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REVIEW:  Battle Scars by Sheryl Nantus

REVIEW: Battle Scars by Sheryl Nantus

Battle Scars by Sheryl Nantus

Dear Ms. Nantus,

I like to start out all of my reviews by thanking the author for taking the time to write a story that captivates and delights audiences. This one is no exception. Rebecca Desjardins is a somewhat outcast – both by choice and by the fact she’s mated to a full human reporter – Felis cat shifter. Yet family always finds a way to pull her back in. This time, it’s in the form of a job. She’s contracted to find a missing teenage Felis girl, and the case becomes complicated right from the start when it’s discovered the girl ran off with the son of her family’s archenemy. Together, Rebecca and her reporter boyfriend, Bran, take to the streets of Toronto to find the missing Juliet and her Romeo – embroiling Bran in a world he left behind and tangling Rebecca in a mass of intrigue and lies worse than any cat-infested yarn ball.

One of the things that stood out for me was Rebecca’s compassion. Given her job as a private investigator and the fact that she’d been so long estranged from her Pride, she shows a remarkable amount of restraint and care for other Pride members in somewhat untenable situations. That she feels so strongly about dragging Bran into things he so desperately wanted to forget and understanding of his sacrifice speaks well of her character – and seems so unlike a feline as to be unbelievable.

While the story was entertaining and I enjoyed getting to know the main characters, it was missing that spark of life. All of the pieces were there and they fit together in the right ways, but the overall picture was lackluster and somewhat tarnished. I had difficulty with descriptions of the Pride, as a whole, for example. I know cats. I know the feline temperament. I understand the mixing of humanity in with the supernatural and the need to remain hidden slash band together for safety in numbers, but no cat I’ve ever encountered in literature, media or real life would give any quarter when something stood between it and what it wanted. The repeated notion of “Pride doesn’t kill Pride” didn’t ring true for me. It was almost as though you were trying to apply canine pack law to felines – which is usually the point the feline looks at you and promptly goes to hork in your brand new shoes and shred the curtains. There were also several places where one of the characters would do something particularly cat-like, or openly talk about Pride business in front of humans (or taxi drivers – they seemed to be a species unto themselves) and there would be an immediate mention of the need for secrecy. I had a serious case of whiplash from going “But wait a minute, didn’t Rebecca just talk about Pride in front of a human …”

The Shakespearean aspect of the story, complete with young lovers from rival families, was a nice touch and gave the story more traction than I would have thought. I particularly liked the way you didn’t gloss over what life was like on the big city streets for young runaways and more mature homeless alike. It felt a little overbearing at times, however, as if this were a topic dear to your heart that you couldn’t –quite- let go of for the sake of the story.

“Battle Scars” is very aptly named. All of the scars, emotional and physical, are honestly earned during literal battles. They are a portion of the character’s road map in life and are displayed proudly throughout the story, in both subtle and overt ways. The fact that not all scars are physical, and not all of them heal, is readily apparent. But there is just something indefinable missing. There is a disconnect somewhere between the characters and the plot. Each one, on its own, is great, but they don’t quite mesh together smoothly. They work together, though perhaps not in the ways intended.

So, for this square peg in a round hole of a book, I must rate it a C-.

Mary Kate

As a reader who’s old enough to know better and young enough to not
care, I’ve breezed through the gamut of everything books have to
offer. As a child, I used to spend summer days happily ensconced in
one of the Philadelphia public libraries, reading everything and
anything I could get my hands on, thanks to the love and support of my
parents and aunts – teachers, mothers and/or librarians all. One aunt
started me with Nancy Drew books (whose pages are worn from hundreds
of re-reads) while another thought I needed introduced to C.S. Lewis’s
land of Narnia. By the time I was 8, I’d read everything the library’s
children’s section had to offer and had “graduated” to the adult room
downstairs. Fortunately for my very supportive parents’ sanity, I
didn’t discover romances until college. My days are currently spent
working in law enforcement (dispatchers unite!), working with first
responders, and trying to dig my writer/editor/reviewer husband out
from his latest pile of books. I’m a devoted fan of all manner of
romance (though I prefer my romance to have a hint of laughter and
self-awareness), mysteries, and urban fantasy.

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REVIEW:  Kinked by Thea Harrison

REVIEW: Kinked by Thea Harrison

Dear Ms. Harrison,

I’ve enjoyed the previous books in this series on audio – this is the first one I’ve read. Having listened to Sophie Eastlake narrate the previous five books though, I still heard her voice reading me the story as I devoured Kinked. I also have a confession to make.  Aryal was never my favourite Sentinel.  She’s difficult and abrasive and hard to like.  I have a thing for Graydon but Aryal never really caught my attention much.  Perhaps that was because she didn’t like Pia and I did?  Nevertheless, as much as I wasn’t Aryal’s number one fan I was still keen to read this book and see where your world building would take me next.

