Immortally Yoursby Angie Fox
IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE GODS…
No one patches up the incoming wounded like Dr. Petra Robichaud. Recruited by the gods for her uncanny medical skills, she's the best M*A*S*H surgeon in the army. Along with a nosy guard sphinx,vegetarian werewolf, and otherparanormal paramedics, she/p>/b>/p>/b>/p>/b>… See more details below
IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE GODS…
No one patches up the incoming wounded like Dr. Petra Robichaud. Recruited by the gods for her uncanny medical skills, she's the best M*A*S*H surgeon in the army. Along with a nosy guard sphinx,vegetarian werewolf, and otherparanormal paramedics, she bandages soldiers who are built like Greek gods (literally). But when one sexy immortal ends up on her operating table—half dead and totally to-die-for—Petra's afraid she'll lose her patient and her heart…
NOTHING IS MORE DANGEROUS THAN LOVE
Commander Galen of Delphi is one gorgeous but stubborn demi-god. When his spirit tries to slip out of his fatally wounded body, Dr. Petra has to slip it back in—unwittingly revealing her ability to see ghosts. Now that Galen knows her secret, he's convinced she's part of an ancient prophecy. If the oracles are right, Petra could lead Galen's army to peace. And if he seduces her on the way to hell and back? Heaven knows—all's fair in love and war…
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By Angie Fox
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2012 Angie Fox
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Attention all surgical personnel. Attention. Incoming wounded arriving on chopper pad two. Come and get yours while they're fresh.
Also, tonight's movie is the documentary Clash of the Titans.
And will whoever released a kraken in the officers' showers please report to Colonel Kosta's office on the double.
I couldn't help but grin. Little did they know a few of the girls and I had relocated the kraken to the men's john. It hadn't been easy. But it'd be worth it.
Back to work. I adjusted my plastic surgical goggles and took a look at the immense demi-god on my operating table. "Stick with me and you'll be out of here in time to see that movie."
The soldier tried to smile. "Gotcha, Doc." He still wore his rusty red combat boots and the remains of his army fatigues around his ankles. Ripped abs, built chest, powerhouse arms — he definitely had the body of a minor god.
And X-ray vision, given the way he was ogling my chest. "Eyes up here, soldier. I have a tray of scalpels and I'm not afraid to use them."
A tech rushed behind me with half a dozen fresh units of blood. "Coming through!"
We'd squeezed two extra tables into the operating tent last week and I wasn't sure if it was hurting or helping. One thing was certain — the noise level had gone from a large racket to a small riot.
My nurse tucked a surgical blanket over my patient's lower body while I took a look at a nasty slice on his side.
"Yeti claw to the torso," I said, as if it weren't obvious from the swarthy black spike jutting from between his thirteenth and fourteenth ribs (and yes, the minor gods had extra — their ancestors didn't give anything up in the Garden of Eden).
"And I lost something," my patient said, dropping his chin. His tousled golden hair parted to reveal a pair of thick devil horns. Make that one devil horn. The other had popped off, the wound completely healed. It was one of the things about divine warriors that drove me slightly crazy. They healed so fast, their bodies sometimes forgot parts. I swear some of these guys would lose their heads if they weren't attached.
"Do you know where you left your horn?" I asked, testing the wound beneath my gloved fingers and fighting the urge to lecture him about absent body parts.
The side of his mouth tipped up, and there was no mistaking the gleam in his eyes. "I think I had it when I got here."
I remembered him. This was the one who had us searching half the camp for his missing eyeball. He thought it'd be funny to put it in someone's soup. Har-de- har-har. Served him right when a selkie ate it.
Of course, three days later he got it back.
Everybody was a comedian. And people like me had to deal with it.
"Horace," I called across the crowded operating room to the nearest orderly.
Horace zipped to my side and hovered just above eye level. Golden wings fluttered on his heels and at his shoulders. "Yes, Petra."
I ticked my chin up a notch. "That's Dr. Robichaud," I reminded him. Again.
"No." The attendant's eyebrows spiked toward his overly large surgical mask. "I do not speak Cajun."
"Well, learn." It wasn't my fault if some of the old-world creatures had a chip on their shoulder against mortals.
Just because we hadn't hung around for thousands of years, guzzling wine and smiting our enemies, didn't make us second-class citizens. And if they wanted us to go back to worshipping them, they could forget it.
