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REVIEW:  Rhythm and Bluegrass by Molly Harper

REVIEW: Rhythm and Bluegrass by Molly Harper


Kentucky Tourism Commission employee Bonnie Turkle is up Mud Creek without a paddle. When she gets permission from the state historical society to restore the McBride’s Music Hall to its former glory, she thinks the community will welcome her with open arms. But instead, her plans interfere with a proposal to sell the property to a factory that would bring much-needed jobs to the town.

Even though it’s his family’s heritage Bonnie is trying to preserve, Mayor Will McBride is more concerned with the welfare of his people than memories of the past. Even though Will finds her optimistic sentimentality extremely annoying, he can’t stop himself from kissing Bonnie senseless.

With an inspection deadline looming, and local saboteurs ruining her restoration, Bonnie must find a way to compromise with Will to save McBride’s, and hopefully get more kisses in the process.

Dear Ms. Harper,

I was hoping you’d continue this charming series and I got my wish. However you switched up heroines on me and here’s fair warning that when Kelsey gets her turn, I expect fireworks of romance. She deserves it. In the meantime, I enjoyed dedicated historian Bonnie creating a slow burn with Roadside Cowboy/Mayor Will McBride as they enjoy burgoo and save Mud Creek, Kentucky.

Rhythm and Bluegrass by Molly HarperI’ve spoken with Jane and some of the other reviewers here and expressed my viewpoint on the “heroine goes all out to save Moose Spit, Montana” plot. Generally those gives me hives. Had I not already been vested in this series, I might have popped an antihistamine after reading the blurb. Mud Creek is only a short distance from Mud Flap on the register of cutesy small town names but once heroine Bonnie got within fire station response of this town, all thoughts of cute fled.

These people are feisty, proud of their town yet practical too. Bonnie’s decision to fast track the old music hall into a museum instead of merely salvaging what she can to send to other places doesn’t sit well when they’re the ones who might lose the jobs they desperately need to keep the town alive. But despite the blurb, no one physically sabotages anything, thank goodness. They just let her and the Kentucky Tourism office know their thoughts in no uncertain terms. Yet it’s this conflict that brings out Bonnie’s best efforts. There has to be a way for both sides to win and she knuckles down and finds it. Once she does, the town steps up and acknowledges her efforts.

I like that aside from an unflattering newspaper article and some pointed letters, no one gets ugly to her face. These people are civilized adults and not whack jobs. We also see Bonnie hard at work at what she loves and does best – saving the past but in a way that’s interesting and not dry as dust. She wants to do right by the Music Hall and also the people of the town she’s coming to feel home in and that comes through in her actions and in the telling of the story.

There has to be a romance though and this is a good one. Bonnie and Will meet over the flaming wreck of her SUV and instantly sparks of attraction fly. They get to talk and laugh and dance and talk a lot more as Bonnie peels back the layers behind Will’s opposition to the museum. He has good reasons beyond merely being stubborn because the plot needs it. Bone deep reasons color his actions yet those items never change the way he’s starting to feel about Bonnie, even as he tries to derail the idea he thinks will be the death knell of the town and people he loves. When things turn out otherwise, he mans up and admits it and is willing to let Bonnie reach for what he thinks she wants in life.

Bonnie, however, wants Will and by the time the smoking hot – yet also fun – sex arrives, it means something to their relationship and to me. I’m invested enough that it’s not just empty “3 pages of bed bopping by pg 50.” They’ve built something deeper by then and the wait for the payoff is so worth it.

I am delighted with book two in the this series, happy to recommend it and waiting impatiently for who’s next. B+


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REVIEW:  Night Blade by J. C. Daniels

REVIEW: Night Blade by J. C. Daniels

Dear J. C. Daniels:

I don’t remember the last time I sped so quickly from one book in a series to the next. Much of that is to do with the fact that I usually have to wait at least a year in between installments of my favorite urban fantasy series. But, in this case, I came to the Colbana Files with two books already out, and I’m not too proud to say I read the last word of Blade Song, immediately downloaded a copy of Night Blade to my Nook, and began reading without blinking an eye. Much of that is to do with the fact that by the end of the first book, Kit, Damon, and the various and sundry denizens of East Orlando had me thoroughly absorbed in their world. I did wonder, idly, how my feelings would fare in the second book. From the opening lines, it becomes clear that a matter of months have passed since the tumultuous events of Blade Song. I liked the fact that things happen in the intervening time, that Kit has been working jobs as usual, that Damon has been dealing with the fractious clan of cats, that they haven’t been waiting around for me to get things done. As for me, I fell back into their days without a ripple and, from that point on, the pace didn’t let up once.