Kinked Thea Harrison

Recommended by Kati and Jane ( A | BN | K | S | G )* Paranormal Romance

What a surprise then to find that Aryal was an amazing heroine.  Spending time in her head gave me a new (and previously unheld) appreciation for her character. One of the things I enjoyed most about the book was that Quentin was not at all phased by her abrasive charm – in fact, he reveled in it and came to value it.  So Aryal realised new depths and revealed a softer side that perhaps even she didn’t know she had but she didn’t have to go through a personality transplant to find her HEA.  Aryal may be an unlikeable heroine but she is essentially the same person at the end of the book as she is at the beginning and for that alone you deserve the applause of Romance Stadium.  She didn’t have to conform to find love.  She didn’t need “fixing”.  I loved that. I can’t even tell you how much.

As it happened, Aryal and Quentin were perfect for each other – each of them driven and wild and just a little bit out of step with the rest of the world.

She quieted that internal whip that drove him because she became the whip, her soul as sharp as a knife.

He could cut himself on her, wrap her in his arms and be her buffer. Heal her from herself, bruise himself on her.

Let her heal him. Let her be his buffer.

They were so unapologetic, so kinked.

He said, “We’re perfect.”

The story begins closely after the end of Lord’s Fall – Quentin and Aryal are fighting and all the other Sentinels and Dragos are at their wit’s end  – Dragos sends them on an assignment together and orders them to work out their differences. They are to be away for at least two weeks, no longer than one month and if they don’t work out their differences, they will both lose their Sentinel positions.  Dragos is not fucking around here.  He is Over. It.   He sends them to Numenlaur – the elven Other land which was closed to everyone for many many years.  The Numenlaurians were held in thrall by Amras Gaeleval and those who survived the events in the previous book have not yet recovered sufficiently to return.  The way is open and Dragos wants Aryal and Quentin to scout around and ensure there is no looting and also to secure any sensitive items which may be unprotected.

I think the book works best if readers have read the previous books because it is easier to understand the world, the events that led to Quentin becoming a Sentinel, his and Aryal’s antipathy to one another, as well as the assignment Dragos gives them.  The romance is fairly enclosed so I suppose readers could pick this up as a stand alone, but I don’t think they would get as much out of it if they didn’t understand the background to this point.

On the way to Numenlaur, the sexual awareness of each other which has recently bloomed becomes an itch which has to be scratched.  Aryal and Quentin make a bargain with each other – fifteen minutes each totally in the other’s control.  As is so often the case in romance fiction, such a bargain only leaves them wanting more.  That, and the way they have to work together, how they actually start talking to one another, has each of them reconsidering their previous plan to arrange for someone to conveniently kill the other while they are away – thus solving the Sentinel problem.

When they get to Numenlaur, things there are eerie and incredibly sad.  And something or someone is watching them.  The main action does only traverse two weeks or so, but the pressure cooker environment and their previous two years of sniping at and baiting each other meant that I had no difficulty in buying into their romance.  Even when they hated one another, they each also respected the other’s strengths and abilities.  As they are forced to trust and rely on one another, their bond deepens.  And when they are threatened and their lives hang in the balance, they find in each other a true partner.  And, through it all, they remain true to their characters – while there is tenderness,

As the panther found his peace, the harpy stroked his hair and discovered tenderness. Then everything that lay twisted between them came clear as they reached the heart of the labyrinth they had been traveling together.

there is plenty of snark too.

He paused to make sure that sank in. Then he said, “Number four. There are people who love you. Niniane and Grym. Hell, maybe Grym is right, and Dragos does too. Graydon’s pretty mad at you, but you know he loves you.” He took a deep breath. It was time to throw himself on his sword. “Me.”

Her eyes dilated until they were mostly black. “You?”

“Yeah, don’t dwell on it,” he said. Okay, he was done now.

I completely bought into their partnership and their mating.

There was also plenty of action to the story and some very sad moments too.  I think the villian of the piece was lightly drawn.  I was so caught up in Aryal and Quentin and their perspectives of events that I didn’t really notice until very near the end, but her motivations were only very lightly touched upon and although she caused a lot of damage, she wasn’t featured strongly as a character.  I found the pacing of the book fine while I was reading it but it occurred to me afterwards that there is a huge flurry of activity and information right near the end  and up until then it was mostly about Quentin and Aryal working out their relationship (vastly entertaining as it was).  This didn’t bother me all that much, as I’m primarily a romance reader but those looking for a more evenly balanced mix of action and romance might find it a bit uneven.

In some respects, this book reminded me (in a good way) of Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels series – perhaps that was in the nature of the magic that was used, I’m not sure.  It was sexy and romantic and refreshingly different.  I really liked it.  I give it a B+.

“I think you might be both my suicide and my salvation.” And he needed her for both. “I love you like a heart attack, woman.”




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