The Catch [NOOK Book]

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“Stevens excels at depicting pulse-pounding danger… Her writing places her heads above most authors working in the thriller genre. Only Dan Brown and Lee Child come close.” —Dallas Morning News

Vanessa Michael Munroe, chameleon and information hunter, has a reputation for getting things done—often dangerous and not quite legal things.

 
With blood on her hands and a ...

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Overview

“Stevens excels at depicting pulse-pounding danger… Her writing places her heads above most authors working in the thriller genre. Only Dan Brown and Lee Child come close.” —Dallas Morning News

Vanessa Michael Munroe, chameleon and information hunter, has a reputation for getting things done—often dangerous and not quite legal things.

 
With blood on her hands and a soul stained with guilt, Munroe has fled to Djibouti, Africa. There, with no responsibility except a gig at a small maritime security company, Munroe finds stillness—until she’s pressured to work as an armed guard on a ship bound for Kenya. On board, Munroe discovers the contract is merely cover for gunrunning; when the ship is invaded off the Somali coast, she fights her way out—dragging the unconscious captain with her.

But nothing about the hijacking is what it seems. The pirates had come for the captain, and continuing their pursuit, they unwittingly raise the killer’s instinct Munroe has tried so hard to bury. Wounded and on the run, Vanessa Michael Munroe will use the life of her catch as bait and bartering chip to manipulate every player, and wash her conscience clean.




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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
06/01/2014
Vanessa Michael Munroe can't escape who she is. Or can she? Stevens's fourth novel (after The Doll) finds Munroe trying to get rid of her personal demons. She is hiding out in Africa by working for a small security company that protects ships at sea. But nothing is ever routine as Vanessa finds out when she discovers that the ship they are guarding is smuggling guns with her employer's knowledge. Soon after, the ship is attacked and boarded by pirates, who, it turns out, are not after the weapons—but the captain. In the melee Vanessa is just able to escape the ship with her life and the now unconscious captain. Why would pirates go to such lengths to kidnap this officer? She will have to solve this mystery quickly, and with the utmost care, if there is any hope of staying alive and getting her crew back. VERDICT Thriller fans will be immediately sucked into this life-or-death tale as Stevens's fast-paced plot and indomitable and justice-driven heroine keep the pages turning. [See Prepub Alert, 1/10/14; five-city tour; significant library marketing.]—Susan Moritz, Silver Spring, MD
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“A great page-turning choice for a read-it-in-one-sitting airplane ride or lazy afternoon on the back porch…The novel transports readers to another world, giving a solid dose of action-adventure and a kick-butt female protagonist. The Catch…is a great escape.” —Star-Telegram
 
“The writer makes her protagonist more empathetic and likable than ever —
startlingly so, because the Michael (her preferred name) Munroe we see here is at her most focused, ruthless and emotionally distant. It’s a difficult balancing act, but one that Stevens pulls off with her usual wit, precision and grace… [An] exceptional novel.” —Dallas Morning News

“Think Catwoman in plain clothes. Lisbeth Salander sans dragon tattoo. Jack Reacher with an extra X-chromosome. Whatever—Vanessa Michael Munroe has to be among the cleverest, fightingest and all-around baddest heroines in contemporary suspense fiction. …A straight-up adventure tale about a woman who thinks on her feet (that is, when she is not using them to kick bad-guy booty) and always stays one step ahead of her adversaries. My prediction: This will be one of the summer’s most popular beach reads.” —BookPage

"This writer is fabulous and the characterizations are thrilling... You get what you see, and that includes the cleverness, the grit, and the pain. A definite keeper!” —Suspense Magazine

“Taylor Stevens continues her saga of Vanessa Michael Munroe, begun in The Informationist, with a fast-paced action thriller that vividly shows why Munroe is probably the best new action hero.” —Huntington News

“Thriller fans will immediately be sucked into this life-or-death tale as Stevens’s fast-paced plot and indomitable and justice-driven heroine keep the pages turning.” —Library Journal
 
