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Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he was going to finish anytime soon. Brad or Brian or whatever his name was thrust away, eyes squeezed shut with such concentration that you would have thought having sex was on par with brain surgery or lifting steel beams.
"Brett," I panted. It was time to pull out the big guns.
He opened one eye. "Bryce."
"Bryce." I put on my most passionate, orgasmic face. "Please ... please ... don't stop."
His other eye opened. Both went wide.
A minute later, it was all over.
"Sorry," he gasped, rolling off me. He looked mortified. "I don't know ... didn't mean ..."
"It's okay, baby." I felt only a little bad about using the don't stop trick on him. It didn't always work, but for some guys, planting that seed completely undid them. "It was amazing."
And really, that wasn't entirely a lie. The sex itself had been mediocre, but the rush afterward ... the feel of his life and his soul pouring into me ... yeah. That was pretty amazing. It was what a succubus like me literally lived for.
He gave me a weary smile. The energy he'd had now flowed in my body. Its loss had exhausted him, burned him out. He'd sleep soon and would probably continue sleeping a great deal over the next fewdays. His soul had been a good one, and I'd taken a lot of it-as well as his life itself. He'd now live a few years less, thanks to me.
I tried not to think about that as I hurriedly put on my clothes. Instead, I focused on how I'd done what I had to do for my own survival. Plus, my infernal masters required me to seduce and corrupt good souls on a regular basis. Bad men might make me feel less guilty, but they didn't fulfill Hell's quota.
Bryce seemed surprised at my abrupt departure but was too worn out to fight it. I promised to call him-having no intention of doing so-and slipped out of the room as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
I'd barely cleared his front door before shape-shifting. I'd come to him as a tall, sable-haired woman but now once again wore my preferred shape, petite with hazel-green eyes and light brown hair that flirted with gold. Like most of my life, my features danced between states, never entirely settling on one.
I put Bryce out of my mind, just like I did with most men I slept with, and drove across town to what was rapidly becoming my second home. It was a tan, stucco condo, set into a community of other condos that tried desperately to be as hip as new construction in Seattle could manage. I parked my Passat out front, fished my key out of my purse, and let myself inside.
The condo was still and quiet, wrapped in darkness. A nearby clock informed me it was three in the morning. Walking toward the bedroom, I shape-shifted again, swapping my clothes for a red nightgown.
I froze in the bedroom's doorway, surprised to feel my breath catch in my throat. You'd think after all this time, I would have gotten used to him, that he wouldn't affect me like this. But he did. Every time.
Seth lay sprawled on the bed, one arm tossed over his head. His breathing came deep and fitful, and the sheets lay in a tangle around his long, lean body. Moonlight muted out the color of his hair, but in the sun, its light brown would pick up a russet glow. Seeing him, studying him, I felt my heart swell in my chest. I'd never expected to feel this way about anyone again, not after centuries of feeling so ... empty. Bryce had meant nothing to me, but this man before me meant everything.
I slid into bed beside him, and his arms instantly went around me. I think it was instinctual. The connection between us was so deep that even while unconscious, we couldn't stay away from each other.
I pressed my cheek to Seth's chest, and his skin warmed mine as I fell asleep. The guilt from Bryce faded, and soon, there was only Seth and my love for him.
I slipped almost immediately into a dream. Except, well, I wasn't actually in it, at least not in the active sense. I was watching myself, seeing the events unfold as though at a movie. Only, unlike a movie, I could feel every detail. The sights, the sounds ... it was almost more vivid than real life.
The other Georgina was in a kitchen, one I didn't recognize. It was bright and modern, far larger than anything I could imagine a non-cook like me needing. My dream-self stood at the sink, arms elbow-deep in sudsy water that smelled like oranges. She was hand-washing dishes, which surprised my real-self-but was doing a shoddy job, which did not surprise me. On the floor, an actual dishwasher lay in pieces, thus explaining the need for manual labor.
From another room, the sounds of "Sweet Home Alabama" carried to my ears. My dream-self hummed along as she washed, and in that surreal, dream sort of way, I could feel her happiness. She was content, filled with a joy so utterly perfect, I could barely comprehend it. Even with Seth, I'd rarely ever felt so happy-and I was pretty damned happy with him. I couldn't imagine what could make my dream-self feel this way, particularly while doing something as mundane as washing dishes.
I woke up.