Times had changed, and if I had to learn to live in this place, Horace could figure out how to play nice with a half- human. "See if you can't find a horn floating around here. About two inches wide, three inches long. Red."
"Actually" — the demi-god on the table leaned his head forward — "it's more of a garnet."
Like anyone around here would know the difference. "Red," I repeated. "With a little curve on it."
Horace raced off, and I leveled a stern look at my patient. "I'd better not find it in my Spam carbonara or I'm going to reattach it to a place that doesn't see the suns."
Although frankly I didn't think anything could make that night's dinner worse.
A cold hand touched my arm, and dread slithered down my spine.
Not him. Now now.
"You need help here, Doctor?"
I braced myself as the watery voice seeped over me. The air temperature dropped, and I saw my patient shiver.
Ghostly fingers tightened on my arm. "Doctor?"
I took a deep breath and glanced to my right. It was Charlie, the nurse I worked with for the first six years I'd lived in this hellhole. He was killed last year before HQ had wised up and moved us another half mile from the front.
Charlie looked like a teenager, too skinny for his rusty red army scrubs. His mousy brown hair was scraggly at the ends, and he wore an earnest expression.
He didn't know he was dead. And I sure as heck didn't need anyone seeing me talk to thin air. "Go, Charlie," I murmured. "I've got this."
My patient's eyes clouded with confusion. "My name's not Charlie."
"Of course it's not," I said, as if this were a normal conversation.
The soldier flinched as Charlie took his vitals. He couldn't see my former assistant's ghostly stethoscope or sure hands, but I'd bet anything he felt the chill.
My heart squeezed with regret. Charlie had a mom and a dad. He'd been so very young. He never should have been down here. I'd tried to explain to him that he was dead, but he hadn't been willing to accept it. We'd try again later. Alone.
Charlie's milky eyes caught mine. "Dr. Robichaud?" I knew that sad, hopeful look. The kid needed a little reassurance, a comfortable word — hell, even a joke. Charlie had been assigned to me straight out of nursing school. I'd laughed and called him my young squire. He was my responsibility.
I looked straight through him. It cut me deep to do it, but I couldn't risk being exposed. Not here. My power to see the dead, to talk to them, was outlawed by the gods. And the gods had a thing for strange and horrific punishments. It was like a divine version of The Godfather.
Only these sicko bosses turned women into spiders, fastened "friends" to burning wheels for eternity. Oh, and tied one of their own to some far-flung rock so he could have his liver pecked out by an eagle until the end of time.
My patient studied me. "You with me, Doc?"
Of course. "Yes."
The tightness in my chest eased as Charlie faded away.
The demi-god cocked his head, blond hair spilling over the spot where his horn should have been. "Your face looks funny. And I've been staring at your breasts for the last two minutes and my balls are still intact. What gives?"
I reached for the Betadine, breathing in the familiar sweet scent. "That's it," I said, swabbing his chest with the amber liquid, careful of the yeti claw. "I'm going to quit surgery and dedicate my life to discovering an anesthetic that works on you people."
"You know you can't quit," he said, teasing, but hitting way too close to the truth.
I was stuck here for the rest of my life. I knew it the day I'd sat in my little paranormal clinic in New Orleans and opened the New Order Army draft notice.
Involuntary conscription until the end of the war.
Which for me was a life sentence.
The younger gods had declared war against the older gods. Again. Neither side had so much as called for a cease-fire in the last seven hundred years.
Both armies were allowed to recruit anywhere on Earth. And I use the term recruit lightly. It was more like a shanghaiing. A rep from the young gods spotted me first. Army officials had given me one hour to close my practice and say my good-byes. There would be no home leave, no return.
My dad couldn't even see me off as they led me out into the depths of the bayou to a portal that hung like a misty cloud amid a tangle of cypress trees. Before I could say Bad idea, I was in the red, flat wastelands of limbo.
I snuck a glance across the crowded operating room, with a dozen tables like mine.
We worked to save as many lives as we could. And to get the soldiers back onto the battlefield. If the armies of the gods were evenly matched, they'd kill each other, which was bad enough. If one side got the upper hand, it meant earthquakes, tsunamis, disasters of biblical proportions on Earth.
I'd seen it firsthand.
So I'd stay here. I'd patch up our people and get them back to the Limbo Front. We'd keep the terror on Earth at bay and maybe, just maybe someday there'd be an end to the fighting.
Until then, we had to hang on.
