Category Archives: Werewolves
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: December 3, 2013
Paperback: 217 pages
Rating: 4 stars
Meet the furry big brother that the Wird sisters never had…
Bren is a cocky, brash hound of a werewolf who loathes the idea of belonging to Aric’s pack—much less finding a mate. But Bren’s hotheaded behavior lands him in the doghouse when he defies Aric’s authority in front of his pack, bringing up a sore subject that’s bound to make the Alpha wolf’s blood boil…
Luckily for him, no one can stay mad at Bren and his wild charm for long. And when some frightening ghosts launch a hostile paranormal takeover, Bren will team up with Celia to take down the evil ghouls before they hurt someone they both love…
Bren is a lone wolf—or werewolf that is. He has been without a pack since his parents died when he was a kid and the elder’s wouldn’t allow him to join his father’s pack. Bren is okay with that because his “pack” consists of the people who matter to him: his roommate, Dan and Celia Wird and her sisters. They are the only people he can count on, the only people he can trust, and the only people he would die to protect.
And to protect those he loves against the growing danger from the demons and the witches of The Tribe that keep calling together the evilest of supernaturals, he would even agree to join Aric’s pack, even though the pure-blooded bastard broke Celia’s heart.
That doesn’t mean he is going to play by Aric’s rules like a good little pup. Bren’s mouth has a habit of writing checks his ass can’t cash and mouthing off to an alpha-were might not always be the best way to show that you are willing to be part of the pack.
When their friend Dan is kidnapped by soul-sucking ghouls, Bren has to quickly decide if he can trust the pack or will he and Celia go it alone to find Dan before it is too late.
As the Weird Girl series is told by Celia’s point of view, this was interesting to read from Bren’s perspective. He gives us some insight into his friendships with Dan and Celia and why he they mean so much to him. We also learn why he is a lone wolf and why he likes it that way.
This story continues on from where we left off after A Cursed Embrace. There is plenty of action since the witch is now calling forth cursed souls and will try to possess bodies and they keep showing up around Bren and Celia.
It was an enjoyable addition to the series and gives Celia’s friends a little more depth to their characters. I don’t know what I enjoyed more: watching Bren torment his roommate Dan or Celia, Bren mouthing off to Aric, Bren riling up Aric’s new fiance or the always entertaining disapproving neighbor, Mrs. Mancuso.
Received an ARC courtesy of the author in exchange for an honest review.
I jumped out and ambled toward the blue Colonial. Mrs. Mancuso, the girls’ elderly neighbor, was sweeping her front steps by the light of her lawn jockey’s lantern, a freak-ass little statue with bright red pants and a lazy eye. Despite the late hour she brushed her little broom back and forth with quick precise motions, even though any sap could have eaten off of the wooden steps as they were. She was probably bored, and lonely. The Wird sisters seemed to be her only form of entertainment.
She buttoned the top of her coat to protect her frail body against the cold. As a were, I’d keep the majority of my strength and reflexes till my dying day. Little old humans like her didn’t have that luxury. I grinned with my new set of chompers and winked her way. “Hey, sex-uh lady.”
Mrs. Mancuso smiled and tucked her neck skin into her brown wool scarf. “Oh, Brendan, you’re such a good boy to flirt with an old lady.” She furrowed her penciled in brows and glanced over at Celia’s former home sweet home. “Too good a boy in fact to be hanging out with those Wird girls.”
I nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry, Mrs. M, I’m trying to help them see the light. I plan to spend the next few hours reading to them from the Bible. They’ll come around, just leave it to me.”
The front door of the Wird house crashed open. There stood Celia—five-foot-three inches of long lethal muscles in skinny jeans and a tight white long sleeved T-shirt. The breeze picked up, sweeping her long mane of brown curls around her face. She pushed her hair out of the way, exposing her narrowing green eyes. Her supersized hearing had obviously picked up my chat with their not-so-favorite neighbor.
I waved. “Hey, Ceel. What’s wrong? Still mad I made you cancel your porn subscription?”
It was really hard not to laugh at her reaction. Celia subscribing to porn was like me joining a Justin Bieber fan club—so not happening. Her eyes shot open only to narrow further at Mrs. Mancuso’s stiff, reprimanding middle finger.
Celia stormed to the edge of her front porch, and while a wide driveway separated both houses, I still caught her golden skin reddening beneath the whitening glare of her porch light. “Mrs. Mancuso, I do not have a porn—”
“Harlot!” Mrs. Mancuso shot back. She lifted her broom defensively, daring Celia to cross the driveway and step foot on her property. Celia pinched the bridge of her nose. In a Mancuso/Celia Wird smack-down, Mrs. M won every time. Not that Celia couldn’t crush her like a fistful of berries, but because Ceel didn’t pick on those weaker than her, no matter how much they annoyed her.
I placed my hand on Mrs M’s shoulder. “It’s okay, honey-bunches. I won’t stop until the sin is washed from her wanton soul.”
“Bren, that’s enough out of you.”
Mrs. M patted my arm, ignoring Celia. “You’re a good boy, Branden,” she said once more.
She flipped Celia off again before shuffling into her house.
A Cursed Moon includes a preview of the upcoming Weird Girls novel Cursed by Destiny!
Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is a full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest. A member of Romance Writers of America, she attributes her passion for storytelling to the rough New Jersey neighborhood she was raised in. As a child, she was rarely allowed to leave the safety of her house and passed her time fantasizing about flying, fairies, and things that go bump in the night. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, she began writing in May 2009. Her Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series is published with Penguin Random House’s Signet Eclipse and released to stellar praise from multiple reviewers including: Publisher’s Weekly, USA Today, and Romantic Times. THE WEIRD GIRLS: A Novella, SEALED WITH A CURSE, and A CURSED EMBRACE are now available. A CURSED MOON: A Novella, releases December 3, 2013, followed by CURSED BY DESTINY, January 7, 2014.
ORDER A COPY: The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo (Love at Stake)
Publisher: Avon Books
Publishing Date: August 27, 2013
Paperback: 384 pages
Rating: 5 stars
Dougal Kincaid has something to prove. After being injured in a battle with the Malcontents, he’s ready for active duty protecting unsuspecting mortals from these villainous vampires who want to rule the world. But first he has to get control of himself . . . because just the sight of a certain lovely doctor has his injured hand doing some peculiar things, not to mention the sizzling sensation that burns along his dragon tattoo.
Vampires? Vampires?! As a scientist, Leah is having trouble believing that these immortal creatures exist. But there they are, standing in front of her, asking for help in solving a genetic puzzle that can save mankind. There’s even one in a sexy kilt! Just one look into Dougal’s gorgeous green eyes sets her pulse racing. But can she trust him—and the overwhelming desire that refuses to be ignored?
Dougal Kincaid had a rather rough life. He was kidnapped as a boy and was pressed into service on a ship. When his ship was overtaken by pirates, he was sold into slavery. It was only through the love of the master’s daughter that she helped him escape his bondage, but Dougal couldn’t save her in return. Her death has haunted him for the last 300 years.
After being turned into a vampire in 1749, his life had improved. He had friends and he was always able to enjoy playing his beloved bagpipes. But his life once again took a dismal turn when he lost his right hand during a battle with the malcontents. Now all anyone wants to talk to him about is his missing hand.
Dougal had to learn to sword fight left handed and then after he received a prosthetic hand, he learned to again fight right handed. Being ambidextrous makes him value to MacKay S&I, but Dougal wants more from his life than the next bloody battle.
Dougal lost more than just his hand that day. He lost his ability to play his bagpipes. His music was part of his soul, and without it he has felt lost.
When Roman brings in geneticist, Leah Chin to help deal with Master Han’s superhuman slaves, Douglas is captivated by her from the moment she walks into Romatech. Something about her reminds him of the woman he lost 300 years ago, and he is not about to let anything happen to her again.
But Leah isn’t too sure that she can deal with a relationship with a vampire, although Dougal’s quiet manner and green eyes haunts her dreams.
More than anything Dougal wants to be able to woo Leah with his music and show her that there is more to the man than just the vampire she sees.
i really love this series and now it is Dougal’s turn. Dougal is a very deep and complex character. I really liked the way his story unfolded. He is quiet and awkward, even with his fellow vampires, and that has only increased since he lost his hand.
