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"My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red."

Once upon a time, a spell went awry, stranding Make Believe characters in the ordinary world. Since then, Tess "Red" Little--a/k/a Little Red Riding Hood--has worked as an Enforcer for the Chicago branch of the Fairytale Management Authority. But, consider yourself warned--she's not just some waif with a


"My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red."

Once upon a time, a spell went awry, stranding Make Believe characters in the ordinary world. Since then, Tess "Red" Little--a/k/a Little Red Riding Hood--has worked as an Enforcer for the Chicago branch of the Fairytale Management Authority. But, consider yourself warned--she's not just some waif with a basket of goodies. All grown up and with nothing to lose, a gun and combat boots is more her style. And Red's new assignment threatens to be short on happily ever afters. . .

Someone is murdering transplanted Tales in gruesome fashion. The list of fictional characters capable of such grisly acts is short and includes more than one of Red's old flames. And if that wasn't bad enough, there's another complication, in the form of sexy, enigmatic Nate Grimm, the FMA's lead detective and part-time Reaper. Used to following her own rules and living life on the edge, Red has managed to avoid taking on a partner until now. But Nate's dark side makes him perfect for a case like this. That is, if she can trust him. Because if there's one thing Red knows for sure, it's that believing in the wrong person can have big, bad consequences. . .

"It's not often that something totally new and entertaining comes along, but Kate SeRine doesn't disappoint with Red. I definitely recommend this to readers who want humor, drama, suspense, and a truly entertaining, "feel good" romance." --Kate Douglas

"Unique and totally off-the-wall, fun, romantic, suspenseful, oh-my-GAWD enjoyable!" --Kate Douglas

"If you love fantasy, romance and old fashion gumshoe detective stories you are in for a great read!" --The Best Fantasy Stories

"Red ROCKED! The writing was smart and clever, and I really enjoyed SeRine's voice." --Basia's Bookshelf

National Reader's Choice Award Winner Kate SeRine(pronounced "serene") faithfully watched weekend monster movie marathons while growing up, each week hoping that maybe this time the creature du jour would get the girl. But every week she was disappointed. So when she began writing her own stories, Kate vowed that her characters would always have a happily ever after. And, thus, her love for paranormal romance was born.

Kate lives in a smallish, quintessentially Midwestern town with her husband and two sons, who share her love of storytelling. She never tires of creating new worlds to share and is even now working on her next project.

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A Transplanted Tales Novel

By Mary Serine


Copyright © 2012 Kate Serine
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ISBN: 978-1-60183-018-0


I'd been watching Dave "Pied Piper" Hamelin for a couple of days, waiting for the right moment to bring him in for his most recent screwup. Dave was a registered sex offender who'd reportedly blown the terms of his parole: no kids, no hookers, no booze. Period. And as an Enforcer for the FMA, it's my job to, well, enforce the laws of our kind by any means necessary.

Fortunately, Dave hadn't slipped up on the first condition this time — otherwise some other Enforcer would be hunting me down and dragging my ass in for murder. But, too bad for Dave, when he did resurface from a prolonged period of flying under the radar, he was bare-assed and shit-faced at a brothel run by one of my best informants.

One thing you learn in this business — keep your friends close and your informants closer. I'd spent decades forming my network of snitches and knew exactly who to go to when I wanted the best inside information. For people like Dave who couldn't control their more questionable proclivities for very long, Happy Endings was pretty much a foregone conclusion. This wasn't the first time I'd picked up Dave here and probably wouldn't be the last.

I checked my watch, noting the time. Seven o'clock on the dot. Dave's compulsion for punctuality was legendary — he never missed a deadline and expected the same courtesy in return. Knowing he'd be showing up any second now, I scrunched down a little lower in the seat of my jalopy masquerading as a Range Rover until I could just barely see over the dashboard.

Dave and I'd had a few go-arounds in the past, so I knew he wasn't going to be glad to see me and didn't want him to bolt and go into hiding again. Considering that he owned and operated a successful, environmentally friendly, and totally green pest control business and rarely deviated from his highly ordered life, the guy was surprisingly hard to corner.

Squinting against the setting sun that backlit the building across the street from me, I shook my head in dismay as Dave pulled up to the curb in his BMW. He jauntily hopped out, tossing his keys to the waiting valet.

What a dumb-ass.

You'd think someone who'd spent the last couple hundred years nickel-and-diming it in an FMA prison would be a little more careful, but the fact that he'd been visiting his favorite haunt for a little slap and tickle every night for the past couple of days had made him complacent and sloppy. An idiocy twofer.

