Tuesday, November 19, 2024

#Review - Hell's Acre by Lilith Saintcrow #Gaslamp #Fantasy

Series:
 Unknown
Format: E-Book, 372 pages
Release Date: October 30, 2024
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books
Source: Publisher
Genre: Gas Lamp Fantasy

New Rome perches upon the shores of the Thamis River, and in its soot-stained depths a teeming mass of humanity lives under the iron fist of an Empire that never fell to Vandals or Christianity. In the shadows, assassins congregate and secret societies bloom—the Priory, dedicated to worship of the criminal Dead God, and the Hellions, thieves and murderers whose aim is mere freedom.

Or so they say.

Gemma Dove arrives in New Rome with a small independence and a burning desire: to gain revenge upon those who murdered her parents and drove her beloved aunt to a premature death. The city is a dangerous place, but Gemma has her own secret skills and isn't afraid to use them. She longs to complete her vengeance and return to her safe, beautiful estate across the Channel, but fate has other ideas.

His name is Avery Black, but they call him the Rook. The young Hellion has sunk himself in vice and treachery, and he knows there's more to Miss Dove than meets the eye. He also knows she's playing a dangerous game, one which will end in her death—unless he takes a hand in matters. It might even be connected to his own vengeance against the Priory, but that's fast becoming a secondary consideration.

Under soot-stained skies and flickering gaslamps, from the crowd of thieves and gin-soaked tenements to the glittering whirl of Society, plans, treachery and counter-betrayal are afoot. Gemma and Avery can defeat the Priory, but that ancient organization has its own plans for Miss Dove, and the Rook might be her only defense. 


Lilith Saintcrow's Hell's Acre is an alternative reality Gaslamp fantasy novel that features Gemma Dove (Not her real name), and Avery Black leader known as the Rook. This story has an interesting mixture of Victorian England and Fantasy Rome. New Rome perches upon the shores of the Thamis River, and in its soot-stained depths, a teeming mass of humanity lives under the iron fist of an Empire that never fell to Vandals or Christianity. 

In the shadows, assassins congregate and secret societies bloom—the Priory, dedicated to the worship of the criminal Dead God, and the Hellions, thieves and murderers whose aim is mere freedom. Gemma Dove arrives in New Rome with a small independence and a burning desire: to gain revenge upon those who murdered her parents and drove her beloved aunt to a premature death. The city is a dangerous place, but Gemma has her own secret skills and isn't afraid to use them.

She longs to complete her vengeance and return to her safe, beautiful estate across the Channel, but fate has other ideas. With the help of her "uncle" who is a fallen Priory member known as Father Nossorten, Gemma finds work as a governess at Imanuel orphanage filled with boys. Gemma isn't a Karen. Gemma was trained very well by a man known as Sampson, apparently not his real name either. Gemma is driven to find the man responsible for murdering her parents but finds more trouble.

His name is Avery Black, but they call him the Rook. The young Hellion has sunk himself in vice and treachery with his own crew, and he knows there's more to Miss Dove than meets the eye. Especially after she runs into trouble to save children who had been taken by kidnappers. He also knows she's playing a dangerous game, one which will end in her death—unless he takes a hand in matters. It might even be connected to his own vengeance against the Priory, but that's fast becoming a secondary consideration. 

Under soot-stained skies and flickering gaslamps, from the crowd of thieves and gin-soaked tenements to the glittering whirl of Society, plans, treachery and counter-betrayal are afoot. Gemma and Avery can defeat the Priory, but that ancient organization has its own plans for Miss Dove, and the Rook might be her only defense. While their paths cross several times throughout the book, they have no idea that they are likely on the same side, and have the same goal of ending not only the Priory but the man who killed her parents. There is no romance, and the book does end on a cliffhanger which should have been provided to readers before posting it to request and review. 





Monday, November 18, 2024

#Review - Warrior of Legend by Kendare Blake #YA #Fantasy #Epic

Series:
 
Heromaker # 2
Format: Hardcover, 512 pages
Release Date: October 29, 2024
Publisher: Quill Tree Books
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Epic

Picking up where #1 New York Times bestselling author Kendare Blake’s epic fantasy Champion of Fate left off, Reed is now an Aristene, but old flames and old foes rear their heads during her next quest. 