To my surprise, it was full morning, bright and sunny. I'd had no sense of time passing. The dream had seemed to last only a minute, yet the nearby alarm clock claimed six hours had passed. The loss of the happiness my dream-self had experienced made me ache.
Weirder than that, I felt ... not right. It took me a moment to peg the problem: I was drained. The life energy I needed to survive, the energy I'd stolen from Bryce, was almost gone. In fact, I had less now than I'd had before going to bed with him. It made no sense. A burst of life like that should have lasted a couple weeks at least, yet I was nearly as wiped out as he'd been. I wasn't low enough to start losing my shape-shifting ability, but I'd need a new fix within a couple of days.
Seth's sleepy voice came from beside me. I rolled over and found him propped on one elbow, watching me with a small, sweet smile.
I didn't want to explain what had happened. Doing so would mean elaborating on what I'd done with Bryce, and while Seth theoretically knew what I did to survive, ignorance really was bliss.
"Nothing," I lied. I was a good liar.
He touched my cheek. "I missed you last night."
"No, you didn't. You were busy with Cady and O'Neill."
His smile turned wry, but even as it did, I could see his eyes start to take on the dreamy, inward look he got when he thought about the characters in his novels. I'd made kings and generals beg for my love in my long life, yet some days, even my charms couldn't compete with the people who lived in Seth's head.
Fortunately, today wasn't one of those days, and his attention focused back on me.
"Nah. They don't look as good in a nightgown. That's very Anne Sexton, by the way. Like 'candy store cinnamon hearts.'"
Only Seth would use a bipolar poet as a compliment. I glanced down and ran an absentminded hand over the red silk. "This does look pretty good," I admitted. "I might look better in this than I do naked."
He scoffed. "No, Thetis. You do not."
I smiled, as I always did, when he used the pet name he coined for me. In Greek mythology, Thetis had been Achilles' mother, a shape-shifting goddess won by a determined mortal. And then, in what was an astonishingly aggressive move for him, Seth flipped me onto my back and began kissing my neck.
"Hey," I said, putting up a half-hearted struggle. "We don't have time for this. I have stuff to do. And I want breakfast."
"Noted," he mumbled, moving on to my mouth. I stopped my complaining. Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy.
But there was no real melting to be had, not for us. With a well-practiced sense of timing that you could probably set a watch to, he pulled away from the kiss and sat up, removing his hands as well. Still smiling, he looked down at me and my undignified sprawl.
I smiled back, squelching the small pang of regret that always came at these moments of retreat.
But that was the way it was with us, and honestly, we had a pretty good system going when one considered all the complications in our relationship. My friend Hugh once had joked that all women steal men's souls if they're together long enough. In my case, it didn't taken years of bickering. A too-long kiss would suffice. Such was the life of a succubus. I didn't make the rules, and I had no way to stop the involuntary energy theft that came from intimate physical contact. I could, however, control whether that physical contact happened in the first place, and I made sure it didn't. I ached for Seth, but I wouldn't steal his life as I had Bryce's.
I sat as well, ready to get up, but Seth must have been feeling bold this morning. He wrapped his arms around my waist and shifted me onto his lap, pressing himself against my back so that his lightly stubbled face buried itself in my neck and hair. I felt his body tremble with the intake of a heavy, deep breath. He exhaled it just as slowly, like he sought control of himself, and then strengthened his grip on me.
"Georgina," he breathed against my skin.
I closed my eyes, and the playfulness was gone. A dark intensity wrapped around us, one that burned with both desire and a fear of what might come.
"Georgina," he repeated. His voice was low, husky. I felt like melting again. "Do you know why they say succubi visit men in their sleep?"
"Why?" My own voice was small.
"Because I dream about you every night." In most circumstances, that would have sounded trite, but from him, it was powerful and hungry.
I squeezed my eyes tighter as a swirl of emotions danced within me. I wanted to cry. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to scream. It was all too much sometimes. Too much emotion. Too much danger. Too much, too much.
Opening my eyes, I shifted so that I could see his face. We held each other's gazes, both of us wanting more and unable to give or take it. Breaking the look first, I slipped regretfully from his embrace. "Come on. Let's go eat."
Seth lived in Seattle's university district-the U-district to locals-and was within easy walking distance to assorted shops and restaurants that lay adjacent to the University of Washington's campus. We found breakfast at a small café, and omelets and conversation soon banished the earlier awkwardness. Afterward, we wandered idly up University Way, holding hands. I had errands to run, and he had writing to do, yet we were reluctant to part.