Rock on.

I got out of the Rover and hurried across the street, grabbing the keys from the valet and pitching them down the chute of a blue mailbox.

"What the hell, lady?" the shocked, freckle-faced teenager demanded. "I'm going to lose my freaking job!"

I paused midstride and gave the kid a bemused look. "Freaking?" I repeated. "Kid, if you're going to start something with me, go big or go home."

He screwed up his face at me as I bolted up the rest of the steps and through the brothel's bright red door. The red door was a bit cliché, sure, but as far as these places went, Happy Endings honestly was about as classy as you could get.

A grumpy looking dwarf — no, really, he's a dwarf, long beard and everything — gave me a nod as I passed through the foyer in search of my pal Dave. Seeing me coming, paranoid patrons skittered back into their alcoves and love dens. Knowing me either by sight or by reputation, they were smart enough to get out of my way as I plowed a path to the fantasy suite where I knew Dave would be getting busy.

I was just reaching for the yawning lion's head doorknob when a buzzing at my hip and the sudden strains of Combichrist's "Red" made me jump. Too late, I realized I'd forgotten to silence the ringer on my cell phone. I cursed under my breath at the unforgivable oversight and reflexively hit the button on the side. But the rustling within the room told me that I wasn't the only one who'd heard it.

"Great," I huffed, leaning away from the door and giving it a powerful kick with my battered and worn combat boot. "So much for surprises."

As the door swung open, I caught a glimpse of Dave's back disappearing out the room's emergency exit. A startled, pigtailed blonde pretending to be half her age hastily gathered the sheet over her bare breasts.

"Sweetie, you do this for a living," I muttered as I rushed toward the back door. "Little late for modesty, don't you think?"

I heard Goldilocks call something in the general direction of my departing, but didn't bother trying to decipher it. Probably nothing I hadn't heard before.

"Come on, Dave!" I hollered into the darkening alley I now traveled, my knees pumping as my boots pounded the pavement. "You know how this is going to end."

I paused to catch my breath and listen for movement. Suddenly, something zipped past my face, startling me into a defensive crouch.

"What the hell?"

Not eager to get myself shot, I drew my own weapon and pressed closer against the bricks, creeping more slowly toward where I could hear Dave's ragged breathing.

"You shooting at me, Dave?" I called out, inching farther along. "You're a jerk and a pedophile, but you're not a murderer. Throw the gun on the ground where I can see it."

"Leave me alone, Red!" came the shaky reply.

"You know the drill, Dave. It's no big deal —"

Another wild shot rang out, ricocheting off the brick and sending up a cloud of red dust.

"Damn it, Dave! Watch what you're doing!"

"I mean it!" he yelled back, his voice taking on an edge of hysteria that made me nervous. "You don't understand, Red. I can't let you take me in!"

"You know me, Dave," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "I'll make sure —"

This time when the gun fired, the bullet wasn't for me.

One nice thing about being a former fairytale is that we're damned hard to kill — more or less immortal, really, when it comes to the usual ways of buying the farm — but one thing that's guaranteed to get the job done is a bullet to the brain. And Dave had managed it beautifully.

"Damn it, Dave," I muttered, squatting down beside him. "What the hell scared you this badly?"

"Hey ya, Red."

My head snapped up quickly at the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey, Nate," I said with a grin. "You almost scared me to death."

He threw his head back with a burst of mirth that always seemed at odds with this kind of crime scene, but I guess after so many years of collecting the dead as a Reaper, he'd become desensitized to it all.

Nate Grimm came over in the forties and had been so enamored with the post-WWII era he'd never really left it. Let's just say if he'd suddenly faded to black and white and started doing his own voice-over narration in that world-weary raspy voice of his, I wouldn't have been entirely surprised. I'd never seen him in anything except an impeccably tailored wool suit, simple silk tie, and an overcoat that looked like a prop from Casablanca. And the fedora that covered his dark hair was such a permanent fixture, I often found myself debating if the shadows shrouding his handsome face were from the hat or some other, more mysterious source.

Nate was the FMA's top homicide detective and, by virtue of his special talents, always knew when one of us had checked out before you could even call it in. Anybody that dialed into death was a shade or two this side of creepy, but still, I couldn't help liking the guy — even if in the back of my mind I knew he'd eventually be coming for me, too. There was just something about him that had always intrigued me.

