Review: Last Breath by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Last Breath
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #11
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: November 1st 2011
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 335







Book Blurb:

With her boss preoccupied researching the Founder Houses in Morganville, student Claire Danvers is left to her own devices when she learns that three vampires have vanished without a trace. She soon discovers that the last person seen with one of the missing vampires is someone new to town-a mysterious individual named Magnus. After an uneasy encounter with Morganville’s latest resident, Claire is certain Magnus isn’t merely human. But is he a vampire-or something else entirely?

My Thoughts:

This was the book with the most action so far. Since the first page we knew things would be different. Mrs. Rachel changed the POV in several chapters and now we get to see what other people are thinking and doing along with Claire obvious.
Myrnin was a surprise for me because he’s attitudes are so not what I expected, especially towards Claire and Shane. Amelie showed her true face and demonstrated that vampires also have fear.
The mythology in this book was amazing and so unexpected, because after everything that happened the lest of all things that I was thinking for this book was a predator for vampires and that was a bit surprising.
Claire of course discover that something is wrong and bad thins happened to her, really bad things. Amelie becomes a heartless bitch and don’t give a damn, but Myrnin he’s special and changed a lot since he’s first appearance.
Michael fights since the begin for he’s marriage and in the end that’s the least of his problem.
The first book on this series that for me ended on a cliff and a very bad one because I can’t wait to read the next one.

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Shane’s lips felt like velvet against the nape of her neck, and Claire shivered in delight as his breath warmed the skin there. She leaned back against him with a sigh. Her boyfriend’s body felt solid and safe, and his arms went around her, wrapping her in comfort. He was taller than she was, so he had to bend to rest his chin on her shoulder and whisper, “You sure about this?”

Claire nodded. “You got the overdue notice, didn’t you? It’s this, or they come and collect. You don’t want that.”

“Well, you don’t have to be here,” he pointed out—not for the first time today. “Don’t you have classes?”

“Not today,” she said. “I had an oh-my-God a.m. lab, but now I’m all done.”

“Okay, then, you don’t have to do this because you’re tax-exempt.”

By tax-exempt, he meant that she didn’t have to pay . . . in blood. Taxes in Morganville were collected three ways: the polite way, via the collection center downtown, or the not-so-polite way when the Bloodmobile showed up like a sleek black shark at your front door, with Men in Black–style “technicians” to ensure you did your civic duty.

The third way was by force, in the dark, when you ventured out un-Protected and got bitten.

Vampires. A total pain in the neck . . . literally.

Shane was entirely right: Claire had a written, legal document that said she was free from the responsibility of donations. The popular wisdom—and it wasn’t wrong—was that she’d already given enough blood to Morganville.

Of course, so had Shane . . . but he hadn’t always been on the vampires’ side, at the time.

“I know I don’t have to do it,” she said. “I want to. I’ll go with.”

“In case you’re worried, I’m not girly-scared or anything.”

“Hey!” She smacked at his arm. “I’m a girl. What exactly are you saying, that I’m not brave or something?”

“Eeek,” Shane said. “Nothing. Right, Amazon princess, I got the point.”

Claire turned in his arms and kissed him, a sweet burst of heat as their lips met. The lovely joy of that released a burst of bubbles inside her, bubbles full of happiness. God, she loved this. Loved him. It had been a rough year, and he’d . . . stumbled, was the best way she could think of it. Shane had dark streaks, and he’d struggled with them. Was still struggling.

But he’d worked so hard to make it up, not just to her, but to everyone he felt he’d let down. Michael, his (vampire) best friend. Eve, his other (nonvampire) best friend, and hers, too. Even Claire’s parents had gotten genuine attention; he’d gone with her to see them, twice, with exit permission from the vampires, and he’d been earnest and steady even under her father’s stern cross-examination.

He wanted to be different. She knew that.

When the kiss finally ended, Shane had a drugged, vague look in his eyes, and he seemed to have trouble letting go of her. “You know,” he said, moving her hair back from her cheek with one big, warm hand, “we could just blow this off and go home instead of letting them suck our blood. Try it tomorrow.”

“Bloodmobile,” she reminded him. “People holding you down. You really want that?”

He shuddered. “Hell no. Okay, right, after you.” They were standing on the sidewalk of Morganville’s blood bank, with its big cheerful blood-drop character sign and scrupulously clean public entrance. Claire pecked him lightly on the cheek, escaped before he could pull her close again, and pushed the door open.

Inside, the place looked like they’d given it a makeover—more cheerfully lit than the last time she’d been in, and the new furniture looked comfortable and homey. They’d even installed a fish tank full of brightly colored tropicals flitting around living coral. Nice. Clearly, the vampires were trying to put their best efforts to reassure the human community, for a change.

The lady sitting behind the counter looked up and smiled. She was human, and sort of motherly, and she pulled Claire’s records and raised her thin, graying eyebrows. “Oh,” she said. “You know, you’re entirely paid up for the year. There’s no need—”

“It’s voluntary,” Claire said. “Is that okay?”

“Voluntary?” The woman repeated the word as if it was something from a foreign language. “Well, I suppose . . .” She shook her head, clearly thinking Claire was mental, and turned her smile on Shane. “And you, honey?”

“Collins,” he said. “Shane Collins.”

She pulled out his card, and up went the eyebrows, again. “You are definitely not paid up, Mr. Collins. In fact, you’re sixty days behind. Again.”

“I’ve been busy.” He didn’t crack a smile. Neither did she.

She stamped his card, wrote something on it, and returned it to the file, then handed them both slips of paper. “Through the door,” she said. “Do you want to be in the room together, or separately?”

“Together,” they both chorused, and looked at each other. Claire couldn’t help a bit of a smirk, and Shane rolled his eyes. “She’s kind of a coward,” he said. “Faints at the sight of blood.”

“Oh, please,” Claire sighed. “That does describe one of us, though.”

The receptionist, for all her motherly looks, clearly wasn’t sympathetic. “Fine,” she said briskly. “Second door on the right, there are two chairs in there. I’ll get an attendant for you.”

“Yeah, about that . . . could you get us a human?” Shane asked. “It creeps me out when a guy’s draining my blood and I hear his stomach rumble.”

Claire punched him in the arm this time, an unmistakable shut up, and gave the receptionist a sunny smile as she dragged him toward the door she’d indicated. “Really,” she said to him, “would it be that hard just to not say anything?”