“This action-adventure thriller moves along at breakneck speed with the requisite violence peppering most of the pages. Munroe is a smart, fiercely strong, yet damaged woman in the vein of Lisbeth Salander, and she could hold her own with Robert Ludlum’s Jason Bourne or Barry Eisler’s Rain. For fans of high-energy action.” —Booklist

“Munroe makes for an intriguing action hero, and the fight scenes are refreshingly stark and well paced.” —Publishers Weekly

“Stevens resurrects Vanessa “Michael” Munroe, her dangerous, androgynous antihero, for another dark adventure…Fans of the series like that Stevens’ writing takes them to little-known places and offers glimpses into the day-to-day life of the economically developing world. Stevens continues her spare, gritty approach to storytelling, which has made Munroe one of the genre’s most compelling characters, in this latest installment of the haunted heroine’s troubled life.” Kirkus

Kirkus Reviews
2014-06-19
Stevens resurrects Vanessa “Michael” Munroe, her dangerous, androgynous antihero, for another dark adventure.Michael Munroe’s fans know she’s a woman who can pass for a man, but it’s a whole lot more complicated than that: Munroe is an informationist, someone who knows how to find and parse sensitive information. And she’s not simply learning what stock to purchase. Munroe deals in the kinds of information that get people killed. Like her author, Munroe grew up in Africa, and this story takes the reader to areas in and around Djibouti and the Somali coast as she ends up on an arms-laden ship traveling through pirate-infested waters. When the ship is attacked and its international crew fights back, Munroe discovers the attackers are after the ship’s captain. She manages to escape with the injured man and commandeers a stolen boat. Once on shore, she stashes him in a hospital and contacts Amber, the wife of one of the men hired to protect the shipment, and attempts to work out a plan to recover the crew. Though the author never sufficiently explains why Munroe feels so compelled to help Amber, this is a small lapse. In the hands of any other writer, Stevens’ Munroe might sound a little too Ethan Hunt to wax believable, but she’s not. She's a fierce, even vicious fighter, driven by demons that prevent her from claiming happiness. Fans of the series like that Stevens’ writing takes them to little-known places and offers glimpses into the day-to-day life of the economically developing world. Stevens continues her spare, gritty approach to storytelling, which has made Munroe one of the genre’s most compelling characters, in this latest installment of the haunted heroine’s troubled life.Readers will rejoice that their favorite female menace is back in business.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385348942
  • Publisher: Crown/Archetype
  • Publication date: 7/15/2014
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 28,872
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Taylor Stevens

TAYLOR STEVENS is the award-winning New York Times bestselling author of The Informationist, The Innocent and The Doll. Featuring Vanessa Michael Munroe, the series has received critical acclaim and the books are published in twenty languages. The Informationist has been optioned for film by James Cameron's production company, Lightstorm Entertainment. Born in New York State, and into the Children of God, raised in communes across the globe and denied an education beyond sixth grade, Stevens was in her twenties when she broke free to follow hope and a vague idea of what possibilities lay beyond. She now lives in Texas, and is at work on the next Munroe novel.

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Chapter 1

Djibouti, Djibouti

On the rooftop edge, she waited, eyes tracking down the length of the street while she sat with one knee dropped over the side, the other tucked under her chin, ears attuned to the small sounds that marked the climber's progress toward her.

Here, four stories up, the smell of rotting garbage was a little less putrid, the air a little cooler, and if she chose to stand and stretch, she could see beyond the expanse of treetops and dusty low-slung houses, through to the port, a barely visible patch of primary colors against the ocean. This was Djibouti. Dirty. Quiet. Corrupt. A world far removed from the rain forests and humidity and familiarity of equatorial Africa where she'd been born, yet so much the same. Pinprick on the map between Somalia and Ethiopia, a desert nation of less than a million that bottlenecked the mouth of the Red Sea, this, the capital, was where half the population lived.