Reed is officially a member of the immortal order of the Aristene. She even has a new name: Machianthe. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of—so why isn’t she happy?

Maybe it’s because every hero she helps can only find glory at the cost of their life. Or maybe it’s because she can’t stop thinking about the prince she left behind.      

Now Reed looks for any opportunity to help with low-risk hero’s trials. And a princess looking for a glorious marriage? Nothing could be less dangerous. But Hestion is one of the suitors, and while Reed is occupied trying to win him back, an old danger is gaining strength.

To battle the growing threat, the Aristene must band together, but the order has never been more divided. Will Reed be able to survive this war with her chosen family and her heart intact?


Warrior of Legend is the second installment in author Kendare Blake's Heromaker series. Picking up where Champion of Fate left off, Reed is now an Aristene, but old flames and old foes rear their heads during her next quest. Though the stakes were high for Reed in Champion of Fate, they’re impossibly higher for her in Warrior of Legend. She has a devastating new role as an Aristene and an old flame keeps crossing her mind. Meanwhile, an old enemy is growing ever more powerful, and new monsters are waiting for her. Be prepared to gobble up this suspenseful read in one sitting!

Reed is officially a member of the immortal order of the Aristene. The Aristene are a legendary order of female warriors who guide heroes to victory. They are also known as the Heromakers. She even has a new name: Machianthe. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of—so why isn’t she happy? Maybe it’s because every hero she helps can only find glory at the cost of their life. Reed has already had three more heroes, leading them to Glorious Deaths. She is moving a bit too fast, trying to escape her broken heart. Or maybe it’s because she can’t stop thinking about the prince she left behind. 

Lyonene is still with Alsander but it’s time for her to go to a new hero, but Reed comes up with the idea that she takes Lyonene’s new hero and Lyonene can stay with Alsander. Reed’s new hero is Yngarue a princess, and Reed's job is to act as a matchmaker the only problem is that one of the Princes coming to see Yngarue is Hestion. Not only does Reed have to deal with seeing Hestion try to win over a princess but there’s something far more sinister coming for the princess and anyone who stands in the way especially the Aristene. 

Lyonene ends up making some bad decisions when it comes to Alsander like getting married. As much as the girls tried to keep their switch under wraps they end up being found out and that’s when things really begin to pick up in the book. While Reed is occupied trying to win him back, an old danger is gaining strength. To battle the growing threat, the Aristene must band together, but the order has never been more divided. Will Reed be able to survive this war with her chosen family and her heart intact? 

We also get to see the POV of multiple characters which leads to what I thought was a really heartbreaking ending for many characters. We get to see more of the villain from book one, the bones of the prophet. We get to see more monsters. Such a twisted story. I'm not sure how the author wraps up this series after all the crap Reed went through and then was forced to become to defeat an enemy by elders who should have known better what would happen. If you have read Three Dark Queens, there is a character that ties into that book. A character who was once a queen, Aethiel. 




Friday, November 15, 2024

#Review - A Grim Reaper's Guide to Catching a Killer by Maxie Dara #Fantasy #Mystery #Paranormal

Series:
 
A SCYTHE Mystery # 1
Format: Paperback, 352 pages
Release Date: October 1, 2024
Publisher: Berkley
Source: Publisher
Genre: Fantasy / Mystery / Paranormal

Murder is (literally) not her department, but this grim reaper has to solve one--fast--or her new client won't be able to move on.

Kathy Valence is forty-two, mid-divorce, and pregnant with her ex's baby. She's also a modern-day grim reaper employed by S.C.Y.T.H.E. (Secure Collection, Yielding, and Transportation of Human Essences), but frankly that's the easiest part of her life right now. Or at least it was, until her latest client's soul goes missing.

When she finally tracks down seventeen-year-old Conner Ortiz, he angrily denies he died of natural causes, despite what his file says. He insists that someone at S.C.Y.T.H.E. murdered him, and he demands Kathy find out who and why. 