Leah is a genius and completed her doctorate at age 21. Starting college at 14 after being homeschooled, left Leah socially awkward and not used to having any friends. She is used to people showing a friendly face, only so they can use her knowledge.
They understand each other and this quickly forms a bond between the two of them.
I was a little disappointed in Howard’s story, although I can’t explain exactly what bothered me about it, maybe it was the fairytale aspect, but I enjoyed Dougal’s story. Usually I don’t like the reincarnated storyline, but in this story it was presented more that Leah reminded him of the woman he lost and what is what caught his initial attention. He declares often that Leah is quite different from Li Lei and he wants Leah.
There was also the continuing storyline where we are trying to defeat Master Han who is being helped by the demon Darafar.
Received an ARC from abovethetreeline.com courtesy of the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
A wailing sound echoed in the distance, and she turned her head toward it. It sounded familiar somehow, like a distant memory. A chill skittered down her back, and she pulled on her thick cardigan sweater.
She crossed the basketball court, headed for the gazebo. The sound grew louder, more confident. More beautiful. She halted with a gasp. It was pipe music. Just like Grandpa had played that magical summer. She’d thought the pipes were the most beautiful sound in the world.
She closed her eyes to listen, and the plaintive melody enveloped her, seeped into her skin, and settled in her heart. So much emotion. She didn’t know how the pipes could sound like they were crying, but they did.
Tears filled her eyes as flashes of memory returned from fourteen years ago. The green fields of Ireland. Her grandfather’s lilting voice and warm hug. She’d never had to earn his hugs with straight As. He had loved her for simply being herself. He would have loved this music.
Was it Dougal? It had to be him. How could she resist such a man? His handsome face touched her heart, and his music lured her soul. As she followed the sound of the pipes, her skin pebbled with goosebumps. Was she following her destiny?
Leah, I’ve waited so long for you.
His voice whispered in her mind. He was still thinking about her, still wanting her. She passed the gazebo and headed for the woods. A white shirt came into view.
It was him. She didn’t want to disturb his playing, so she remained halfway hidden behind a tree. He was seated on a bench, his head bowed and forehead furrowed as he concentrated on his hands. His left hand moved easily and gracefully, but the fingers on his prosthetic hand were jerky and slow.
Leah’s heart ached for him. How it must hurt him to struggle with his music. He ended the plaintive melody and sighed.
“Enough of sadness,” he whispered. “I need joy in my life.” I need Leah.
Her breath caught. Should she tell him she was here? Did she dare? In a split second, she knew that if she approached him now, her life would be forever changed. She would fall for a vampire, and he would never let her go.
Her feet froze, unable to move.
He launched into a happy jig, but after a few bars, his prosthetic hand couldn’t keep up. She grimaced as the music soured and declined into a jarring noise.
“Dammit!” He tossed the pipes onto the ground, and they let out a dying wail as leftover air fizzled from the bag. “Damn it to hell.” He strode toward the building, his kilt swishing about his knees.
She stood still, watching him go, then her gaze shifted back to the pipes where they rested on a bed of dead leaves. A breeze stirred up more leaves, and they settled on the bag. In another hour, they might be completely covered with dead leaves. Buried.
A surge of anger shot through her. How dare he give up! He played from his soul. Without music, how would his soul survive?
She wouldn’t let him quit. She strode toward the pipes and gathered them up in her arms. Her grip caused the remaining air in the bag to escape, and the pipes protested with a forlorn wail.
“What are ye doing?” he asked softly.
She whirled around. “I-I didn’t think these should be left outside.”
His brow furrowed with a deep scowl. “How long have ye been out here?”
“Long enough.” She lifted her chin. “You came back awfully fast.”
“I can move verra quickly.” His mouth thinned. “At least my feet can.”
“I know you were having trouble with the jig, but you shouldn’t let that stop you from playing. The slow music was absolutely—“
“Sad,” he interrupted her, his eyes flashing.
“I was going to say beautiful.”
“Nay. It was melancholy. And pathetic. Should I spend the rest of my miserably long life with only sad music to fill my soul?”
“Better to have a sad soul than an empty one.” She held the pipes out to him. “And you have to believe that it will get better. You can’t give up on yourself.”
ORDER A COPY: Under a Spell (Underworld Detection Agency)
Publisher: Kensington Books
Publishing Date: August 6, 2013
Paperback: 416 pages
Rating: 4 stars
Sophie Lawson was seriously hoping life at the UDA would get back to relative normal now that her boss Pete Sampson has been reinstated. Unfortunately, her new assignment is sending her undercover into a realm where even the most powerful paranormals fear to tread…her old high school. Being a human immune to magic is no defense against soulless picture-perfect mean girls—or a secret witch coven about to sacrifice a missing female student. And Sophie’s Guardian, uber-proper Englishman Will, is determined to convince Sophie he’s the kind of temptation she should indulge in permanently. Now, as the clock ticks down to apocalypse, he and Sophie will have to summon every trick in the book to battle devilish illusion, lethal sorcery—and betrayals they’ll never see coming…
Sophie Lawson has to face her biggest fear since arriving at the Underworld Detection Agency and it’s not zombies or vampires or even a fallen angel looking for the Vessel of Souls, it’s—returning to high school and once again facing the dreaded cool girls. High school was a nightmare for an awkward and shy Sophie with no sense of style and crazy, no-tame red hair. She would rather face a rabid werewolf then the homecoming queen, but her boss, Pete Sampson, isn’t giving Sophie a chance to say no.
Another girl has gone missing at Sophie’s old high school and while the police have no concrete leads, the UDA believes that a coven of witches is working out of the school and they are trying to bring something forth with human sacrifices. As the only “breather” at the UDA as well as someone who is immune to magic, it is up to Sophie to go undercover as the new substitute teacher.
As if returning to high school and facing some childhood demons isn’t enough to throw Sophie into a tailspin, Sophie’s friend and personal fantasy, fallen angel Det. Alex Grace is leading the police investigation, but he wants no help from Sophie. In fact, Alex has decided to “distance himself” from Sophie and it’s breaking her heart.
As Alex once again leaves Sophie spinning, right into the arms of the waiting Will Sherman, will he eventually regret letting her go. Sophie has to pick up her broken heart for now because she only has a week to find the missing girl. On the night of the seventh day, the moon will be perfect for a sacrifice. Sophie needs to be the hero and stop the Coven from killing the girl and opening a door, but to where?
I love the Underworld Detection Agency. Poor Sophie can never get a break, but she is always surrounded by friends who let her know just how much her life sucks.
Although it wasn’t bad, this was not my favorite story of the series. Some of the plot was a little predictable. There certainly wasn’t enough Alex in the story, who was acting bizarre since the end of the last story. In the last story, Alex and Will are just short of peeing on Sophie to mark their territory and both (especially Alex) are notably laid back in this story.
There seemed to be a hint at the very end that the next story might involve Sophie’s father. We’ll just have to wait and see.
As always, Nina has a new project and this time she wants to be the director of a promotional video for the UDA. See the link below for the video she produced.
Received an ARC from netgalley.com courtesy of the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
“We need to go back in the building.”
Will looked at me, eyebrows disappearing into his sandy hair. “Back into the high school? Why? We’ve checked it over twice.”
I sucked in a slow, deep breath. “I don’t think I was ready to see anything.”
Will’s brow furrowed and he pressed his lips together.
I rushed on. “I didn’t want to see anything there except for what I knew–in my head, in my–what is it? Repressed memories.”
Will reached across the center console and took my hand tenderly in his. He cocked his head slightly and blinked the honey-amber of his eyes warm and inviting. “You’ve never repressed a thing in your life, love.”
I snatched my hand back and grabbed the door. “Are you coming or not?”
We stood in front of the glass double doors and stared, somehow both waiting for the ultimate evil to come barreling toward us or for a commercial break. The school remained silent, the double doors cloudy and revealing nothing, and there was no pause to regroup or offer some sort of cheery distraction. My heart was thundering in my ears and Will had been uncharacteristically silent the whole walk from parking lot to school entrance. A wind kicked up and a handful of skeletal leaves and garbage brushed past us.
“Ready?” I asked, my fingers closing around the administration key Principal Lowe had offered me.
