Beneath the Skin (Maker's Song Series #3)

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The dark pieces of vampire rock star Dante Baptiste's past are violently emerging, and it is only a matter of time before the Fallen discover he is the creawdwr they have sought for thousands of years. The destruction he left behind in Oregon threatens to reveal his identity as Fallen ...

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The dark pieces of vampire rock star Dante Baptiste's past are violently emerging, and it is only a matter of time before the Fallen discover he is the creawdwr they have sought for thousands of years. The destruction he left behind in Oregon threatens to reveal his identity as Fallen Maker and True Blood, exposing the young nightkind to shadowy predators — mortal and supernatural — who will do whatever it takes to win his favor...or destroy him.


When beautiful FBI special agent Heather Wallace went AWOL on assignment, she chose irresistible Dante over the shady government forces that now stalk them both. Heather has her own secrets of the past to uncover, but she is also the only one who can hold her nightkind lover together when his dangerous quest for the truth threatens to send him over the edge. And as she and Dante fi ght for their survival, she realizes they must work together to protect their future — before his mysterious destiny tears them apart....

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439137291
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 12/29/2009
  • Series: Maker's Song Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 956,243
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Adrian Phoenix lives in Oregon with three cats and travels to New Orleans whenever possible.

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Seattle, WA

March 25

Emmett Thibodaux stood at the threshold of the victim's home office, light from the hallway casting his shadow across the body on the floor.

FBI SAC Alberto Rodriguez was stretched out on the carpet like a man seeking relief for an aching back. But the thick, coppery reek of blood and the crackling of police radios from the living room told a different story.

Emmett flipped on the light.

Rodriguez stared up at the glass-domed ceiling light with half-lidded, milky eyes. His throat looked shredded, savaged. Blood had soaked into the front of his pale blue sweater, staining it a dark maroon that matched the blood halo soaked into the carpet around his head.

"Christ, did his daughter see him like this?" Emmett asked.

"No," his partner, Merri Goodnight, murmured from just behind him. He heard the whisper of suede against his windbreaker as she leaned forward to look into the murder room. Caught a faint whiff of cloves. "Not according to what Abano told me. The kid only saw the perps. She didn't know about her dad."

"Abano? The fed in charge of the scene?"

"You mean the fed that was in charge of the scene?" Merri replied dryly. "That'd be him."

"No doubt he's one unhappy camper at the moment."

"Given that the vic's one of their own, that's putting it mildly."

"Yeah, well, wonder how he'd feel to learn that some of his own might be involved in the killing," Emmett murmured. "The feds'll be even unhappier when they realize we're shutting this crime scene down altogether."

Controlling and sanitizing the situation. A clean wipe. Scraping clinkers into the furnace to watch them burn, as his granddad used to say. No matter how you put it, the result was the same. Events were being altered at best and erased at worst.

A necessary evil in his line of work.

From the front room, Emmett caught a low murmur of voices from the TV that no one had turned off, hoping to catch the result of the Garcia-Dowd middleweight championship bout and the latest sports scores while processing the scene. No more police radio static or low, irked mutters.

The Bureau's people had vacated along with the Seattle PD's people. Hell, maybe they had all gone to a local tavern to brew up a booze-fueled bitchfest about the Shadow Branch's glory-stealing theft of their case.

But nothing was ever what it seemed to be. Especially here.

Emmett stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the spatters of blood marring the cream-colored carpet near the threshold. He caught a faint whiff of piss just under the blood reek.

"ETA for our cleanup crew is ten minutes," Merri said. "Gillespie's supposed to drop by with instructions from HQ."

"Wonder what's taking so long? Usually Gillespie's first on scene."

"HQ probably put the chief on hold while they were busy trying to figure out who to smear the sticky, gooey blame on. Once they have that figured out..."

"Heads are gonna roll," Emmett agreed. He allowed his gaze to rove around the room, ticking off each item he saw as normal or not, a mental what's-wrong-with-this-picture game that he played at each assignment. Hell, not just at assignments or crime scenes anymore. He found himself doing it everywhere he went — at Safeway, the mall, in a movie theater, picking up the kids from school.

Gun on the carpet against the north wall, a Smith & Wesson — not normal.

Desk with neatly parked chair — normal. Black, four-drawer file cabinet — normal.

Opened gun safe containing a single box of ammo — probably not normal.