Seth suddenly stopped walking. "Georgina."
His eyebrows rose as he stared off at something across the street. "John Cusack is standing over there."
I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed.
"That's not John Cusack. That's Jerome."
"Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack."
"Keyword: looked. That guy doesn't look like him. That guy is him."
"Believe me, he's not." Seeing Jerome's impatient expression, I let go of Seth's hand. "Be right back."
I crossed the street, and as the distance closed between my boss and me, Jerome's aura washed over my body. All immortals have a unique signature, and a demon like Jerome had an especially strong one. He felt like waves and waves of roiling heat-like when you open an oven and don't stand far enough back.
"Make it fast," I told him. "You're ruining my romantic interlude. Like usual."
Jerome dropped the cigarette and put it out with his black Kenneth Cole oxford. He glanced disdainfully around. "What, here? Come on, Georgie. This isn't romantic. This place isn't even a pit stop on the road to romance."
I put an angry hand on one hip. Whenever Jerome interrupted my personal life, it usually heralded a series of mishaps I'd never wanted to be involved in. Something told me this was no exception. "What do you want?"
I blinked. "What?"
"We've got a meeting tonight. An all staff meeting."
"When you say 'all staff', do you mean like all staff?"
The last time Seattle's supervising archdemon had gathered everyone in the area together, it had been to inform us that our local imp wasn't "meeting expectations." Jerome had let us all tell the imp good-bye and then banished the poor guy off to the fiery depths of Hell. It was kind of sad, but then my friend Hugh had replaced him, so I'd gotten over it. I hoped this meeting wouldn't have a similar purpose.
He gave me an annoyed look, one that said I was clearly wasting his time. "That's the definition of all staff, isn't it?"
"When is it?"
"Seven. At Peter and Cody's. Don't be late. Your presence is essential."
Shit. I hoped this wasn't actually my going away party. I'd been on pretty good behavior lately. "What's this about?"
"Find out when you get there. Don't be late," he repeated.
Stepping off the main thoroughfare and into the shadow of a building, the demon vanished.
A feeling of dread spread through me. Demons were never to be trusted, particularly when they looked like quirky movie stars and issued enigmatic invitations.
"Everything okay?" Seth asked me when I rejoined him.
I considered. "In as much as it ever is."
He wisely chose not to pursue the subject, and he and I eventually separated to take care of our respective tasks. I was dying to know what this meeting could be about but not nearly as much as I wanted to know what had made me lose my energy overnight. And as I ran my errands-groceries, oil change, Macy's-I also found the strange, brief dream replaying in my head. How could such a short dream have been so vivid? And why couldn't I stop thinking about it?
The puzzle distracted me so much that seven rolled around without me knowing it. Groaning, I headed off for my friend Peter's place, speeding the whole way. Great. I was going to be late. Even if this meeting didn't concern me and my impending unemployment, I might end up getting a taste of Jerome's wrath after all.
About six feet from the apartment door, I felt the hum of immortal signatures. A lot of them. My friends' auras, familiar and beloved, sang to me instantly. A few others gave me pause as I tried to remember who they belonged to; the greater Puget Sound area had a host of hellish employees that I almost never interacted with. One signature I didn't recognize at all. And one ... one seemed almost familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on who it belonged to, though.
I started to knock, decided an all staff meeting deserved more than jeans and a T-shirt, and shape-shifted my outfit into a brown dress with a low-cut, surplice top. My hair settled into a neat bun. I raised my hand to the door.
An annoyed vampire I barely remembered let me in. She inclined her chin to me by way of greeting and then continued her conversation with another vampire I'd only met once. I think they worked out of Tacoma, which as I far as I was concerned might as well be annexed to Hell itself.
My friend Hugh, dark-haired with a large frame, paced around while chatting animatedly on his cell phone. Jerome lounged in an armchair with a martini. His little-seen lieutenant demonesses stood in a corner, keeping to themselves as always. Peter and Cody-my good friends and the vampires who lived here-laughed about something in the kitchen with a few other hellish employees I only distantly knew.
It could have been an ordinary cocktail party, almost a celebration. I hoped that meant no smiting tonight since that would have really put a damper on the atmosphere. No one had noticed my arrival except for Jerome.
"Ten minutes late," he growled.
"Hey, it's a fashionable-"
My words were cut off as a tall, Amazonian blonde nearly barreled into me.
"Oh! You must be Georgina! I've been dying to meet you."
