Special Princess, avid reader, fear reviewer and lover of romantic story arcs.
I recently watched the BBC documentary, The Secret World of Lewis Carroll, made as part of the 150th anniversary of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
Yes, this is me the downer again.
I liked this book and the parts I enjoyed the most involved Megan and David together talking, working as a team, learning about each other. Those where the moments where the story really picked up big time and I felt the author was really engaged in those moments but I felt that rest of the plot really stall and we sort of got this in between book which kind of sucks.
I still like this series, I still think is really good and kind of original but we are kind of losing momentum. I will keep reading because Megan is freaking awesome and David is really funny but I am not as invested in the storyline as I once was.
2014 has been a sad year for books. I struggle to write up this post because it just feels like I have read every good book out there and I am now struggling through the disappointments.
This list is in no particular order but each book has managed to wow me in some ways. Of course, my favourite author Ilona Andrews features heavily in this list as I just love the formula this team writes. Linda Howard was a new addition to my roster of authors to read, I might try a few of her other books this new year.
My wish for this new year is to read lots and lots of good books but given my demanding nature I think it will take a miracle.
Okay, drop everything you are doing or reading because Ilona and Gordon have done it AGAIN, ladies and gentlemen!
This book was an awesome, wild ride the likes of which I haven't read in a looooonnnnggg time when it comes to PNR. Every other major author out there has so far managed to screw up their start to their PNR series this year but not Ilona and Gordon, they delivered like nobody's business in this book.
While I have been anxiously awaiting this book this year, I do confess to having doubts that I wouldn't like it quite as much, all of us seasoned readers know of the disappointment that can come from too high and expectation. I gotta say however, I was truly, sincerely, insanely impressed.
This is one awesome start to this series and while I do have a few bones to pick they are minor compare to the grand scheme of things. People worry that it was going to be 'romance-y' need not have doubts, while we do have a few paragraphs waxing over Rogan's hotness and perfect bodies and lyrically written sentences steeped in cheese, they are actually less than what is found in most PNR. While the sexual tension between the main couple, Rogan and Nevada, is thick we do not get insta-love and over the top declarations of devotion. We do get a flowering bond between our romantic twosome and it is enough to leave you wanting more but at the same time not enough to make gag.
Regarding the characters, when it comes to Mad Rogan, Ilona and Gordon made about as crazy as I have read a character in a while. He is honestly a psychopath, he has no regard for rules and peoples lives until they serve some sort of purpose. How do you like or fall in love with a man like that? Well, you don't at first, you dislike him and wondered what the hell is wrong with Nevada that she likes him so much. I actually didn't even start to like him until 75% of the way through when I finally started to warm up to him.
There is a slight problem with the pacing in the first half but if you persist you will find the issue fixed and quite an amazing second half of the book that really makes this first instalment. The ending was quite amazing, really over the top, it felt like Ilona and Gordon went down the road of go big or go home.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR BOOK 2!
His tongue thrust between my open lips, caressing , making me open
wider for him, and seducing me into tasting him. A phantom fire spilled over the back of my neck, sliding over my throat like warm amber honey, slipping deep into my flesh, into my veins , and my skin all but sizzled with lust in its heated wake.
“We should have sex.”
I must’ve misheard. “I’m sorry, what?”
He glanced at me. His blue eyes were warm, as if heated from within. Wow.
“I said, we should have sex. You and me.”
“I’m attracted to you.” His voice was confident and assured, as if this whole conversation was simply a formality and he knew he would win in the end. “I know you’re attracted to me.”
“Your problem is that nobody ever tells you no. You think you can do whatever you want, enter wherever you want . . .”
“Seduce whoever we want.” He grinned, a wicked, wolfish smile.
This book is freaking awesome.
“Draw an amplification circle around me.”
...Amplification circle was magic 101. Small circle around the mage’s feet, larger circle around him, three sets of runes.
I geek out whenever Ilona Andrews gets all technical with magic. It shoes me they are thinking through their stories big time.
The heat slid down my neck, fast, over my spine, setting every single nerve on fire before melting in the small of my back, its echoes pulsing through me . My body sang. He’d strummed me like I was a guitar. I wanted him and I wanted him now.
