Kate Daniels, Book 5
Synopsis: Plagued by a war between magic and technology, Atlanta has never been so deadly. Good thing Kate Daniels is on the job.
Kate Daniels may have quit the Order of Merciful Aid, but she’s still knee-deep in paranormal problems. Or she would be if she could get someone to hire her. Starting her own business has been more challenging than she thought it would be—now that the Order is disparaging her good name. Plus, many potential clients are afraid of getting on the bad side of the Beast Lord, who just happens to be Kate’s mate.
So when Atlanta’s premier Master of the Dead calls to ask for help with a vampire on the loose, Kate leaps at the chance of some paying work. But it turns out that this is not an isolated incident. Kate needs to get to the bottom of it—and fast, or the city and everyone dear to her might pay the ultimate price…
Review: I decided that in this review I will not mention Curran’s name. Otherwise, you’ll think he’s obsessing me, and I’m not like that. It’s not a little lion (who has a chest that makes me behave like a goldfish) that will turn my brain. Not at all!
Kate’s life has changed a lot lately. She settled in the fortress of the one who-devilishly-well-wears-jogging and must learn to live with a pack of metamorphs that follows one or more specific protocols. It is not easy when you know that she has just opened her own private detective agency and that she is determined to prove herself so that we do not think that she is only the girlfriend of the shirtless-god-naked-with-sharp-theeth. But if it was only that, here her niece (who is not really that) comes to live with them, and obviously, very ugly things fall on the corner of their nose.
To say that I liked this volume would be an euphemism. Kate Daniels is one of the rare series that gains in quality over the years, and it’s not because there is the too-sexy-lion in it. Action, tenderness, humor, I was not bored for a minute. He-who-has-shoulders-to-unhook-the-jaws is more touching than ever, and Kate continues to move me.
Well, there is still a problem, a huge problem (and I’m not talking about the attributes of the-god-feline): the following volume is not yet translated into French! Argggg, how am I going to do?
PS: You saw, not once did I say his name! I am proud of myself!