Kathy has only forty-five days to figure out what happened to Conner and help him move on before the boy's soul is doomed to roam the Earth as a ghost forever. She’s forced to rely on the help of her retired mentor, her almost ex-husband—and some sneaky moves by Conner himself. This is the wildest case of her career. . .and one wrong move could cost Kathy her job, not to mention her life.

A Grim Reaper's Guide to Catching a Killer is the first installment in author Maxie Dara's SCYTHE mystery series. Kathy Valence is forty-two, mid-divorce, and pregnant with her ex's baby. She's also a modern-day grim reaper employed by S.C.Y.T.H.E. (Secure Collection, Yielding, and Transportation of Human Essences), but frankly, that's the easiest part of her life right now. Or at least it was until her latest client's soul goes missing.

When she finally tracks down seventeen-year-old Conner Ortiz, he angrily denies he died of natural causes, despite what his file says. He insists that someone at S.C.Y.T.H.E. murdered him, and he demands Kathy find out who and why. 
Connor at first was hostile, but in time, he was willing to work closely with Kathy, and find out who murdered him. Kathy has only forty-five days to figure out what happened to Conner and help him move on before the boy's soul is doomed to roam the Earth as a ghost forever. 

She’s forced to rely on the help of her retired mentor Jo, her almost ex-husband Simon—and some sneaky moves by Conner himself. This is the wildest case of her career and one wrong move could cost Kathy her job, not to mention her life. The mystery was good, but the relationships made this one so touching. Conner, when he wasn't a pricky snipe, was a decent character, even with a lack of love from his parents. The two of them wind up helping each other far beyond working together to save Conner from an eternity as a ghost.

So, this is a good start to the series, but I am hoping that Kathy discovers that she's better than she thinks she is. She has to stop running from people, especially Simon who, despite all the Debbie Downer from Kathy, still finds time to help her and Conner. 


1

438 Melrose Court

I tapped the address in my file with the lid of the pen I'd been chewing on. Beside the front door of the sandy beige new build, swirly metal numerals confirmed my location. Four three eight. Weird. Definitely the right number, but this was all wrong. I turned from the house and glanced down the manicured lawn to the street sign across the road. It promised in no uncertain terms that this was Melrose Court, just as it was supposed to be. I shut my file with a defeated sigh and went back in through the open door a second time.

"Hello?" I called yet again as I stomped through the kitchen. It was a kitchen that belonged on a show about kitchens more than in somebody's house: clean and white and open-concept, leading out into the high-ceilinged living room beyond. The "after" on a home renovation show. Not even a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertops. Which made the body sprawled across the tiled floor look even more out of place.

Now, slap a corpse on the floor of my dingy apartment kitchen and you wouldn't bat an eye, at least in my line of work. But in a place like this, a dead body really spoils the ambience.

I rounded the island and reopened my file.

Case # 507032

Conner Mateo Ortiz

Age: 17

Cause of death: Seizure

Time to Collect: 4:30 p.m.

"Conner?" My voice ricocheted off the stainless steel and marble surrounding me. I crouched by the body and attempted to hover in a squat, but my left knee protested my weight with a defiant pop, and I wobbled forward. "Nope, nope, nope," I muttered to myself, "no falling on bodies today. Not after last time." I lowered myself to my steadily widening bum by 507032's head. His rich brown locks fell over one closed eye, a spattering of freckles on his nose. I sighed, one hand at my stomach. Poor kid. He looked younger than his age lying there, long lashes pressed above bronze cheeks still full with the last remnants of baby fat. I'd found his basement bedroom not ten minutes earlier; a gallery of posters and mess and potential. It always felt wrong when they were young. Like their bodies should still have some life left in them. But of course, they didn't. That's why I was there.

Still, he was going to make me late, and the last man to make me late was the very reason I needed to get back to the office and then on my way home on time.

"Conner?" I tried again. Nothing. The house shuddered at my voice and fell still.

My phone vibrated in my back trouser pocket and I nearly puked, though I wasn't entirely sure the two were related. I scrambled for the phone and hauled myself to my feet.