Will shrugged and attempted to look nonchalant, but his eyes never left the keyhole. “I guess.”
I unlocked the door and stepped aside, waiting for Will to push it open.
“What?” he asked.
I gestured. “You always open doors for ladies.”
He cocked a brow. “I didn’t know gender roles held firm even in the face of unspeakable danger.”
I steeled my body and tried to sum up confidence I didn’t feel. “What are you so worried about? You said yourself we’ve checked the place twice already and found nothing.”
Will pushed open the door for me and I hesitated before stepping through. “Yes, but that was before your whole ‘I see dead people…if I care to look’ routine.”
I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I don’t see dead peple. I mean, I’ve seen dead people.” I shuddered. “I’ve probably seen more dead people inthe last two years than most people will see in their whole lives.”
Will glanced at me before slapping a flashlight into my hand. “You’re not the best at putting people at their ease, you know?”
I flicked on the flashlight and shined the yellow bulb toward Will’s face. “Hey, you’re the Guardian.”
He slung an arm over my shoulder. “And if there’s a team of fallen angels lurking around this place, then you’re in luck.”
Will flashed his light down the blackened hallway. “Otherwise? You’re on your own.”
“What a relief,” I groaned.
“They don’t pay me enough.”
I rolled up on my tiptoes and glanced through the windows into darkened classrooms that looked as benign as they had during the day–desks in neat lines, unoccupied by witches, hobgoblins, or any other manner of creepy-crawly; stacked textbooks; glossy posters reminding girls to stay off drugs.
“I ask again,” Will said as we approached the last room. “What exactly are we looking for?”
“I don’t know, exactly. Just keep an eye out for anything that seems…off.”
Will swung his light toward me, and I was enveloped in a bright yellow glow. I rolled my eyes.
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Publishing Date: August 8, 2013
Paperback: 280 pages
Rating: 5 stars
A supernatural love triangle + one indecent proposal Beatrice Alexander can crush a sixty-foot snake with her mind, but she can’t take any more of the drama that’s tearing apart F.R.E.A.K.S. Should she give it all up — her job as a secret agent and the possibility of a relationship with Will, the gorgeous werewolf? Bea’s hoping to get it all figured out on a trip home for Christmas. But soon her hunky ex-boyfriend wants to rekindle their romance. Then, a powerful (and super hot) vampire lord offers Bea an impossible ultimatum: leave San Diego and her family forever — or become his lover.
Beatrice Alexander thought life was hard being a schoolteacher, especially one with a deep dark secret. Beatrice is psychokinetic. At least back then she thought kids hopped up on sugar was the worse thing she had to face. That is until she was recruited by the FBI for the F.R.E.A.K.S. division (Federal Response to Extra-Sensory and Kindred Supernaturals). Now her days involve zombies, witches, vampires and werewolves.
As if the dangerous supernaturals they fight against aren’t enough to keep a girl busy, Beatrice also has her hands full with men in her life. Her vampire best friend, Oliver Montrose is gorgeous and flirty and has made more enemies than friends in his 500 undead years. Some of whom are working with Oliver and Bea at the FBI, including their boss, Special Agent William Price. The sexy werewolf stars in most of Beatrice’s fantasies, but her friendship with Oliver is causing Will to give Bea the cold-shoulder treatment, and she’s had enough! Enough of being surrounded by people who don’t support her ideas, of all the overprotective, alpha-male, testosterone-filled idiots who try and keep her in the background where it’s “safe”, and she has definitely had enough of being forced to choose between Oliver and Will.
Beatrice is going home to San Diego for the Christmas holiday…maybe forever. It is something she will have to think about while she is away. Running for her life on an almost daily basis has become a great exercise plan, but add to that the fact that she’s been chased by almost every deadly supernatural alive and undead to the tension around the office, most of which surrounds her, and Beatrice is starting to think about returning home to her family and to being a boring school teacher. And just when she starts thinking about boring…oh, here comes her old boyfriend, Officer Steven Weir. He is hoping Bea wants to rekindle their relationship. Oh, good God, no! Not only is he is definitely no Will, or even an Oliver, he was the epitome of boring which is the main reason she broke up with him the first place.
Although Beatrice came home to get away from the men in her life and the danger from her job, it appears men and trouble will seek her out. She’s been threatened–I mean, invited by the local Vampire Lord Connor McInnis to come to see him. He’s heard about Beatrice’s gift and her exploits with the F.R.E.A.K.S. and he will make an offer she can’t refuse–especially since he has vampire law on his side–she must leave San Diego and never see her family again or leave the F.R.E.A.K.S. become his consort for life.
Now Beatrice will have to suck it up and ask for help of the two men she left behind. Damn! Maybe there still time for her to enter the convent after all.
I adored this story and these characters. This just such a fun story. I picked it up Sunday morning and didn’t go to sleep until it was finished. Then I picked up copies of books #1 and #2 in the series. Yeah, yeah, I know, “When the hell are you going to read them. We’ve seen your TBR list.” Hey–back off. I’ll get to them…soon…eventually…just shut up.
Beatrice was delightful, Will was sexy and overprotective and Oliver was such a flirt. Even vampire Connor was sexy and funny. I hope we’ll be seeing more of him in future novels.
I will definitely find the time to read the first two books (Stop it! I will!) and I will be watching out to see where she is taking us in book #4. (Cross your fingers for some naked, sexy time with Will.)
Received an ARC from netgalley.com, courtesy of the publisher. Thank you!
Another book that was hard to choose a favorite scene.
“Pat her down.”
Great. Getting felt up twice in two days. A new record. Rolling my eyes and sighing, I lift up my arms and spread my legs. As Pippin pats me down, and Cockney rifles through my bag, the yummy bartender watches with a smirk and raised eyebrow. The others could care less.
“Nothing,” Pippin says.
“Not here either,” Cockney says.
“Why would I bring weapons to a friendly sit-down?” I get my purse back. “Besides, I’m on holiday. I don’t usually pack my Uzi. So if you could get your boss, please? I’m missing It’s a Wonderful Life.“
The bartender full on smiles, his blue eyes crinkling. I am a sucker for crinkly eyes. Footsteps above draw my attention away from the eye candy. A red headed man with short hair, goatee, charcoal gray slacks, white dress shirt, and gray vest steps into view.
“Matilda, can you bring me up last night’s receipts?” he asks with a clipped British accent.
That must be him. He merely glances at me as the female bartender stops chopping.
“They should be in the safe,” Yummy says with an Irish accent. I almost melt inside. Irish accents are my Kryptonite. I’ve watched all of Colin Farrell’s movies and interviews a dozen times just to hear him talk. Liam Neeson’s too. And I wore out my copy of Once. I really hope I don’t have to kill him now.
“Everything fine down here?” Connor asks the Irishman.
“Yes,” he says with that voice. I really must be hard up if my G-spot is tingling now. I’ll be rubbing up against trees in the middle of gunfights pretty soon. “We shall be up in a minute.”
Matilda the bartender locates the receipts and walks upstairs behind the departing Connor. He doesn’t look like much. The three bodyguards will be hardest, especially the vamp one.
“Care to sit?” Irish suggests, motioning to the bar. I glance around the room, but nobody seems to care about me except my escorts, so I sit. As I get closer, I notice I was wrong about his eyes. They’re violet like Liz Taylor’s. I’ve never actually met anyone with real violet eyes. He smiles again reassuringly. “May I pour you a drink?”
“No, thank you. I’m fine.”
He tsks. “You obviously have no Irish in you.”
Is he flirting with me? “Why is that?”
“We Irish will accept a drink even from our worst enemies.”
“Are you guys my worst enemies?”
He puts both hands on the bar and leans in toward me. “If we are, Special Agent Alexander, then you must not be doing your job well.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. Flirtatiously. And yes, a sliver of lust rushes through me.
I mask it by looking away. “Are you trying to capture my mind, Danny Boy?”
“I would never presume to do that, Special Agent. Why mar perfection?”
I swear this guy and Oliver must have studied under the same seduction teacher, Mr. Casanova de Cheesy. “Rein it in, Danny Boy,” I warn. “I’m here to meet your boss, not participate in Flirting 101.” Heck yeah! Go, tough Bea!
