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In a world where bloodthirsty vampires roam the night and street-corner psychics have real powers, bodyguard Celia Graves always thought she was an ordinary human—but that was never true. By ancestry, she's half-Siren; a vicious vampire attack has turned her into a creature who finds sunlight painful and must take all her food in liquid form—but who still possesses a human heart, mind, and soul.

Her bodyguard business is booming: who wouldn't want to be protected by a sexy woman...

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In a world where bloodthirsty vampires roam the night and street-corner psychics have real powers, bodyguard Celia Graves always thought she was an ordinary human—but that was never true. By ancestry, she's half-Siren; a vicious vampire attack has turned her into a creature who finds sunlight painful and must take all her food in liquid form—but who still possesses a human heart, mind, and soul.

Her bodyguard business is booming: who wouldn't want to be protected by a sexy woman who is half-vampire, half-Siren princess, and a crack shot? Unfortunately, it looks like Celia may have little time to enjoy her new-found fame.

A rift is opening between the demonic dimension and our own, threatening to set hell's denizens free (including the demon personally bent on destroying Celia). Celia's recent troubles may have given her the unique combination of abilities needed to close the rift. But to overcome a death curse which nearly guarantees her failure, she'll need to join forces with people she no longer trusts…and put people she cares about directly in harm's way.

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Cursed from childhood and plagued by past misfortune, bodyguard Celia Graves has witnessed more than humans experience in a lifetime; but in truth, Celia is not just human. Half vampire and part Siren, she possesses unique abilities to close the recently opened rift between the demonic dimension and our world. To do, however, will require her to find allies in strange places.... A paperback original of a talented young author. Worth recommending.

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Adams (a joint pseudonym for C.T. Adams and Cathy Clamp) delivers a satisfying third Celia Graves adventure to follow 2010's Blood Song and Siren Song. Bodyguard by profession, vampire by accident, and siren by heritage, Celia leads a life of excitement and turmoil, struggling to control her bloodlust and dark impulses even as she discovers new abilities. Her attempts to maintain a normal existence are stymied by anti-vampire prejudice, a death curse, and a demonic invasion that could destroy the world. Her only hope lies in finding a set of long-lost artifacts, deciphering the prophecies of a deceased friend, and persuading quarrelsome allies to work together. This series just keeps getting better, maintaining a delicate balance between urban fantasy and paranormal romance. The emotional components are just as strong as the action sequences, set against an increasingly interesting world. (Mar.)
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"A warmly involving, action-packed yarn whose heroine is engagingly tough, vulnerable, principled and passionate in equal measure." —-Kirkus
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  • ISBN-13: 9781452637570
  • Publisher: Tantor Media, Inc.
  • Publication date: 6/4/2012
  • Series: Blood Singer Series , #3
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Library - Unabridged CD
  • Product dimensions: 6.70 (w) x 6.50 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

CAT ADAMS—Cie Adams and Cathy Clamp—is the author of the Tales of the Sazi, including Hunter’s Moon and Howling MoonSiren Song is the second in the Blood Singer series, which began with Blood Song.  Adams lives in Denver, Colorado; Clamp lives in Texas. 

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You can’t turn off intuition after you’ve spent years developing the sense, honing it to a razor’s edge. I could feel something gathering among the seemingly innocent racks of clothing. The voices of my two best friends in the world faded into a background buzz, and I found myself shifting the way I was holding the shirts I’d planned to take to the dressing room so that I could use my hands if needed.

My eyes moved from person to person in rapid succession while my feet backed toward a wide aisle that could be easily navigated. The bored but patient father of a tween girl wasn’t a threat. Neither was the mother with one child in a stroller and another held by the hand. Clerks moved among the holiday-festooned racks like ballerinas performing The Nutcracker; I tracked them briefly. The best salespeople are often empaths or psychics. They’re attuned to those shoppers who want approval—codependents in the process. They weren’t the cause of my alarm, either.

Or were they?

Nothing I could see accounted for the tingling of my skin. It forced me to raise the bar and start checking the area over again, which made me noticeable.