Simon. He got the table for six thirty instead of seven. Of course he did. Shit. If we weren't already in the middle of a divorce, I'd consider filing over this.

This wasn't the way it normally worked-the way it always worked. Death, for all its unpredictability and unknowns, was remarkably routine on my end. It was one of the things I loved most about my job. Someone under my department's jurisdiction dies, I get the paperwork, carry out the collection, write up a report for Stu, and am on the couch watching Family Feud with a bowl of canned tomato soup by five thirty. That's how it was, how it always had been for the six years I'd been a Collections Agent with S.C.Y.T.H.E. But somehow today was different. Case 507032 was different.

I glanced back over the boy. My client files were always pared down to need-to-know information, and in my position, there isn't much I need to know. But it seemed clear enough from the body-long-limbed and dressed in faded jeans and a gray hoodie-that aside from his family's apparent wealth, 507032 was your average, unremarkable teenaged boy. So the question was, why wasn't he here?

I did a second tour through the house, Conner Ortiz's name bouncing back to me in my own voice from the high ceilings of every starkly furnished room. By the time I'd circled back into the kitchen, it was after five.

"Conner," I said into the definitively empty house, "I'm sorry."

I closed my file for the last time and left 438 Melrose Court.

2

Gemma Burke was still in her cubicle when I arrived at the office. She rolled her seat back and poked her head around our shared wall at the sound of my car keys hitting my desk. Her emergence was like a sunrise, the high dark blond ponytail and naturally veneer-white smile rising out of the mists of corporate gray. Gemma did Pilates and went to concerts and brought salads for lunch every day, which she genuinely seemed to enjoy eating. She had work friends she saw without the obligation of work. At a push, she might even consider me one of them, though I'd never braved one of her famous Friday bar nights. I had never been a Gemma Burke, but I was glad someone was.

"Hey, Kath!"

I placed file 507032 face down beside my computer and fell into my chair, a small bubble of anxiety rising in my stomach.

The anxiety bubble burst in a shaky, "Have you ever failed to collect?"

Gemma cocked her head at me, her brows creasing.

"I had a routine collection just now, and my client . . . wasn't there."

"Wasn't there?" Gemma repeated. "Oh no, Kath, that's not good. No, it's never happened to me. Ugh, I'm sorry, that's so stressful."

The look on her face, tight and pitying, confirmed my fears. I glanced down at my hands. They had a way of making a mess of things-I had a way of making a mess of things-and somehow I'd finally messed up the one aspect of my life I thought I'd had under control.

Gemma's voice snapped me out of my thought spiral. "Have you told Stu?"

"Not yet, I just got in."

"Oh, fair enough. Well, I mean, that's definitely not supposed to happen."

"No," I agreed, swallowing the lump in my throat. "It isn't." I took a breath and remembered the thing I should have said from the start. "How was the funeral?"

Gemma shrugged. "Like, typical funeral vibes."

I nodded uncomfortably. This was uncomfortable. Death was our job, and seeing it on a daily basis made us pretty blasé about the whole ordeal fairly quickly. But when death came to our own doorsteps, there was no telling how one of us would react, and I was not equipped with the skills necessary to handle big displays of emotion. I cast a cursory glance around me, noting the quickest exit in case of a tears-related emergency, and said, "That makes sense. For a funeral." I cleared my throat. "My aunt's somehow ended with a fire in the church cloakroom."

"Oh. Yikes."

"But your dad's was nice?"

"Nice enough, I guess," said Gemma. "I always find funerals kind of pointless. I mean, maybe it's because of the job, you know? Like, the whole idea of funerals is to say goodbye, but we know it isn't goodbye, that there's something else, even if we don't know exactly what."

I let out a small breath of relief as I realized there wouldn't be any shoulder crying, when the clock on the wall across from me caught my eye.

"Shit. I'm supposed to be having that dinner tonight," I said. "With Simon."

"Simon? Really?"

My shoulders sagged. "Yup." I slid the file back off the desk. The time had come. "Assuming Stu doesn't eat me alive first."

"He's really not that bad once you get past . . . you know . . ."

"His personality?"