And the late Alberto Rodriguez sprawled on the carpet in a drying pool of his own blood — well, hell, not even close to normal.

But normal had nothing to do with what had happened in this house.

"Abano and his people have no clue about vampires," Merri said, as though reading Emmett's mind. But he knew she hadn't; that was an issue they'd hashed out years ago. "They think Rodriguez was killed by multiple slash and stab wounds to the throat. And I sure as hell wasn't going to enlighten them."

Emmett chuckled. "They wouldn't've believed you anyway."

"Not at first," Merri said, a smile quirking at the corners of her mouth. "You didn't either, as I recall."

"Still don't," Emmett drawled.

Merri folded her arms across her chest, slung her weight onto one hip, and arched an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Don't make me prove it to you, Thibodaux. Again."

Emmett shook his head, smiling. "Once was enough, thanks." He pinched up his trousers at the thighs, then crouched down beside Rodriguez's body. The man's ruined throat had been pierced and torn by sharp teeth.

"Not the neatest work I've ever seen," Merri said, her voice pitched low, and now right beside him. After five years of working together, her speed and stealth no longer startled him. Most times, he even forgot what she was.

"Looks to me like one outta control vamp." Emmett glanced up at his partner.

Merri tilted her head, her dark brown eyes studying all that remained of Special Agent in Charge Alberto Rodriguez, husband, father, Bureau man. "Young vamp, maybe. Or hungry as hell." She shifted and glanced back at the doorway and Emmett followed her gaze.

High-velocity blood spatter speckled the doorway's wood frame and the peach-colored wall beside it. "Looks like Rodriguez got one good shot off, though," she said.

"He did." Emmett agreed.

Merri nodded at the gun on the carpet. "For all it was worth."

"So what stopped the vamp from killing Rodriguez's daughter?" Emmett said. "Why didn't he snatch up that kid and drain her dry?"

"Good question." Merri crouched down beside Emmett and he smelled spice and cloves from the cigarettes she smoked. "And I think I have the answer."

"Yeah? Let's hear it, then, Goodnight," Emmett said, his voice a low drawl, a little bit of Louisiana creeping in underneath his words. "You gonna tell me this vamp's got a soft spot for kids?"

Merri shook her head and her straightened black hair, gathered and glossed into a high and neat ponytail, swung like a pendulum across her shoulder blades. "Nope. Someone else shot him again."

"Yeah? Who?"

A smug smile curved Merri's rosy full lips. She lifted her hand and displayed a small, slender dart pinched between two fingers. "One of the other perps dropped the vamp with a trank gun. I relieved Abano's techs of the one they'd bagged while processing the scene. But they missed finding the dart in the carpet."

Emmett grinned. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

"Because I'm a better field agent than you'll ever be?"

"That'd be it."

"Truth, brothah," Merri said, then chuckled, the sound warm and throaty. She slid the dart into an inside pocket of her black suede jacket. "Makes me wonder what else they missed."

"Truth, sistah. I'm guessing tons, but it doesn't matter. It's never going to court." Emmett rose to his feet, his knees creaking with the movement. An annoying new voice in the bodychoir his joints, tendons, and bones had orchestrated ever since he'd turned forty. A body-choir that sang loud and strong when it rained. Given that he lived in Seattle, the singing was almost year-round and lusty as hell.

Looks like all those years of karate sparring are catching up with me.

"Do we know for certain that feds are involved in this?" Merri asked.

"HQ just said it was possible and to keep everything hush-hush until the perps were positively identified," Emmett said, offering a hand up to his partner.

Merri snorted. "When isn't something hush-hush?" She grasped his hand, her dark brown skin bleaching out his hard-won tan, and he pulled all five foot nothing of her up onto her booted feet. "It isn't called the Shadow Branch for nothing."

"Sing it, sistah. Wanna bet that even the director's dumps are classified?"

Merri shook her head. "Man, that's nasty. What's the matter with — " She straightened, her hand sliding free of his, her alert posture reminding Emmett of a hunting dog on point. She swiveled smoothly to face the doorway. "Our people are here."

Emmett heard the front door open, then click shut. A cold draft of air swept into the room and goosebumped his skin. He heard the squeak of wheels underneath the background noise of the TV, felt the thud of footsteps coming up the hall.

"Three," Merri murmured. "And Gillespie's reeking of Jovan Musk as usual. Maybe that's why his wife left him."