Chatter rose from below as women, heads wrapped in colorful scarves and dressed in ankle-length sheaths, passed by with their bundles. Scratching from behind told her that the climber had pulled himself over the ledge, that he'd stood and dusted his hands off on his pants, that he strode slowly, deliberately in her direction.

Vanessa Michael Munroe didn't turn to look. Didn't acknowledge him when he stopped beside her to peer down at the street. Ignored him when he sat a few feet away and with a satisfied sigh dropped his legs over the side, leaned back, and surveyed the area.

Most of what surrounded them was single- and double-storied buildings, mainly residential and strung along in both directions, some nestled within dirt-strewn walled compounds and some not.

"It's a good view," Leo said. "Better breeze up top. Not so much smell."

She didn't answer; continued to ignore his presence. He could have spared himself the effort of the climb--spared her the effort of small talk--if he'd simply waited until she'd returned. Instead, he'd come for her, which was his way of marking territory: a reminder that he was familiar with her routines and could invade them if he cared to. She allowed him to believe it, just as she allowed him to believe that he knew who she was, where she'd come from, and why she was here.

They sat in silence, and in spite of the lowering sun and the evening breeze that had begun to cool the air, sweat still trickled down her back and neck, soaking her shirt. The heat didn't bother her the way it would him, so she let him have the discomfort and the lengthening quiet until finally he broke and said, "We board at two this morning."

His English was thickly accented, and that he chose to use her language instead of the French with which they typically conversed was more of his pointless point-making.

She said, "I'm still not interested."

He nodded, as if contemplating her defiance, then stood and, with his toes poking over the edge, studied the ground. Wiped his hands on his pants again and took a step back. "It's for you to decide," he said. "But if you don't board, I want you out by tonight."

Chin still to her knee, focus out over the dirt alleys, rooftops, and laundry flapping on many lines, she said, "Why? If I come, I'll just get in your way."

"That may be," he said. "But still you come. Or you leave."

She glanced up, the first she'd deigned to look at him. "And then who'll be your fixer?"

He took another step away from the ledge. "I managed before you got here," he said, and began to walk away. "I'll manage after you're gone."

She straightened and her gaze followed him. "It's not you who has to manage without me," she said. "You shouldn't be the one to make the decision."

Leo paused but kept his back toward her.

She studied his posture, counted seconds, readied to slide out of the way if in response to her provocation he moved to shove her off the building.

"You'd have been better off making arrangements to board in the afternoon," she said, "when the khat trucks come into town."

His hands, which had tightened into fists, loosened a little. He turned toward her, and she watched him just long enough for him to catch her eye, then she shied away in that guilty manner people caught staring often did.

This was part of her persona here, hesitant and nonconfrontational. Made it easier for the men to dismiss and underestimate her, kept her beneath the radar, though for how much longer was up for debate. Like the rest of the guys, Leo had lived more life than his forty-something years indicated; he wasn't stupid. But he was often gone and when he was around she went out of her way to avoid him to keep from giving him enough access to her that he grew curious.

With her back still to him, and his eyes boring into her, Munroe said, "Who're you trying to avoid by boarding so early? Ship's agent?"

"Yes."

"Even if he's not there, he'll hear about it. If you go when the khat trucks arrive, every man in the port is going to be focused on getting his fix--no one will pay attention to you."

"To us."

"Maybe."

"You'll come, Michael."

Not a request or a question, an order.

"Maybe," she said.

Leo turned again and strode toward the portion of roof they'd both climbed over, the part where there was less of an overhang and it was possible to get from ledge to balcony and down to the dividing wall without as much risk of slipping and breaking a neck. Louder, Munroe said, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even get into the port tonight."

Leo didn't answer, waved her off and kept walking. He lowered himself over the edge and, at some point on the way down, let out a grunt. Munroe stood. A thud marked his drop from the wall to the ground of the compound next door, so she turned and followed the rooftop edge to the opposite corner, where she caught the colors of the port's shipping containers stacked four and five high.