“Kinda,” he shrugged, and held the door open for her. “Ladies first.”

“I’m really starting to think you are a scaredy-cat.”

“No, I’m just flawlessly polite.” He gave her a sideways glance, and said, with a curious seriousness, “I’d go first in any fight, for you.”

Shane had always been someone who best expressed love by being protective, but now it was deliberate, a way for him to make up for how far he’d let his anger and aggression get the best of him. Even at his worst he hadn’t hurt her, but he’d come close, frighteningly close, and that lingered between them like a shadow.

“Shane,” she said, and paused to look him full in the face. “If it comes to that, I’d fight beside you. Not behind you.”

He smiled a little, and nodded as they started moving again. “I’d still jump on the first bullet. Hope you’re okay with that.”

She shouldn’t have been, really, but the thought, and the emotion behind it, gave her another little flush of warmth as she walked down the carpeted hallway and into the second room on the right. Like the rest of the human side of the collection center, the space felt warm and comfortable; the reclining chairs were leather, or some vinyl approximation. The speakers overhead were playing something acoustic and soft, and Claire relaxed in the chair as Shane wriggled around in his.

He went very still as the door opened, and their attendant stepped inside.

“No way,” Claire said. First, their attendant was a vampire. Second, it was Oliver. Oh, he was wearing a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard and looked vaguely official, but it was Oliver. “What exactly is the second-in-command of vampire affairs doing drawing blood?”

Review: Bite Club by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Bite Club
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #10
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: May 3rd 2011
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 340







Book Blurb:

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine is "a first- class storyteller" (#1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris).

After discovering that vampires populate her town, college student Claire Danvers knows that the undead just want to live their lives. But someone else wants them to get ready to rumble.

There’s a new extreme sport getting picked up on the Internet: bare- knuckle fights pitting captured vampires against each other-or humans. Tracking the remote signal leads Claire- accompanied by her friends and frenemies-to discover that what started as an online brawl will soon threaten everyone in Morganville…

My Thoughts:

I think Shane has a big problem because he always finds a way to danger. And this book was all about fighting between vampires and humans, like the name said in a strange fight until after death or something like that.
Seriously it was really good reading from Shane POV, because we get to see how much all the family problem actually changed him and the emotional part of this book was huge. From the start I thought there was something really wrong with Vassily and since he’s a vampire we never actually read about this is disturbing.
Michael was perfect, as a friend and as a boyfriend because now we know that he asked Eve in marriage and this is bound to be awkward with Amelie, but so romantic.
Claire as always has to deal with Myrnin and Amelie, plus Shane going all crazy and vampire slayer. I felt really sorry for Claire because Shane said some awful things and now she’s practically alone, in this crazy town.
Bishop is back, when I first discovered that Amelie hadn’t killed him it was just a matter of time. And his finale was unpredictable, because it was so simple and different. Just perfect. Great book like the others.

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Looking back on it later, Claire thought she should have known trouble was coming, but really, in Morganville, anything could be trouble. Your college professor doesn’t show for class? Probably got fanged by vampires. Takeout forgets to put onions on your hamburger? The regular onion delivery guy disappeared – again, probably due to vampires. And so on. For a college town, Morganville had a remarkable lot of vampires.

Claire was an authority on all those subjects: Texas Prairie University, and of course, the vampires. And mysterious disappearances. She’d almost been one of those, more often than she wanted to admit.

But this problem wasn’t a disappearance at all. It was an appearance … something new, something different, and something cool, at least in her boyfriend Shane’s opinion, because as Claire was sorting the mail for their weird little fraternity of four into the “junk” and “keep” piles, Shane grabbed the flyer she’d put in “junk” and read it with the most elated expression she’d ever seen on his face. Scary. Shane didn’t get excited about much; he was guarded about his feelings, mostly, except with her.

Now he looked as delighted as a little kid at Christmas.

“Mike!” he bellowed, and Claire winced and put her hands over her ears. When Shane yelled, he really belted it out. “Yo, Dead Man, get your ass down here!”

Michael, their third housemate here at the Glass House, must have assumed that there was an emergency underway … not an unreasonable assumption, because hey, Morganville. So he arrived at a run, slamming the door back, looking paler than usual, and more dangerous than normal, too. When he was acting like a regular guy, he seemed quiet and sweet, maybe a little too practical sometimes, but Vampire Michael was a whole different, spicy deal.

Yeah, she was living in a house with a vampire. And strangely, that was not the weirdest part of her life.

Michael blinked the tinges of red away from his blue eyes, ran both hands through his wavy blond hair, and frowned at Shane. “What the hell is your problem?” He didn’t wait to hear, though; he walked over to the counter and got down one of their mismatched, battered coffee mugs. This one was black with purple Gothic lettering that spelled out POISON. It was their fourth housemate Eve’s cup, but she still hadn’t made an appearance this morning.

When you slept later than a vampire, Claire thought, that was probably taking it a little too far.

As he filled the mug with coffee, Michael waited for Shane to make some sense. Which Shane finally did, holding up the cheaply printed white flyer. It curled around the edges from where it had been rolled up to fit in the mailbox. “What have I always wanted in this town?” he asked.

“A strip club that would let in fifteen year olds?” Michael said.

“When I was fifteen. No, seriously, what?”

“Guns ‘R Us?”

Shane made a harsh buzzer sound. “Okay, to be fair, yeah, that’s a good alternate answer. But no. I always wanted a place to seriously train to fight, right? Someplace that didn’t think aerobics was a martial art? And look!”

Claire took the paper from Shane’s hand and smoothed it out on the table. She’d only glanced at it when sorting mail, she’d thought it was some kind of gym. Which it was, in a way, but it wasn’t teaching spin and yoga and all that stuff.

This one was a gym and martial arts studio, and it was teaching self defense. Or at least that was what Claire took from the graphic of some guy in a white jacket and pants kicking the crap out of the air, and the words DEFEND YOURSELF in big, bold letters at the bottom.

Michael leaned over her shoulder, slurping coffee. “Huh,” he said. “Weird.”

“Nothing weird about people wanting to learn a few life-preserving skills, man. Especially around here. Not like we’re all looking forward to a peaceful old age,” Shane said.

“I mean it’s weird who’s teaching,” Michael said. “Being that this guy – “ He tapped the name at the bottom of the page. “ – is a vampire.”

