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#TBR Challenge Number Two: Catching Up on a Series

I got behind on my Immortals After Dark by Kresley Cole. How did this happen? Well, I could blame it on all the books I was working on last year, but the truth of the matter is. . . . I lost it. I lose books more often that you might think. Even as I write this, I can’t find Deanna Raybourn’s  Night of a Thousand Stars, either. I know I had both MacRieve and Night of a Thousand Stars safely tucked into a backpack I took on vacation. If I left both of them in a hotel room, then that housekeeper had best have enjoyed them both. I finally bought an e-version of MacRieve because I was jonesing for what my writer friends and I like to call the Kresley Crack. We even once started a hashtag: #KresleyColeSavesMarriages. I don’t know if it’s true, but I know many a man who never objects to seeing one of her books on the nightstand.

MacRieve didn’t disappoint. I liked the hero, really I did, but it was heroine who stole the show. If you think that romance novels are all about dainty princess types who stroll about in ball gowns, then you need to meet soccer player and Olympic hopeful, Chloe Todd. She shears her hair short and plays just as rough–dare I say rougher than–the boys. Her mantra is to put some dirt on it. She’s feisty. She shivs the hero and refuses to cook for the menfolk. I like her.

I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: Kresley Cole’s paranormals are hotter than practically any erotica books I’ve read. If you don’t like to read about the sexytimes, then this book isn’t for you. If you do appreciate the sexytimes, then come on in. . . the water’s fine. It never ceases to amaze me how well Cole’s sex scenes work to reveal and develop character. MacRieve felt even sexier than most because Chloe Todd is a succubus. Now, I had to Google that word a few years ago, so I’ll define it here for anyone who, like my sheltered self, did not know: she lives off sex. As it turns out, our hero Will, had a rather unfortunate past with succubae so he’s not that keen on having one for a mate. Let the games begin!

If I had any complaints, it would be that the ending felt a bit rushed, but, since I was reading on the Kindle, I think I probably missed a lot of the transitions that I would’ve normally caught when reading a paper copy. (You know, the signed one that I left in a hotel somewhere because I’m a dork) Also, the e version has a significant sample of The Master  at the end, and I pay too much attention to the percentage read for my own good so the ending took me by surprise. Then an Epilogue shifted the story to brother Munro and ended on a cliffhanger. Le sigh.

Of course, the worst best part about reading a Kresley Cole book is that you can’t just read one. Oh, no. Obviously, I’ll now have to catch up on Dark Skye and Sweet Ruin and then there are the erotic romances…Ah, being behind is nowhere near as bad as having run out of things to read.


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