The vamp frowns. “I apologize if I offended. It is not every day I can enjoy a conversation with a woman of your caliber and beauty, and I mean that with sincerity. I simply could not help myself.”
Okay, maybe I could stand to hear a little more, but I don’t let him know that. “It’s okay, I’m used to it. I live with a vamp. I know if your mouth is moving, you’re flirting.”
He cocks one of those violet eyes. “You live with a vampire? Who is this fortunate man?”
“Special Agent Oliver Montrose. My partner.” Not technically true partners but close enough.
“And you live together?”
“Not like that.” I say. “We live in the same house. Separate bedrooms, though.”
“But it is true you walked unarmed into a room of twelve vampires to save him from true death?”
“I wasn’t unarmed, and it wasn’t twelve. More like eight.”
“But you were almost directly responsible for the death of the Lord of Dallas.”
“I didn’t kill him,” I say quickly.
“You may as well have wielded the sword yourself,” Irish says. “And is it true you dispatched, in a single twenty-four hour period, fifteen vampires including two of whom were over three hundred years old?”
My spidey sense is tingling. “You know, for a lowly bartender, you seem to know a lot about me.”
“It is my job to know these things, Agent Alexander.”
Ugh. I’m an idiot. I fell for a classic bad guy move that anyone who’s watched a Bond flick should have seen a mile away. Now I’m really glad I kept the drooling to a minimum. I lean back in my chair with a crooked smile. “Lord Connor I presume.” He bows his head and all the other vamps in the room chuckle at my stupidity. There goes my credibility. I am so going to die. “Nice one.”
“I am afraid you caught me on my night off,” Connor says, “Otherwise I would have greeted you in proper attire.”
“What? A tuxedo and cape?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of body armor and shotgun.”
“You’re cuter this way,” I say with a sly smile. “Shotguns don’t really do it for me.”
“And what does, pray tell?”
I lean in a little. “Irish accents and crinkly eyes.”
He grins back. “In that case, we should continue our conversation upstairs? With a bit more privacy?”
I lean in more so we’re close enough to kiss while meeting his eyes. “Thought you’d never ask, your Lordship.” And the Golden Globe for acting cool while really wanting to run screaming from the building goes to…the corpse of Bea Alexander.
ORDER A COPY: Werewolf in Alaska: A Wild About You Novel
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: July 2, 2013
Paperback: 352 pages
Rating: 4 stars
In Polecat, Alaska, Rachel Miller and Jake Hunter have a mutual admiration for each other—from across a lake. There’s nothing Rachel likes more than spying on the very fit wilderness guide when he skinny-dips each night. And Jake has always been curious about his reclusive artist neighbor. He even bought Rachel’s first wood carving: a wolf who looks suspiciously like him…
Jake is a werewolf, but not just any werewolf. He’s the founder of WARM (Werewolves Against Random Mating). And that means a human like Rachel is off-limits, no matter how attractive he finds her.
But when Rachel is threatened by a bear, and Jake shifts to save her, their lives collide with an intense passion, one that could change everything they’ve ever felt about themselves—and each other.
We first meet the gorgeous werewolf, Jake Hunter, in Werewolf in Denver. Jake was supporting Kate Stillman’s movement to keep werewolves mating with werewolves. Jake was disappointed when Kate fell in love with and mated with werewolf Duncan MacDowell, her opponent in that movement who wanted open werewolf/human dating. Jake believed that Kate no longer held a steadfast belief in the cause so Jake returned to his home in Alaska to begin his own movement, Werewolves Against Random Mating (WARM).
Jake has been very successful in promoting his movement throughout the Were community. The only thing that stands in Jake’s way is his absolute fixation on the human artist across the lake. Jake purchased Rachel’s first wood carving, a wolf that looks too much like his father to be a coincidence. Rachel is now an international success but she still resides in her tiny cabin in Polecat, Alaska, where she can enjoy her peace in the surrounding woods.
Just because Jake has made it a habit to run each night around the lake so he can check on Rachel and get a sniff of her scent while she is working in her wood shop, doesn’t mean he believes any less in the WARM cause. But his life certainly would be better if only Rachel had been born a werewolf. Then he could indulge in all the fantasies that keep him up some nights.
When Rachel walks out of her shop right between a bear cub and his mama, Jake runs over to protect her and is injured fighting off the bear. Rachel is determined to nurse her hero wolf back to health and now Jake finds himself locked in Rachel’s bedroom, just not in the form he hoped to be in when he finally made it into her bed.
If Jake shifts to his human form, he can quicken his healing, but he risks letting Rachel find out about Weres. If he stays as a wolf, Rachel will be none the wiser but he risks infection and scarring. Jake has to make a decision soon, but if Rachel knows about Weres will Jake be able to hold fast to his belief that Weres and humans cannot be together.
I have enjoyed the two books that I have read so far in this series. Very lighthearted stories which mix in the paranormal.
Jake was a great character from the prior book so we were already familiar with him when we started the book. Rachel has a few ditsy moments like when she gets it into her head that Her Wolf belongs to Jake and that Jake isn’t taking good care of him and she has to break into Jake’s cabin to get the wolf back. Even if the wolf was his (instead of being him) there was nothing to make her believe that the wolf was being abused. Rachel jumps to conclusions based on her imagination alone which makes it hard to determine how she’ll react to anything.
All-in-all, this was a cute, uncomplicated story with enjoyable characters.
Received an ARC from netgalley.com, courtesy of the publisher. Thank you.
“I should really shave off some of this fur,” she murmured, partly to him but mostly to herself.
He raised his head and glared at her. No way was he submitting to that.
“You keep acting as if you understand every word I’m saying,” She met his glare with a soft smile. “You don’t of course, but it’s uncanny how you seem to.”
He’d have to watch his reaction so she wouldn’t edge any closer to the truth. But he wouldn’t let her take a razor to his coat, and that was final. One shift to human form and another back to wolf form, and he’d be on the road to recovery. If she started hacking up his coat while he was in wolf form, it wouldn’t grow out for weeks.
“I’m sure you don’t want me to shave you, but it would make dressing your wounds about five hundred percent easier. I’m going to try it and see what happens.”
The hell she was. After she walked away, he staggered to his feet and headed unsteadily toward the bedroom door. He’d leap through the glass window if he had to. His fur had never been shaved, and he wasn’t about to let her do it now.
“Hey.” She blocked his path, scissors in one hand and a girlie-looking pink razor in the other. “Where do you think you’re going?”
With one glance at the razor, he shouldered his way past her. Bad enough that she planned to shave him, but with a pink razor? Hell, no. Adrenaline gave him strength, and he nearly knocked her down. As he’d suspected, both the front door and the back one leading out to the deck were closed tight.
So were the windows. The bear had scared her into battening down the hatches. He didn’t blame her, and he’d hate to repay her kindness by breaking through her window.
Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he could work up enough momentum to do that. The windows on the lake side of the cabin looked fairly new, which could mean they were double paned. Besides, if he succeeded in breaking through, he’d leave her vulnerable if the bear returned.
He’d told the mother grizzly to keep away, but her cub was young and unruly. He could scamper back. Curiosity might cause him to climb through a shattered window, and his mother would be obliged to follow. Jake cursed a bad situation that left him no good options.
“What’s gotten into you?” Rachel approached him, still holding the scissors and pink razor. “You seemed so docile until I mentioned shaving your fur.” She frowned. “Surely that isn’t the reason?”
Growling, he backed away from her.
“I can’t believe it’s that.” She tucked both hands behind her back. “You can’t possibly know what I plan to do with these.”
Yes, I do, toots. He growled again, louder this time. He would never hurt her, but if she thought she could trick him into getting shaved, she had another think coming. He’d find a way to escape that fate, one way or another.
ORDER A COPY: Werewolf in Denver: A Wild About You Novel
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: October 2, 2012
Paperback: 336 pages
Rating: 4 stars
When Denver-based Were blogger and founder of Honoring of Werewolf Legacy (HOWL) Kate Stillman agrees to take on political “bad boy” Duncan MacDowell in a public debate about werewolf segregation, she’s confident she’ll sail through the challenge without letting down her guard.