I raised my eyes past spandex-clad double-D breasts and up into big blue eyes with impossibly long lashes. A huge set of beauty pageant teeth smiled down at me.
My moments of speechlessness were few, but they did happen. This walking Barbie doll was a succubus. A really new one. So shiny and new, in fact, it was a wonder she didn't squeak. I recognized her age both from her signature and her appearance. No succubus with any sense would have shape-shifted into that. She was trying too hard, haphazardly piling together an assortment of pseudo male-fantasy body parts. It left her with a Frankensteinian creation that was both jaw-dropping and probably anatomically impossible. (Continues...)
Excerpted from SUCCUBUS DREAMS by RICHELLE MEAD
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Posted October 21, 2008
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As someone who unenthusiastically started this book series two days ago and is already eagerly awaiting the fourth novel, I must say that Richelle Mead has the ability to create worlds and characters that draw you in so completely, you forget about the outside world. Indeed, after reading the last page of his book I realized I had cried real tears of joy, hope and terrible sorrow while reading, and was left in a hollow mood for several hours afterward. Although every book in this series is phenomenal, this third novel truly puts the readier in the mind, heart and soul (well, technically not soul) of Georgina Kincaid, and leaves the reader with a feeling of emotional turmoil and anxiousness for the next installment. If you have not yet started this series, I almost want to suggest you avoid it because true to succubus form, it will take you on a wild and unforgettable ride, but will leave you itching and axious for more. If Richelle Mead is reading this, I encourage you to be unlike the famed writer Seth Mortensen, and not force salivating, Georgina-junkie fans to wait a full year for each new novel. Thanks for blessing your readers with the gift of your imagination and good luck and great expedience with the next installment of the life and love of Letha.
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Posted August 13, 2012
I couldnt put it down i loved all of the books. My mom even had to take away my books because i wouldent stop reading them. i recomend this books to any one who lover a good action paced book with a hint of romance. I am definitly a rachelle mead fan for life
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I wanted to read Succubus Dreams because I loved Georgina and Seth in the first two books. They have a unique relationship since he is human and she is an immortal succubus. That means she feeds on other men, corrupting the good in order to keep her life force. But her and Seth have a mostly hands off policy, because she doesn't want to steal his energy. Seth is a writer and in his writing he is witty, eloquent and wordy, in his face to face interpersonal, he is quieter, shy, and his words aren't as many. But he is a strong man, he loves Georgina fiercely and he accepts the less than savory parts of being a succubus, and doesn't get jealous, much.
I love how Seth wants truth and honesty-- a baring of souls--as part of a healthy relationship. Georgina doesn't always want to open up about her past, especially her mortal life. It isn't always so much that she wants to keep it from him, but that she doesn't like to dwell on it, because she made some mistakes and it cost her and to protect those she loved, she gave up her soul. But talking about her past comes up in this one, and while Seth doesn't push her hard, he does ask, and hope for answers.
The new plot lines in this one involves a new succubus in town coming with her the third person she really fears (the first of course, being Lilith and the second her high immortal demon boss Jerome). There is also, as the title suggests, a plot line dealing with dreams.
We got a whole new view of their relationship in this one because something happened to Seth and he started thinking about his life and what he wanted to experience and what he didn't want to miss.
It leads them into a whole new areas especially with their service he knew how much they could get away with what sex they were like teenagers honestly and created so much tension and chemistry between them and I love those scenes. I totally understand where both of them were coming from though because Georgina just wanted to protect him so so much and Seth just wanted to be with her he loved her on so many different levels but Hugh also was a part of what was going on in Seth's mind. He was telling us about the way the Georgia and it would probably hurt after Seth was gone and sure enough it is been on Georgina's mind a lot about what was going to happen she was terrified that something was going to happen to him like he hurt his leg and she went crazy and then they would be even bigger incident and all she could really think about was how fragile his life is and it really scared her but it also want to take advantage of all the time that she had with him while on the other way sis was now thinking about that about how short his life was compared to Georgina and he started struggling with that because he didn't want her to hurt on such a big level.