“That was . . .” I saw his eyes. Words died.
All the hardness had vanished from his eyes. They were alive and heated from within. “You want me.”
“What?” The magic warmth slid over my shoulders, melting into pure pleasure.
“I feel the feedback.” He took a step toward me, grinning. “Nevada, you’re a liar.”
Uh-oh. I backed up. “What feedback?”
“When I do this . . .” The heated pressure zinged from my back up my ribs. I gasped. Oh dear God. “. . . what you feel loops back to me. I’m partially empathic.”
...He grinned, coming closer . “The hotter you are, the hotter I am. And you’re on fire.”
"...I’m an unmarried male Prime. I’m powerful, handsome, and filthy rich.”
“Also humble and self-deprecating.” I couldn’t help myself.
“What did you do that would make him infatuated? Did you kiss? Did you hold hands?” His voice had taken on a distant tone, but there was a slight edge of heat to it.
I say Rogan is jealous but Nevada is too busy with other things to notice."
"A tiny trickle of concrete dust fell on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Well, I knew they had to come and get us eventually,” Mad Rogan said. “But you can’t say we didn’t have an awesome time.”
Oh, I wish we would of had even more fun."
Can you turn so you’re not pressed against me?”
“I could,” he said, his voice amused. “But then you would have to lie on top of me.”
My brain said, “NO.” My body went, “Wheee!"
“If you keep wiggling, things might get uncomfortable,” he said into my ear, his voice like a caress. “I’m doing my best, but thinking about baseball only takes you so far.”
I was lying on my side. Darkness surrounded me. A hard arm was wrapped around me. Someone’s body pressed against my back, curled around mine.
“Am I dead?”
“No,” Mad Rogan said. Mad Rogan was spooning me.
Nevada is disturb that crazy asshole Peaches got made into mash potatoes. Rogan weighs in on her concerns.
“I had briefly considered impaling him with one of those steel poles from the roof, but I decided it would be too graphic for you. Would that have been preferable?”
“I really would like to know,” he said with genuine curiosity. “The next time I kill someone, I’d like to do it in a way that doesn't freak you out."
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Peaches howled...
Mad Rogan flicked his fingers. The wall of the nearest building broke off in one long, twenty-foot slab, slid off the building, and crushed Peaches.
Oh my God.
Peaches, dude, I told you to run.
Peaches looked like he was about to ram Mad Rogan with his chest. Mad Rogan looked at him. It was a cold, emotionless stare. Peaches decided that two feet of space was close enough.
Peaches should run far, far away because Rogan doesn't pretend to be the biggest baddie around. He IS THE biggest baddie around.
He glanced at me, his eyes dark. “Would you rather talk about your dream?”
“Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars . Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you ?” He glanced at me. His voice could’ve melted clothes off my body. “Were you touching me?”
I need to open a window because it just got really hot in here.
Hearing his voice was like being caressed. Chains, I reminded myself. Basement. Psycho. Boundaries. Boundaries were good. “I thought about your offer.”
“I’m aflutter with anticipation.” Psycho who likes to mock me. Even better.
“Better you get Pierce, than us,” Grandma Frida said. “Because if Pierce shows up here again, we won’t be playing around.”
“After we’re done, we’ll put what’s left of him into a plastic grocery bag and you can take it to his family,” Mother promised.
Don't fuck around with mom and grandma or they'll send you to meet your maker.
Blood slipped from his nostrils and slid down his face.
“Give up,” he growled.
It hurt. The weight was so heavy. My defenses quaked. My hands were shaking. Mad Rogan growled like an animal. It hurt him too.
I say Rogan didn't really want to hurt Nevada, he could have done worse. He thought if he apply a little bit of pain she would spill the beans, he didn't expect her to be so strong.
He pulled me like a magnet. Every female instinct I had went into overdrive.
He cut right through the layers of civilization, politeness, and social snobbery to some preternatural female sense that said, “Dominant male. Danger. Power. Sex.”
In short form?
Rogan is a sexy beast.