Vassily was the name, which Claire made out only when she squinted at it. Small type. “A vampire’s teaching self defense,” she said. “To us. Humans.”

Shane was thrown for just about a minute, and then he said, “Well, who better? Amelie put out a decree that humans were free to learn this stuff, right? Sooner or later, some vamp was bound to make some cash off of it.”

“You mean, off of us,” Claire said. But she could see his point. A vampire martial arts instructor? That would have to be all kinds of scary, or awesome, or both. She wouldn’t have gone for it, personally; she doubted she had half as much muscle or body mass as it was going to require. But Shane … well, it was a natural for Shane, really. He was competitive, and he didn’t mind taking some punishment as long as he enjoyed the fight. He’d been complaining about the lack of a real gym for a while now.

Claire handed the flyer back to him, and Shane carefully folded it up and put it in his back pocket. “Watch yourself,” she said. “Get out of there if anything’s weird.” Although in Morganville, Texas, home of everything weird, that was a pretty high bar to pass. After all, there was a vampire teaching self defense. That, in itself, was the strangest thing she’d seen in a while.

“Yes, mom,” Shane said, but he whispered it, intimately close to her ear, and then kissed that spot on the neck that always made her blush and shiver, every time. “Eat your breakfast.”

She turned and kissed him full-on, just a sweet, swift brush of lips, because he was already moving … and then he did a double take, and came back to kiss her again, slower, hotter, better.

Michael, sliding into a seat at the kitchen table with his coffee cup, flipped open the thin four-page Morganville newspaper, and said, “One of you is supposed to be somewhere right about now. I’m just saying that, not in a dad kind of way.”

He was right, and Claire broke off the kiss with a frustrated growl, low in her throat. Shane grinned. “You’re so cute when you do that,” he said. “You sound like a really fierce kitten.”

“Bite me, Collins.”

"Whoops, wrong housemate. I think you meant that for the one who drinks plasma."

Michael gave him a one-fingered salute without looking up from his study of the latest Morganville high school sports disaster. Claire doubted he was actually interested in that, but Michael had to have reading material around; she didn’t think he slept much these days, and reading was how he passed the time. And he probably got something out of it, even if it was just something to impress Eve with on his local knowledge of football.

Review: Ghost Town by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Ghost Town
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #9
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: October 26th 2010
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 338







Book Blurb:

Get ready for "non-stop vampire action" (Darque Reviews) in the latest Morganville Vampire novel from New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine.

While developing a new system to maintain Morganville’s defenses, student Claire Danvers discovers a way to amplify vampire mental powers. Through this, she’s able to re-establish the field around this vampire-infested Texas college town that protects it from outsiders.

But the new upgrades have an unexpected consequence: people inside the town begin to slowly forget who they are-even the vampires. Soon, the town’s little memory problem has turned into a full-on epidemic. Now Claire needs to figure out a way to pull the plug on her experiment- before she forgets how to save Morganville…

My Thoughts:

This is the most sad book for me, because Claire suffered from the very first page until things started to finally go back to normal. Claire’s father is worst from his heart and was transferred to Dallas.
Everything started when Eve went to a rave where some crazy humans decided to attack vampires, things escalated and in the end humans were killed. Claire went to help and suddenly killed a vampire, crime punished by death in Morganville, even in this new law kinda thing that is happening. Bottom line, Claire had to work non-stop to create a new system for the town computer, since Ada is gone.
You think that is bad enough? Never in Morganville. People and vampires started to show amnesia for the past three years or so and the only one who thinks things are not normal is Claire and everybody kinda forgets about her and that made things even worst because in the middle of all this crazy town secrets she had friends and when that was gone too, I was really sad for her.
In the end she found help in the last expected person for the hole town actually and things went back to the crazy normal. Not my favorite book on the series but this was actually more emotional for me than the others, so kinda worked.

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“Oh, this doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Claire said, looking down at the paper that had been shoved into her hand by a passing student. She paused in the shade of the Science Building porch to read it. Only idiots stood around in full sun at Texas Prairie University in the middle of the afternoon – well, idiots and football players – and angled herself into a corner so she wouldn’t get buffeted by the streams of people pouring out after the end of class. There were a few hardy salmons trying to swim upstream, but she didn’t think they’d make it.

People all around her were carrying the same goldenrod sheet of paper she had – stuffed into pockets, crammed into books, held in hands.

She was one of the last ones to get pamphleted, she guessed. She was just a little surprised anybody had bothered at all, given the fact that she, Claire Danvers, was small for her age, looked younger than her mid-seventeen-going-hard-on-eighteen years, and tended to blend into the crowd at the best of times. Even though her ultra-fashion-conscious housemate Eve – with all the best possible intentions – had made her sit down in the bathroom and get her brown hair all highlighted so it glowed red in the sun. Still. She just wasn’t – noticeable.

She’d learned it the hard way: early admission to college sucked.

Someone stopped next to her in the relative quiet of the shade. It was a tall, good-looking boy, and he dropped his backpack on the tiled floor with a thump as he looked over the same flyer she held. “Huh,” he said, and glanced over at her. “You going?”

Once she got over the dazzle of his good looks (truthfully, it didn’t take that long, her boyfriend was just as cute), she checked his wrist. He was a Morganville native; he was wearing a bracelet around one wrist, made out of copper and leather, with an ornate-looking symbol engraved on the central plate. It meant he was vampire property – property of Ming Cho, who was one of those vampires that Claire had never directly run into. She liked it that way. Really, her circle of vampire acquaintances was way, way too large as it was.

“Hey,” he said again, and rattled the paper in front of her face. “Anybody in there? You going?”

Claire looked down at the paper again. It had a bunch of pictures and symbols on it, no words. A musical note, which meant a rave was on the menu. Some pictures of party favors, which meant that mostly illegal stuff was going to be floating around. The address was coded in the form of a riddle, which she solved easily enough; it was an address on South Rackham, among all those decaying warehouses that used to be thriving businesses. The time was pretty obvious: midnight. That was what the graphic of the witch was for – the witching hour. The date was tonight.

“Not interested,” she said, and handed him her copy. “Not my thing.”

“Too bad. It’s going to be out there.”

“That’s why.”

He laughed. “You a training wheels partier?”

“I’m not much of a partier at all,” Claire said, and couldn’t help but smile; he had a really nice laugh, one that made you want to laugh with it. He wasn’t laughing at her, at least. That was different. “Hi, by the way. I’m Claire.”