We get to see more of Eric in this one eric is a human but he knows so much about the cousin paddle an angel and demons and all the other paranormal that inhabit this world that they're in. We realize that there's another human that specializes in dreams and Georgina goes to see him and it turns out that he is a an enemy or well once a friend of Eric and its at the whole new level to the storytelling because we don't really know what happened between the two but Eric care enough about Georgina to send her to Dante who is the dream reader when Georgina go to see him it seems like at first all he's interested in is getting a lay her. Really start to doubt some of his capabilities because she sees him left on some of the sum of his customers he sits claims to be a psychic and also palm reader and tarot card reader and she can tell by read the deck that he's completely telling the people who come to see him what they want to hear rather than what the card show but as Georgina keeps going to see him he reveals the places where he actually has some talent and he really start to care about Georgina and he's intrigued about what's going on with her because she's losing energy and she's having these really really vivid dreams and they're just wondering what kind of force is going on in the the diamond world well also the angel world because Carter has friends in this one and they're obviously searching for something.
Because going back to the relationship between Georgina and Seth there of course still in love but with all of the things going on and all of the doubts and fear of hurting the other person creepin in its not all like this honeymoon phase anymore and in some ways that's sad but in other ways we get to see the depth of their feelings for each other and we get to see them learning problem solving skills and they're even more real because they're having to deal with all of these day today issues like when Seth gets wrapped up in his writing and he completely lose track of time or Jordan is having to go and get her life worse from being with other men it is hard and on some level totally accepts her Peter it's hard to see Georgia to be with other guys and they just have such a longing to really be with each other and explore each others bodies and show each other love in a whole other area.
So... yeah there is a place in the book that completely broke my heart and I know it had to have broke Georgina's as well. I know it shouldn't because it's totally not fair concerning the circumstances of what georgina has to do to live. I mean she even gave them permission to do it but still maybe it's just who it was. Then again maybe me and georgina as well just had him on a pedestal that he shouldn't been on. Guess it's just a sign up how good a writer she is or maybe just that she writes in the way that I feel emotionally but I wanted to hit something and obviously it hurt georgina as well and it was hard watching her feel that and also to weigh the consequences that she's an immortal and going back to the things I was talking about earlier where they have to make hard choices and she is in this unique position of juggling loving him and losing him.
Then there was a scene with one of the angels and it was really hard to see them make such a selfless but selfish choice of the same time. But it served a good purpose in showing that everyone has to make their own decisions and even if you don't agree with everything that they're deciding that you have to support them whenever you love them.
Wow just wow that ending was I don't even have words for it right now I just finished it and my heart is feeling like it's put through the wringer something right now because yeah. I'm an emotional wreck and I feel so sorry for Georgina dude yeah like a friend contemporary depressing books lately and while they make me feel something... this actually made me feel like my heart waa going to break.
I can see a few threads especially with Carter in the whole conversation that kept going on about how contracts can have a loophole makes me really wonder what the next book is going to bring.
Really have no idea where she's going to take this because everything with the family and her vision because even though they seemed impossible it made you hope so much in a few things the Carter is just sad about her and I don't still know where the next book is going to go and I can't wait to get my hands on the next one.
So I can definitely see a pattern in her writing because I remember feeling like this and Vampire Academy and really just wondering how she was going to salvage the relationship with rose and Dimitri and it gives me hope because she really into that in such a way that just made me so satisfied and remembered the relationship in the story of the two so I have to really trust that she can do it again with this.
Bottom Line: Emotional wreck after endin
Posted April 16, 2014
I just got this and it was fantastic. I've become a fan of this character and the author herself. I recommend this and the other books of the series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted December 30, 2013
Succubus Dreams is a thrilling and unputdownable read. With each book the Georgina Kincaid series gets better and better. Before the end, I think my head is going to explode. As if I wasn't already dying to find certain things out, this book gave me a million more reasons to keep reading the rest of the books in this series in my spare time. There is one MAJOR, I mean MAJOR HUGE GINORMOUS, reveal in this book.
Georgie and Seth are going strong. They have figured out a way around Georgie's sexual succubus limitations - which is pretty brilliant if I do say so myself. Georgie is still fulfilling her agreement with Jerome that she made in Succubus Blues of being a full-time succubus and stealer of souls. Though, there is trouble brewing in Georgie's dreams. Every time she gets an energy fix and sleeps, she dreams. And it's not just any dream, but vivid, unattainable dreams that leave her emotionally distraught. Each dream reveals a little more than the one before it, like dabbling a carrot in front of her. She wakes up almost completely drained of energy.
