A very, very strong entry into the romantic suspense field, and believe you me, I’m picky as hell. To the point I put an entire series in the outgoing pile after not being able to connect to the first book. But not this book, thank goodness!
Monica Davenport and Luke Dante have a past…and now they’re teaming up to hunt down a serial killer. Little do they know it’s about to get VERY personal, both on the killing front and in the bedroom! I really, really liked Monica’s character. She earned her nickname of “Ice” but wasn’t overly proud of it, which made her a really sympathetic character. Luke was also fabulous as an agent who can get inside the head of the victim, while Monica does the opposite, and hones in on the killer. It makes for a perfect partnership that’s almost destroyed when the killer gets too close.
As a series, it’s reminiscent of Kylie Brant’s Mindhunter books, but has enough distinctiveness of its own to make me pick up the second book in the series! Well done, Ms. Eden!
Or at least that’s what we keep telling ourselves. It was 109 Saturday, 110 on Sunday, and we’re forecast for a frigid 98 today, with a chance of thunderstorms. And yet, because we’re morons, we spent almost all day Saturday in the back yard, pulling weeds and generally being dipshits. Thank goodness we MacGyvered an old box fan with one of those misting hoses!
Heck, even the cats were smarter than us…they stayed inside all day and slept!
So how did you spend YOUR weekend?
Trying something new here, since I got the rights to my Runequest series back. Got the idea from my bud Jasmine Haynes and couldn’t resist stealing such a great concept! And if you’re really hooked, then it’s available for .99 at Amazon (see link to the left).
Sooo, with no further ado, here’s Chapter One of Baptism by Fire. I’ll start each chapter with an age advisory, just ’cause I don’t want anyone to be surprised!
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Baptism by Fire by Keira Ramsay
I am Rhiannon, Moira of the Clan, keeper of the fates, champion of the Fae. Sanctioner of those who would deviate from the prescribed path.
The title of Moira has long been ascribed to the Greeks, but that is incorrect; it has been ours for time unending.
What no one understands, except those who assume the mantle of Moira, is the awesome responsibility we are assigned at birth. Divining the fate of my brethren, be they of wind or earth, fire or sea was never so tiring as these last few months.
Chants have floated on the wind, calling to the very runes I use to determine the balance of our lives. Calling to the four stones lost in the mists of time, and therefore leave our lives and destinies incomplete, even after two hundred years of searching.
The future of the Fae now hangs in the balance between love and hate, life and death. Choices made by the unknowing could tip both the destiny of the Fae and humankind either way. Only the free-willed return of the runes will ensure their true, unfettered power.
What troubles me most, though, is the thought I may soon have to attempt to wield the sword of Sanction, and destroy my brothers and sisters in the process.
As a spirit of air, it goes against my very nature. As Moira, it is my life’s calling.
After all, without fate, what is there?
This is not my story, but in truth, how the recovery of those precious four runes and the final call to power of the modern-day Fae began.
Charged fire hoses snaked across the pockmarked parking lot of what had once been a warehouse. Now its smoldering husk was backlit by the bloody glow of emergency lights against the inky San Diego night.
Aidan Hughes squinted smoke-teared eyes. Three engine companies … too little, too late.
He strode through the swirling mass of turnout-clad firefighters, splashing through mini-lakes and the delicate spray arcing from the hydrants nearest the building. The crowd of exhausted smoke-eaters parted before him like the Red Sea. Something about the blue windbreaker he wore, MAST emblazoned across the breast and back of the jacket, always moved the troops.
Raising his face to the sky, he drew the moistened, charcoal-scented air in deep, tasting it on the back of his tongue.
There it was–the same sulfurous perfume he’d detected at the last two fires. It was nothing his fellow firefighters would ever distinguish, nor even the most seasoned of arson investigators. This was something meant for his senses alone. Another of his clan had been here, and the thought shook him no less now than it had the first time.
He dropped his head, eyes boring into the darkness, willing his adversary to make himself known, to end this game before more human lives were lost.
The fire chief bulled his way up to him. “Whaddya think, Hughes?”
Aidan pulled his eyes from the wrecked building and the uncompromising night behind it. “Same as the last two. We’ll find the same mystery accelerant, middle of the building.”
“You’re fucking amazing, Hughes. How do you know this shit?”
How indeed? He wondered what the captain would say if he told him he had almost a hundred years of experience as Fae, and his clan’s signature was fire. The Salamanders were suited to only two things … starting fires, and fighting them.