Chomping his gum with the kind of rabid intensity that defined everything he did, Nate ambled over to Dave's body, hands buried deep in his pockets. For a long moment, he studied the gore at my feet, his thoughts churning almost visibly behind his stoic expression. "Offed himself, huh?"

I nodded, knowing that I was still frowning. "Doesn't make any sense, though," I told him, rising to my feet. "I was only bringing him in for a minor parole violation. Nothing serious. But something had him scared enough to dread going back to prison. Any ideas what he'd be so afraid of?"

Nate's bottomless black eyes flashed briefly with a haunting light as he considered my question and mangled his gum with increased vigor. I could practically see the wheels turning. Then, finally, he shook his head. "Nah. I got nothin'."

"Some detective you are," I taunted, casting a wry grin his way and receiving a handsome, good-natured smile in return.

Nate jerked his head toward my hip. "You gonna get that?" I'd been so caught up in bantering with Nate I hadn't noticed my phone was ringing again. With a groan at the unwelcome interruption, I snatched up the offending device and glanced at the number before answering.

"Hey, Elizabeth."

"Tess! I'm so delighted to have finally caught you," came the slightly husky, softly accented voice of my best — and pretty much only — girlfriend. "Is this a bad time?"

I tried not to sigh. "Uh, yeah, actually," I admitted, edging back toward the opening of the alley and away from Dave's body. "I'm kind of in the middle of something. I'm really sorry —"

"Not at all," Eliza said quickly. "I had hoped that perhaps you'd like to join me for tea this evening. Or perhaps a glass of wine? Darcy is away on business...."

I glanced over my shoulder to check on the progress of the investigation and was startled to see that Nate had followed me. He stood with his arms crossed, grinning smugly while he watched me struggle with abruptly downshifting to girly mode.

"Uh, sure," I relented. "Yeah. I can come by after I finish here. See you soon."

"How is the lovely Mrs. Bennet-Darcy?" Nate asked as I pocketed my phone once more.

"Piss off," I snapped. "You're just jealous she prefers my company to yours."

Nate's laugh burst out again, echoing in the alley. "Perceptive as always, Red. Tell me your secret, or I'll have no choice but to unleash my charm."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "And what charm would that be?"

Nate grabbed my arm and spun me around once, dropping me back into a dancer's dip so swiftly it stole my breath. "The same charm you find so irresistible."


I'd never really thought so until now as I suddenly found myself knocked off balance and held tightly in the arms of Death himself.

My instinct was to make some smart-ass quip, but as I became very aware of his arms wrapped around me, one hand pressed firmly in the small of my back, I was completely enveloped by him. Every sense soaked him in, making it hard for me to breathe — let alone put together a coherent thought. And when he offered me that mischievous wink of his, my stomach unexpectedly danced a little jig.

What the hell?

Nate wasn't a particularly big guy, even though at an inch or so shy of six feet tall he had a good foot of height on me. But he had the kind of strong, broad shoulders you knew you could count on to back you in a fight and an imposing presence that made everyone wary the minute he walked into a room. Everyone but me, that is. I found his presence comforting, soothing — and, at that moment, incredibly and disconcertingly sexy.

My confusion and bewilderment must have leaked into my expression because Nate's altered as well, becoming far more sober than I'd ever seen. For one crazy, mind-numbing moment, I thought he might actually kiss me.

Fortunately, just as things were getting too weird for my liking, my phone went off again, making us both start and practically jump apart. Still rattled by what had just occurred, I reflexively answered the phone, my eyes never leaving Nate's and noting with surprise what looked like disappointment shining there.

"This is Red."

While I listened to my boss's sharp directive, I followed Nate with my eyes as he returned his attention to the crime scene and began to walk a slow, careful perimeter. A moment later, a nondescript black cargo van pulled up at the end of the alley. Two huge dudes in black suits and sunglasses sprang out to guard the entrance to the alley as the forensics team piled out, their unmarked black equipment cases in hand.

"What do we have, Grimm?" Trish Muffet, the coroner and lead forensics Investigator, pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a no-nonsense snap as she approached. Her buttercup yellow ringlets made her seem a lot mousier than she was, but this gal sure wasn't afraid of spiders anymore. Or anything else, I imagined.

As Nate took Trish on a tour of the scene, I gave myself a mental shake and turned my attention back to the irritated voice on the other end of the line. "Yeah, I heard you," I replied. "I'm on my way."