Gemma gave a girlish giggle.

"Wish me luck."

"Good luck! See you tomorrow, Kath."

My knuckles rapped softly on one of the windows of Stu's office. Almost the whole thing was windows. He'd said when he installed them that he wanted us to feel he was more approachable, but those windows had shown him picking his teeth with empty file folders and blotting his armpits after lunchtime workouts enough times to make me avoid approaching him unless it was absolutely necessary. Well, a missing client seemed to fit that bill.

"Come in," Stu called from his desk on the other side of the glass.

I slid into the office.

"Kathy," Stu said by way of a greeting.

"Stu," I replied. "Mr. Calhoun," I corrected quickly, blinking hard in a futile attempt to Etch A Sketch away my slipup. Stu was only Stu when you weren't talking directly to Stu.

"What can I do you for?" Stu eyed me with his usual cool blue intensity, his over-attended muscles flexing impatiently beneath his pale button-up. I watched a bicep bounce, and for a moment I swore the sound of it rubbing against Stu's shirtsleeve was a sigh of disappointment.

"Well," I started, still eyeing that bicep in case it had anything else to add, "one of my scheduled collections today didn't go according to plan. This has never happened to me before, and it's been years since I was in training, so I need a bit of a refresher on protocol."

Stu pulled a stress ball from a drawer in his desk and squeezed, his massive hand enveloping the little ball until all that remained was a tight fist. "Didn't go according to plan how?"

"The client." I held up the file. "He wasn't there."

Stu's knuckles whitened. "Wasn't there?"

I shook my head.

"So you didn't collect the client."

"No," I said.

"I see." The bicep jumped again. I jumped slightly with it. Talking to Stu always put me on edge. He was disconcertingly good-looking in the sort of way that reminded me I was a pear-shaped forty-two-year-old near-divorcée, and yet he was perpetually disapproving in a way that made me feel like a first grader who'd just been caught eating crayons. It made for an awkward position to be in under the best of circumstances, and this was not the best of circumstances.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered at the bicep.

"This"-he tossed the stress ball into the other hand, which promptly ate it-"is unprecedented under my leadership. No client has gone uncollected for as long as I've been here."

"I looked everywhere for him-"

"This is bad, Valence."

I gulped at the sound of my surname. It sounded harsher, sharper than I was used to.

"Our company prides itself on having revolutionized the way these things are done. For almost two hundred years now, we've been the world's leading soul collection and transportation service, and do you know how? By making sure things like this don't happen."

"Right, yes, absolutely, of course. So what do I do?"

Stu sat frozen for a beat, the stress ball unsqueezed, the bicep unflexed. He repositioned himself in his leather-upholstered ergonomic chair, arms crossed over his desk. "I need time to run this upstairs. I hope you understand the severity of this situation, Valence. You know what happens when souls go uncollected."

I did know. It was one of the first things you learned in training; day one, hour one. Agents, whether day shift or night shift, collected their assigned souls and delivered them to a designated processing facility. If a soul wasn't collected and delivered within forty-five days of its body eviction, it would be relegated to stay on earth as a soul forever. In layman's terms, a ghost. There used to be a lot of these incidents, back when my field was more negligent and less knowledgeable than it is today. The last ghost created by S.C.Y.T.H.E. was due to a mishandled case in 1906. I didn't know exactly what happened to that agent, and I wasn't keen to find out for myself.

I gulped in reply.

"Go home, Valence. Sort yourself out. I'll be in touch with instructions as soon as I've talked this over with my higher-ups."

I stood, the takeout lunch in my stomach rising with me.

"And, Valence?" Half a box of chicken fried rice marched up my throat. My hand was near the doorknob. So achingly close. I could feel the cold metal brushing my fingertips. I turned back to Stu. His bicep stared back at me. "I am not pleased."

I gave a somber nod of understanding and threw up in his garbage can.