“Alex,” he said. “You coming from Chem?”

“No, Computational Physics.”

“Oh,” he said, and blinked. “And I have no idea what that is. Right, carry on, Einstein. Nice to meet you.”

He picked up his backpack and moved off before she could even explain about many-body and non-linear physical systems. Yeah, that would have really impressed him. Instead of walking away, he’d have been running.

She felt a little hurt, but only a little. At least he’d talked to her. That was ninety-nine percent better than her usual score with college guys, except the ones who wanted to do something terrible to her. Those guys were very chatty.

Review: Kiss of Death by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Kiss of Death
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #8
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: April 27th 2010
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 241






Book Blurb:

A new chapter in the New York Times bestselling Morganville Vampires saga.

Vampire musician Michael Glass has attracted the attention of a big- time producer who wants to cut a demo and play some gigs-which means Michael will have to enter the human world. For this, he’s been assigned escorts that include both a dangerous immortal as well as Michael’s all-too-human friends. And with that mix of personalities, this is going to be a road trip from hell…

My Thoughts:

This is the eight book for the Morganville Vampire series and it was a bit different from what I expected. On the Fade Out, Michael was invited to tape a demo in Dallas, but since nobody can live Morganville it was actually a surprise when Claire and her friends were allowed to leave on a road trip, but there’s a catch as always, they would need a vampire escort that it turned out to be Oliver.
So I was expecting trouble, but only in Dallas, where they could be discovered or something like that, but in truth it was completely different than that. Oliver stopped on a small town and disappeared for awhile and they got in trouble over ice creams and ended up escort by the police officer out of town, but that’s not all.
Remember Morley, he’s gang is back and they discovered a way to leave Morganville, not very difficult since Ava is gone. And in the middle of everything else, Claire, Eve and Shane were kidnapped by Morley. You think that’s the end? Think again.
They ended up in another small town, but this one is even worst because there are also sick vampires living in there, so Michael and Oliver had to save everyone including Morley’s vampires.
The book was full of action, but I kinda missed Amelie and Myrnin, we only got a few sentences from both. I liked the action outside of Morganville, but I prefer inside town, but this one was a good and different book for the series.

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Review: Fade Out by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Fade Out
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #7
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal
Release date: November 3rd 2009
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 237





Book Blurb:

Without the evil vampire Bishop ruling over the town of Morganville, the resident vampires have made major concessions to the human population. With their newfound freedoms, Claire Danvers and her friends are almost starting to feel comfortable again…

Now Claire can actually concentrate on her studies, and her friend Eve joins the local theatre company. But when one of Eve’s castmates goes missing after starting work on a short documentary, Eve suspects the worst. Claire and Eve soon realize that this film project, whose subject is the vampires themselves, is a whole lot bigger-and way more dangerous-than anyone suspected.

My Thoughts:

For the first time months has passed on Morganville, this book is set the hole six months after the big ending from Bishop rules. And after the storm now the city is still getting back together and vampires and humans are also in a new era.
I thought there was something strange with that Kim since the first moment, for once everyone is kinda nervous around Claire because they don’t know what to expect from the favorite human Amelie has in years and second Eve was blind sided by her.
We get some explanations for Eve behavior, but as previous book I was expecting more from her and Shane did step up on this one especially after we discovered he and Kim had a fling awhile back.
Michael is still struggling with being the only vampire living in the Glass House and now his relationship with Eve kinda start to show a bit stress.
Myrnin is back to “normal” whatever that means and now the problem is Ava, not that anyone can see that besides Claire of course.
So now is all about jealous! Claire is jealous from Kim old relationship with Shane and the new with Eve. Ava is jealous from Claire and Myrnin spending much time together. Drama! Drama. But the book is good, but I still prefer the two with Bishop, more action is my thing.

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Review: Carpe Corpus by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Carpe Corpus
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #6
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal
Release date: June 2nd 2009
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 241




Book Blurb:

In the small college town of Morganville, vampires and humans lived in (relative) peace-until all the rules got rewritten when the evil vampire Bishop arrived, looking for the lost book of vampire secrets. He’s kept a death grip on the town ever since. Now an underground resistance is brewing, and in order to contain it, Bishop must go to even greater lengths. He vows to obliterate the town and all its inhabitants-the living and the undead. Claire Danvers and her friends are the only ones who stand in his way. But even if they defeat Bishop, will the vampires ever be content to go back to the old rules, after having such a taste of power?

My Thoughts:

One point I didn’t liked was Eve, because for someone who has lived her hole life in Morganville and knowing that vampires use dirty tricks in the humans, it was not a surprise for me when Bishop kinda tied Claire to his will, but my really problem was Eve not understanding and after everything that happened acted like it was Claire own fault.
Claire finally turned seventeen but her life is upside down, she went back to her parents house and now she’s all alone, trying to save the vampires with the cure and discover a way to save Shane. Still “working” for Bishop.
But I liked that now some new characters has a chance to shine (like Richard) and Claire has a more mature attitude, plus some spicy scenes that we’ve been waiting for a long time.
I liked the fast pace on this book and the action was built since Lord of Misrule, so now things were really well put. Myrnin as always was perfect and I couldn’t tell witch side he was until the end of book. Plus for me was a bit hilarious how Claire’s parents reacted in this book. One of the best of the year.

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Review: Into the Flame by Christina Dodd

imageTitle: Into the Flame
Author: Christina Dodd
Format Read: 
Series: Darkness Chosen #4
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: August 5th 2008
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook. kindle
Number of pages: 377




Book Blurb:

Roaming the Russian steppes a thousand years ago, a brutal warrior struck a terrifying deal. In exchange for the ability to transform into a heartless predator, he promised his soul—and the souls of his descendants—to the devil.


Ruggedly handsome cop Doug Black is determined to find the birth family who left him with nothing but a terrifying inheritance: the ability to change into a savage golden cougar. His search leads him to a woman as fearless and exotic as he name.

Firebird Wilder is bitterly familiar with supernatural gifts, and flees on discovering Doug’s secret, leaving him alone once more. But no one can escape a wild cougar on the hunt.

When he finds her, they must decide which is more powerful: the love that binds them—or the secrets that threated to tear them apart.