And what can go wrong while hanging out with the sexy Scottish founder of Werewolves Optimizing Our Future (WOOF) long enough to convince him his views on interspecies mating are mistaken? Plenty, when Kate discovers that she’s actually wildly attracted to her opponent—who by all accounts prefers dating human women!
But what hope can there be when this irresistible werewolf-with-a-cause believes their future depends on Kate losing the argument?
Kate Stillwell is expected to become the next alpha once her grandmother retires so it is no surprise that Kate is passionate about the werewolf legacy and were/were mating. She not only wrote a book supporting her position, she also has a werewolf dating website to help weres makes that special connection. Kate uses the were only social media Sniffer, to post her opinions and updates in the were community.
Kate also has an opponent in Scottsman Duncan McDowell. Duncan is a big supporter in were/human matings and he is a firm believer that weres need to start working with humans openly and he believes that humans can be trusted with the knowledge that weres exist among them. Duncan has also written his own book supporting his were/human relations as well as his own website and Sniffer posts.
After of year of battling in the were social media, Kate and Duncan will meet face to face at the first were conference, being held in her family’s lodge in Denver, CO.
At her grandmother’s insistence that Kate and Duncan have to behave civilly at this first were conference, she asks Kate to personally picks up Duncan from the airport and bring him to the lodge. All is going well until the snow storm they are driving through starts to become a blizzard and they end up crashing into a snow bank. Kate and Duncan are forced to seek shelter for the night at a cabin in the woods not far from where they crashed.
All alone in the cabin, the sparks of adversarial passions begin to burn into embers of true attraction between Kate and Duncan and by mutual agreement they decide that “what happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin” and they indulge in those mutual feelings of passion. As the morning sun rises, will they return to adversaries or will those passionate feelings take a new route? But as they return to reality and the conference begin, how will their opposing groups feel about their leaders new stance on sex and the single were?
I definitely like this series and these characters. It is a very lighthearted paranormal series. There was nothing too dark or too complicated about the storyline.
This was two individuals, opponents in a debate, who had mutual respect for the other which was supported by a real attraction who in the end still support each other in their separate beliefs. Although there biggest concern was how their supporters would react if they found out about the growing relationship between Kate and Duncan, I thought Kate should be least effected by this since starting a relationship with Duncan would be a win for her side as a were/were mating.
Sometimes the finding the right person storyline is just as enjoyable as the complex plot with twist and turns. I enjoyed the story and I listened to this on audiobook and was quite impressed that the narrator kept up the Scottish brogue.
He looked up. Kate had flopped back onto the sofa and closed her eyes.
“This is insane. We should quit before we both end up with terminal carpel tunnel.”
The sight of her lying against sofa cushions with her arms flung out stirred him more than a little, but he didn’t trust her not to using exhaustion as a tactic.
“You’re just saying that because you want to quit while you’re ahead.”
She opened her eyes and there was a definite gleam there. “Am I ahead?”
“I think that’s an excellent guess considering that you’re trying to talk me into quitting.”
Mischief danced in those blue eyes. “Okay. I’m one ahead of you. I didn’t expect you to catch up so fast or to keep going this long. Aren’t you supposed to be jet lagged?”
“I am jet lagged which makes my performance in this contest all that much more impressive.”
“Sneak. You thought I would take pity on you because you are too tired to go on. Well, I’m posting one more Sniff to tie it up. If you really want to quit, then don’t post again because if you do, I will.”
“How much battery do you have left?”
“None of your bloody business.” But her question made him think her phone was about to die. He glanced at his and realized that his was also in bad shape. “What do you say, mi lady, will you allow me to tie the game so we can give up this crazy enterprise, drink some wine and enjoy the fire?”
She pursed her lips. “Depends on what you plan to say.”
How he wanted to toss the phone aside and go over there and kiss that saucy mouth of hers. “Tell you what. I’ll show it to you before I send it, how’s that?”
He composed what he hoped was his final Sniff of the night because he would dearly love to stop doing this and move onto other things, like kissing her until neither of them could think straight.
KATE STILLMAN IS MISGUIDED, BUT SHE’S A WORTHY OPPONENT. #TIREDOFTYPING.
“Let me see it.” She held out her hand. Walking over he settled his phone in her outstretched palm and allowed his hand to brush hers. He felt that slight contact right down to his bare toes. He took note that her toes had curled a little too, and he hoped that was all his fault.
She read the post. “How about taking out the ‘misguided’ part and saying I’m a worthy opponent. Would you do that?”
He noticed how sexy she looked sprawled on the sofa, considered the two glasses of wine on the coffee table and made his decision. “Go ahead, fix it.”
“You trust me to do that for you?”
He shrugged. “If you sabotage that post, then I suppose I’ll just have to send another one labeling you a dirty player.”
“Yeah, you would too.”
“Damn right, I would.”
Her fingers moved over the keys. “Okay, it’s sent, and you have almost no battery left.” She held out the phone. He took it, once again making sure that he touched her soft skin in the process.
When he checked the post that came through, it merely said she was a worthy opponent. She hadn’t tricked him. He glanced up. “I’m going to shut this down. I think there’s enough battery left to make a quick phone call if we need to. How about you?”
She smiled at him. “Mine’s totally dead.”
She tricked him after all. “So I could have won. You would have literally powerless to stop me if I decided to break the tie.”
She sat up and reached for her wine. “I don’t ever consider myself powerless.” She gazed at him over the rim of her glass as she sipped from it. His groin tightened.
“I don’t suppose that you do. Remind me never to underestimate your power.” He busied himself with the fire and decided against adding another log. If the rest of the evening went as he hoped, he wanted this particular fire to die down while a different sort was created under the mirrored canopy.
When at last he joined her on the sofa, he left a civilized distance between them. Cozying up to her right away would lack finesse. He hadn’t used much of that when he kissed her earlier so he intended his present approach to be more subtle. Her surrender would be more complete if she came to him. He wasn’t sure whether she would. For the first time in his life, he lusted after a female who was as smart—well, probably smarter than he was.
He picked up his wine glass. “Do you suppose we can come up with a toast we agree on or should be just drink the damn wine and forget about toasting anything?”
“Oh, I think we need a toast.” She lifted her glass. “To worthy opponents.”
“You consider me a worthy opponent as well?” That pleased him.
She looked into his eyes, “I do. I confess I enjoy matching wits with you.”
“Glad to hear it, because I enjoy matching wits with you. To worthy opponents.” He touched his glass to hers and drank.
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publishing Date: July 2, 2013
Hardcover: 368 pages
Rating: 4 stars
Uilleam MacRieve believed he’d laid to rest the ghosts of his boyhood. But when a brutal torture revives those ancient agonies and destroys his Lykae instinct, the proud Scot craves the oblivion of death. Until he finds her—a young human so full of spirit and courage that she pulls him back from the brink.
Seized for the auction block, Chloe Todd is forced to enter a terrifying new world of monsters and lore as a bound slave. When offered up to creatures of the dark, she fears she won’t last the night. Until she’s claimed by him—a tormented immortal with heartbreaking eyes, whose touch sets her blood on fire.
With enemies circling, MacRieve spirits Chloe away to the isolated Highland keep of his youth. But once he takes her to his bed, his sensual mate becomes something more than human, evoking his savage past and testing his sanity. On the cusp of the full moon, can he conquer his worst nightmare to save Chloe . . . from himself?
Uilleam MacRieve, one of the hot and hotter lykae twins, has been living with the pain of guilt for the last 900 years. As a boy he was seduced by a succubus and because of what he feels was an act of weakness, he lost his father, his mother and the little sister she carried. His torture at the hands of the humans calling themselves The Order, and his attempted rape by a group of starving succubae have pushed Uilleam to the edge. He has bought his ticket to Hungary where the forest hides the lair of the Frye Dragán, better known as “Where Immortals Go to Die.” His Instinct has gone silent and he feels he has no reason to go on. He is ready to give up, at least until his brother Munro shows up with news that Uilleam has been waiting for…an opportunity for revenge against The Order.
The Commander’s daughter has been captured by the House of Witches and they will auction her off to the highest bidder. Uilleam is determined to purchase her in order to lure the Commander into a trap. It seems that every Lore creature is in attendance, all wanting revenge against The Order, and it is there that he smells Her…his mate. He is frantic to find her before the bidding ends and all the Lore creatures scatter. He becomes even more frantic once he realizes that his mate is the frail human being bid upon…a bid he is losing, and he can’t lose Her. If he can’t win her, he’ll just take her.