Deciding to leave them to it and get to headquarters as I'd just been commanded, I hurried off toward my worn and battered Rover, mustering all my resolve to keep from glancing over my shoulder to where I knew Nate was watching me go. I could feel his gaze on me, willing me to turn around. In all the times I'd been around him and all the times we'd worked a crime scene together, I'd never noticed that pull between us, but I sure as hell noticed it now.

I shrugged my shoulders, mentally pushing Nate away. I'd felt that kind of a connection to someone before and knew just how dangerous it could be. No way was I going to put myself through that again.


I always hated going in to headquarters. The glossy black marble floors and one-way glass walls sucked the light out of the air and made me feel claustrophobic. Much like the lives the Tales led among our human brethren, or Ordinaries, our law enforcement agency was shrouded in secrecy and shadows.

Blend in. Avoid suspicion. Act human. That was the warning drilled into each Tale after crossing over, and the building's lack of personality was a perfect reflection of this doctrine. In fact, if it weren't for the pixie couriers flitting between offices delivering field intelligence, you would've thought you were in your average, run-of-the-mill, secret government installation.

But it wasn't just the ominous decor that made me twitchy. I preferred to be out on the road, doing my thing and bringing in the bad guys, not sitting in some office, dealing with bureaucrats and politicians as they argued about jurisdictions and budgets and whatever else happened to be the issue of the day.

Apparently, today's issue was more serious than the usual fare, if the hushed tones of conversation and studiously averted gazes were any indication. Not one person I passed was willing to look me in the eye. I certainly didn't have a lot of friends within the FMA, but I wasn't usually the leper I seemed to be today.

If the silent treatment in the hallways hadn't tipped me off that something was up, the Chief 's scowl when I entered his office certainly would have done the job.

FMA Chief Director Al Addin was a menacing SOB even on a good day, but today he was flat-out frightening. I was betting whoever had pissed in his Post Toasties that morning had received one serious ass-chewing.

Al was a damned good Investigator and had worked tirelessly to turn the FMA into what it was today. Considering it was his genie involved in the little kerfuffle that'd landed us in the Here and Now, he felt like he owed it to the rest of us to bring some sort of order to the chaos of our abrupt relocation. Unfortunately, it was a never-ending struggle that had cost him his fortune, his marriage, and his peace of mind. And yet he dragged his ass into work every day to make sure that the rest of us had a chance to live free and happy where fate had tossed us.

That's why I respected the hell out of him. As long as he continued to pay me better than he should have without grumbling too much about the occasional mess I made, I figured the least I could do was put up with a trip to the office every now and then.

"Rough day?" Al grumbled with a scowl as I dropped into the leather chair across the desk from him.

"You have no idea," I muttered, flipping a thick lock of ebony hair over my shoulder and propping my cherry red combat boots on his desk.

(What? The boots? Hey, if I'm going to be saddled with the moniker anyway, I might as well rock it right. Besides, a cherry red leather trench coat, while wicked cool, was a bit impractical in my line of work. Too visible. Mine's black, natch.)

Al's brows lifted a bit. "Oh, I think I might. Get your boots off my desk."

I dropped my feet back onto the floor. "Listen, Al, there was nothing I could do. Dave has never carried a weapon in all the years I've known him. I had no idea he —"

"This isn't about Hamelin's suicide," Al interrupted.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. "It's not?"

Al leaned back in his chair, his already dusky features seeming to grow darker. "We have a problem."

"When don't we have a problem?" I joked, trying to lighten his mood and make myself feel better at the same time.

It didn't work.

Al opened a drawer and pulled out a manila folder that he then handed to me. "Take a look."

Warily, I peeked inside and quickly flipped through the crime scene photos, my gut clenching at the violence and gore captured in startlingly vivid detail.