Ignoring the chief’s question, he asked a more important one. “Anybody inside this time?”
“Not so we can tell. This building’s actually used by the university, not abandoned like the last one. Guard was taking a leak over by the trees when the whole thing went up. Said it looked like a fucking bomb went off.”
Aidan’s lips twisted in a mocking grin. If only the chief knew. “You guys about done?”
“Yeah, there’s a few hot spots, but you should be fine, especially wearing those shit-kickers.” The chief nodded his head at Aidan’s steel-toed boots. They didn’t exactly mesh with the tuxedo slacks, shirt and bowtie he wore beneath the blazer. His dress shoes were back in his car, along with the rest of his gear. “Love the get-up. Where were you this time?”
“Mayor’s Ball.” Aidan cracked a smile. “You should have seen Gomez’ face when my beeper went off.”
The chief shared his amusement. “Bet that put a wrinkle in his Jockeys.”
“To say the least. I’ll go ahead and suit up while you finish mop-up.” Aidan turned, walking back through the parking lot to his SUV. Stripping off the blazer, he pulled his turnouts from the cargo area of the truck, stepping into the fire-retardant pants and jacket.
The chief’s night was probably over, barring any other torches. His had just begun.
Resurrecting an old theme to showcase the top 13 books I’ve got on my TBR pile (in reading order, because yes, I really AM that anal…sigh)
- Bid for Love, Savannah Chase
- Dark Deceptions, Dee Davis
- This Side of the Grave, Jeaniene Frost
- Unlocked, Courtney Milan
- A Lot Like Love, Julie James
- Eternal Rider, Larissa Ione
- Song of Scarabaeus, Sara Creasy
- Living on the Edge, Shannon K. Butcher
- Deadly Dreams, Kylie Brant
- Storm Kissed, Jessica Andersen
- Strangers When We Meet, Merline Lovelace
- The Search, Nora Roberts
- Tangled, Jennifer Estep
I was having a really crappy week last week, and when I looked at the TBR pile for a Calgon moment, I saw Jill’s book calling to me. And as always, she made me laugh, she made me hot, and dammit, she made me cry at the end. As with all of her books, she inserts heroes and heroines we can identify with and root for, even if we could never imagine being in their shoes ourselves.
In this installment of the Lucky Harbor series, we get to figure out exactly what’s up with Tara and Ford. I mean, c’mon! We knew, from Simply Irresistible, that they had a past, and pretty much figured out most of it, but oh honey, getting to see it all hashed out in The Sweetest Thing was a TON of fun! I won’t recap the plotline, you can see that anywhere on Amazon or Goodreads. Instead, I’ll tell you what worked for me. In a word, the hero and heroine. I LOVED the fact that Tara was trying to find herself, and neither Ford nor Logan are going to sway her from that goal. Tho they tried like hell. And as for Ford… wow. Just wow. What a fabulous hero. He knows he’s not a “keeper” but dammit if deep down he doesn’t want to be, but only for Tara.
So my recommendation? If you want a keeper shelf book that’ll make you giggle, blush like a schoolgirl and then bawl like one as well, then pick this bad boy up! Can’t WAIT for Head Over Heels in November!
I’m not obsessive about too many TV shows. Right now it’s all Bones and Eureka for me, though I am dying to see where Warehouse 13 goes in July. Netflix is releasing Season 4 of Eureka on 11 July, so of course I had to catch up on all of them, right?? LOL.
This is a fun series to watch, mostly for the lead character, Jack Carter and his dealings with the brainiacs inhabiting Eureka. I love how he, the dumb guy in the crowd, invariably saves the world. In the earlier seasons, Zoe was a bit predictable as the rebellious teenager, but I found myself really liking her as she grew up, so I guess the writers did it right! I’m torn on Alison’s character. I know Jack is over the moon for her, but I just don’t think she deserves him. It’s not that I don’t like her or anything, it just makes me crazy that she can’t see Jack. Joe Morton is FABULOUS as Henry. I would call him the town’s moral compass, but if you’ve watched into season 2, you’ll understand why he’s not, but you still love him anyway. And Stark? I hate the smarmy bastard just as much as Jack does. Excellent supporting cast members round it out, to include Jo, Jack’s deputy, Taggart (played by Matt Frewer of Max Headroom infamy), Chef Vincent, and who could forget Fargo?
If you haven’t caught this show yet and like something that’ll make you think, but is still reasonably mainstream, I’d really suggest grabbing the first season and trying it on for size!