My Thoughts:

This is the last book in the Darkness Chosen series and now the Varinski is getting closer and now there’s one icon missing. In this book we met Douglas, the missing son from the Wilders and also discovered that he had a relationship with Firebird. Konstantine is barely alive and the time is almost done.
This book is very different from the other ones because everyone always though that Firebird was Konstantine daughter and to discover that her hole life people had lied to her was very difficult, and after that she also discovered that she had dated the son and ran away thinking he was another Varinski coming after her family.
Douglas loved Firebird but one day she simply disappeared and using all his means he started to search for her. In the middle of that he thinks Firebird was kidnapped by the Wilder and start to help the Varinski, full out trouble.
The action in this one was a bit different because everyone in the family was part of it and they needed to close a chapter and vanquish the evil. I liked this one and the pace was a bit slower than the other but very enjoyable.

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Book Trailer for Into the Flame by Christina Dodd


The other girls lived in an apartment five minutes from Firebird’s dorm. Meghan had ice cream, so of course Firebird had to stop by for a bowl and a quick gossip, and by the time they’d gone from high spirits to quiet sentiment as they realized their years in college were finally over, it was one a.m. and Firebird figured she’d better get back to the dorm or she’d fall asleep in their chair.

The main walk of the campus was still hopping with celebrating students, but the crowds were thinning fast and when she turned off toward her dorm, it got darker, quieter.

She didn’t mind. Douglas had told her the campus wasn’t safe, but her father had taught her to protect herself, to be careful, to be aware. She was all of those things.

The evening hadn’t turned out as she had hoped. Not at all. Douglas had hinted at his past, had promised to fill her in, then his work had interfered. And she’d made him promise that they’d talk in the morning, but she’d seen the look on his face — he didn’t want to. What secrets did he hide? He was a policeman. How bad could his past possibly be?

As she strolled along the tree-lined walk, she at first didn’t notice the sounds behind her. She was listening for footsteps, not the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches. But once she heard them, she knew what they boded.

Someone was stalking her, creeping along through the trees, and that someone wasn’t all human.

A Varinski.

Somehow, a Varinski had found her.

She didn’t look around, didn’t indicate that she knew she was being followed. Her heart pounded, her skin flushed, yet she walked at a steady pace.
Don’t run, little Firebird, she heard her father’s voice rumble in her head. Running brings out a hunter’s urge to chase, and you can’t outrun a wolf or a panther. You can’t out fly a hawk. But you can outsmart them, and you can outfight them.

As the Varinski moved from tree to tree, she listened to the sounds, trying to figure out what kind of creature was tracking her. A bird of prey, perhaps, or a great cat leaping between the branches.

Her dorm loomed ahead. Lights illuminated about half the windows. People were awake and nearby. She could scream for help. But then someone would get hurt.

She opened her purse, pulled out her cell phone, debated about calling Douglas. He would want her to — but then, he wouldn’t be happy to discover she was walking alone, and if she put her phone up to her ear, that might force the stalker to attack.

How had he located her? What did he want?

As she got closer to the dorm, the sound behind her grew more pronounced. She dug out her keys, threaded them between her fingers so a key stuck out between each knuckle. She opened her phone and dialed nine-one… and before she could hit the last button, the door to the dorm burst open. Eight guys came dashing out, Jacob in their midst, wearing nothing but baseball caps, body paint, and running shoes. They hooted as they passed her. She pumped her fist to indicate her approval, and slipped inside before the door could close.

Then she fled. Fled down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom. She didn’t turn on the light, but crept to the window. Staying well back in the shadows, she looked out.

There it was, crouched in the shadows of a giant oak, some kind of great cat, stretched along the branch. The moonlight seeped through the leaves and picked up the smooth glory of its coat, and even from here she could see its dark eyes, watching her window. Its tail twitched slowly, as if the loss of its prey had irritated it.

What did it intend to do to her? Was this a rogue Varinski, entertaining himself by stalking and killing the daughter of Konstantine Wilder? Or did the family have plans to kidnap and hold her as a pawn in their plot to destroy her family?

She had to go. She had to leave. She couldn’t wait until graduation, she needed to go at once — and she couldn’t tell Douglas why.

He would never believe this.

“Oh, my love.” What had she been thinking, getting involved with a normal guy? He wouldn’t understand about the pact with the devil and her family’s special talents. How could he? It was absolutely insane.

Worse, as her mate, he’d be in danger, the same kind of danger that shadowed her.

Outside the window, the great cat moved at last. It stood and stretched, then lightly leaped down out of the tree.

She got her first good look at it.

A cougar. It was a cougar.

She frowned. Her heart stopped.

A cougar? But just tonight, Douglas had given her a large, soft, stuffed cougar.

As the cat outside began to change, her heartbeat leaped.

The claws retracted. The bones warped into new shapes: the paws became hands, the back legs lengthened and straightened, the shoulders got broader, the hair retreated onto the head and chest and genitals.

The face changed, too, becoming a man’s face, a familiar man’s face … the face of the man she loved.

She stared. Stared so hard her eyes hurt.

Douglas. Douglas was a Varinski.

He’d come to Brown, sought her out, courted her, seduced her, made her trust him, got her to confide in him … in a brief spasm of shame, she hid her eyes with her hands.

She’d told him she was from Washington. She’d told him she had three brothers, that one was a wine-maker, that her father grew grapes and her mother ruled the family.

Had she told him the name of her town?


Had she given him anything that would enable him to pinpoint her location?


No. Please, no.

Douglas stood out there, naked in the moonlight, a tattoo that looked like great claw marks ripping the skin on his left side.

She hadn’t seen that before. He’d taken great care not to take off his shirt in the light.

Smart guy, because that would have tipped her off for sure. Her brothers had tattoos that were just as vivid, just as distinctive, and they had come naturally the first time they became beasts.

Completely unself-conscious with his nudity — well, why should he be self-conscious? apparently, half the guys on campus were streaking — Douglas turned and loped away.

Virulently, she hoped he was happy with himself. Because he’d managed to get laid, but he hadn’t caught her. He hadn’t killed her.

And he wasn’t going to get another chance to try.

Going to her bed, she picked up the plush stuffed cougar by the scruff of the neck. Its dark, intense eyes mocked her as she walked out into the hall and to the trash chute. But she got the final laugh — she dropped the damned thing down the hole and into the Dumpster outside.

Back to her room, she called the airlines and reserved the first flight out of town toward the west coast. It went to LA, but that was good enough. She could hang out there, try to figure out how much to tell the folks, then catch a ride to Napa to Jasha’s winery, and from there on to Washington.