I can't pretend I wasn't disturbed by the carnage I saw in those eight-by-ten glossies. The victims had been ripped apart, savagely mutilated. It wasn't the aftermath of your average mugging gone wrong or even your run-of-the-mill contract hit or crime of passion. I'd seen plenty of those, trust me. No, this was far more personal. There was a rage behind it that was animalistic, inhuman.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book. If you like Once Upon A Time, you'll love it too. It is well written, entertaining and just fun to read. I will definitely follow the series and will recommend it to anyone who will listen.
LBurt3 More than 1 year ago
Great read. Really liked Tess "RED" Little.  Thought Kate Serine's take on what Fairy Tale characters would be doing if forced to live on the real world was perfect. Can't wait to read more about these characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not your kids' fairy tale! Kind of a gritty noir take on every once-upon-a-time you've ever read. Part of the fun is discovering who these familiar storybook characters have become in this new world - bonus points to an author who has obviously internalized the writer's mantra of "show, don't tell."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this book! The characters' "background" stories were entertaining. Cannot wait to read the next in the series.
Melhay More than 1 year ago
Tess Little's, know as Red, recent mark to bring in Dave "Pied Piper" is a usual occurrence of minor parole violation turns surprising and doesn't make sense when he quickly takes his own life in front of her instead of going in. Something had him sacred and doesn't feel right. When Detective Nate Grimm shows Red is stunned by her response to him, then she's called back to the office at FMA - Fairytale Management Authority. Red learns there have been four severely brutal murders in the last thirty days and appears all by same person. They all seem to be four small time Tale characters, no one knows why these people were clawed to death. Red's boss, Al Addin, wants Red to bring the suspects in for questioning including Seth "Big Bad" Wolf whom Red thought was her happily ever after at one time and a few others whom she had relations with in the past. Al wants this over before the Ordinaries, humans, catch wind of the murders. Red believes down deep none of the suspects are guilty, especially the top of their list - Seth. Red's not wanting to deal with any old lovers, which is complicated by her growing attraction to the detective who requested her as his partner - Detective Nate Grimm. I love the Prologue! We learn of the fairytale characters being in the Here and Now and a brief reasoning as to why they have crossed over. It's told from Tess Little, Red as everyone calls her. Red is grown up and one tough lady as an Enforcer for the Fairytale Management Authority. I really like Red off the bat. She seems like a no nonsense kind of woman, one who holds her own. Red has grown and made a life for herself, yet she's still hurt too, in her heart. And she's dated a few...damaged Tale men as well. Red is use to working alone and now she has a partner, this is hard for her to adjust to. I really felt like many of the Tale characters and their Here and Now lives blended. Some I was surprised to see in their positions, but being in the "real" life scenario they are not who they were in their stories and lives are way different here. I so enjoyed Nate Grimm, a Homicide detective with his special talent to know when one of the fairy tales die and instantly there. Oooo Nate! Oh do I LOVE Nate's story. What we learn about him through the story. *sigh* In the end I do think I loved him, well, I strongly liked him in the beginning. Not only is Nate an amazing sounding man, but I loved the way his story fit with Red, her life, and into the story. Wonderfully planned! I kept reading as I wanted to know who committed the murders of these background characters and why. I love Red's determined hard self and the banter with her and Nate... love/hate/love, friend, more? And to meet all these troubled "bad boys" Red has dated. We follow Red learning all the clues along with her, and kept me guessing. I had my suspicions and there were surprises that fit PERFECTLY with the clues we got. A mystery story that will keep you flipping and guessing. This is a modernization of fairytale characters with a bloody mystery to solve and it seems to touch Red's personal life. If you haven't picked this up yet because you fear to much Romance, GO GET IT! There is an enticing murder story here. And wonderful molding of Fairytale characters in the ordinary world. There is falling in love present but not over the top here. There is a perfect combination with the growth of the relationshi
AnnieT77 More than 1 year ago
Just finished and had to comment.  Great story.  Red is an awesome character.  Reminds me somewhat of Stephanie Plum-a good detective with great instincts who bumbles around a little and has had her share of boyfriend trouble.  It was interesting how Ms. SeRine used the fairy tales we know and love to create each storyline in the real world.  I look forward to the next chapter in the series.
MVF More than 1 year ago
I recently read this--I enjoy spins on fairy tales. Tess Littls is "Red" she used to be Little Red Riding Hood--but she and many other "Tales" crossed over years ago into the world of ordinaries (humans). She's an enforcer, her job is to take in Tales that are breaking the law. When one Tale kills himself, instead of allowing Tess to bring him in, she is forced into an investigation of a series of murders with the primary suspects being her former lovers. She is roped into working with Nate Grimm, a "Reaper" also known as Death. Together they attempt to uncover the truth, as they fight their growing attraction. In the end--their fate is tied together. Literally. I loved the world building--and the different characters--we meet Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, plus a multitude of different characters. Nate --is intriguing, preferring old style suits, fedoras, and mannerisims. Tess--is a very angry woman. She's tough, doesn't like to get close and is at times over the top. She's almost too angry for me, at her personal black moment she frustrated me--I almost put the book down. But, in the end it all worked out very nicely. I think this is an engaging story and I look forward to more from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it ,,, waiting for the book ,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down!!! Cant wait for the next one!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this book!! This book of 304 pages was the best! I love how the author brings in other characters from other tales and ties them all together! Makes for the best twisted fairy tale! Looking forward to more installments in the series. This is a book rated: Highly Recommend!!!!!