Night Blade (Colbana Files #2) by J.C. DanielsKit never expected to find happiness. It’s not an emotion she’s had cause to become acquainted with. And while she’s suitably loath to label what she’s experiencing now as such, she’d be a fool to deny the fact that life as she knows it changed for the better after Damon Lee walked into her life. Far from joined at the hip, the solitary PI and the reluctant alpha spend the majority of their days separate, mired in the demands of their jobs. Between her clients and his clan, they’re hard pressed to find time alone to talk, let alone attempt to navigate the tightrope that is their tenuous bond. And when a former significant other and current agent for the non-human law enforcement agency known as BANNER darkens Kit’s door with an offer she literally can’t refuse, it lays the first brick in a wall she’s afraid will permanently separate her from that glimpse of happiness. Apparently, select members of the Council have been dropping like flies, and her ex Justin informs her that Damon is the lead suspect in the case. Justin’s on a timeline to provide some shred of proof Damon isn’t behind the deaths before he’s scheduled for execution, and he wants Kit to join forces with him. Wants it bad enough he’s willing to spell her with a magical gag, making it impossible for her to talk about their clandestine mission. Backed into a corner, Kit hits the ground running, determined to clear Damon’s name even if it means alienating him along the way.

I’ll go ahead and say I was worried the enforced secret-keeping would grow irksome, driving an unnecessary wedge between two characters I admired. I didn’t want to lose my respect for them so soon, and I really didn’t want to be forced to sit back and watch them tear each other apart at the hands of a careworn plot device. I should have known better. There is nothing tired or flimsy about this story, and for every ounce of sweat I shed watching Kit suffer in silence, an equal measure of sensitivity and respect grew as I watched her in action. Which is not to say that crippling amounts of pain and anguish do not lie beyond this point. But the dramatically high stakes served to illuminate the nature of Kit and Damon’s bond, for the reader but for Kit as well. If I was surprised at how protective I felt of these two in the first book, it was nothing compared to my level of attachment in the second. Chief among my concerns going in was how well the “established” relationship would fare so early on in a series. Used to couples that take books and books to come to some sort of agreement, I had no idea what to expect from this more accelerated structure. The liberal dose of wit and palpable charisma with which Kit and Damon are painted puts me in mind of Ilona Andrews’ Kate and Curran.

I stroked my hand down the grip of my blade and turned away from the window. “I don’t have time for this. They’re out in the parking lot and my shadow-cum-babysitter is smirking like this is all very amusing to her.”


Making a face at the phone, I said, “Yes. Her.”

“He’s sending Megan.”

“Yes.” Some of the tension had faded from his voice. I knew him well enough to figure out just what had caused at least some of the tension. My inner child lurks very close to the surface at times and she escaped my grasp before I could stop her. “I tried to get him to send that big piece of meat in a suit, but I don’t think he likes me.”

“Piece of meat?”

“Yeah.” Rocking back on my heels, I stared at the wolf in question and smiled. “I think he’d like to be you, but he’s not doing a good job of it. Still, I thought he’d make interesting conversation—“

“Kit. Are you trying to make me kill somebody?”

I laughed. “No. If I wanted to do that, I’d discuss something other than his conversation skills.”

When they’re not snarling at each other or bending over backwards to save the other’s life, they’re really disarmingly charming. Which is why when things go to hell in a hand basket, it’s so difficult to maintain any sort of readerly composure. I failed just miserably. As I said, the whole thing builds steadily, and the ominous crisis I thought I knew was coming still managed to take me by surprise. Fully immersed in Kit’s head, I never saw it coming.

The few friends and allies Kit has amassed in the course of her work offset her solitude to a degree, and I loved the additional insight we get into all of their backgrounds, especially Doyle (Damon’s ward and the young werecat she saved in the first book) and Colleen (the rogue witch who heals her on an alarmingly frequent basis).

This was Damon’s closest friend.

He trusted nobody the way he trusted Chang. Raking my nails down my forearm, I turned and stared at the man waiting patiently behind the table. “Have you ever had to do a job that you hated with every fiber of your being?”

He inclined his head. “At times. I usually try to find a way to avoid such jobs.”

“Sometimes you can’t. Because it’s the only way to take care of things that matter most.” I was able to force those words out, but just barely. The binding weighed in closer and closer, making it hard to breathe. “Sometimes, the only way to care for those things is to do something that leaves you feeling sick, twisted, broken inside.”

“Whatever you’re protecting, if it’s worth that much . . . it will work out,” Chang said gently.

I stared at him for a long, aching moment. “I hope so.”

Oh, Kit. I finished Night Blade in a state of mind similar to the one I found myself in while reading the final pages of Catching Fire. The ending is not a cliffhanger, per se, but the Big Bad gets alarmingly free reign in the last section. And once all the bad things have happened and the calm after the storm unfurls, I came to myself throbbing with pain and incandescently angry at every last person but Kit. Rage aside, I love it when an author isn’t afraid to change the name of the game. If I wasn’t exactly prepared for the level of hell this story was headed for, I was more than willing to wade through it for Kit. Provided I don’t have to wait an entire year to find out what happens next. A-


Angie is a bookish sort with a soft spot for urban fantasy, YA, historicals, and mysteries. Ever since she read The Witch of Blackbird Pond and made the acquaintance of one Nat Eaton, stories with no romantic subplot need not apply. Her favorite authors include Robin McKinley, Juliet Marillier, Sharon Shinn, Mary Stewart, Megan Whelan Turner, Kristin Cashore, Patricia Briggs, Ilona Andrews, and Ellen Emerson White. You can find Angie at her blog or on Twitter @angiebookgirl.

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