I reached down to make sure the claw hadn't worked its way too far out of my patient's chest. Immortals could die. That was the big secret they liked to keep from the mortal world. The yeti claw had missed his vital organs. It wouldn't kill him, but I didn't want it healing wrong. I tested the edge, careful not to cut myself.
Yeti infection was bad for immortals. It could be deadly for me.
"You know I got into medicine to make a difference," I caught myself mumbling.
I wanted to help people who didn't voluntarily mix up their vital parts. Creatures with real problems who couldn't go to human hospitals. I'd been one of the last paranormal surgeons in Orleans Parish. And the only one who specialized in thoracic medicine.
I glanced at Nurse Hume, who was swathed in scrubs and a surgical mask. He looked like a child next to these immortals. We all did.
"Brace yourself," I told my patient.
I clamped the skin back. Blood smeared my surgical gloves as I manually retracted the spikes from the surrounding muscle tissue. "I'm going to remove it on the count of three." I flicked my eyes up and found him watching me. "One." My fingers tightened. "Two ..."
In one quick motion I made the extraction.
"Alala!" My patient bellowed the Athenian war cry.
And why not? We fought the war in the operating room as sure as they fought it on the battlefield.
I tossed the claw into the metal pan. "It's easier on you if you don't stiffen up."
He flopped his head back on the table. "You MASH docs always go on two."
I shook my head as I inspected the wound for splinters. "Merde. I hate being predictable."
The wound was clean, and healing, even as I stitched it up.
I tugged off my gloves and tossed them into the bio waste can.
My dad had worked a factory job all his life. He spent forty-three years shaving the sharp edges off Folgers coffee cans. He called it good, steady work. And he kept on doing it until plastic containers came along and they forced him to retire. I never understood how he could do the same thing day after day.
He worked long hours to put me through school because I wanted to be different. I'd be a doctor. I'd change the world.
If he could see me now ...
I stepped back and accepted a cool towel on the back of my neck. We had the air conditioners going full-blast, but the operating tent wasn't terribly efficient at keeping cold air in.
"What about my horn?" my patient demanded as Horace fluttered to my side.
"As soon as we find it, it's yours," I said, letting the orderly take him.
I held my hands out as Nurse Hume scurried to fit me with a new pair of surgical gloves. We took a step sideways as an orderly rushed past my table with four units of blood. "How about a real case next time, Horace?"
Horace stiffened, his pointy ears twitching. "Protocol dictates —" "Screw protocol."
His cheeks colored. "Oh please, Dr. Petra. You don't have the rank or the seniority."
I'd been here for seven years and I was low man on the totem pole. I'd probably be a newbie until I died. That's what happened when half of the docs were immortal.
I took stock of the packed OR. "What about the burn victims?" At least two patients had just come straight from a greased lightning attack. From what I'd seen, Colonel Kosta hadn't called in any of the off-duty surgeons.
"Taken care of," Horace singsonged.
"Just give me something interesting." Or at least the chance to save somebody. We'd lost three patients today. Maybe they'd have died on my table, too, but I owed it to these soldiers — and myself — to try to make a difference.
"Perhaps if you showed me the respect I'm due," the winged god began, "I could find it in my heart to ..."
Oh please. Horace had been worshipped once for about five minutes. His cult had died out around the time of Caesar. He'd been trying to get something going ever since.
But I knew I'd get better results with honey. "See what you can do," I told him. "In the meantime I'll leave an offering at your altar."
The orderly huffed, but I saw him perk up a bit.
"You do still have an altar," I said.
"Yes." He flew a few inches higher. "What will you leave me?"
"Er ..." I had to think. "Flowers?"
He looked rather put out at that. "I am the god of three-wheeled chariot racing."
"I don't have any chariots."
"You're as funny as a bad rash. Enough of the games. I like copper." He squared his shoulders. "You have three pennies in the bottom of your footlocker."
"Fine." And interesting to know. Perhaps the little god had some power in him after all.
He sniffed, as if he knew what I was thinking. "Make sure they're neatly stacked."
"Done," I said.
"All right. Perhaps I will help you," he said, wheeling away my patient. "Although I must say your entire style of worship leaves something to be desired."
I didn't doubt that. This place was killing me.
"So what's next, Nurse Hume?"
Nurse Hume simply stood there and waited, all the fire gone from his pale blond hair, pasty skin, vacant eyes. He'd had been here for decades. This place had turned the man into a total drone. Some days I wondered if Charlie were more alive.