“What’s wrong, Celia?” Dawna had taken one look at my face and begun to spill panic from her pores. The whisper from her perfectly colored and edged lips held an edge of fear. Things didn’t used to bother her as much, but she had been attacked recently and was still a little skittish.

She wasn’t the only recent victim. The part of me that had been transformed by a vampire bite could feel her fear, taste it, smell it. While my reaction wasn’t as strong as it might be closer to sunset, it still made my vision go into the sort of hyperfocus that makes vampires one of the apex predators in the world. Dawna wasn’t going to be my victim, though. Not ever.

Then I spotted him. I shook my head slightly and transferred the hangers from my hand to Dawna’s exotically tanned one, motioning her toward the dressing room. She obeyed instantly, grabbing a few additional random skirts before pulling the third member of our group, Emma Landingham, toward the sheltered hallway. Emma was obviously reluctant. Dawna was practically having to drag her away. It was unlike her—usually she was very practical about avoiding danger—and made me a wonder just what she was up to. Emma had obviously been trying to get up the nerve to tell or ask me something all day. But even when I’d asked her directly, she’d changed the subject and acted evasive.

Whatever her problem was, it would have to wait. Trouble was brewing.

I’d believed the teenage boy in the next department to be the older brother of the bouncing tween girl—just like he’d planned. But once I concentrated my vampire sight on him, I could see that his energy was all wrong. He wasn’t a bored sibling. He was following them, just at the edge of their comfort zone … not so close as to be noticeable, but enough that he became invisible, part of a family unit.

Was he after the girl? I watched where he looked whenever eyes weren’t on him. No, he had no interest in her, which relaxed me just a bit. His focus was on the jewelry counter. Instead of being cluttered and difficult to reach like in most department stores, this one offered a straight shot to an exterior door and, worse, was being restocked, so the display cases were open. The girls’ clothing department was a short, straight walk down the aisle from jewelry, which made his choice simple.

I started scanning for store detectives but saw none. Was it shift change? Were they cutting back on personnel? That seemed stupid this close to Christmas. Maybe the boy knew something I didn’t, because he started dissolving his act. His hand moved instinctively toward the pocket of his hoodie as he started looking for threats. Either he didn’t see me or he didn’t consider me worrisome. His mistake. The rectangular lump I spotted in his pocket was similar to the one under my jacket, but I was betting he didn’t have a concealed-carry permit in his wallet. The weapon turned a simple, impulsive snatch and grab into armed robbery with possible injuries.

The problem was that I wasn’t a police officer or an employee of the store. I was just a self-employed bodyguard who happened to be at the wrong place at the right time. Even under a broad definition of citizen’s arrest, I couldn’t detain him, disarm him, or hurt him without risking arrest myself … and the possible loss of my license.

But I also couldn’t let him rob the store and possibly shoot someone.

I hate my life sometimes.

I started toward him, hoping I would think of something between misses’ petites and jewelry. Without making my movements obvious, as I neared the shoe department I let my face light up at a particularly sparkly dress sandal—which actually was really cute—and headed for it. The shoes were directly between the would-be robber and the slender young clerk crouched behind the open display cases, oblivious to her predicament.

My entire focus was on the teenager as I increased my speed. I might not be able to pull my gun or throw him to the elegantly patterned tile with a flying tackle, but I could intercept him and strongly suggest he find another way to occupy his afternoon. His every movement seemed like frames of stop-motion animation thanks to my supernatural sight, so I didn’t worry that he would pull his gun before I could react. But I hadn’t expected that when my vision slipped into vampire mode the rest of me would, too. In fact, it wasn’t until I stepped directly in front of him and put out a hand to stop him that I realized my skin had taken on a pale green glow. A glance into a nearby mirror showed me that my lips had pulled back to reveal fangs.

The look on his face was priceless when he finally turned his attention from the glittering gold and diamonds to see who had bumped straight into his chest.

“Holy crap!” His eyes went wide and his face got nearly as pale as mine. He backpedaled so fast he stumbled against a display of boots and spilled to the ground, taking the whole carefully arranged stack of red and green boxes with him. The battered 9mm fell from his pocket and was lost among the boxes of size 8s.