She packed her clothes and left the dorm, walking toward the bus stop, and as she walked, she dug into her purse, pulled out the envelope with Douglas’s name scrawled across the front. Inside was a Father’s Day card … and a plastic stick with the tell-tale blue stripes that indicated a positive result.

She threw it all into the garbage.

No matter how hard she would try, she could never forget Douglas Black.

She stroked her hand over the slight mound of her belly. Douglas had left her a souvenir she would treasure her whole life long.

Review: Into the Shadow by Christina Dodd

Into The Shadow (Darkness Chosen, #3)Title: Into the Shadow
Author: Christina Dodd
Format Read: 
Series: Darkness Chosen #3
Publisher:  Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: July 1st 2008
Formats Available:  ebook, kindle, paperback
Number of pages: 378


Book Blurb:

Blessed—or cursed—with the ability to change into a sleek panther, and driven by a dark soul he’s accepted as his fate, Adrik Wilder abandons his family and his honor to pursue a life of wickedness. He excels at every vice, including kidnapping Karen Sonnet to use for his selfish purposes.

But Karen’s spirit and passion make him question the force of his family’s curse. And when a new evil emerges, Adrik must choose whether to enact revenge on his enemies and redeem his soul, or save Karen from a fate worse than death.

My Thoughts:

This is Adrik book and we don’t have much information about him, because he escaped from home with only 18 and everyone though he was dead but in reality he was in the Himalayan Mountains leading a mercenaries group, much like Robin Wood.

And that’s how he met Karen, when she was send to the mountains to help on the construction of a new hotel, but every night she got the visit from this strange man and they had amazing sex, one day when an avalanche happened Adrik saved Karen and kidnapped her to his tends.

But the Varinskis discovered about him and now Karen has to fight for her life and escape with Adrik.

I loved Adrik, he’s hunted by a death that occurred when he’s no more than a child and Karen actually helps him, is really to see how he reconnect with his past and also helps find the icon. Karen is strong and they match from the first moment. I think Adrik has the best women from the whole brothers.

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Book Trailer for Into the Shadow by Christina Dodd


The dream started as it always did, with a gust of cold Himalayan air striking Karen Sonnet’s face.

She woke with a start. Her eyes popped open.

The darkness in her tent pressed on her eyeballs.

Impossible. Tonight, she’d left a tiny LED burning.

Yet it was dark. Somehow, he’d obliterated the light.

No. No, it was a dream. Just like all those other nights.

But she could have sworn she was awake. She heard the constant wind that blew through this narrow mountain valley, whistling through the granite stones outside and buffeting the ripstop nylon canopy that protected her — barely — from annihilation, and the high, sweet chime of the bells hung across the tent flap. She smelled the scent of tobacco, spices and wool her interpreter had left behind. She felt the menacing cold slipping its cold fingers into the tent …

She strained to hear his footfall.


Still, she knew he was here. She could sense him moving across the floor toward her, and as she waited each nerve tightened, stretching …

His cool hand touched her cheek, making her gasp and jump.

He chuckled, a low, deep sound of amusement. “You knew I would come.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

As he knelt beside her cot, she breathed in his scent: leather, cold water, fresh air, and something else — the smell of wildness. He kissed her, his cool lips firm, his breath warm in her mouth.

She hung suspended in time, in place … in a dream. Yet he kissed as if he were real, not a shadow in the night, and as he lingered her body stirred, her breasts swelling, the familiar longing growing deep inside.

How many nights had it been? Two months? More? Sometimes he didn’t come for one night, two, three, and on those nights she slept deeply, worn out by hard work and the high, thin air. Then he’d return, his need greater, and he touched her, loved her, with a edge of violence sharp as knife. Yet always, she sensed his desperation, and welcomed him into her mind … and her body.

This time, he had gone almost a week.

He slid down the zipper on her sleeping bag, each tooth making a rasping noise, each noise making Karen’s heartbeat escalate another notch. He started at her throat, cupping it, pressing on the pulse that raced there. He pushed the bag aside, exposing her to the cold night air. “You wait for me … naked.” He pressed his palm between her breasts, feeling her heart beat. “You’re so alive. You make me remember …”

“Remember what?” He sounded American, without a hint of accent, and at the times of madness, when she thought he must be real, she wondered where he was from and what he was doing here.

But he didn’t want her to think. Not now. Greedily, he caressed her slight breasts, one in each palm. His hands were long, rough, callused and he used them to massage her while with his thumbs, he circled her nipples.

She made a raw sound in her throat.

“You’re in need.” His voice deepened. “It’s been a long time …”

“I’ve been waiting.”

“And that was my torment, that I could be here with you.”

It was the first time he’d ever suggested he needed this as much as she did. She smiled, and somehow, in this pitch dark, he must have seen her.

“You like that. But if you’ve tormented me, I must torment you in return.” His head dipped. He took one pebbled nipple in his mouth and suckled, softly at first, then as she whimpered, with strength and skill.

He made her go crazy.

But then — any woman who dreamed a shadow lover was already halfway to insane.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, and discovered how very long it was … and soft, and silky. She tugged at him, pulling his head back.

“What do you want?” His voice was a husky whisper.

“Hurry.” She was chilled. She was desperate. “I want you to hurry.”
“But if I hurry, I won’t get to do this.” He pushed the sheet down further, caressed her belly and thighs. Lifting her knees, he spread her legs, exposing her to the cold, shocking her, making her suck in a startled breath.

“Let me see.” He tilted her hips up. “Are you really ready?”

His fingers glided from her knees along the tender skin on her inner thighs to the dampness there. With a delicate touch, he opened the lips and dabbed a touch on her clitoris. “I love your scent, so rich and female. The first time, it was your scent that called me to you.”

Horrified, she tried to draw her legs together. “I bathe every night.”

“I didn’t say you smelled. I said you have a scent that calls to me.” His nails skated up and down her thighs, pushing them apart again … and they were sharp, almost like claws. Almost a threat. “Not to any other man. Only to me.”

“Are you a man?” The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into the dream.

“I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?” The hint of warning was gone; he sounded warmly amused, and the finger he pushed inside her was long, strong … and clawless.

The impact made her fling her head back, and when he pushed a second finger inside, her hips moved convulsively. “Please. Lover. I need you.”