Well I wasn't going to let it happen to me. I wasn't just going to stand here and yank out claws. I wasn't going to spend my life tracking down lost horns and eyeballs.
Or was I?
Nurse Hume took the next set of charts and shuffled his way around the table. "X-rays indicate our next patient has ingested a horse."
He posted the images to the light board next to my table. "His colleagues bet him that he was not, indeed, hungry enough to eat the unfortunate animal. And so he did."
I stared at Nurse Hume. Then at the X-rays.
"Son of a bitch."
He cleared his throat. "As you can imagine, hooves and harnesses are not digestible."
"So this is my life," I said to no one in particular.
"I can't imagine ...," Nurse Hume began before his voice trailed away.
"What? Do you want to say something to me?" Frankly, I wished he would. If Hume started getting opinions, there might be hope for the rest of us.
"No," he murmured. "Never mind."
Just when I was about to bang my head against my steel operating table, I heard a commotion on the far side of the tent.
"We need a doctor, stat!"
Ambulance workers loaded an immense New Order Army soldier from a stretcher onto a table. He must have just come in. They were still cutting his uniform from his body.
His face was hard. His jaw could have been cut from marble. He was well over six feet, with scars slicing across one impossibly wide shoulder.
He had powerful arms, cut abs. He was like a Greek statue come to life. Only he was more. Much more. Even prone, he was intensely powerful — striking in a way that went beyond mere physical strength.
He was commanding.
I stared at him, raw excitement thudding through me. I'd seen a lot of demi- gods, but none of them as astonishingly regal as this one.
He was rough, dangerous.
He was a work of art.
My breath caught. He was watching me.
I crossed the crowded ER, intimately aware that he never took his attention off me. It was as if he'd come to find me.
He needed me because I was there. Everyone else was busy with the greased lighting victims. I was the only one who could handle this.
"What have you got?" I glanced at a sandy-haired EMT.
"Stab wound to the upper chest. Possible punctured lung."
Finally, a real case: a soldier who needed my skills, my expertise — me.
No wonder it felt good.
I ran through my mental checklist as I inspected the bronze knife lodged in his upper torso and took stock of his vitals.
He must have gone down during the storm. His clipped brown hair still held water droplets.
"What's his pressure?" I could feel my fingers shaking.
"Ninety-seven over fifty-six."
My patient fought for every breath, his impossibly blue eyes locked onto me.
"I'm going to save you," I told him.
The soldier closed his fingers over mine and squeezed, leaving a smear of blood across my hand.
"Get him over to my table."
I grabbed his file. His heart rate was dropping. Blood pressure down. He was hemorrhaging. I was glad to see Nurse Hume already at the table, prepping my instruments. "Patient is a male, mid-five-hundreds. Blood pressure's down to eighty over forty. Pulse is up to one twenty-six. Hook him up to both blood and saline." I took a final glance at his chart.
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Angie Fox is the New York Times bestselling author of books about demon slayers, werewolves and things that go bump in the night. She claims that researching her books can be just as much fun as writing them. In the name of fact-finding, Angie has ridden with Harley biker gangs, explored the tunnels underneath Hoover Dam and found an interesting recipe for Mamma Coalpot's Southern Skunk Surprise (she's still trying to get her courage up to try it).
Angie Fox is the New York Times bestselling author of books about demon slayers, werewolves and things that go bump in the night. Her books include Immortally Yours, Immortally Embraced, and Immortally Ever After. She claims that researching her books can be just as much fun as writing them. In the name of fact-finding, Angie has ridden with Harley biker gangs, explored the tunnels underneath Hoover Dam and found an interesting recipe for Mamma Coalpot’s Southern Skunk Surprise (she’s still trying to get her courage up to try it).
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First off I have to just pass on a huge pat on the back for Angie, this is a awesome book, and I would recommend it to anyone in a heartbeat. When I first read the excerpt for the this book I was like 'eh', seriously MASH, suddenly I could here the theme song and see Hawk-eye and BJ. Then I got a peek at the cover and instantly changed my mind. The cover was defiantly from a book I would read. So I waited (non to patiently) and finally got the awesome privilege of reading it, and couldn't put it down. I loved the way Angie meshed the real world with a world she created. The mix of humor and splash of cold reality kept me turning the page. The fact that Petra was a normal everyday mortal added to the likability of her character, and the appeal of the story for me. But naturally with any good book you have to have your 'Oh My God' I want one hero, that's Galen to a 'T'. Sexy, immortal and ...yeah... all in one package. Throw out any of the 'eh' thoughts you may have (I did) and read this one. If your anything like me you'll go from smiling at the mere thought of a werewolf and a vampire being roommates, to thinking 'no wait I don't want it to be over yet.'
