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Paranormal, Romance - Novella
TBR Reviewer: Shyla
This is a completely different take on vampires and the way they operate. I liked the rich details, creative angle and social hierarchy Ms. Pilla set up. From the moment the heroine Anastasia enters the invitation only ball, it feels like we’ve entered a time warp. Hotel Sinn is exquisite, the drinks flow freely and the man who invited her, aka Mr. Sexy is present. We learn soon after that Mr. Sexy is a vampire and the hotel is not what it seemed to be at all.
A magical entity in itself, it’s like the hotel mentioned by the Eagles, You can check in any time you want but you can never leave. ( yeah I quoted them) . Every one hundred years the hotel revamps itself ( no pun intended) and the vampires invite humans over for a ball that spans a weekend. The catch is these humans became a sacrifice. You have more questions about this I’m sure, and I’d love to go into detail. But that discovery is for you to make on your own as you read. ;) Despite all the action occurring on the pages, Pilla doesn’t skimp
on the sex. The passion between Anastasia and VIctore is potent and strikes in the most interesting palces. :Coughs: Against the wall on the balcony. I enjoyed her growth throughout the story and the glimpses of her humanidio syncrasies really kept the story on point. IE if I was thrust into the crazy world of vampires and had people messing with my mind I might suddenly develop a pension for panic attacks too. In my mind the small additions like that really helped sell the story.
The hero, Victore is someone I’m torn about. He was dark, sexy and dangerous, but his emotions seemed a bit off. He went from being amused and attracted to Anastasia to being in love and risking life. Pacing was a bit of an issue for me with Hotel Sinn. I liked the concepts, but I was overwhelmed by how much I had coming at me. I think the story as a whole would have benefited from additional length, with Ms. Pilla spending more time on each new twist she introduced to the story. I enjoyed this story and I really reccomend it to vamp lovers looking for a new spin.
"I'm glad you came."
More dirty thoughts crossed her mind. Oh Lord help me, his voice sounds like
sex. Is that even possible? “Yes, I'm glad I came too. My name is Anastasia, by
the way." She held out her hand to shake his. He took her hand in his and turned it to kiss the top. His onyx eyes never left hers. Her body melted, her knees went weak,
and she felt a tingle between her thighs. Staring into the man's black eyes, the world
around her seemed to fade away, leaving just him and her.
"My name is Victore." She barely heard him speak, and when he let go of
her hand, she came back to reality. Weird.
"Are you feeling all right?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, I'm okay; it's just a bit warm in here, and I've had a few glasses of
wine already." Victore extended his hand, and she immediately took it without
a thought. Get a grip, girl, control yourself.
"Come, let me show you the terrace and you can get some fresh air."
She could barely think with her arm in his, feeling like a hormonal
teenager. Anastasia didn't go gaga over a guy like one of those brainless girls.
"Do you like what you have seen so far?" he asked. Anastasia nodded
slowly, regaining control over her brain cells. She liked everything,
"Everything is exquisite." She pointed to the ceiling. "Were those carved?
The beams?" she asked.
"Yes," he said simply, and she frowned. Music began to play as they crossed
the ballroom floor.
"Oh, Victore, would you care to dance with me?" she said excitedly.
"I thought you wanted to get some air?" he replied.
"Yes, I do, but after one dance," she pleaded. What was happening to
her? Pleading? She didn't plead. He twirled her around, and she faced him and
his dark, sexy eyes. His pale skin brought out every dark feature—his hair,
his eyes, and his suit—against his flesh. He pulled her close to him, his
arm wrapping around her waist. She felt the heat from his body and something
else. No, it couldn't be.