If you are reading this review, I assume you have read the book description or the book itself, but I will try to keep it spoiler free. It should be said that I don't normally read this genre of books, so it may have an influence on my review. I had a written list of things that bothered me about...
This one is a seamless continuation of the previous 3. So all the same complaints and all the same likes. I'd like to reiterate though, I wish VERY bad, VERY painful things on Annie. Long torturous death would be VERY nice! God I hate that character so much! This book had a lot more frustrating m...
I enjoyed this, but not quite as much as I did the first book in this series. Picking up immediately following where "Black Dust Mambo" finished, Kallie Rivere barely gets a moment to enjoy the fact that she wasn't dead from the evil hex put on her by a bitter and angry man before she has to head...
I am going crazy! Will it never end? Will they ever be "happy"? So many questions, so much going on and such an awesome story. I can't wait for the next book in the series but I am afraid of what may come to them! The endless torture and a surprise around every corner. Just when you aren't ...
As Hal walked into the parking lot, the hair on the back of his neck lifted. His arms goosebumped. The sounds of the fair—tribal drumming, the beehive drone of countless overlapping voices, the silver plinking of fingers across guitar strings—faded, and the slow, measured beat of his heart pulsed...
Closing the door, she glanced around the shattered shop she and Alex shared. Broken glass from the windows glittered like mica on the stone-tiled floor and on the sofa; night-glo inks, their pungent odor lingering still in the humid air, smeared the walls, ceiling, and floor in neon-bright Rorsch...
Dante-angel? Wake up. Please wake up." Chloe's voice pats against Dante's consciousness like the fingers against his face. Her words sound small and scared and hoarse, like she's been saying them over and over and over.Papa Prejean's voice slithers through his memory: Aw ... ain't this sweet? Y'a...
I needed something to block out the sound of the oni out front jabbering back and forth at each other in Japanese in between mouthfuls of dead werewolf. I thought about ordering a pizza—Italian sausage, black olives, mushrooms, and daikon—just so I could smell it, look at it, feel the warmth of t...
Gifford said quietly. “I’m afraid they may have failed.”Johanna’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Finish it yourself. If you find Stearns and Wallace together, make it a murder-suicide.” She glanced at the bedroom window. Dawn glimmered behind the curtains. Sleep pressed down upon her.“Of co...