She is injured during his rescue and he takes her to the voodoo queen, Loa, to be healed. Loa sees that Uilleam is already enamored by his little mate and asks if there is one thing he would want to change and he responds for her to be immortal.
What Uilleam doesn’t know yet is that Chloe was already changing. She has started her change to immortality due to her Lorean mother. While Uilleam is trying to win her affection, and doing a damn good job of it, he sparks her final transformation and she becomes the one thing that Uilleam despises more than anything else, a succubus.
In an instant, Uilleam’s last chance for happiness has become his ultimate nightmare. He is bound by his now wide-wake Instinct to keep and protect Chloe but the thought of sharing a bed again with a succubus is making him physically ill. As the full moon approaches, the night that a mated lykae mates in a mindless frenzy, he has decide whether to keep his mate or destroy the succubus before she can steal his very soul.
This was another mesmerizing story by Kresley Cole. I will say that I was thoroughly enjoying the story, as well as the new character of Chloe Todd. Chloe is a spitfire who knows exactly what she wants and won’t be held back from whatever she wants and she is enjoying Uilleam’s attempt to win her. She has never paid much attention to men, but Uilleam’s attention and focus is winning her over. She is falling hard for him when her change is triggered and that is where the story goes to hell.
Although Uilleam’s fear/disgust of succubus is understandable, his treatment of Chloe is reprehensible. As I discussed with a friend, he made Lothaire look like a great guy. Even with his brother’s encouragement to give Chloe a chance, that she appears to be nothing like the succubus that Uilleam knew and there was no indication she would change, Uilleam treats her like a pariah, yelling at her and disparaging her while he is having sex with her, since it is her nature that is forcing him to do it. Going so far as to be physically ill after being with her because it is so disgusting to him.
This type of storyline is starting to become her m.o. and although it can make for some interesting stories and definitely adds some contention between the hero and heroine, the level of violence and disgust being fostered between them is increasing with each new story. In A Hunger Like No Other, Lachlain’s mate turns out to be Emma, a half vampire/half valkyrie. Although Lachlain is angry that his mate is a vampire after 200 years of being tortured by vampires, he doesn’t want to hurt her and even contemplates letting her go because he is not sure he can get past that fact, but he tries not to hurt her physically or mentally. When we move forward to Demon from the Dark, again all is going well between Malkom and Carrow (see bath scene – WOW!) until Malkom finds out that Carrow has betrayed him to The Order, and even when he find out why she did it and accepts it, he still holds it against her, treating her with disdain, but it doesn’t reach the level that Kresley is showing in MacRieve by making it physically revolting for Uilleam to touch her.
I hope that this trend does not become the focus of each and every future book in the series. Kresley writes very interesting stories with intriguing characters and I am looking forward to several anticipated stories, and although her hero and heroine are always at odds, hopefully she changes her current style of the increasing scorn being shown by the males.
I am desperately looking forward to the story of Lanthe and Thronos but sadly, with the known backstory of Lanthe being responsible for Thronos’s father’s death as well as Thronos’s deformity, I am already anticipating another story of hate-filled sex.
It is certainly a well written and intriguing story until we got to the succubus transformation. I hated seeing the vibrant Chloe being treated so badly by Uilleam. I know there isn’t an IAD follower who won’t be picking up a copy MacRieve, but if this was my first read of the series, I wouldn’t understand the draw to the fans.
Received an ARC from the publisher. Thank you.
“So when MacRieve called me a seed-feeder, was that…literal?”
Munro pulled at his collar, as uncomfortable with this as she clearly was. It was like explaining the birds and the bees—to his brother’s mate. “Some say there’s a mystical energy with release, and your species can convert it to a life force.” Could this be any more awkward? “In that case, seed could be just an attractant of sorts, kind of the icing on the…” He trailed off. “Any metaphor I come up with at this point is just going to sound perverted.”
Her cheeks flushed even brighter red. “I get it.”
“Others say, well, that the physical, uh, result is what gets converted.” He coughed into this fist. “I do know it can be from intercourse or oral sex.” Will had once revealed that though Ruelle could feed both ways, she’d never deigned to perform oral sex and had no interest in it herself.
“How often do I have to do that? Months? Weeks?”
“Since you’re young, you’ll need it more often. I’d guess every day. Mayhap every other.”
Her face paled. “That much?” she cried. “What happens if I don’t?”
“For a cambion, I doona rightly know. But for a succubus, the longer she becomes mindless and animalistic with need.” Like the succubae who’d stalked Will, intent on raping him.
Gods, mayhaps this was too much to ask of him.
“Great. Anything else?”
“If you have intercourse with the same male more than three times, you can bind him to you, envenoming him—“
“Like venom out of fangs?” She was aghast.
“No, no, it’s a mystical bond. Once that tie is formed, he’ll sicken without you.” He recalled Will rocking in his bed, covered in sweat. “I understand that it’s like heroin withdrawal, but it never gets better.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Then why would anyone have sex with a succubus in the first place?”
“You’re bonny. And you can emit chemicals that make males crazed. It’s called strewing.”
“How do I emit them?”
“From what I understand, it comes from your verra breath. It’s scentless, so it’s impossible to detect until the result is felt. Even an unwilling male would find it difficult to resist, if no’ impossible. Mated males are thought to be immune.”
She stopped. “So my new feeding m.o. is to roofie men, then get them hooked on me like heroin, so they’ll keep coming back to the dealer? That’s just messed up.”
He couldn’t disagree. He remained silent, giving her time to work through all the angles.
“I’m going to be dependent on guys, really dependent on them, for the rest of my life?” She looked like she was about to be sick. More to herself she said, “I was making a great living. I had my future planned out.” Another group passed them, casting her hesitant looks. “What are you gawking at?” she snapped.
Munro told her, “News spreads fast around here, I’m afraid.”
“Well, they need to keep their eyes in their heads.”
Before, she’d appeared woeful. With each second that she grew accustomed to all these surprises, her expression grew more mutinous.
Succubae were known to be fawning. They coaxed and beguiled men wherever they went. Chloe looked like she was on the verge of head-butting unsuspecting bystanders.
Munro tilted his head, a flare of hope rising. This female acted like a wee bruiser. She’d made a living as a professional athlete, about the least likely career Munro could imagine for a succubus.
His own innate wariness toward her was fading. Just because she was a halfling succubus didn’t mean she’d be anything like Ruelle.
There was a spark in Chloe’s eyes, a toughness in her demeanor that was so radically different from Munro’s memories of that other creature, so different from any succubae he’d encountered over his long life.
Which meant Munro still believed her a fitting match for Will.
“What about pregnancy?” she asked.
“Full succubae have a few cycles of fertility in a year. I doona know what will happen with you. There’s a soothsayer we can contact to determine more, but it will likely take time.”
“I’m going to wake up, and this will all be a bad dream.” She rubbed her temples. “Is there any upside here?”
“You’re immortal now. You could live forever.”
“Live forever as an out-of-work, roofie-dispensing, drug-dealing skank? If that’s my upside…”
ORDER A COPY: A Cursed Embrace: A Weird Girls Novel
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: July 2, 2013
Paperback: 368 pages
Rating: 5 stars
Celia Wird and her three sisters are just like other twenty-something girls—with one tiny exception: They are the products of a curse that backfired and gave each of them unique powers that made them, well, a little weird…
After Celia Wird and her sisters help master vampire Misha save his family, their powers are exposed to the supernatural community of the Lake Tahoe region. But fame comes at a price, and being “weird” isn’t always welcome.
To make matters worse, Celia desires the love of Alpha werewolf Aric, but his pack is bent on destroying their relationship to preserve his pureblood status. And once weres start turning up dead—with evidence pointing to the vampires—she must face the prospect of losing Aric forever. But the chaos only masks a new threat. An evil known as the Tribe has risen—and their sights are set on Celia and her sisters.
In her second book of the Weird Girls series, Cecy Robson takes us on an action packed adventure involving nausea-inducing demons, and a rollercoaster ride of emotions as things between Celia and Aric heat up, yet vampire master, Misha, isn’t going to wait quietly in the wings to see if love blossoms.