3

Forty-Five Days to Ghost

The dim amber light of Papa Giuseppe's Pizzeria turned the pale blue and yellow flowers on my dress into splotches of discolored mud. I'd barely had enough time after work to run home for a shower, throw my poof of hair into a bun, and change into the only dress that still fit me. And now, in the lighting that had been romantic on my first date with Simon but currently felt like I was walking into an Italian-themed circle of hell, that dress looked like military camouflage. I ran my palm down the front, shoulders drooping, and hauled my way through the crowded restaurant to our usual table near the back.

Simon was already there, head buried behind a menu even though he never strayed from the chicken Parmesan. The menu dropped as I approached, and Simon clambered to his feet, one knee hitting the table as he tried to scooch around the patrons beside him without sweeping their spaghetti onto the floor with his butt.

"Kath." His arms were open to me before he'd finished rounding the table. I let him envelop me in that tight, all-consuming strangle hug of his, wondering if he could feel anything different as he squeezed.

Simon pulled away, taking my hands in his and beaming up at me.

"Simon," I said back, breathing him in. He was a solid inch and a half shorter than me, several more rounder, with a hairline that had given up merely receding years ago and was now bent on a full, surrendered retreat. I peered around the glare in his glasses to the pale gray eyes underneath. My heart gave a reluctant flutter, and just like that I was back in the dairy aisle of the grocery store where we'd met; a pool of broken eggs forming a viscous puddle around my sensible loafers, at least one shell fragment inexplicably nestled in my hair, and a stocky stranger bent at my feet, ready to fearlessly tackle my mess before I even had time to right the now-empty carton clutched upside down in my hands. I was meant to be cooking for a date that night-a blind one, arranged by an old roommate, and one that I was having seventh thoughts about (second through sixth having taken place throughout work that day). Those thoughts had led me to distraction, which had led me to drop the eggs, and which in turn had led me to tears, which were flowing freely by that point.




Tuesday, November 12, 2024

#Review - The Fate of Magic by Sara Raasch, Beth Revis #YA #Fantasy #Romance

Series:
 Witch and Hunter (#2)
Format: Hardcover, 320 pages
Release Date: October 1, 2024
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Romance

The exciting conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Witch & Hunter duology culminates with a sweeping romance and an epic battle to determine the fate of magic...and the world.

Fritzi is a champion. After escaping the clutches of Dieter Kirch, the sadistic leader of the witch hunters, Fritzi and Otto have taken refuge among the witches of the Black Forest. Fritzi is finally ready to assume her place on the council as the coven’s goddess-chosen champion. Plagued by distrust and self-doubt, Fritzi throws herself into her duty to serve the goddesses... until she uncovers a powerful secret that could mean the very undoing of magic itself.

Otto is a warrior. He swears himself to Fritzi as her bonded protector, certain the peaceful unity of a witch and hunter will heal the wounds he helped make. But as the horrifying plot that threatens the Black Forest’s magic comes to light, Otto will have to face his both his past and what it means to bind himself to a magic he does not fully understand.

Shadows loom. Truths are revealed. And as dangers new and old arise, Fritzi and Otto must stand together against everything that threatens magic—even if the biggest threat might be the very bond they share. 



The Fate of Magic is the second and final installment in authors Sara Raasch, and Beth Revis's Witch and Hunter duology. This is a series that features co-protagonists, Otto Ernst and Friederika Kirch. Fritzi is a champion for Holda. After escaping the clutches of Dieter Kirch, the sadistic leader of the witch hunters and her brother, Fritzi and Otto have taken refuge among the witches of the Black Forest. Fritzi is finally ready to assume her place on the council as the coven’s goddess-chosen champion. 

Plagued by distrust and self-doubt, Fritzi throws herself into her duty to serve the goddesses until she uncovers a powerful secret that could mean the very undoing of magic itself. Dieter isn't dead yet. In fact, he is even scarier and dangerous than before. So dangerous, that he sets out to ensure he has access to destroy magic. Fritzi's journey is a rollercoaster of self-discovery, doubt, and raw determination. Her struggle to reconcile her newfound power with her past traumas is heart-wrenching and achingly relatable. 