Dr. Petra is good at what she does and that’s why she was sent to the in-between to treat the immortals. She is used to everyday being boring and nothing really happening. That is, until commander Galen of Delphi arrives. He had been stabbed and dies on the operating table. Petra is determined not to lose this hot God and shoves his soul back into his body. After he recovers, Galen knows Petra is hiding something and he is determined to find out what it is. Even if he has to still a few kisses in order to do so, which he has no problem doing. When he finds out what she is hiding, he’ll do anything to use her gift. Even if that means she has to die. Even if he has to lose his soul. Is love worth it, if you know that you are going to lose it in the end? The first few pages of the book I was saying "What the Hell?!" because the guy that they were describing was NOT the hot guy on the cover. THANK GOD, it wasn’t him. LOL That guy wishes he could compare to Galen. Ok, now that I've gotten that out of the way.. This book was amazing….you thought I was going to use awesome didn’t you. LOL I was hooked from the very beginning and couldn’t put it down. Petra was hilarious and witty at the same time. The story was pure action from the start. Things really got intense when Galen showed up. *MEOW* She knew that he was going to die, but she doesn’t want him to because she gets a glimpse of his soul. One of the funny aspects of the book was they were all trying to pull a prank on their boss. At the end of the book, the prank is EPIC. It has me dying laughing at two in the morning!!!!!! On the down side I guess you could say that you kind of knew what was going to happen. There were a few surprises that I enjoyed though. All in all, this entire book keep me captivated until the end. Petra- She was not a kick butt heroine but she was compassionate and knew what she wanted. She was really dedicated to her work and took it seriously. Galen- I really don’t know what to say about him. He would do anything to save everyone, even if he had to give his life. He is very loyal, but that could be because he is the son of the god of truth. Oh and he is such a tease and I’ll just leave that as that :D
For those of you like me that live off of old M*A*S*H reruns you're probably every bit as interested in seeing how this new twist on the show would play out. Now for the most part it was a really good twist and I enjoyed it. For the most part. I'm a tough spot on where I stand with my feelings on this book. I enjoyed it, yes. But there were points in the story where it just seemed to just drag on and run around in circles a bit before moving forward, at time it was even a bit overwhelming; and even though I did enjoy this story I can't really see it as a series because it's actually quite nice as a one time stand alone book. One thing that made it difficult for me to connect with this story was the heroine and her ways. A lot of the times she was whiny and selfish and wimpy. Not really a very strong individual. In a way one can understand her emotional basketcaseness during certain instances but others it's out of left filed and you kind of want the chick to just snap out of it and grow some balls. There were some strong characters which helped balance out the whole Petra character which helped. It was really frustrating for me as a reader that the story and certain events drug on for so long, especially when I got towards the last five pages of the book and things still weren't coming around. Once they did come around it was pretty disappointing because it happened so fast. And though I can't really see how this could possibly be stretched out into a series I'm still willing to go into the second book, Immortally Embraced, and see what it has to offer because while I wasn't overly crazy about Immortally Yours I still enjoyed it enough to continue on with the series.Who knows, maybe it helps wrap up this book.
5 of 5 stars I love this new Monster Mash series by Angie Fox. It's got humor, romance, funny quirky characters, a strong female lead, and a unique story line. Remember the TV series MASH? Picture that setting with a war between the old gods vs. the young gods, doctors and soldiers that are vampires, werewolves, and fey and of course, the priest. A really good read. I'm so looking forward to the next in the series!