Before he could react, I was crouched down next to him and reaching for his arm. With a smile on my face, as though I was helping him up, I pulled him close. The scent of his fear made me remember that I hadn’t had a nutrition shake before we came to the mall. But I had to ignore that and concentrate on what I was doing. I’d love to say it was easy, but it wasn’t. Bloodlust is nothing to be casual about. I found myself staring at his neck, watching the warm glow of energy trapped under supple skin. So much energy, and my stomach was so very empty. I shuddered and forcibly moved my eyes from his neck to his face.

His wide eyes took in my fangs and probably now red eyes before coming to rest on the .45 Colt nestled under my arm, revealed when my jacket swung open as I reached for him. Oh, and let’s not forget the long line of drool dripping onto the plush carpeting. Mustn’t forget the drool.

He struggled to pull away, but there’s really no way to break a supernatural grip unless you also have superstrength. My voice became a hiss normally reserved for bad things in dark alleys: “I know what you’re planning, and I’m sick and damned tired of guys like you making my clothes cost more so the store can recoup the losses from theft. You are going to get your lazy ass out of this mall right this second and find a legal way to make a living, or I swear on everything holy that I’ll find you some cold, lonely night and make you regret it.” I parted my lips so he could get a good look at what would be chasing him. No, I wouldn’t really eat him or drain his blood. I don’t plan to ever try human blood. It could be that one straw that breaks me. But I could scare him really well.

In fact, I already had. His blood had retreated so far from his face that he didn’t even smell good anymore. His white lips opened, but only a squeak came out.

I raised my brows and leaned close enough to smell the scent of liquid courage on his breath. “Got it?”

He nodded, slowly at first and then in a rush of movement that gave him the appearance of a bobblehead doll. “Yeah. Got it.”

Leaning back, I pulled him to his feet as I stood. “Good.”

He didn’t so much run out of the store as scrabble, using both hands and feet. The guard who had finally come to investigate the commotion noted the boy’s guilty exit and raised a walkie-talkie to his lips. Whatever he said caused the security cameras to spin in the boy’s direction and follow him out of the store.

I was so busy watching all this that I didn’t notice the father of the tweenage girl shooting holy water at me until the stream hit me in the face. Sadly, I’ve come to expect being doused in holy water and having crosses shoved against my chest in the past few weeks. The fangs sort of give the impression I’m the threat, rather than the punk I’d just stopped. Fancy that.

“Hello! How rude was that?” Dawna had arrived and was at her touchy best. She tends to translate adrenaline into confrontation once she forces her way past her fear. She simultaneously pushed away the man’s water gun and handed me a stack of tissues from her purse. “Do you see anyone on fire here? She just stopped a robbery. A little gratitude would be nice.”

“A robbery? What robbery?” The man’s eyes went wide, moving from the doorway where the kid in the hoodie was having his hands cuffed by the boys in blue to the guard using a hankie to pluck a semiauto pistol from among the boxes of boots. Finally, his gaze landed on me, the pale lady with red eyes and fangs—the good guy who was patting her face carefully to avoid smearing her makeup.

“Jeez, Dad.” The girl at his side rolled her eyes and crossed slim arms over her chest. “It’s broad daylight. How could she be a bat? And don’t you watch the news or anything?” She turned to me. “You’re Celia Graves, aren’t you?”

Her father lowered his eyes to the floor and grabbed her elbow, guiding her away from me with a reddened face. At least he had the dignity to mutter a soft, “Thanks, sorry,” as he walked past.

“Please don’t leave the store, sir,” the guard called after him. “We might need to talk to you later.”

I was already pulling my wallet out of my purse. Before the guard even asked for it, I’d handed over my bodyguard license and carry permit. He raised brows a little at that and only then noticed the slight bulge under my arm. I obliged by discreetly opening my jacket. He wrote down my information on a pad before handing back the two documents and then dipped his head toward my arm. “Nice tailoring … and I appreciate the discretion. We’ll call if we need a statement. Thanks for your help.”

The shrug was automatic as I tucked my wallet back into the messy depths of butter-soft leather. “Discretion keeps people like you handing back the permits.” It’s why I pay big bucks for custom blazers. Nobody’s supposed to notice the gun, and I keep it holstered until needed. It wasn’t needed today. “Oh, and you might consider junking up the aisle next to jewelry. It’s a pretty attractive target.”

