What can I say, I love me some bad ass heroines with mysterious powers. This series sets itself apart though. Finally, a couple who actually get to know each other and have normal relationship discussions, including acknowledgement of past problems. The conversations are funny and heartfelt and i...
So, 2nd book in the series, and although its a stand-alone story (which is great) you should really read them in order to get a feel for the world they live in and the different words they use.This a more of a who-dun-it style story, which I simply adore in Urban fantasy novels. There were clues,...
It's rare to see a series grow to full fruition by the time it ends. Bennett does a fantastic job in Banishing the Dark by allowing Cady to grow into her full knacks and her other, scalier self. Of course, nothing is as easy as it seems, and Bennett turns Cady's relationship with Lon on its hea...
Now the whole pact-sealed-with-consummation made more sense. Kar Yee, the pragmatist, asked the most pertinent, nonsexual question we all were thinking: “He can’t live underwater—how was he supposed to be your husband?” “Our agreement was that he wo...
Lon slowed the SUV as I peered out my window, eyes following the old, disused railroad tracks that crept along the bridge in the distance. Couldn’t see much from here. It spanned what was once Monterrey Creek, according to GPS, but now looked like nothing more than a weed-infested ditch.Lon stopp...
It wasn’t hot anymore, but that didn’t stop me from crying out in shock as if I’d been scalded. With soccer-mom swiftness, Jack’s arm shot out in front of me like a shield, but the damage was already done. “Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” I wiped tea off my face and looked up to see a girl squatting besi...
“Hi,” he said in a softer voice. God, he smelled nice, all woodsy and clean. Someone yelled out from behind the house. “Keep your pants on,” he called back. Up-tempo guitar-and-drum music grew louder as we walked side by side down a stone path between his house and a crazy...
She didn’t hear a peep out of her father regarding the fallen chandelier at the museum party, which was fine. But he was the last person she wanted to see when she walked into her office on Monday. Having telephoned his house yesterday to get word about his mood, she’d discovered from his staff t...
The fingerprint mechanism could be bypassed with a numerical master code, but the system only let you try three wrong codes before locking it down for twenty-four hours. Which was exactly what was happening now—the flashing red lights told him he’d failed again before the keypad shut off. “Goddam...
Astrid dodged streaming puddles after Jonte dropped her off in North Beach, a couple blocks from Chinatown. The Gris-Gris Club, much like the Magnussons’ home, sat upon a steep hill. Here, cable cars braved the foul weather, climbing Columbus Avenue, but she’d heard on the radio that tomorrow it ...
Two in the afternoon might be a brow-raising time for breakfast service, but the hotel staff didn’t argue when he phoned down the request. “That was the best meal I’ve had in years,” Aida said from his side, propped up on feather pillows. One bent freckled leg peeked out f...