Length: novel (143 pgs.)
TBR Reviewer: Amanda
Enforcers, led by Marcus, a centuries-old vampire. His consort, Tambra, used to be one of the few remaining Pure Blood Lycan females and their relationship has caused trouble with the Lycan leader, Temple. The various groups are all searching for an ancient artifact called Oman's Seal. When Tegan, a panther shifter and Enforcer is sent after the archaeologist on the track of the Seal, he has no idea that he is about to meet the woman he has been dreaming about and his possible mate.
This paranormal book started off with a bang and even though I had not read the previous book, I did not feel lost. Just enough back story was given to follow along, and though there are many plot points interwoven with each other, it was skillfully done and I was able to keep track. The fighting amongst all the the different factions was interesting and you could see how the lines were being drawn. I really enjoyed the push and pull between Tegan and Kyra as they first fought against and then gave into their mutual attraction. The original
impression of Tegan as an arrogant jerk was soon exposed as a cover for a determined man, protective and self-sacrificing. Kyra's bull-headedness made her a good match for him once she gave in to the possibilities. As a romantic pair they were a good match. I found this story exciting and want to read more about the world in it. My only real issue with it was some grammar/editing issues that made me have to re-read in order to determine what was meant.
“You are different from the others,” she stated it as fact in a husky voice, filling his mind with all kinds of lecherous ideas.
“Yeah, I’ve been accused of that before,” he replied giving her a slow smile.
Her arched brows angled down in a frown. “No, I mean I think you are here for me.”
“Any other time, sweetheart, but this is hardly the place for a conversation. We need
to get out of here fast before some real bad guys come back here.”
“Yes, it is not safe here. You must go,” she agreed turning to head back into the
forest. He quickly grabbed her arm turning her to face him. “Whoa there, no way am I
leaving you alone, lady. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
She pulled back from him. Her voice brushed over him like velvet, yet her words rang
with steel. “I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Just get out of here now. I will not be the cause of more deaths.”
“I know how to handle myself, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he
purred, giving her his best seductive smile.
He watched those gorgeous eyes narrow with irritation at him. “My pretty little
head? You just didn’t say that to me did you? Of course you didn’t. Because if you did that would mean I was dealing with a real imbecile. No, I take that back. I would be talking to a chauvinistic, egomaniacal jerk who had the IQ of a rock.”
“Wow, a rock huh?” His eyes narrowed, all thoughts sexual dissolving in an instant, “Who the hell are you, lady?” He felt his temper rise, never a good sign when his cat prowled just under his skin.. “I’ve been called worse things in my life, and though I would love to stand here and argue with you, I just don’t have that kind of time, so if you don’t mind, move your ass.”
“I have never met a more disagreeable person in all of my life,” she huffed.
“That life will be very short and painful if we don’t get the hell out of her. Now!”
“I just so happen to know this area very well and I don’t need to be saved,” she snapped back at his abruptness. Moving swiftly away from the burning bodies and out to the main path. They walked for some time in a strained silence stretching between them, tension spiking between them until she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Are you always this… exasperating?”
“Baby, that’s my middle name,” he drawled. “Now get that pretty little ass moving.”
“Do you have to use such base language? Honestly, it shows a lack of intelligence.” she grumbled as he marched her out of the settlement to a small overgrown trail.
“Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s dangerous to judge a book by its cover? It may just take your head off,” he advised dryly picking up the pace. “By the way, do you have a name or should I just call you pain in the ass?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a jerk?”
“Every minute of every day.” He chuckled. “Your name?”
She huffed out an irritated breath. “I am Doctor Navarone, Kyra to my friends, which by the way you are not.”