Georgie knows that it's more than a dream. She suspects it's something supernatural and enlists Erik's help to figure who or what is visiting her in her dreams. As I've said before, the secondary characters in this series are really great and well-done. Erik is such a sweet old man. Erik is a mortal with the ability to sense supernatural creatures. He is also very perceptive and observant. He has always taken a liking to Georgina's well-being, which was really heartwarming. Here Georgie is a millennia old and she's being grandfathered by a man who is, what, 65? Their relationship only adds to the fragility of Georgie's character. Interestingly, Erik has always really liked Seth and has been a proponent of his and Georgie's relationship.
"You talk and move around each other in a way you're probably not even aware of. It's like how lovers usually interact...but it's something more too. You have a continual sense of each other, I think, even when not together. There's a burning in the air between you....I've never met another of your kind who's exactly like you, Miss Kincaid."
Erik is unable to help her and refers her to a dream specialist by the name of Dante Moriarty who also happens to be a con artist, magician, and full-time BS-er. I really liked this new character. Dante was rather smart-mouthed and a lousy human being, but he was happy to help George. His willingness to help Georgie was likely directly related to her attractiveness, but help is help.
As always Georgie is juggling more than one problem. Seattle gets a new succubus named Tawny. Georgie is assigned to be her mentor. And she has her work cut out for her. Tawny is completely new, totally clueless, and has no idea how to seduce even the horniest guys.
"The School of Georgina is a harsh one."
With the arrival of Tawny in Seattle, another supernatural creature comes along, an imp name Niphon — the very imp who brokered Georgie's soul for Hell two-thousand years ago. Georgie hates him. I hate him. He is nothing but trouble. There was this darkness around him and was suddenly suspicious of his intentions. My protectiveness came out. DON'T YOU HURT MY GEORGIE!! Basically Niphon was there to ensure that Tawny was being properly trained. And by properly trained, I mean, getting laid. But like I said, Tawny sucks.
Like the other books, Georgie and Seth's interactions were my favorite part. They share this deep mysterious connection that seems to be beyond just them. Just when I thought trouble was behind them, that their love for each other could carry them through any rough patches, trouble stirs its ugly head. Georgie has always been so cautious with Seth's mortal status by refusing to sleep with him to preserve his mortal life. Seth begins to worry if them being together will cause Georgina pain in the end when he is gone. The fact that they're worrying about this just shows how devoted they are to each other! Gah! I love these two.
"I love you, Georgina. You give me more joy than I ever expected to find in this life. I want to be with you...But not if it's going to do more harm than good. I don't want you to hurt."
You might think that this book would be boring or too stale with Seth and Georgie together as a couple, but boring it is not. There is more than enough action and conflict in this book. Not to mention the stellar plot twists in the end that shredded my heart. At the end of this book, you will want the next book handy. I was stunned speechless and more than a little bit emotional. This paranormal series is in no way a light and fluffy reading.
Posted November 20, 2013
So I vacillated on whether or not to finish this series after I finished Succubus on Top (of which I am not a fan),
but since I was more than halfway through this installment I decided to at least finish this book. I definitely liked
this storyline better, seemed to have a bit more action and intrigue surrounding the dreams, but ugh to the romance
part of the story. I'm kinda tired of Georgina's "it's all about me" attitude. Granted, I'm not a big fan of Seth (exactly
what is so great about him?), so why does Georgina think she knows what's best for him (didn't she screw around
on her husband eleventy thousand years ago?) Not exactly the poster child for happy marriages 101.
What I started to read the first book I was instantly hooked and I had to read more so I had to get the rest of the set so when i did i just couldn't believe it. I was so thrilled with all the mystery and romance and so much more that just drew me in. I live Richelle Mead she is my favorite author i hope she keeps writing more books. Buy the book and you wont regret it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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It’s the third book! Do you know what that means? It’s time to throw a wrench in the whole story. And boy, does this one ever.
This was one of the books just felt like punching. I no longer like Seth, but I like Carter even more. The other characters? *sigh* I just wish Georgina could find some happiness. I feel like she lost everything in this book.
Seth, I don’t even know what to say about you. I thought you were a nice guy. Georgina said you could get your sex fix elsewhere. What do you do? Sleep with and begin a relationship with her close friend? Break up with her? Take a dig at her humanity? I don’t know you any longer, Seth Mortensen, and I don’t like what I see.
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I enjoyed the book as it flowed cleanly and builds to the end, it kept my interest and kept the plot lines tight so it was like reading a book with great characters verses reading multiple plot lines that never came together. Excellent just sit down and enjoy. -- I now look for this author and would buy what she writes, as I know I will entertained.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 25, 2011