Wicked great fun! I definitely found a new favorite author to add to my must read list. Angie’s humor is perfectly on par with Mary Janice Davidson’s Undead Series, so if you have enjoyed those then you will love this. I highly recommend buying Immortally yours, cause it is one you will want to reread again. I love love love her characters-especially Jeffe the guard sphinx-he totally cracks me up. This is a Must Read-five hearts all the way. Thanks Angie for a fantastic read! The war raging between the new/young Gods and old Gods has been going on for so long that they had decided to recruit from earth, involuntarily might I add. Those with even a smidge of immortal blood-be it godly or otherwise- are being drafted to service. That’s what happens to Petra. One day she is running her own Paranormal hospital/clinic in New Orleans and the next she has been drafted and is now a surgeon in the MASH 3063rd. After having served in the blasted war for seven years she is completely fed up. She is tired of being alone, tired of all the death, and, well, just plain tired. Then one emergency flies in bringing in the warrior Galen of Delphi with a stab wound to the chest. Petra nearly loses him on the table, but thanks to her secret gift of seeing the dead- she was able to grab his spirit and yank him back just long enough to save him. That is where the prophecy to bring peace and end the infernal war between the Gods begins. Galen has to not only convince the more than jaded Peta, but also keep her alive to bring the prophecy to fruition.
I reviewed the second book on accident instead of this one. Angie gets everthing right with this series. Very entertaining. Life immitates art. The scene where the media drags out and creates drama was no different than true life.
I really wanted to like this book and I did, overall. The premise is unusual and intriguing and the characters were well developed.There were funny times and serious times throughout the book with a nice balance between the two. The action was consistent throughout and I wanted nothing more than to get back to the book instead of working for the man to keep Top Ramen in my cupboard Characters wise, Angie created some great ones that were fun and interesting. Dr. Petra is a strong heroine who has the ability to see ghosts and Galen is the warrior hero that Petra saves (and who doesn't love an Alpha man huh?) Even the secondary characters are great. The romance, however, felt a little underdeveloped. Petra and Galen have some amazing chemistry and their intimacy is off the charts. Unfortunately, I was left wondering how exactly they fell in love. I could see the potential but between the action and their time apart I'm not sure there was enough time to develop a completely believable love. On a positive note I do think what shines in Immortally Yours is the world building. Having been a fan of M*A*S*H* since I was young (I had a secret crush on Hawkeye shhhhhh don't tell) I was in love with the setting before I even started the book. For this reason alone I would tell everyone to give this book a chance.
I love all of Angie's books and this was one of my new favorites!
This was the first time i have read Angie Fox, and she is an awesome storyteller! Petra is a wonderful strong character and Galen was a perfect match for her. I liked the story, the characters, and the romance. I can't wait to read more!
Angie Fox has done it again. In this new series you meet Dr. Petra Robichaud, as she operates on Demi God Commander Galen of Delphi, you’ll be amazed that you ever thought Hawkeye and Hot Lips of M*A*S*H* 4077 hot. Heated sparks occur with every touch as Petra and Galen work together at M*A*S*H* 8071st to solve how her ability to communicate with ghosts might save Earth. Immortally Yours has Gods, Demi Gods and their creatures battling each other in a dimension unknown to humans. Medical staff, from all species, work 24/7 to have the wounded back on the front lines. The quirks of a reluctant Vampire and a lovelorn Werewolf living with Petra in their doctor’s ‘swamp’ are just a tease of events to come. My laughter throughout this book had me telling my friends to get this book to read this wonderful paranormal romance adventure.
So happy that Angie Fox has a new book and series out. There is just something about her books, the wit, the humor blended into fun characters and plot that really absorbs one. Really liking the concept of this book! Even in a foul mood I have been smirking, cracking a smile, even laughing at some of the things inside this book! Eager to know what happens next. So far have not learned too much on Galen. Just that he got wounded and Petra was the one that operated on him. But he's an onery sob! LOL. Ahh Petra. I feel for that woman, being put there of all places. Least she gets along with one of her roommates. Eccentric roommates. On page 66 - There is a phrase here that I completely coined as my own. LOL so it excites me when I see it in books. And it was in there. Yes I giggle. And have to comment about it. Writing got in the way of my reading! But I managed to snatch moments to read this book. I have been waiting for Fox's new series! This book sure lives up to my expectations of her. Oh I giggled! This is a fun, humerous take on the paranormal! Definitely a must need. Can't wait for more in this series!