He nodded and started to walk at a brisk pace toward the exit, probably to turn over the gun to the cops.

I turned to where Emma was swearing under her breath, apparently realizing that she hadn’t predicted the robbery attempt—a hard thing for a clairvoyant. But hey, not every event is worth a vision. I don’t know why she stresses over it. “I’m going to need something to eat … and soon. I got a little twitchy just now. Let’s hit the juice bar when we’re done here.”

The three of us have started using “twitchy” to signify that I wanted to chomp on someone’s neck. It sounds a little less threatening to people on the street. “Here you go.” Dawna, bless her heart, pulled a bottle of a meal replacement shake from inside her tiny purse, where it should never have been able to fit. But she always manages to find handbags that resemble TARDISes in their ability to hold more things than they should. Sadly, the drink was banana flavored. I loathe bananas.

“Thanks, but I’d rather wait for something not so…”

“Eww, banana. How can you stand those things?” Emma and I shared more than a few tastes, which I was discovering now that I was getting to know her better. We’d been friendly acquaintances for a while, but it wasn’t until our shared friend Vicki Cooper was murdered recently that we’d gotten close.

“Maybe you’d prefer chocolate.” The voice behind me froze me in my tracks and the appearance of a bottle of chocolate Ensure over my shoulder made me shudder. The man who owned the bland, helpful voice was neither bland nor helpful. People disappeared when he was around. Unfortunately, I owed him for saving my life. He managed to make sure I wasn’t staked and beheaded after the bat attack and covered my butt later when I needed it.

I still didn’t know why.

“Thanks, Jones.” I kept my voice blandly pleasant. I didn’t trust the man as far as I could throw him and had no plans to ingest anything that had ever been in his possession. But I took the bottle, over the wide-eyed objections of my friends, who were vigorously shaking their heads and mouthing the word “no” at me.

I wanted to prove a point. Smiling, I gave the bottle a little squeeze, just a little gentle pressure. Just as I expected, one side sprang a leak. What a shock. I turned to see Jones smiling at me. He’s not much to look at—not handsome or ugly, neither tall nor short, he moves with easy grace that’s not threatening. He’s the kind of man who would easily disappear in a crowd. Literally. Not only did he have mind magic, but I’d actually seen him disappear—a trick only the strongest mages seem to be able to manage. I returned his smile and handed back the soggy bottle. “So, what’d you inject into in it, Jones? Would I keel over dead in a few minutes or just pass out in traffic and roll the car?”

Emma was glaring at him now. She didn’t like him, even if her brother Kevin worked with him.

He put a hand over his heart and offered a hurt-puppy face. “You wound me, Graves. Can’t you believe it’s just a defective bottle?”

I let out a small chuckle. “That depends. If I pour it on a potted plant, will it sizzle like stir-fry?”

“Ooh,” he said appreciatively. “No, but that’s an interesting image. All this would do would make the plant damp.” At my raised brows he added, “Well, honestly, plants don’t really sleep, do they?”

Knockout drug. Okay. “So, why are you here, Jones? Or is this something you do for entertainment on the weekends—take time off of killing to wander around the mall offering women mickeys?”

He smiled and it made him actually stand out. He would probably clean up well. He noticed himself in the mirror behind me and turned the smile off like he was flicking a switch. “I shouldn’t find you as entertaining as I do, you know. Dangerous for both of us. But you should already know why I’m here. Unless … Emma hasn’t done as she promised.”

Dawna and I turned as one to stare at Emma. “You’re working with Jones? What the hell, Emma!”

She glared at him again, but he was nonplussed. Then she turned back and met my eyes. “I’m not working with him. And I didn’t make any promises. I asked him for help. I wanted to ask you, Celia, but I … I was afraid.”

Okay, that hurt. “I’ve worked really hard so you would never be afraid of me, guys.”

Her slender arms crossed over her chest and her eyes went to the floor at my feet. “I know; I know. It’s just…”

Jones let out an annoyed sound. “He’s going to be dead before you finally get around to spitting it out, you know. We’re already hours late and sneaking in is only going to get tougher after dark.”