“Do you?” Slowly he pulled his fingers back, pressed them back in, pulled them out … and as he pressed them in, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

She screamed. She came. Orgasm blasted her away from this cold, bleak mountainside and into a fire pit. Her thighs clamped around his hand. Red swam beneath her closed eyelids. Heat radiated from her skin.

He laughed, one compelling stroke following another, feeding her madness until she collapsed, shivering and gasping, too weak to move.

He covered her with himself.

“I can’t,” she whispered, and her voice shook. “Not again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No. Please.” She tried to struggle, but he stretched out on top of her. Her head was buried in his shoulder; obviously, he was tall. His body, heavy with muscle, pressed her into the cot. His flesh was cool and firm. His shoulders, chest and stomach rippled with vigor, and his heart thrummed in his chest.

Power hummed through him, and he easily held her as he probed again … but not with his fingers.

She was swollen with need, and his organ was big, bigger than both his fingers. As he worked himself inside her, she whimpered, her body gradually adjusting to the width, the breadth, and all the while the aftermath of climax made her inner muscles spasm.

He held her wrapped in his arms, clutching her as if she was his salvation.

And she embraced him, her arms gripping him against her chest, her legs clasped around his hips, giving him herself, absorbing … absorbing all his ardor, all his need, knowing this was a dream and wanting nothing more.

When the tip of his penis touched the innermost core of her, they both froze.

Darkness held them in a cocoon of heat and sex and emotions stretched too tight for comfort.

Then their passion flashed bright enough to light the night.

He pulled out and pushed back in, thrusting fast and hard, dragging her with him on his quest for satisfaction.

She held on, rapture flowing through her with the heat and intensity of lava.

The tempo built and built until above her, his breathing stopped. He gathered himself, rising high above her, holding her knees behind him … then plunged one last time.

Ecstasy exploded her into tiny fragments of being. She came, convulsing with pleasure, until she was no longer an austere, lonely workaholic, but a creature of joy and light.

Unhurriedly, he dropped back on top of her, bringing the silk sheets and sleeping bag up to cover them. Reaching down to the floor, he pulled a large blanket over them … but no. She touched it with her hand, and discovered fur, thick and soft. A skin of some kind, then.

Had he taken her on a trip back in time, back to a century where a man brought the woman he desired proof of his hunting prowess? Wasn’t that a better explanation than madness?

As the perspiration cooled on their bodies, as their breath and heartbeats returning to normal, she slid easily into sleep.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, the blue sky surrounding her. The wind blew hard, tumbling her hair around her face, and in its voice she heard the wails of mourning women, the hoarse sobs of lonely men, and a child’s anguished wail. She tried to back up, to get away, but her feet were too heavy. She fell …

Just before she hit, she started violently.

She woke to find him leaping to his feet. She heard the click of a gun’s safety.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “What did you hear?”

“Nothing. A nightmare.” A phantasm of her mind, one that had threatened her since she was a child.

Since the day her mother had fallen from that cliff.

Slowly, her lover placed something beneath the bed — a firearm of some kind, she now realized — and slid back between the covers. “You weren’t completely asleep.”

“That’s when I … that’s when it always comes.”

“A monster?” He pushed the short, straight strands of dark brown hair away from her face.

“Death.” Shivering, she wrapped herself around him.

She reclined on her narrow cot in her tent at the foot of Mt. Anaya. The darkness pressed down on her, the sense of wrong in this place oppressed her. She hated everything about it.

And tomorrow she would rise. He would gone. And she would go to work, another day spent in hell.

So she wept.

He caressed her face with his fingertips, found her tears, said, “No. Don’t do that.”

The tears only flowed more quickly.

He kissed her. Kissed the damp from her cheeks, her lips, her throat … he kissed as if they hadn’t made love only ten minutes before. He kissed her with passion. He kissed her with intent. Finally, she forgot to cry, and remembered nothing but desire.

Afterward, as she slid off to sleep, she thought she hear him say, in a slow, hoarse voice, “You make me real again.”

Review: Touch of Darkness by Christina Dodd

Touch of Darkness (Darkness Chosen, #2)Title: Touch of Darkness
Author: Christina Dodd
Format Read: 
Series: Darkness Chosen #2
Publisher:  Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: August 7th 2007
Formats Available:  ebook, kindle, paperback
Number of pages: 378


Book Blurb:

Handsome, powerful Rurik Wilder holds the power to transform himself into a fierce bird of prey-a gift that’s caused death and destruction.

At last he’s offered the chance to redeem himself. Only one woman stands in his way-a beautiful writer determined to wreak revenge on the assassins who murdered her family. Assassins, it’s been rumored, who have powers no human should ever possess…

My Thoughts:

Rurik Wilder wants to save his family and his father soul so after studying for a long time he starts digging on a small island in England for one of the missing pieces of the icon. One day he left his time to help his brother and they made a huge discover, and somebody tipped the news and that’s how Tasya Hunnicutt appears.

They had a relationship awhile back and both know how strong their feelings are, but life has come in between and they went separate ways but never once they stopped thinking about the other.

Tasya is a photografer and also has a personal interest on the icon. Her parents were killed by the Varinski and she think the icon will help her to prove how bad the Varinski are and put them all in jail. She doesn’t know that Rurik is also a Varinski.

After some Varinski destry the digging these two decided to go across the Europe trying to find where the icon could actually be and also they are escaping the Varinski.

I loved Rurik and Tasya was a bit too dramatic taking in consideration that she travel the world documenting for magazines. Rurik had to save her several times and it took some time for her to trust him. I found her weak and Rurik deserved someone better but this book was full of action just like the one before and that was exciting.

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Rurik stood on the bow of the ferry — he was the lone passenger — and waited for his first sight of the Isle of Roi.

From behind him, the ferry’s first mate advised, “Ye’ll na’ get to the isle faster by pushing.”

“Duncan. Hey, how are you?” Rurik grimaced as he shook hands with the weathered Scot. “I can’t help pushing. I should have been here at the excavation the whole time.”

“Aye, ye stay here day and night and as soon as yer back is turned, yer team pulls the tablecloth out from under the china and finds treasure in the tomb.” Duncan joined him at the rail and stared at the choppy water. “In the last few days, we’ve transported enough tourists to swamp the boat.”

