ORDER A COPY: Adam: The Nightwalkers
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published Date: November 1, 2011
Paperback: 329 Pages
Rating: 5 stars
Hunted by magic, beset by evil, the Nightwalkers face their darkest hour yet. And when the unthinkable happens, only one legendary male has the power, the will, to save them: Adam. . .
For 400 Years He Was Lost To Her, But He Is Hers Tonight. . .
From their first tantalizing touch, Jasmine knows he is different. What other lover could unlock her tight control, flood vampire senses jaded by a lifetime of decadent self indulgence? Centuries ago, when he disappeared without a trace, she had given up hope of ever fulfilling the promise of incomparable passion. But here he is, against the very laws of nature, ready to bring down their most vicious enemy, ready to bring her blood to the boiling point. . .if she will only let him.
Adam’s family could never understand what happened to Adam when he disappeared one night 400 years ago. Then he shows up 400 years later to help fight an unbeatable enemy. Where has he been and why did he abandon him family for so long?
Jasmine is a vampire. An enemy…or is she now a friend. Things have certainly changed in 400 years. Demons are mating with humans, vampires with lycanthrope. The world has gone mad.
Can Adam adjust to this new world, and give in to this unimaginable draw of a vampire, or will he try to return to his old life?
This was my first Nightwalkers novel, and although I was not yet familiar with all the characters featured in the prior novels, I would to honestly say that in reading the first two chapters, I wanted to toss this book against the wall. If you are a fan of the Nightwalker series, I am going to tell you to give in and toss it (checking for breakables first)…then I want you to go over and pick it up again and keep reading! After the first somewhat frustrating 70 pages of this book, it certainly picks up. The playful Jasmine draws out the very serious Adam, and they are wonderful together. She is awesome. Never giving this old-fashioned, alpha male a chance to catch his breath, and he loves it.
The added action of the battles with bat-poop crazy Ruth and Nicodemous makes it a hard book to put down.
I am hoping this is not the last book of the series with the big drama of Adam’s return. Some questions were answers, but new questions have come up. We will definitely need to see more on this series.
When I read the short-story “Kane” in Supernatural, I was not happy. I felt it was too short and not much to the story except Kane’s obsession with Corrine. I did hear from Jacquelyn Frank that the story was meant more for those who follow the series. I did promise to give the series a fair try. I will say, that I still feel Kane and Corrine got short-changed, but that I enjoyed Adam and Jasmine’s story and plan on moving Jacob and the rest of the series up on my TBR list.
Received a copy courtesy of Kensington Books. Thank you!
To his surprise, though, the Vampire danced away from his reach instead of following up on his vulnerability. “Now you shall have to find a different sword to stick me with!” She chuckled.
“Why you little…”
The blatant taunt took him beyond logic and all his years of training. Then again, he’d never been in a fight quite like this before. Adam couldn’t believe it, but the cunning minx was amusing him, frustrating him, and bloody well turning him on all at the same time!
“And why not?” he muttered to himself. “In a world turned mad and on its head, where Demons make babies with humans, why not a Demon wanting to make a smart Vampire wench scream his name once or twice?”
Adam lunged at his adversary and caught her in a fabulous full tackle. They went sailing off the rocky path and onto the lawn with a hard roll and tumble. To his amusement, she ended up on top. Her dark cloud of silky, shining hair formed a black nimbus around her head, her aristocrat’s features lean and lovely in the moonlight glowing from behind her. She planted her hands on his chest and purposely slid her bottom down length of his torso until she was astride his hips, riding him like she might a prize stallion with her straight posture and outthrust breasts. She laughed again, her rich brown eyes dancing with life and merriment. Then she leaned close to him until her lips all but brushed against his.
“As I recall,” she whispered in rushes of hot breath against his mouth, “you are quite the well-armed warrior. Let us bring your other weapons out to play.”