Humans are idiots.
He should know—he was born a human. And if things continue the way they are, he will die a human.
Run, Kat, Run, Book 7
Stalkers, souls and sacrifice … And to think, all Kat wanted was to curl up under her duvet and watch Legally Blonde.
After killing three dead gods—again—you’d think I’d get a break. Some time off to lick my wounds in a very cat-like fashion. But my stalker has other plans.
And after discovering who my stalker is—or rather, was—I miss the good old days when my enemies were dead gods and world armies.
My name is Katrina Darling, and my stalker just had to be one of the most powerful creatures in all of creation, didn’t he?
As he stared at me, I realized that I was sunk. Unlike the last eye that gave his retina a gray halo, this one turned it into an unnatural purple. Which was particularly jarring, given that his other eye was more of a subtle gray-blue. So this one did something different. But what?
I had no idea what that eye did, because if he had an eye that could stir one’s inner desires, who knows what that one could do? A human (and Other) lie detector? Or perhaps it would compel me to tell the truth? Another charm spell?
I read this book and I couldn’t care for any of the characters – the writing was terrible, punctuated by inner dialogues filled with profanity and a plot that wound up on itself more than one time.
Holy shit,” I whispered in unabashed awe. And then it hit me exactly who this guy was. I mean, how could I not know?
Encantado Dreams, Book 8
Katrina Darling hasn’t been back for the start of the semester, leaving a void in her seat and in her boyfriend’s heart. Luckily for both, I’m a shapeshifter who specializes in pretending to be a long-lost lover. And Justin is just too yummy to not indulge in.
But when you’re a 500-year-old shapeshifter who’s broken her fair share of happy homes, you tend to make enemies. And one of my mine just showed up, making things a bit more complicated than I’d like.
My name is Isabella Ramirez, and what was supposed to be a harmless little fling has turned into something far more deadly.
The lobisomem was a creature of South American lore, most popular in children’s stories told after nightfall. Most humans didn’t believe it was real—and I hadn’t, either—but a single detail of the stories I’d heard stood out to me as too great a coincidence.
They were summoned creatures, called into this plane to bring death to anyone their summoner marked as prey. And lobisomem were singularly capable when it came to scenting magic.
Or more specifically, the use of magic. They could smell it from a hundred miles.
I wish one of these creatures would eat me up so I don’t have to read this drivel. The teen romance happening is so lacking of any sparks or movement and the writing barely kept me on the page long enough to think WTF am I reading. I don’t think I’ll be touching this author’s work again.
If you like the Dresden Files, Mercy Thompson or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then you’ll be helplessly addicted to the Mortality Bites series.
“Mythology, satire, and brutal honesty. Vance delivers a knockout punch of fun and fearlessness in every last one of his books. Not only does he make you laugh, he makes you think. That’s a rare combination that few authors ever achieve, and Vance does it splendidly.” — John P. Logsdon, author of the Paranormal Police Department series.