This book was suggested to me by a friend. It was not the most amazing book I had ever read, but it was pretty good. You have to give Devoti props for an original storyline and interesting enough characters. Her writing kind of reminds me of the early Kelley Armstrong books, and hopefully like Ar...
The cover looked cute, but... wha. When I opened it and found myself in the middle of a no-brainer conversation between Ruthann and Patsy Lee, I knew it was going to be redneck hell, with a hefty dose of drunk n' stupid on the side. And that's exactly what happened.From the harvest gold fridge on...
She lowered her hand. Dorian was staring at her. He leaned forward. She did too. Then his lips touched hers. Deep in her mind, a voice yelled, Stop! Pull away! But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead, she leaned closer and placed her hand lightly, alm...
She held out her hand, and after a moment, he took it. She hadn’t rejected him, hadn’t turned her back on him because of what he was. Because she didn’t know, an inner voice reminded him. If she did… when she did… she would look at him with the same revulsion everyone else he’d thought he’d known...
The trip had been quiet. Bern wasn’t much of a talker, but then, neither was I. I took the John Nolan exit off the Beltline, going toward the capitol. I knew stopping at Mel’s this early would do me no good. In fact, it would just increase the suspicion I was sure would be...
The initial tingle I had felt when I first took it out of the box hadn’t returned. I’d pretty much decided the sensation had just been in my head, from knowing what the volume contained. I didn’t remember any such feeling when I had first put the book in the box. Of course, I’d only been six at t...