"Christ, Merri."

"Just saying."

A white-uniformed medic with a neat 'fro and hipster black-framed rectangular glasses paused at the doorway. He nodded at Rodriguez's body. "He ready to go?"

"More than ready," Merri said.

The medic stepped aside as Merri and Emmett walked from the room. They passed the gurney parked in the hall waiting to receive Rodriguez's remains and the blonde female medic standing at its head. She nodded as they passed, a nod Emmett returned.

SB Section Chief Sam Gillespie stood in front of the sofa, his hair buzz-cut to black stubble, the outline revealing a hairline in high retreat. At six one, he stood two inches shorter than Emmett, his skin just a shade lighter than Merri's. Beads of rain glistened on his wire-framed glasses and on the shoulders and collar of his deep blue Gore-Tex jacket. He held the handle of a black satchel in his right hand.

Gillespie's lips stretched into the taut line that he considered a smile. "Thibodaux," he greeted. "Goodnight."

"Chief," Emmett returned, stopping beside the sofa. His gaze fell upon a mug resting on the coffee table. The red letters etched upon its white surface read GROUCH, a mug Rodriguez was most likely sipping from just a few hours ago, unaware that death was climbing in through the laundry room window.

"Chief," Merri muttered as she strode past him to the front door. She flung it open, drawing in deep breaths of the moist air in noisy, drama-queen style. Rain pattered against the front steps and along the crime-scene-taped-off paving stones leading to the front door.

Gillespie was a little heavy-handed with the cologne, but at the moment, Emmett was grateful to smell something besides blood and piss and death.

"How's Rodriguez's daughter doing?" Emmett asked.

"Okay, I imagine," Gillespie said. "Her memory's been scrubbed by now."

"Christ," Merri muttered from the doorway. "She's just a kid."

"One who's still alive," Gillespie said, "because of the memory scrub. In the bad old days, she would've been turned into another victim of this official and tragic 'burglary gone wrong.' "

Emmett nodded, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers. True enough. Lost time, missing memories, and a few misfiring synapses were a helluva lot better than the cold and permanent alternative.

But nothing said he had to like either option.

"Seems the Bureau has a few rotten apples in the proverbial barrel." Gillespie dropped the satchel onto the carpet. "The daughter positively IDed the suspects as FBI SAC Lyons, SA Wallace, and Dante Prejean — a vamp member of some top secret project."

Emmett whistled. "Wallace? Wasn't she just named as a hero by the Bureau a couple of weeks ago for taking down that serial killer?"

"The Cross-Country Killer — Elroy Jordan," Merri supplied from the doorway.

Gillespie nodded. "She was. But she ran into Prejean during the course of that investigation. It's now believed he corrupted her."

Merri snorted. "If he did, then he was only working what was already inside her."

Gillespie lanced a cold, icicle-sharp gaze her way. "Wallace just kicked her career into the gutter, Goodnight, and after she'd been offered the Seattle SAC position. Her service record was sparkling with intelligence, ability, and drive — full of promise. I think corrupted by bloodsucker is as good an explanation as any."

Emmett agreed, but he kept that opinion unvoiced. A rush of cold air smelling of cloves and rain swirled to a stop beside him.

"No offense," Gillespie said.

Merri held his gaze for a moment before asking in a crisp voice, "So what's the lowdown, Chief?"

"We're confiscating all evidence gathered by the SPD and the FBI," Gillespie said, his gaze traveling around the living room, as if envisioning how the scene would be officially reimagined and restaged. "We're making sure that statements already given to the SPD and the feds by the Rodriguez girl and her neighbors vanish."

"Any of the neighbors facing a wipe?" Merri asked.

Gillespie shrugged. "Could be. That's for someone else to decide."

"What kinda TSP was Prejean a part of ?" Emmett asked.

"HQ's playing this one real close to the vest," Gillespie replied. "All I was told was that it was a joint project — us and the feds — devoted to the study of sociopaths."

The image of Rodriguez's ravaged throat and empty eyes popped into Emmett's mind. The study of sociopaths. A chill touched his spine.

"In other words, their monster slipped its leash and they want us to fetch it. Do I have that right, Chief?" Merri said.

Gillespie nodded. "Pretty much."

Emmett nudged the satchel with the brown toe of his Dingo boot. "What's that?"