dhmaker More than 1 year ago
Fun, well-paced, and imaginative, the story drew me in and kept me reading 'til the end. I really enjoyed the unexpected ways the characters developed once in the "ordinary world" and that the plot wraps up enough to be a stand-alone book. Even so, the writing in engaging enough that I want to follow along on the next assignment. I recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought it would be an interesting twist on a classic fairy tale, but it was so much better. It makes you wonder what life would be like if it was all true, and the details allow you to picture the events, places, and characters in your mind. Little to no spelling or grammer mistakes, that I saw, and this makes me even happier. This book was the first one I read by this author and I will tell you I am going to reread this and more. Cannot wait for more in the series, I bought the next one as soon as I could, and can't wait to start it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A nice refreshing and different take on our beloved and not so beloved fairytale characters. I gave it only four stars because it was very frustrating to read the way things were left with the vampire, I will not elaborate as I don't want to ruin it for future readers. Safe to say it was a very enjoyable read, Red and Grimm had amazing, PG13, chemistry. I prefer more spice in my books but I enjoyed reading this book and all the tension between the characters. I can't wait to read the next book in this series... SR
CherylandMattD 6 months ago
I really liked this book! I love the writing, I love the idea, I loved it!
Anonymous 11 months ago
Loved the book and the premise
AVoraciousReadr More than 1 year ago
Loved it! 4.5 *Book source ~ Gifted Tess “Red” Little lives in Chicago and works as an Enforcer for the Fairytale Management Authority. See, ever since a magic spell went wonky and fairy tale characters have been crossing over into human reality, there needs to be some kind of governing body to keep them in line. For the most part they behave themselves or the crimes are petty. But every once in a while Red is called in to track down and apprehend a murderer. When characters are being murdered in a particularly gruesome way and the suspect list contains Red’s former lovers, her boss assigns Detective Nate Grimm to help her with the case. Red works alone and she really doesn’t want the sexy mysterious Reaper riding her cloak, er coat. In the end though, Nate more than proves his worth, but will a happily ever after be attainable? First off, I’ve been enjoying the fairy tale retellings that have been popping up lately. Some more than others, but I have to say that this one is top of the stack. The plot, world, creativeness, characters, writing and the humor are reasons aplenty to keep me reading. Red is tough yet vulnerable. She’s not perfect, but she does the best she can. She’s had a rough past and she’s a loner, but she’s smart and funny, too. Nate is just yummy. Who doesn’t love a sexy Reaper? Ok, that sounds a little looney, but hey, he’s fictional so it’s ok, right? I’m going with hell yeah! The mystery was enough to keep me guessing and did I mention the humor? I love humor sprinkled throughout a book. I’ll definitely be continuing with this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love fairy tales! When I first started reading it i only read the prologue and stopped for a couple of days. When i picked the book up again, i had to force my self to actually put it down so that I could sleep. The story line is very captivating. The modern day twist on the fairy tale is really good. I probably will be buying the other books.
tigerlilly_liz More than 1 year ago
~ 3 Red Stars ~ Red is book one in the Transplanted Tales by Kate SeRine. We get suspense, intrigue and a unique portrayal of fairy tail characters.  Tess Little, aka Red. She is just ok! She was supposed to be bad ass, then she does something stupid like sleep with an ex-boyfriend who is a suspect in the investigation. The women seems to still be a scared little girl running. Nate Grimm, aka Death or Reaper. He is attractive, but I kept thinking of the TV show Grimm when I read his name. So maybe the show was not around when the author wrote the book, but it kept distracting me.  We get a crazy cast of fairy tail characters that are interesting in Red , but they where lacking and needed more development, as for Red and Grimm, you can tell that they are meant to be together, but for some reason it takes the whole book for them to hook up. The plot is mystery/suspense which I enjoyed. That is probably what kept me going along with the author’s sense of humor. I really did enjoy the retelling of the fairy tail characters and how they are more then their story. It was interesting, but not outstanding.  Red was fun and enjoyable. It did not wow me, but I still enjoyed it. I am hoping for more character development in the series when I do read on.
DustymomCA More than 1 year ago
a very fun read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh yeah then lays he on the bed
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the unique twist on little red riding hood. Great read. Highly recommend.
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