3.5 starsI listened to this book and although I loved the story, I found myself distracted by the breathy narration. Still, the characters are well-drawn, the setting (San Francisco) alluring, and the action thrilling and magical. I was going to buy the second in the series as a book when I fou...
I so enjoyed this book. Lily Ivory, new to San Francisco, has a darling vintage clothing store. She's a real deal Witch, who finds herself getting rid of demons and bad spirits. Lily has help of a Wiccan Coven, a handsome male Witch~~no, they are not called Warlocks, a San Fran policeman, and a ...
Those who read my reviews know how much I enjoy this author's books, no matter which series it is. Unfortunately I have hit a snag with this one. Twice I tried to read this, the second time getting to about halfway, and I just didn't care for the story. I think it just felt like there was no stor...
I actually first read this book about a year ago. I think this is my favorite of the series so far, maybe because I've become so invested in the characters. I still can't decide whether I like Aidan or not, and I like the relationship developing between Lily and Sailor. However, I still think Osc...
This series is becoming tedious. The heroine has developed a "hero" complex. She thinks she alone can solve all problems and save everybody. She doesn't confide in her friends and ask for help even if they themselves are in danger. (If Harry Potter had her attitude there would still be 5 horcr...
Melanie (Mel) Turner is running the family General Contracting firm, doing the restoration of a Victorian house with a history. And, boy does it ever have a history, complete with ghosts and voices and accidents...even a possession.Mel is learning that she has a inherited a "special" talent from ...
Sebastian’s Antiques, a tiny shop on a narrow side street off San Francisco’s Jackson Square, was so crammed with furniture, paintings, carvings, mirrors, rugs, dolls, miniatures, and tchotchkes that it was hard to know whether its proprietor, Sebastian Crowley, was the owner of a vast treasure t...
A lot of it concerned the minutiae of everyday life, the sort of thing that might seem tedious and expected at the time—the weather, favorite recipes, complaints about the difficulties of finding reliable servants—but the letters were a fascinating window into another time and way of life. Much l...
I talked for half an hour, but he kept shaking his head and trying to turn the brass doorknob, insisting it was broken. At last I opened the door and invited him to leave, but he couldn’t get past the threshold. He used all his strength, but his foot paused over the threshold in mid-air and he co...
McCall sat hunched over. Unmoving, silent—just staring. Standing perfectly still, I listened for sounds of breathing but heard only the harsh rasp of my own accelerated panting. My breath hung in the air in foggy puffs. The temperature had plummeted. And then I heard a woman crying. Weeping. Sobb...
My heart pounded as my mind cast about; there were a couple of jars of all-purpose protective brew in my satchel, but such magical devices wouldn’t go far with someone as powerful as Aidan Rhodes. Besides, I was more of a brew-alone-in-my-kitchen-type witch, not so great i...
“Stay!” Graham shouted at me, flinging out a hand in the universal sign of Stop. I crouched down, my ears still ringing from the blast of the revolver. The metal door clattered up. Graham was gone. I heard footsteps running down the dark hallway, but no more shots were fired. Grunts and sounds of...
Pulled. The door creaked loudly, protesting. Beyond the opening was a long, dark, dank staircase. Leading to a basement, most likely. It was probably nothing more sinister than Philippe’s cave—pronounced khawv. She had learne...