His words were soft but utterly serious. I turned my head and my friends did as well. “Who will?”

His hands were tucked in his pockets, casually. But his eyes … those eyes held anger, worry, and something dark and dangerous that I wouldn’t want to cross. Ever. He raised his chin toward Emma and I felt my stomach tie in knots. “Her brother. Still want to shop?”

Oh, fuck a duck.


Copyright © 2011 by C. T. Adams and Cathy Clamp

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  • Posted April 13, 2012

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  • Posted September 22, 2011

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    A Lull in the Series. Too Many Ideas, Not Enough Movement.

    Dynamic Duo Cat Adams returns with the third installment of their Blood Singer Series, Demon Song. While I think this series is a real quiet dark horse of the paranormal set, things seem to be getting a bit overly complicated in Celia Graves' world. The story opens with a seemingly normal day of shopping. But quickly Celia is recruited to help save Kevin from an unlawful imprisonment at the Zoo, the paranormal prison. Kevin is captured after staging a breakout for his girlfriend, whose own investigation into the Zoo has stumble onto something much more dangerous than any were is capable of handling. The Zoo has become a nest for demonic activity. And the demon in charge has a score to settle with Celia.

    While the overall storyline is interesting, and the developing romance between Creede and Graves had it's moments, everything else seemed to be too much. I feel like this series has too many ideas and not enough movement. In this book alone we dealt with the overall plot, found out why all that money was left to the family from the south, started a new thread about Celia's mom and her imprisonment, explored the mental health issues of Dawna and Emma.... Well there's a lot going on on top of the main plot points. It was nice to see Graves get to know Creede a bit better, but seriously I wish Adams would pick up the pace. The love triangle with Bruno is completely stalled. After a whole book I feel like we got nowhere in Celia's love life. We are exactly were we left off at the end of Siren Song, on the cusp of a possibly very interesting triangle.

    Unfortunately with all the different threads, Celia's part vampire, part siren, and ever evolving powers, it just seems like there are too many ideas here and no editing. Everything plus the kitchen sink gets confusing, and all the great ideas, plots, and subplots are beginning to get muddled. Plus even though multiple story lines are getting resolved the shear abundance of happenings within these books is keeping the larger points of interest stagnant, like the romantic interest, or character development, and I'm still not sure what the overall series arc is. At this point three books in, we should have some clue.

    So in summary Demon Songs' story arc is quite good. As for the romance, lets just say Demon Song is one step above being YA, though most YA relationships will probably be married with children by the time Celia's love life finally takes off. I find it sad to say that some teenage characters have steamier relationships than Celia. Sad but true. Too many threads and overcomplicated ideas, can at times make this book confusing and muddled. It seems the heat created in Blood Song is progressively cooling off with each edition of this series. Demon Song was a lull in the series, and I hope that it's follow up brings back some of the fire.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2013

    Love this series!

    Quick reads that take you away for a little bit. But love the main character! Celia Graves is a great female character who is not afraid to kick some but and be amazing! If you enjoy these you will love the Anita Blake series...but caution those are more "grown up" but just as addicting!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2012


    Meow meow meow meow meowmeow meow

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2012

    Loved it!

    Can not wait for the new one!

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  • Posted January 19, 2012

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    Great read!

    This is a great series. I would recommend starting with the first book, Blood Song.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2012

    Blood singer series

    If you like vampires,werewolves, magic, demons and sirens....(sirens are new one for me) ......You will love Celia Graves....this is a must read......I give a double thumbs up....

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  • Posted April 13, 2011

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    Demon Song

    I strongly recommend you read the previous books in the series (Blood and Siren Song) prior to reading this installment.

    This is one of those dark urban fantasy series that is just serious enough to keep my attention and just dark enough to not be considered urban fantasy lite or young adult.

    The story started off with a bang, however, I still had a little bit of a hard time getting into this installment. It felt like the author was playing it too safe; Celia is only half everything but determined to keep her humanity? This is fantasy after all, why not just go for it and have Celia actually do something instead of just sprouting bravado and always being saved by others. The author carefully gives Celia a flaky-fashionista sense, luckily it's not too shallow where it becomes distracting to the story.

