tough. Chick.

 

When she’s not on a crying jag:

I slammed the door behind me, threw the bolt, and curled up on the faded bed . . . Pressing the musty feather pillow against my face, I sobbed until I thought my chest would crack open . . . I hadn’t realized it until this moment that I was alone, and I’d been stupid to ever think anything else.

Or having a panic attack:

I fell to the ground without realizing it. There was a terrible wheezing sound loud in my ears, and something slamming against my ribs from the inside as the weight got heavier and heavier, choking off my air entirely.

Or feeling sorry for herself:

If there was a level ten stories below ground from pathetic, I was probably there.

Characters make mistakes. It’s inevitable. It’s what they do after they make mistakes that counts, and IMO . . . Ava could have handled it better. But that’s not the biggest problem for me. *sighs* I can’t help it. I just don’t like her.

 

Beyond that, Black Dog by Caitlin Kittredge was a pretty good book. The plot was interesting, especially if you’re into the whole good vs evil/Heaven and Hell thing, and aside from some lowbrow humor, the writing was excellent. I think a lot of urban fantasy readers will like this book—it really was a case of, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

 

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Review: Glamour by Andrea Janes

Review: Glamour by Andrea Janes
Glamour
Author: Andrea Janes
Publisher: World Weaver Press
Published on: March 12, 2014
Genre: Fantasy
Format: 219 pages, eBook
Provided by: Purchased
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Stealing the life she's always wanted is as easy as casting a spell.

Townie. That's what eighteen-year-old Christina Sundy is. All year round she lives in a one-stoplight town on Cape Cod, and when summer comes, she spends her days scooping ice cream for the rich tourists she hates. So when one of them takes a job in the ice cream shop alongside her, she's pissed. Why does a blonde and perky Harvard-bound rich girl like Reese Manning want to scoop ice cream anyway?

Something else weird is happening to Christina: tiny blue sparks seem to be shooting off her fingers. It isn't long before she realizes the truth about herself—she's actually a powerful hereditary witch. But her newfound powers are too intense for her to handle and, in a moment of rage, she accidentally zaps Reese into another dimension.

So that no one will notice that the rich girl has disappeared, Christina casts a disguising spell, or "glamour," and lives Reese's life while she tries to find a retrieval spell. But as the retrieval spell proves harder than anticipated, and as she goes about living Reese's life without anyone on the outside noticing the switch, Christina realizes that there's nothing to stop her from making the glamour permanent... except, of course, her fellow witches, a 16th century demon, and, just maybe, her own conscience.

This edition contains a Reading Group Supplement with questions for discussion and a conversation with Andrea Janes



I did something really strange the other day. I actually had the chance to read something from my huge TBR pile. I just paged back in my Kindle, and picked one. Turns out it had been there since August, and I actually have no memory of buying it, you know, cause of that one click thing. I ended up having a really good time reading this book, and decided to review it.

If you like witch books, especially witch books about someone that has no idea that they are a witch, then you might really like this one. Christina is eighteen, and a townie in a resort town on Cape Cod. She’s in a dead end job, working at a ice cream store, Scoops, and has no idea what she is going to do with herself now that high school is over. She’s got self confidence issues, is very defensive with everyone, and has no friends her own age, except for a loser, cheating, boyfriend. Reese has it all, she’s a beauty, is thin, rich, and getting ready to go to Harvard. She’s everything Christina isn’t, but for some reason comes to work at Scoops, and befriends Christina. This also coincides with Christina manifesting blue sparks out of her fingertips, and causing some pretty bad storms. She only tells Reese, even though her close friend Bridget, owner of Scoops, and her late mother’s friend, should have been her first choice. The two girls start playing around with spells. Something bad happens, and Reese gets knocked into another world. This is the story about what happens to Christina when she decides to use glamour to take over Reese’s life until she can find a way to get her back.

I mostly really liked the character of Christina. She’s full of sarcasm, which I like, but at times, she started to make some really bad decisions, and I started to not like her. But that’s kind of when life lessons came into play-usually a good thing. Bridget was an interesting character as well, and probably my other favorite in the story. I think that’s because she’s a good person, one that looks for the good in people, even when they are doing wrong. As Christina’s surrogate mom, she excelled in that. Reese wasn’t in the story as much, but is the catalyst for most of what happens, so was very necessary to the story. Matt, a young man working at Scoops, was a good person as well, and one that could see the good in Christina. He only has a small but pivital role in the story, and it mattered. There is of course a villain in this story. I don’t want to say any more than that because of spoilers.

Will Christina manage to get Reese back, or will she take over Reese’s life completely? That’s the question here. Is there even a way to get Reese back, is another question to be answered. Along the way are some surprises, and actually some life altering moments for Christina. There’s other witches, both good and bad, and even a demon. I thought this book was well thought out, and executed by the author, and read it really quickly. I don’t know if it’s going to be a series, but it certainly could be, and if it becomes one, I will definitely be reading it.


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Source: http://rabidreads.ca/2014/10/review-glamour-by-andrea-janes.html