Whenever I pick up an Inez Kelley book, I know I'm in for a ride. Little did I know that her paranormal would be more roller coaster than mere motorcycling.
Her prose is poetic and lush with an edge of earthy carnality. Sarcasm, too, is one of her tools of trade and if I thought her banter was fun and well-written before, she pumps it to a new high with her bad boys. Unapologetic, unrelenting and deeply pragmatic, I found myself laughing and wincing in turn.
"Charming sucked dick. Charming could get her killed."
"How could I forget the woman who made me warm when I'd been cold for centuries?"
Inez doesn't shy away from the truth of war, the truth of our past's brutality, but she tempers that with Lacy's sweet strength and the solidity of true love -- the love between family, comrades and those who choose to stand together.
Both deeply sweet and intensely disturbing, I fell into the world Inez created and didn't crawl out until the end.
I can't wait to see the next bad boy get what he deserves.
Vike died in blood, in battle, in betrayal. His ruthlessness was second only to his brutality. Now one woman makes his blood sing and he’ll stop at nothing to save her. He only has to face half of Hell to do it.
Lacy is unknowingly descended from an ancient Holy line. Someone is slowly destroying her life and wants her dead. A fierce Viking comes to her rescue, and in his arms, she finds more than safety.
If Vike can’t protect Lacy, he’ll have to kill her. And for a bastard, what’s one woman worth when the entire world is in jeopardy?