Reviewed by DeanaBook provided by the publisher for reviewReview originally posted at Romancing the BookThis review contains some spoilers if you have not read the first book in the series.Deacon Chalk is not just your average tattooist turned bounty hunter. Deacon has been infused with Angel blo...
I was squinting up into the branches of a giant oak tree. A breeze kicked up. My nostrils started burning from the rank ammonia smell of a cat box sorely in need of emptying. Lion Habitat at the Atlanta zoo, what a stench-fest. Litter boxes are one of the reasons why I hate cats. I moved my hand ...
I jerked away. Another one buzzed toward me, slicing deep into my forearm. What the hell? I looked down. The pain didn’t strike until after my mind realized what I was seeing. One of my shuriken had all but disappeared inside the muscle of my forearm. Just a few pointed metal tips bristled out li...
We stood in an alcove inside the door. It was small and close, barely enough room for the three of us to squeeze in. The walls were decorated with artwork. It wasn’t to my taste, but it looked expensive. I noticed that beside each piece of artwork was a dark spot. Focusing, I made out that they w...
That’s where Helletog was. Here in the South you do a lot of driving. It’s like the city is where you go to do certain things, but most of us live outside of it in the suburbs. There is space in the South for us to spread out and we take advantage of that. We have MARTA—which is public transport ...
My voice was low. I had to force the words out through clenched teeth. Marcus put both hands up in a deflecting manner. He didn’t bow his head. He was too alpha, too dominant, too predator for that, but both empty hands were raised. I stared at the smooth caramel skin of his palms. No calluses ma...