A wry smile tugged up one corner of Gillespie's mouth. "It's your monster-catching kit. Cuffs, drugs, chains."

"We know how to handle vampires," Emmett said. "Monster or not."

"Not this vampire. He's enhanced."

"Enhanced?" Merri asked. "You fucking kidding me?" She dropped a hand to her hip, her dark brown gaze direct and challenging. "Why the hell would anyone enhance a vamp? It's not like we need it."

"I wasn't enlightened on that account," Gillespie said. He removed his glasses, held them up to the overhead light, and peered at the rain-spotted lenses. "But I was told that adrenaline implants to boost his speed, dexterity, and strength had been installed. So be prepared — he's going to be a helluva lot faster than you'll expect."

The chief had never been a good liar and his little oh-look-my-glasses-are-dirty routine gave away the lie. He knew a lot more than he'd just handed out about the enhanced vamp. Emmett tapped a listen close finger against the back of Merri's hand.

"Our assignment, Chief?" Emmett said.

Gillespie slid his glasses back on. "Intercept and detain our perps. Prejean is priority one, Wallace priority two, Lyons number three." He slipped a hand inside his Gore-Tex jacket and withdrew a plastic-encased flash drive that he handed to Emmett. "All pertinent data including files, photos, destination, and instructions. Study it on your way to Damascus."

The medics, the blonde in the lead, wheeled the gurney and its dark, plastic-body-bagged contents through the living room and out the open front door, wheels thumping down the steps. The male medic pulled the door shut behind him.

Even through the fog of Jovan Musk, Emmett caught the nostril-pinching stench of blood and death.

"Our perps are in Damascus, Oregon?" Emmett asked, curling his fingers around the flash drive, tucking it tight against his palm.

Gillespie nodded. "We have reason to believe that Lyons might've taken Prejean home. Satellite scans of the area and of Lyons's home in particular revealed Wallace's Trans Am and Lyons's Dodge Ram parked in the driveway."

"A safe bet that Prejean's with them," Merri commented.

"HQ's thought too," Gillespie said as he walked around the sofa to the hallway. He stopped in front of the murder room. "And they've got a good five or six hours' head start, so move your asses. We've got a plane waiting for you at Sea-Tac. Rendezvous with Holmes and Miklowitz at the airport and bring them up to speed. You got stay-awake pills, Goodnight?"

Merri nodded. "I do."

"Good." Gillespie's jacket rustled as he folded his arms over his chest. He stared into the office.

Slipping the flash drive into his trouser pocket, Emmett bent and wrapped his fingers around the satchel's handle. "Chief," he said, straightening. "Is there anything else we should know about the project or Prejean's enhancements?"

Gillespie swiveled around to face them, the lenses of his glasses reflecting light, his arms still folded over his chest. "I wish I knew," he said quietly. "Be careful out there. Don't take any chances — especially with Prejean. Hell, not even with Wallace and Lyons. I know HQ wants them alive, but it's not worth your lives. Not to me."

"Might be better to take our time and wait for Prejean to Sleep," Merri said.

"Maybe so," Emmett said. "But then he could hole up someplace we won't find him. So I think moving our asses is our best option."

"Then let's hit the friendly skies and catch us some bad mofos."

"Truth, sistah."

"Be careful," Gillespie said again, voice low. His gaze once again fixed on the office's blood-spattered interior. "And that's a direct order."

"Roger that, Chief." Emmett exchanged a glance with Merri as he strode for the front door and the fresh air beyond. Doubt and a frown pinched the skin between her eyes. A dark realization glimmered in her eyes, the same realization rolling around in Emmett's skull.

He and Merri were being ordered into the forested hills of Damascus on a goddamned bureaucratic ass-covering operation without knowing the truth of what they were up against.

A monster waited for them in the forest's dark heart, a monster who savaged a man in his own home, but left his daughter untouched.

A monster named Dante Prejean.

Copyright © 2010 by Adrian Phoenix

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  • Posted April 6, 2011

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    Just when I thought it couldn't get any better!!

    I was wrong!! As unbelivable as it maight sound, the plot gets more twisted, unexpected, and complex. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, so much that I had to start book #4 right away after finishing this one.