Angie Fox Immortally Yours Angie Fox, author of the fan favorite Accidental Demon Slayer (Biker Witches) series, has come up with a fantastic new series that blends the paranormal with immortal gods and sets them in a war zone that recruits vampires, weres, demi-gods and humans with not so pure blood, to patch up the casualties of the war in a MASH unit. Old gods vs. new gods are battling to the death with the souls of the humans both fighting to save the wounded and fighting the battles on the line as well as the entire human existence but there is a chance that the war could be stopped or at least slowed to a standstill if the Oracles predictions come true and the three steps to the prophecy come to pass. Dr. Petra Robichaud had left behind her New Orleans home and had been patching up wounded in the 3063rd for a few years. Years that she knew she would never see her home or family again. Low man in the OR, she is thrust into a complicated surgery that leads to her saving a particularly sexy immortal from certain death and possibly setting in motion the first of the Oracles prophecies. Having the demi-god war hero stick around came with a few perks that she didn’t mind but when they have to face a few life and death decisions if they are to complete the next two prophecies she is torn between saving humanity and saving the demi-god who had stolen her heart. Commander Galen of Delphi should have been dead on the table from the bronze dagger that an unknown assailant had plunged into his side. If not for the beautiful doctor he would have lost his immortal life to the cause. Getting closer to the woman, thanks to a series of mysterious paperwork snafus, is a nice diversion for a man married to his military career but when he realizes her secret he must protect her and guide her towards a destiny prophesized by the Oracles. Staying in camp he brings not only a few perks to those keeping their side alive but while protecting Petra and guiding her to their destiny he finds a connection that he had never imagined in immortal life. Angie Fox makes me laugh out loud. Her characters are always a combination of wit, brains, sex-on-a-stick, snark and totally addictive. Petra is a strong and smart heroine, Galen is a gallant and sexy hero and the rest of the cast merge together to not only steal the show but give them the support they need to find a way through the chaos and crap thrown in their way. Only Ms. Fox could come up with the premise of a MASH unit with for immortals run by the likes of a Drakkar smelling vampire with possible secrets about his sexuality, a werewolf how is so homesick for his family he adopt various creatures (aka dinosaurs) out of the tar swamp, a security guard sphinx and a Colonel that everyone in camp is trying to pull one over on in hopes of getting some R&R topside. Petra and Galen’s path to find happiness was fun, frisky, sexy and a must read! Grab this one now and pre-order the next one STAT!
Angie has done it again. The humor and the danger all tied up into one package. This book will keep you turning pages until the end. The path that the Hero Galen and the Heroine Petra have to follow is filled with intense emotion, steaming sex (when of course they get there as another reviewer has mentioned that limbo is a giant cock block) and humor even amongst the stark realities of war. This book is amazing and I can not wait for the next segment!
Let me start off by saying that I have qualms about reading this book....ONLY becasue I love her Slayer Series so much that I was worried that she couldn't repeate that magic and Dimtri. BUT I did buy it on the day it came out and I finished it the day it came out. I LOVE IT !! Galen gives Dimtri a run for his griffin money. I loved all the characters and their personalities, I really felt like I was in the MASH camp! I cannot wait to read Immortally Embraced..Feb. 2013 cannot come fast enough! Awesome Job Angie!!!
I GIVE THIS BOOK: 4 1/2 out of 5 This is my first official book into the paranormal genre. One of the reasons it took me so long is because I was afraid of it. Boy, I sure did kick myself while reading this book because I had nothing to fear. I enjoyed it. I loved it! Maybe I had a good book to start with and other paranormal books will not be like this one or maybe they will. Either way, this author took me into limbo, into the OR and into Galen's pants...I mean tent. Fox writes with enough detail to make you feel like you are Petra's shadow but not too much that it overwhelms the book. The only reason this book does not receive a perfect score is because I had to look up some of the paranormal creature names. Those ended up not being perinet to the story, but you do not know that at the time. Fox has a writing style that puts me in the book. As if I was sitting in the corner of the OR watching Petra pull daggers out of super hot demi-gods. Oh and the sexual tease! Poor Petra but it made me laugh. Go figure, the underworld is a big c**k-block. I felt everything Petra felt and felt everything Galen felt. My heart was connected to these characters. I felt the loneliness, the hunger, the fear, the pain and the love. I felt the love so strong. Only a truly gifted writer can guide you successfully through this range of emotions. Only a truly gifted writer can give you that anxious feeling when you realize the next book in that series has not come out yet. Angie Fox, you have officially become my favorite paranormal writer. All future paranormal books I will read will have to live up to this standard I have set...you have set. If you are looking for a book to ease you into the paranormal genre, this is one! If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself! Until next time, take life one page at a time!
I liked the story line, I liked her style of writing...but that being said, I'm not a fan of first person books. I feel I'm only getting half the story....which means I probably won't read the next in the series. If you like putting yourself in the story, give Elizabeth Vaughan a try too.
9/10/12 WOW! Extremely good book.