As she uncovers earth-shattering secrets about the nature of magic itself, we're right there with her, feeling the weight of responsibility crushing down and the spark of rebellion igniting in her soul. At the heart of it all stands the Origin Tree, a source of magic and mystery that looms large both literally and figuratively. Otto was a captain of the hexenjager, an institution whose purpose it is to capture witches for persecution and death by fire at the stake. He swears himself to Fritzi as her bonded protector, certain the peaceful unity of a witch and hunter will heal the wounds he helped make. 

His path from persecutor to ally is fraught with guilt, hope, and a burning desire to make amends. Fritzi and Otto have accepted their roles of chosen champion and warrior. Through their bond they seek to serve good and share magic. But when they realize Dieter is still alive and his plans are only beginning, they set forth on a quest to stop him before his ambition destroys magic and possibly the world. The greatest fight lies not only before them but within them. But as the horrifying plot that threatens the Black Forest’s magic comes to light, Otto will have to face his past and what it means to bind himself to a magic he does not fully understand. 

This series is filled with so many layers. This is a really surprisingly dark story: it is inspired by the historical witch trials in Germany, and it includes a fair amount of violence and torture, both physical and psychological. I have to give the authors credit when they created Dieter. He is just plain evil, and he doesn't care who he hurts, not even his own sister to manipulate others into falling into his control. There are some pretty interesting secondary characters, and the internal struggle of whether or not to trust the goddesses to do the right thing when all is said and done.  




Monday, November 11, 2024

#Review - You Can Kill by Rebecca Zanetti #Thriller #Suspense

Series:
 
A Laurel Snow Thriller (#4)
Format: Mass Market, 432 pages
Release Date: October 22, 2024
Publisher: Zebra
Source: Publisher
Genre: Thrillers / Suspense

The Blacklist meets The Profiler in this edgy, gripping thriller that’s perfect for of Laura 
Griffin and Jayne Ann Krentz!

A string of brutal murders is leaving a grisly trail across the Pacific Northwest—and drawing rising star FBI profiler Laurel Snow back into a treacherous case and a twisted personal drama she can’t escape . . .

The first body is torn apart, blood and flesh are discovered across both state and federal lands. As the victims multiply, a pattern emerges—each is related to past cases investigated by Laurel Snow, with the assistance of Huck Rivers, Washington Fish and Wildlife captain. When friends and loved ones are targeted, things become even more chillingly personal.

As Laurel and Huck team up again to navigate the gruesome and increasingly bizarre killings, they must also keep a safe distance from Laurel’s half-sister, Abigail, a dangerously clever sociopath. Ever since their father reappeared in town, Abigail has been convinced she must protect Laurel from his malignant narcissism—a scourge she’s sure they’ve both inherited. Huck is not spared either as a shocking development in the case touches his own life.

With the murders, and the suspects, multiplying around them, and the lives of everyone in their orbit at stake, only Laurel’s sharp analytic skills, Huck’s deep gut instincts, and their growing bond will enable them to face the demons within and the threats without—before they’re next on an elusive killer’s hit list . . .



You Can Kill is the Fourth installment in author Rebecca Zanetti's Laurel Snow series. Let's call this series The Profiler meets Justified meets The Blacklist. FBI Special Agent in Charge Laurel Snow has moved her Pacific Northwest Violent Crimes Unit to her home in Genesis Valley, Washington to be close to her lover Captain Huck Rivers of Fish & Wildlife, as well as her mother who is opening a shop that features gourmet tea. Oh, and let's not forget her psychopathic half-sister Abigail who has made it her mission to protect Laurel from the father they both share. 

Why you say? Because Laurel is pregnant. The two sisters at the center of the series are like two halves of one whole - one light, and one dark - one in law enforcement, the other a sociopath. This fascinating family dynamic is set against a suspenseful crime mystery. Laurel and her team have taken down (3) brutal serial killers, but it seems as though that doesn't matter. After Laurel is attacked by serial killer Jason, she is worried that if anyone learns that she is pregnant, she will be taken off the cases. That can not happen. 