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  • Posted January 8, 2010

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    This is the third book in the series by Adrian Phoenix, in this part of the saga you are taken on a trip with Heather, Dante, Von, and Annie. Besides the four you get to see a lot of interactions with the SB branch and FBI. This book has A LOT of detail on the SB and the agents who work for them, you also get to meet some new Vamps and get more details about the lives and motives of some of the other characters Phoenix has already introduced

    As part of the series this book was good, not really great because it was too detailed. At some parts you just wanted to stop reading while in others you couldn't stop. As with the other two books in the series the whole book does not go from only Heather's/Dante's/Von's/Annie's point of view but others, but unlike the other books this one tends to detail and explain more from others point of view then the main four. All in all a great addition to the series, but if your a Dante/Heather fan you are left a little disappointed that you don't get to read from them much.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2012


    Love the whole series.

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  • Posted August 28, 2010

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    Disappointed- Too many characters and open story lines

    This book was all over the place! First of all, who approves the cover art for this series, and can anyone explain who the dark-haired, leather-wearing, tatooed woman is? I know, don't judge a book by the cover...

    The general idea of this book is great- I'm intrigued by Dante, Heather, and Von, and greatly enjoyed the approximately 1/4 of the book in which we are "with" them. The book begins exactly where the last one left off. Heather and Dante come together again (even if a little awkwardly), and are constantly being pursued by the FBI, SB, Fallen, and anyone else the author could imagine throwing in. There was entirely TOO MUCH FBI/SB character development. I really don't care about Gillespie's drinking problem or that his wife left him. I actually couldn't keep track of all the agents and who they are and how they fit it, there were entirely too many of them, and they really don't add anything to the story or give us further insights about the "main" characters.

    Ok, I get it- everyone's has their reasons for trying to kill or capture Dante, but it was almost as if the author was adding characters throughout the book out of nowhere just to add more to the list! If I were to guess, by the end of this book, I would say the author has given Dante and/or Heather approximately no less than 15 entities chasing after them. How does the author ever hope to resolve all the doors she's opened in this book alone? I understand that this is a series, but from my experience, shouldn't at least some things get resolved by the end of the book?

    I feel like the author has spread herself too thin. She makes a big deal out of Heather researching and needing to know more about her mother's death at the beginning of the book, but that gets totally lost by the middle of the book. That part of the story line is either important, or it's not. The author also gives Heather these flashbacks of her mother's last minutes before her death, but we never learn what these are about or why she's having them. And now she's dragged Heather's sister Annie along for this ride, and truthfully, I can see why she's there, but her character has been left only partially developed.

    Then there's all the intrigue among The Fallen. Until the end of the book, the sections where we read about their stories left me a little empty.

    Plus, there's only so many times I can read the exact same flashbacks of Chloe from Dante. Let's move on here, shall we?

    If you're expecting great character development between Dante and Heather, or even Von, Simone, or Silver, you will be as disappointed as I was. They all seem to have gotten lost among those pursuing Dante, and the personal dramas of all the FBI & SB characters introduced here. I'm sure I'll read the next in the series, but only to see if or how the author plans to resolve all the storylines she's introduced in this book! There really are much better books out there in this genre, I only hope the author's editor decides to actually read the next book before it's published....

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  • Posted March 4, 2010

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    Intense Supernatural Thriller

    This third installment entertains the reader with thriller-like intensity, edgy characters and a unique punk-rock vampire/fallen-angel protagonist named Dante. The multiple plot lines are lightning paced and follow the actions of myriad individuals, (including personnel from the FBI and the government's secretive 'Shadow Branch' as well as vamps and human servants from various vampiric families/hierarchies), as they attempt to capture, kill, influence, aid, possess or use Dante. Several plot threads also follow the experiences of Dante and his entourage as they evade capture, manage Dante's nightmares/seizures and ultimately respond. All the story lines in this book are fast and engrossing. Personally, I revel in Dante's quick-silver anger and impetuous decisions/actions, and root for him to overcome his tortured youth and malicious programming. This book really intensifies the ongoing story and leaves the reader anxiously wanting to know what's going to happen next. It's a great combination of thriller and supernatural fantasy with a uniquely magnetic protagonist.

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  • Posted February 24, 2010

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    I liked her previous 2 books related to this story, but I can say that I skipped entire chapters of this books, because I didn't like it much.

