TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
I read the first book and absolutely loved it. When offered this one, I didn’t even hesitate to say yes. I enjoyed it, not as much as I did the first but those characters are going to be hard to beat. Still the author stuck with what made the first one great and it carried over to this book as well. We still have the amazing amount of details that the author loves to pack into a book and you freely flow through the written word. I completely forgot about the world and troubles as I got completely lost in this book. While this doesn’t have the same plot as the other book there is still that Old Worldly feel that I truly enjoyed about the first and we are once more incased in an intense suspense that keeps us interested.
However, if you asked me what really pulled everything together it was the intense emotions of the characters. They are contrasting dynamics, dynamite and gun powder, the explosion between the two is a complete blast to watch. Yet I missed the balls to the wall heroine that we had from the first book. Don’t get me wrong, I like Chris but I found her a bit too vulnerable and whiney at times which I kind of feel too many authors are writing now a days. Give me a empowered woman any day of the week over a whiner.
Everything combined together made for a really enjoyable read and I still highly recommend this author and series. This is good stuff that any vampire paranormal lover is sure to enjoy.
crease didn’t really matter. It lay next to a four-inch gaping rip from her
claws. His skin showed only minor scratches, his vampire-healing already closing
the wounds, so no more blood seeped.
Fear still perfumed the air, mixed with just a hint of arousal, and further
relaxed his perturbation. The fear never showed on her face, and almost never in
her stance, but Chrissy was afraid of him, as she should be. She rose above it,
and that was why he let her live.
No, probably not, he admitted. Chrissy was passionate, full of a certain joie
de vivre. Not even his recently dispatched wife Angel matched her. Angel had
wanted only the so-called “monster” that lurked beneath his veneer of
civilization, demanding, dealing, and accepting pain as par for their course.
Chrissy saw, he suspected, more than that in him, a rather flattering
observation from someone who had every reason to want him dead. She didn’t cower
before his darker side. Maybe, if he were right about her and what she was, he
might have the opportunity to just be himself, something he’d not had since his
conversion in the wretched “Holy Lands”. He had never trusted anyone with the
truth. Someone with the same problem, same secret, on the other hand …
A balanced approach was necessary, of course. No sense presenting his back
for her stake. So few people, her the only woman, deserved to stay on the right
side of the dirt. Yes, quite safe to say, he liked her.