Not when bodies start turning up in curious places. Places where she and Huck had previously found dead bodies. As Laurel and Huck team up again to navigate the gruesome and increasingly bizarre killings, they must also keep a safe distance from Abigail, a dangerously clever sociopath. Ever since their rapist father, Zeke Caine, reappeared in town, Abigail has been convinced she must protect Laurel from his malignant narcissism—a scourge she’s sure they’ve both inherited. Huck is not spared either as a shocking development in the case touches his life and puts him in a difficult situation with his employer. 

With the murders piling up, and the suspects multiplying around them, the lives of everyone in their orbit are at stake, including Laurel's mother and those who work for her. Even with Laurel’s sharp analytic skills, Huck’s deep gut instincts, and growing bond, it will take a remarkable set of events to ensure everyone survives before they’re next on an elusive killer’s hit list. For those who haven't read this series, Laurel is a child prodigy. She has an eidetic memory and knows too much about almost everything. She also has heterochromatic eyes, which apparently is a sign of intelligence. 

Huck and Laurel are a perfectly balanced couple, these two know each other better than they know themselves, and the addition of Deirdre to the story gives the series more depth. This book ends on a brutal scene which I will not spoil. I am not sure where the author goes from here, but Laurel and Huck definitely need a vacation from everything that is happening around Genesis Valley and of course, Abigail who I doubt we have seen the last of. 




Friday, November 8, 2024

#Review - Bloodguard by Cecy Robson #Fantasy #Romance

Series:
 Old Erth # 1
Format: 
Hardcover, 448 pages
Release Date: October 22, 2024
Publisher: Entangled (Red Tower Books)
Source: Publisher
Genre: Fantasy / Romance

Gladiator meets Final Fantasy in this cinematic, action-packed epic romantasy where one man’s last hope for freedom—and revenge—relies on one elven royal and her bloody, brutal arena.

One hundred years. Tens of thousands of gladiators. And today, only one will rise…

Everything in the Kingdom of Arrow is a lie.

Leith of Grey thought coming to this new land and volunteering to fight in the gladiator arena—vicious, bloodthirsty tournaments where only the strongest survive—would earn him enough gold to save his dying sister. He thought there was nothing left to lose.

He was wrong—and they took everything. His hope. His freedom. His very humanity.

All Leith has left is his battle-scarred body, fueled by rage and hardened from years of fighting for the right to live another day.

Then Leith meets Maeve, an elven royal who is everything he despises. Everything he should hate. Until the alluring princess offers him the one thing he needs most: a chance to win the coveted title of Bloodguard—and his freedom.



Bloodguard is the first installment in author Cecy Robson's Old Erth series. This story focuses on two characters: Leith of Grey and Maeve, an elven princess, and daughter of an alleged Queen Killer. Leith is a human who has spent years fighting in the arena for his impoverished family. After a certain number of wins and bloodshed, a gladiator can earn the prestigious title of Bloodguard and essentially become part of the wealthy elite of Arrow. 

Leith is only a few wins away from earning that title and saving his family when he meets Maeve, an elven princess who is next in line for the throne. Unfortunately, Maeve cannot become Queen until she marries and there are very few acceptable potential partners in the corrupt court that could secure her the throne because of her reputation of being the daughter of the man who killed the Queen. When Leith is offered help from Maeve, the offer is too good to pass up. 

The catch is that if he becomes Bloodguard, he must agree to marry her. The future of Arrow is in peril following the assassination of the Queen and Maeve needs to marry to take the throne. However, after Maeve learns the truth about what happened to Leith's family, I thought he should have been told immediately since it appeared that those who ran the fights were looking to leave no one alive. It was pretty apparent that the two main characters were going to fall for the other once Leith started acting as Maeve's bodyguard. 

I literally wrote down all the spicy chapters so I could tell those who don't care about them to skip over these chapters, but then I thought who am I to tell you what to do or what to like? This book does do alternating first-person narratives which are sometimes off-putting. In this case, it was necessary since both characters are dealing with a variety of issues that take much of the story to sort out. There are some issues which is why my rating is the way it is. 

The pacing was also horribly confusing at times. The author would bring up interactions with the characters that we never saw. I found myself a couple of times flipping back through the book to see if I had missed something. Finally, the ending is very interesting, and I am not sure where the author goes from here.