Celia and her sisters are humans who were cursed at birth. Celia can shift into a tiger, always ready to protect her younger sisters. Taran harnesses the power of fire. Shayna can turn any metal into a blade and any wood into a weapon. Little sister, Emme, has the ability to heal her sisters, as well as move things with her mind.
As we begin book 2, Celia’s sisters, Shayna and Emme are settling into their new romances with their werewolf boyfriends, while Taran is frustrated with Gemini’s overprotective, but standoffish demeanor. Celia would even welcome a pat on the head from werewolf Alpha Aric, at least she would have a better understanding where she stands with him. As always, Celia knows that vampire Master Misha would welcome more than just a friendly relationship with Celia.
Little did Celia know that the day she had a wereraccoon’s dead body in her living room would be the most normal day for her in long, long time. Someone has unleashed evil into Tahoe and it’s focusing all its attention on the Wird sisters.
When couples start going missing, the weres start investigating only to find the partially eaten corpses of the men. Only they got off easy. What is happening to the women is the stuff out of nightmares. Someone has unleashed a demon from hell who is trying to spawn his own demon army—using the unwilling human women as hosts. Now, spawning with human women does the job, but he has his sights on the enchanted Wird sisters. They would bring an essence of magic to his spawn.
Demons are not known for waiting patiently for what they want. While Celia and her sisters are quite a force together, they are also protected by Aric and his werewolves and Misha and his vampires. But if you wait long enough and cause enough chaos, a clever demon might just get what he’s after.
Wow!! Fighting, sex, magic, werewolves, vampires, maggot-filled demons, cranky old neighbors…this book has it all, and makes damn good use of them all.
It was a little slow in the beginning and I started out feeling a little disappointed since I was so looking forward to Book 2. It was still funny and enjoyable but not all that exciting…oh boy, was I wrong. When she started adding demon spawn, the action took off like a bat out of hell (he,he) and just didn’t stop. Now, the demon raping (not described in detail, thankfully) turns this fun Urban Fantasy series a little gruesome, but there is no doubt that it added some nail-biting excitement every time a demon managed to get too close to a Wird sister.
Add to this a rollercoaster rider of emotions as things between Aric and Celia start heating up. Although the naked monkey sex brings them in the direction that Celia wanted to go, you can tell Aric is holding back and you don’t know why, and you can only worry if he’s going to break Celia’s heart in the end. Throw in a sexy vampire that wants the same girl to stir up the pot, and you’ve got an emotional love triangle worth watching.
I absolutely loved this story and can’t imagine how she’s going to top this with her next book, but I am excited to see what happens next.
Received an ARC courtesy of the author and publisher. Thank you.
Our giveaway winner was Tracy. Congratulations!
Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is an author with Penguin’s SIGNET ECLIPSE. She attributes her passion for story-telling back to the rough New Jersey neighborhood she was raised in. As a child, she was rarely allowed to leave the safety of her house and passed her time fantasizing about flying, fairies, and things that go bump in the night. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, she began writing her Urban Fantasy Romance Series, Weird Girls, in May 2009. THE WEIRD GIRLS: A Novella and SEALED WITH A CURSE are now available. A CURSED EMBRACE, releases July 2, 2013 followed by A CURSED MOON: An eSpecial Novella December 2013, and CURSED BY DESTINY, January 2014.
So many great scenes, so hard to decide…
“Please sit, Celia, so that I may tend to your wounds.”
The redhead spread a blanket on the ground and motioned me to it. I did as Misha asked and positioned myself on the ground, holding tight to my wound. Misha moved my hand with ease and spread my knees apart. Like an idiot, I forgot vampires didn’t use first aid kits. A gush of blood spurted out and splattered against the blanket. Misha didn’t panic. He bent forward and licked the inside of my thigh very slowly. The wound sealed, but he didn’t stop. He continued to lick me in teasing strokes, sending a wave of paralyzing chills up my spine. And call me crazy, but I failed to see how his look of seduction was beneficial to my injury.
“Ah…What?…I…” Words failed me. It took another flick of his tongue to finally jar me out of my shock. I slammed my knees together and quickly scrambled to the edge of the blanket. But I was too late. From nowhere, a snarling wolf appeared at my shoulder.
Aric changed back to human. Misha rose to meet him. They stood nose-to-nose. The scent of Aric’s fury scorched the air around us. Misha remained blissfully calm. After all, he’d just eaten. Challenging growls and hissing surrounded us as Misha’s vampires and Aric’s wolves prepared to attack.
I squeezed between them in an attempt to prevent all-out war. “Aric, stop.” I tried to push him back, yet couldn’t even manage to nudge him. Aric typically out-muscled me, but at the moment he was an impenetrable wall of livid energy. I didn’t want them to fight, and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone to die. So I threw in my only weapon—the weak and helpless card.
“Aric, please, Misha just saved me from a bunch of weres.
”I was coming for you!”
“Yes, but you might have been too late. I was already badly wounded, and the weres had caught up to me. Misha was just trying to help.”
”By trying to seduce you?” Aric’s muscles tensed and shook violently beneath my hands.
My breath sputtered as I released it. “I was bleeding from a deep wound in my thigh. All he did was seal it.” I glanced back at Misha, hoping he’d back up what I was saying. He didn’t. Bastard.
Aric ground his teeth. ”What is he even doing here?”
Misha flashed him one of the wickedest smiles in his arsenal. “Celia was in danger and thought my name. Thus, I responded. And now that I have tasted her blood, our call is that much stronger.”
Great. More bars, in more places. Having a vampire’s digits just got better and better.
Aric went perfectly still. In a way, that was way scarier than the angry, growling, red-faced wolf he’d been seconds before. I swallowed hard. The weak and helpless card clearly wasn’t working, so I tried to reason with him. My hand gently touched his face. “Aric, this is not the time. Something terrible is happening. We were attacked by vampires several months back. Yesterday it was a horde of demon children, and today some strange weres. What’s going to happen tomorrow? Misha isn’t the enemy. We have to figure out who is.”
Misha whipped his head away from Aric to glare at me. “You were attacked by a horde of demon children yesterday? And you did not inform me?”
I threw my hands in the air. Great, now they’re both pissed at me.
ORDER A COPY: Twisted (Dark Protectors)
Publishing Date: June 20, 2013
eBook: 103 pages
Rating: 5 stars
Maggie is a wolf shifter who was captured and experimented on by the Kurjans. Now that a cure has finally been found for shifters (although not for vampire mates or witches), she can concentrate on creating a new life for herself and finally accepting that her memories are gone forever. Most memories, that is. Sometimes in the hazy world between dreams and dawn, she hears a Scottish voice, dark and deep, that sounds suspiciously like wolf-shifter Terrent Vilks. A man she happened to anger by kidnapping a few years back. Hey, it was for a good cause.
Terrent Vilks knows more than he’s let on for the past several years. After digging for answers, he knows exactly why the demons want Maggie dead. And he remembers his past with Maggie…very well. She is finally where he wants her. Now all he has to do is discover what exactly the Kurjans did to her, beat the demons into so much submission they leave her alone, and get her to fall in love with him. Again. Good thing he’s used to wrangling monsters.
We first meet Maggie in the book #1, Fated. When Talon breaks into the Kurjan’s laboratory to save Cara, Maggie was also being held captive and experimented on by the Kurjans. Whereas Cara was a vampire mate, and their intent for her was to break her mating bond and steal her as a mate for a Kurjan; Maggie was a shifter and the Kurjans were trying to use their Virus-27 to turn shifters into mindless, slaves or werewolves. Kurjans had been using humans turned werewolves for centuries, but they only live for about a year before they go mad and need to be destroyed. An army of turned shifters would have more power and survive for decades.
With the help of the vampires, Maggie escapes their laboratory, and with the help of the mountain lion shifters, Jordan Pride and Katie Smith, they were able to help Maggie shift to her true form, that a wolf. Although she didn’t turn into a werewolf that first full moon, the fear is that Maggie could lose the fight against the virus at any time. That concern is shared not only by the vampires, but of the Bane’s council which was headed by Terrent Vilks. The job of the Bane’s council is to hunt down werewolves and destroy them. When Terrent arrives to take over the care of Maggie since she is a shifter and not a vampire, the vampires will now allow Terrent to take her.