“If the team had kept their mouths shut—”

“Nothing’s changed in the last ten thousand years. Gold brings the greedy to gawk and covet — and that means reporters, too!” Beneath his gray, trimmed beard, Duncan’s lip curled in disdain.

“How many reporters are there?”

“Four — two from Edinburgh, one from London, and a German from some international news service. Enough to write one decent story, ye’d think, but I’ve yet to see one.” Duncan turned to face Rurik, leaned against the railing, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now when that sweet-faced dark-hair lass starts awritin’, then we’ll see something.”

Rurik played dumb. “Who?”

Duncan wasn’t buying it. “Ye know who. Hunni.”

“Tasya … Hunnicutt.” Everyone called her Hunni, and she responded easily to the endearment, smiling at everyone, charming men, women and children alike. Rurik couldn’t bring himself to use her pet name so casually. It irritated him — she irritated him — like a grain of sand in a clam.

“Ah, is that her real name? I didna’ know.”

The hell he didn’t. Duncan saw right through Rurik\’s pretended indifference.

“So she’s here.” Rurik would see her again, see her for the first time since that night—

“Brought her across this morning. She said she would have been here sooner, but she was finishing the photos for her story in Egypt. She’s a traveler, that one is.”

That’s for damn sure. A man would have to nail her feet to the floor to keep her in one place. “She hasn’t been here long. Good.”

“There’s na’ harm in the lass.”

No harm? Rurik remembered all too clearly the harm she’d done him. The scent of her skin, the sound of her husky laughter, the sensation of her heated body against his, her taste … “She’s too damned nosy for her own good, and if she gets the notion that because she’s the reporter for National Antiquities, she can open the grave without me, there’ll be hell to pay.” Rurik winced at his own choice of words.

“I canna’ see her doing that — but then, I’ve got the hots for her.” Duncan put his hand to his chest and sighed like a lovelorn lad.

Rurik clasped the rail as tightly as he could. He had to, or he would strangle Duncan.

Oblivious to Rurik\’s irritation, Duncan rattled on. “There isna’ a man on the island, except for that nancy boy reporter from London, whose compass doesna’ point north at the sight of her.”

“I didn’t see what’s so special.”

“Then ye’re blind.”

“She’s got a bony face.”

“She’s got a face?”

Duncan’s incredulity caught Rurik by surprise, and he laughed. Of course, Duncan was right. Why should any of the guys care what her face looked like?

But unfortunately for Rurik, he couldn’t get Tasya\’s face out of his mind.

Her short hair was so black that in the right light, like in the pub after a hard day’s work and a few hours drinking, the highlights shone with all the colors and gloss of a raven’s wing. Her cobalt eyes were surrounded by Snuffleupagus eyelashes, absurdly thick, sooty, and long. When she blinked, her lashes fanned the air, and when she looked at Rurik, her electric blue gaze sent a shock along his nerves.

And to be fair, her face wasn’t really bony — sculpted would be a better word, with a broad chin that she used for emphasis — she lifted it when she was stubborn, turned it away when she had no intention of listening, pointed it at a guy when she wanted to make a statement.

When it came to her body … well, okay Rurik understood why the guys made moaning noises about woodies and making a hole in one. Her shape wasn’t in style, but there wasn’t a guy on the island who cared about style. She looked like a fifties film goddess, with generous breasts — Rurik gave her a C, and that wasn’t a grade — a tiny waist, a glorious flare of hips, and great legs. Long, muscular, great, great, great legs. All of that was packed into about five foot five inches of dynamic action.

Cover all that with a nun’s habit, leave nothing but her face peeking out, and no man would even notice her.

So, of course, Duncan promptly contradicted Rurik\’s wistful thinking with, “’Tis her lips … she makes a man think of sins performed sinfully, slowly, and often.”

That perfectly described Tasya and her lips and the sex … “She’s a distraction.

“Aye, that she is,” Duncan fervently agreed. “But she doesna’ use her wiles for evil, Rurik. She’d na’ do anything behind yer back.”

Rurik had been unfair about her character. Probably. And for his own reasons. But when Tasya Hunnicutt observed the dig, it wasn’t her passion for him that made her blue eyes grow gray and intense. He would swear had more on her mind than making sure she got good photos and wrote the inside story. “She knows too much about the site.”

“Ye mean, she knows as much as ye do,” Duncan said shrewdly.

God forbid.

“She is a reporter,” Duncan said, “and her employer does fund the dig, so maybe it’s worth her job to know too much.”

“Maybe.” Rurik stared at the on-coming island.

Duncan clapped his hand on Rurik\’s shoulder. “If ye ask me, ye should just harpoon the Hunni and stop sulking.”

Rurik whipped his head around and glared.

“It’s not like the rest of us are getting any. Ye’re the only one with any chance at all. Now if ye’ll excuse me, Cap’n MacLean’ll be wanting my assistance bringing the ferry in.” Duncan headed for the bridge, grinning.

Rurik faced the island, but he saw Tasya — and his destiny.

Review: Lord of Misrule by Rachel Caine

imageTitle: Lord of Misrule
Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read: 
Series: Morganville Vampires #5
Publisher: Signet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: January 6th 2009
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 244



Book Blurb:

In the college town of Morganville, vampires and humans coexist in (relatively) bloodless harmony. Then comes Bishop, the master vampire who threatens to abolish all order, revive the forces of the evil dead, and let chaos rule. But Bishop isn’t the only threat.
Violent black cyclone clouds hover, promising a storm of devastating proportions as student Claire Danvers and her friends prepare to defend Morganville against elements both natural and unnatural

My Thoughts:

I loved the cyclone, it made things way more dramatic and sad for some parts. I also had a love/hate toward Amelie during the hole book. I could never tell in witch side she was and Claire looked to be on the same page as me.
I liked Bishop, because he’s true evil and his character showed exactly what I expected. Since I didn’t really knew about his past (during the book we get to figure) on very begging it was interesting to understand and try to anticipate what he would do and why the vampires acted that way, all fearing even Amelie and Oliver.

Claire tries to save the world once again and Bishop takes her as his pet, againts her will. Just to piss Amelie and takes the city. Claire is still sixteen and continues with her normal life, going to college and trying to discover a drug for the vampires.

Michael as always perfect, I never know what to expect from him. And now that he’s allied to Amelie is even more surprising. For the record, since the beginning I thought that was not the way he usually acted so something was definily different.
Shane was a bit absent in this book so I don’t really have much to say. But I loved another book from this series.

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