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  • Posted January 8, 2010

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    The Fallen Maker

    I strongly recommend you read the previous books in this series (Rush of Wings and In the Blood) before reading this book.  This installment picks up exactly where In the Blood leaves-off. 
    Dante, Heather, Annie and Von are now on the lamb.  Dante's true blood vampire and the "creawdwr" Maker identities have been unveiled to some of the most crooked souls on earth and in Gehenna (land where the fallen angels dwell).  He is relentlessly and violently pursued by all, including the government's non-existent Shadow Branch division, for their own nefarious reasons.  There simply is no hiding place on earth or in Gehenna for Dante. 
    In the previous novel, Dante was kidnapped and had the mental shields that protected him from his past forcibly shattered.  With no mental safeguards in place, the guilt from his involuntary hideous deeds of the past is unraveling his mind.  Heather has been the one constant sanctuary for Dante, an anchor to help keep him in the present, instead of reliving nightmares of his past.
    From Dante's birth, he has drifted from one foul slave owner to the next.  His existence is full of tragedy and pain.  Even in the face of rape and violence, Dante still has a heart of gold and never mutates into the sociopath everyone was anticipating. 
    I really enjoyed this installment.  My only complaint is at times it was a little confusing to differentiate between all the secondary characters and keep track of the present and past.  Besides that issue, this installment was a hit!  The dark, fast-paced, thrilling-action and suspense kept me riveted to each page.  There were some parts that were so violent and bleak; it was almost too painful to read. The story absorbed my attention so deeply, I was actually sad when the book ended. This latest installment left me with an insatiable craving for more; it's hard to believe I have to wait a whole year for the next installment.  
    For those wondering what genre this series falls under, I categorize it as a dark urban fantasy romance.  I highly recommend this book to fellow dark urban fantasy readers and look forward to the next book Etched In Bone due out 12/2010.

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  • Posted January 3, 2010

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    Beneath the Skin ... not so much

    When I started this series I started with book two,,, read one chapter and ran out to by book one so I could start the series properly KNOWING I was going to love it... and I DID! One and two knocked my socks off and earned a spot on my "keep" shelf. When Skin came out I wanted to refresh so I read Wings and Blood again as a prelude to Skin. BIG DISSAPOINTMENT here. I found the book to be jamped packed with dream sequence and italic references to things tha occurred in books one and two. The reader will have to struggle to Chapter TEN before there is a single scene BETWEEN Dante and Heather and THEN it's not all that. Dante is in and out sezures so frequently *I* wanted to find Gehenna just to escape. I'm hanging in there for book four but as for taking up space on my shelf??... sorry Adrian.... give me more Dante - Heather - Lucien and Von and trim the fat on the supporting cast!

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  • Posted December 30, 2009

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    Awesome book!

    This book was amazing. I stumbled on to this series and have loved each book. Being drawn into the life of Dante Baptiste and Heather Wallace leaves you wanting more. The books are each written well. The world of the Fallen and the vampires that the author has woven are great. Definately way better and more intense than the Twilight seires. This book answered many more questions and has left me wanting more. Can't wait for the sequel!

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  • Posted November 14, 2009

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    The third Maker's Song urban fantasy is a dark thriller that gets In the Blood of the reader

    The Fallen know who he is as do the vampires and apparently a top secret cell of the American government; they all want him under their control. The devastation he caused in Oregon marks his power, but not how much as he can do as he is a creawdwr. Hybrid vampire Dante Baptiste wants to play his music and make love with his girlfriend rogue FBI special agent Heather Wallace.

    Now he is losing his grip on sanity since his tie to his father, a Fallen Angel, was severed. The three species that want him try to push him over the edge with each planning to possess him as a True Blood Fallen Maker or kill him. His powers grow exponentially as his mind does likewise into madness. Only Heather and their love remain as his anchor to sanity, but the others are coming to use and abuse or defuse him by killing him.

    The third Maker's Song urban fantasy is a dark thriller that gets In the Blood of the reader because the audience empathizes with the beleaguered hero and his beloved. They have come a long way from when she was investigating serial killing in New Orleans with him as the prime suspect (see RUSH OF WINGS) as the overarching plot has evolved from a paranormal police procedural into a grim urban fantasy. Fans will enjoy Adrian Phoenix's strong tale as she spins a super tale starting with a simple acceptable premise that sometimes "a necessary evil" is acceptable n your team as the end justifies the means so says those salivating over controlling the creawdwr.

    Harriet Klausner

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