    I've never read about a vampire who is constantly being caught off guard, snuck-up on or startled more than Celia. At selective times, she lacks the superior hearing and vibration sensitivity that most undead are endowed with. The only thing Celia seemed to do w/ her new found vamp powers is glow, see glowing people, fang-out and drink bloody protein shakes. Perhaps if Celia drank human blood, be it bagged blood or from the tap, she would have more strength and wouldn't lack a sense of "invincibility". She's too fragile. Most of the times she just feels like a plain ole human and flinches when she has to get down and dirty and roll with the big girls.

    This series has so much potential. It's too bad the vamps in Celia's world lose their minds (no matter what age) when they are turned. Perhaps if they could function in society and weren't automatically evil, this series could have more of an edge to it. I felt the religious overtones (which I am not a huge fan of) limits the series because there is a good vs bad and doesn't leave much room for any grey areas.

    Besides my faults with this series, the author did indeed gave a great third installment. I was all prepared to give this book 3-stars until I got halfway through it. For me, mid-way through the book is when things started to heat up. That's when all the action, danger and suspense happened with such intensity, that I was glued to every page. By the end of the book, the story completely knocked my socks off!

    The author packed a lot of interesting sub-storylines into one book. There seem to be a lot of leads and avenues that continually piqued my interest. There was a bit of romance in this installment that wasn't in the two previous books. The authors did a great job of not having it be too much of a focus.

    As a side note, this author has fantastic covers for this series. They are all vibrant and intriguing.

    I am a hardcore dark urban fantasy fan, and I guess my problem with this series is it has a sought of "innocence" to it. Even though this series is not as dark and perverse as I would like it to be, I do enjoy it.

    I recommend this book to fellow dark urban fantasy readers and look forward to reading the next installment in the series The Isis Collar due out in 3/27/2012.

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  • Posted February 11, 2011

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    Reviewed by Breia "The Brain" Brickey for Teens Read Too

    Gold Star Award Winner! Being around Celia Graves is hard - heck, BEING Celia Graves is even harder. Celia is getting used to being a half-vampire siren. As if that wasn't enough, she has faced off against both a Siren Queen and a demon who wants her dead, and she's done all of this while dealing with a heart that's been broken twice by the same man. Just as we think Celia may get a little rest, she learns that an ancient rift between a demon dimension and our own begins to open. With all of the life-and-death struggles that she's going through, she is actually uniquely gifted to handle such a problem. But she's still going to need help from friends - as well as from people she no longer trusts. How many ways must I say how awesome this series is before everyone believes me? Suspense, drama, action, and even a little romance thrown in just to spice it up a bit. Very few authors come close to writing stories such as this. I've seen few movies that I actually enjoy as much as the BLOOD SINGER series. Cat Adams is a joy to read each and every time. With these books and this author I know that my interest will be held and my expectations exceeded before even opening the cover. Definite Gold Star reading material!

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  • Posted January 26, 2011

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    The latest Adams urban fantasy a great entry

    Bodyguard Celia Graves knows her inner self battles between being a siren by birth and a vampire by mistake. She struggles with managing her new thirst for blood with the emotional fallout from her recent battles with a demon and a siren queen (see Blood Song and Siren Song). On top of all that turmoil she regards herself as human.

    However, instead of R&R adjustment to her new skills and a chance to lick her wounds, Celia finds out that an ancient portal closed when Atlantis died is tearing the dimensional barrier asunder. If so demon hordes will invade the mortal world killing and enslaving humans. She needs to interpret prophesies left behind by a dead friend and obtain allies, several prejudiced against vampires and others against her in particular, to reseal the widening gap before it is too late.

    The latest Adams urban fantasy (see Blood Song and Siren Song) is a great entry that moves forward on two interacting fronts. The heroine copes poorly with her mental adjustment to the changes made worse by Posttraumatic Stress Disorder while the demons are coming, the demons are coming. Fast-paced and loaded with action, readers will relish Celia's latest grave crisis when all she wants to be is a human woman and not siren-vampire save the world heroine.

    Harriet Klausner

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