Thanks to the hard work of Kane and Emma, a cure has been created to help the shifters, and Maggie no longer has to fear succumbing to the draw of the virus, but she has not been able to shake off Terrent Vilks. He has been determined for the past 10 years to get Maggie to the wolf shifters, and now we finally know why.
While no one knows why the virus caused Maggie to lose her memory, the oddest thing about Maggie’s memory loss is that no shifter clan has ever come forward to claim her. Shifters are large families that keep their members close, so why wouldn’t they come forward to claim a lovely, young healthy shifter female like Maggie. Terrent not only knows what happened to Maggie’s pack, but he knew Maggie before her abduction, a lot more intimately than he ever let on before. Not only were they lovers, but Maggie had agreed to become his mate before she disappeared.
Acting under the guidance of the vampire King, Dage, Maggie has agreed to go with Terrent to the Raze wolf pack to try and uncover who has been tampering with the shifter’s inoculations, while Terrent’s sole desire is to uncover Maggie and once again convince her to be his mate.
You know I love Rebecca’s Dark Protectors and I just loved Maggie’s story. I have been waiting for this one for awhile now. Once we started getting some serious hints that Terrent wanted more than just a blood test from Maggie, and especially after Terrent started calling her “Little Wolf” with just enough sexual purr that you knew something was brewing.
Although there were still some unanswered questions at the end of the story, we finally learn more about Maggie and her missing pack as well as her previous life with Terrent. While Terrent does a very nice job of seducing Maggie back into his life.
Received an ARC through netgalley.com, courtesy of the publisher. Thank you.
“I’m so sorry,” Maggie whispered.
He lifted a shoulder. “I was only two years old and barely remember. Somebody hid me, and three days after the massacre, your grandpa found me.”
Maggie blinked. “My people raised you?”
Terrent coughed out a laugh. “No. Your people don’t mix well with other wolves because of their weird ability. Your grandpa brought me to Gerald, and I was raised with his pack until I was eight.”
“What then?” Had the poor guy found a home?
“I had skills—fighting skills that were beyond the norm. Plus, I came from an Alpha bloodline but lacked a pack. So I trained to sit on the Bane’s Council. All of the world, I trained with the best shifters, vampires, even a couple demons in order to fight.” He checked the rearview mirror. “Since the age of eight, I was trained to kill.”
The matter-of-fact tone chilled her more than the actual words. “Sounds lonely.”
“It was.” His dark eyes warmed as he glanced her way. “Then I found you, and I wasn’t lonely any longer.”
Her heart thumped. Hard. “I wish I remembered us.”
“I wish you did, too.” His hands tightened on the wheel. “You need to believe that even though we argued, and you took off for a bit, we didn’t break up. You just needed to cool off.”
Relying on somebody else to fill in her past flared her instincts into awareness. “I don’t know many wolves, but it seems we’re ruled by emotion. If we really wanted to mate, why didn’t we?”
His upper lip quirked.
Cute. Way too cute.
“You wanted to get married first,” he said, shaking his head. “Totally unorthodox, kind of silly, but you’re a true romantic.”
Well, yeah. The whole white dress, veil, walking down the aisle sounded sweet. She wanted sweet. “You agreed?”
He scratched his head. “I agreed to anything you wanted except allowing you to fight.”
She’d ignore that word for now. “You didn’t trust me.”
“It wasn’t about trust.” His brow furrowed. “You have many fine skills, but you’re, I mean, you’re—“
“Clumsy?” she muttered.
He snorted. “Horribly clumsy. I tried to train you in blade fighting once, and you almost took off your own foot.” He laughed, the sound deep and free. “God, you were a menace.”
ORDER A COPY: Dead Ever After: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel (SSTB)
Publishing Date: May 7, 2013
Paperback: 338 pages
Rating: 1 stars
There are secrets in the town of Bon Temps, ones that threaten those closest to Sookie—and could destroy her heart…
Sookie Stackhouse finds it easy to turn down the request of former barmaid Arlene when she wants her job back at Merlotte’s. After all, Arlene tried to have Sookie killed. But her relationship with Eric Northman is not so clearcut. He and his vampires are keeping their distance…and a cold silence. And when Sookie learns the reason why, she is devastated.
Then a shocking murder rocks Bon Temps, and Sookie is arrested for the crime.
But the evidence against Sookie is weak, and she makes bail. Investigating the killing, she’ll learn that what passes for truth in Bon Temps is only a convenient lie. What passes for justice is more spilled blood. And what passes for love is never enough.
As we say a last goodbye to Sookie Stackhouse, Sookie is still reeling from watching Sam Merlotte die–actually die in front of her. Thankfully Sookie still had the cluviel dor (a fairy magic wish) and she used it to bring Sam back to life.
You would think that saving her friend’s life would make things wonderful for Sookie. But now Eric is unhappy with her because he wanted her to use the dor for his benefit to get him out of the arranged marriage to the Queen of Oklahoma. Eric then summons Sookie to Fangtasia to divorce her and release her from their vampire binding.
And if that is not enough to leave Sookie an emotional wreck, Sam has been acting very odd toward Sookie since he returned from the dead. You’d think he’s at least say thanks.
As if her friends acting odd wouldn’t be bad enough, Sookie has accumulated quite a few enemies over the last few years. Amelia’s father, Copley Carmichael sells his soul to a devil (no, not the devil) so that he can have Sookie’s cluviel dor, only to learn that Sookie has already used the dor and now he has sold his soul for nothing, and he plans on taking out his anger on Sookie.
There are another two men who have returned from Sookie’s past who have plans to ruin Sookie’s life as well and their first move is to have Arlene Fowler released from prison. Arlene, who had previously been arrested for her part in setting up Sookie to be crucified by her racist friends. Arlene is just happy to be released, and she doesn’t know that she is being set up as a pawn in a game to frame Sookie for Arlene’s murder.
When Sookie is arrested, she finds out who her true friends are when they rally around her and help her to find the real culprits.
In what should be an epic conclusion to a popular series which has been turned into a TV show to make it an even more popular series, you would think Charlaine Harris would go out with a bang as explosive as the 4th of July. This book fizzled more like a cheap, wet sparkler.
Although I had given up on this series and didn’t read the last two books, I had no problem keeping up with the happenings of this story. There is a guest appearance from almost every character that has ever shown up in this series, except for Bubba (f/k/a Elvis). Bubba seemed to have been written out of the series about halfway through which was sad, because I liked him. He was always there to help out Sookie or protect her if needed. Even Quinn, the pathetic weretiger, showed up to help out and support Sookie, and just as quickly disappeared again.
I started out enjoying this series, and then quickly became bored with the characters and storylines. I got disgusted with Sookie after the fairy fight where Bill said he would gladly die to protect her and when she looked at her love, Eric, he was “Mmmm, not so much.” Then in the next book, the witch Amelia indicated that Sookie might just be with Eric because of the blood bond, and maybe they could see about breaking it before Sookie changed to a vampire, and Sookie’s concern about that was “Meh.” Then I was thinking “meh” about the whole series.
I don’t know that I have read such a boring, tedious finale to a series ever. If you haven’t purchased your copy, save yourself the time and the money and don’t. If you weren’t planning on it, you are that much smarter than I. I purchased an audiobook copy and wasted almost 11 hours and several days listening to this torture.
Good-bye Sookie. I don’t think anyone is going to miss you.
I can’t say that I had a favorite scene, but just as an example of the excitement presented in this story…Here’s Sookie inventorying her nightstand.
No one at all was at my house when I unlocked the back door. That was strange, since it had been such a beehive that morning. Moved by an impulse, I went into my bedroom and perched on the side of the bed, close to my bedside table. Thanks to my compulsory cleaning during my three days off, neatly located in the top drawer were all the things I might need at a moment’s notice during the night: a flashlight, Kleenex, ChapStick, Tylenol, three condoms Queen had left when we’d dated, a list of emergency phone numbers, a cell phone charger, and old tin box (full of pins, needles, buttons, and paper clips), some pens, a notepad…the usual mixture of handy items.