I enjoyed this a lot, it's a fun read but I also got really involved in the story by the end of I was rooting for Scarelett all the way. It felt like a new take on the paranormal genre (which is always nice considering how over saturated it is) and I like that the origins story for the vamps, ser...
3.5 Stars.Plot: The plot in this book was darker than the plot in the first book. I liked it at first, but I thought that it got a little bit too ridiculous at the end. The ending also gave me that weird book deja vu feeling where you know you haven't read the book before, but it feels like you'r...
To assuage her guilt, she gave the cab driver a hundred-dollar bill to cover the fare, and Ruiz was too out of it to protest. When the cab was nothing but a dust cloud on the dirt road leading to the culvert, she turned back to the tent, squinting against the sun. The hat and long-sleeved Windbre...
Lily offered to walk me part of the way back to the coffee shop to get my car, and I accepted, suspecting that she wanted to talk about something without her brother present. Sure enough, as soon as we were in the parking lot, Lily blurted, “He looked bad, didn’t he?” I glanced over at her worrie...
Someone had torn up two werewolves. Once he’d realized that the taller man was Terrence Whittaker, it didn’t take long for Jesse to recognize the shorter, stockier guy as Terrence’s sidekick, Drew Riddell. He’d talked to both of these men just the day before. And now he kn...
Lex When I went to bed in my crappy hotel room, I half-expected to see Sam again. I was here, following her instructions, wasn’t I? Surely she’d want to check in on my progress? But I just had regular dreams filled with tangled snatches of images: sunshine and graves and a green dress with fringe...
It snarled, its paws planted between Blossom and me, but it wouldn’t actually attack until Blossom gave the order. I took a slow, cautious step backward—but that incensed the dog, who flew forward until he was a foot away from my waist, barking in a low, terrible voice. I automatically shifted my...
Maybe That’s a Sign On Thursday morning, Nate overslept again, and was late to homeroom, again. His teacher frowned disapprovingly when he scooted in just after the bell, but he gave her an apologetic smile that seemed to pacify her. The news of his father’s cancer had spread through the administ...
Like most college towns, Boulder has dozens of coffee shops, but so far as I know only one of them is open all night: a little place called Magic Beans, located on Pine Street, not far from Boulder’s pedestrian mall. It had been around since Sam and I were in high school. I’d been in once or twic...