Somewhere near there the freighter Favorita would soon dock, if she hadn't already, and Leo expected Munroe to be on it. He forced her to pick between poisons: board the ship as part of his team of armed transit guards, risking her life on the water to defend his client's ship if attacked by pirates, or leave the team--and it wasn't difficult to guess why. No matter what she chose, he got her out from under his roof and away from his wife.

Munroe crossed the roof to the spot where Leo had gone over. Lowered and dropped from the ledge into the narrow balcony. Through the glass on the door a five-year-old girl peered out and waved, and Munroe waved back. The girl laughed and hid her face and Munroe grinned.

Months of coming up here, of being noticed and smiled at, so many nights of hide-and-seek with sleep, of watching the stars fade under the rising glare of the sun, and not once had any of the apartment occupants spoken to her. She'd learned their routines, sometimes left gifts of nuts and fruits on the balconies when only the children were at home. Occasionally handcrafted presents waited for her in exchange, but not today, which was fitting for a good-bye. The girl peered out again, and Munroe smiled, then slipped over the rail and maneuvered into position to drop to the next balcony, perhaps for the final time.

For six months Djibouti had provided the comforting chaos that only the Third World could offer, and for these six months, navigating the nepotistic politics, the culture of graft and paranoia, the stench and the sounds and the maze of a society steeped in khat drug addiction, had played snake charmer to the serpents inside her head.

She'd come full circle, back to the African continent: had maneuvered herself into the arms of a mercenary team as she'd done a decade ago, and as it had also been then, she wasn't here as one of Leo's ship-jumping little army for hire, but as a linguist and a fixer. She'd wanted nothing to do with the weapons and the machismo. Though she had the skill to be one of the boys, she'd come to him as an errand runner. This was her past, comforting in a way that home might be comforting, if anything could ever be home. English-teaching parents had been her cover story--one that didn't invite questions--and really, Leo and Amber Marie had no reason to doubt. She got things done, soothed the abrasions that came with working in the grit: Familiar and rote--what clocking in for a data entry job might be to anyone else--Djibouti had kept the inner voices quiet, gave her a way to keep busy without the responsibility or the burden of life-altering decisions or people depending on her for survival. She didn't need Leo's job for the money but for the sanity, and though she could eventually find something else, she didn't want to. She was dead here, liked it that way, and wasn't ready to come back to life.

Munroe went hand over hand, from second balcony to wall, and dropped into the compound that housed the two single-story buildings that were Leo's base of operations. She crossed caked dirt and passed beneath the one large tree to the rearward house, which was three small bedrooms and a few common areas that she shared with two other team members.

Natan lay lengthwise on the living room couch, his bare foot wrapped in an ankle bandage propped up on the wooden armrest. In place of ignoring her as he typically did, he watched her, and when she'd crossed half the room he said, "Leo is looking for you."

"He found me," she said, and stopped. Doubled back and stood in front of his foot. "How bad is it really?"

Natan shrugged.

"That's what I figured," she said, and his expression gave away what his words didn't: He knew just as well as she did why Leo had made this switch, and whatever resentment Natan may have felt at staying behind over a minor injury was probably compensated for by watching Leo's jealousy reach boiling point.

Munroe continued down the tiled hallway toward her room.

She'd never claimed to be male, not to Leo, not to Amber Marie, not to any of the rest of the men. Unlike so many other misrepresentations in her line of work, this one hadn't been calculated or deliberate, was just a continuation of the way she preferred to dress and operate in countries where being a single woman had the potential to cause endless complications. She was long and lean, with an androgynous body; it wasn't a difficult transformation and over the years the pretense of behaving and working as a boy had become more natural than assuming her own identity.

She'd shown up in Leo's office unannounced and asked for a job. He'd given her two weeks to prove her value, and with her skill set and experience it had been easy to ingratiate herself and create dependence, to become part of an operation that, for all of its excellence in weapons and security, lacked the finesse needed to inoffensively grease the daily bureaucratic gears. The side effects of coming onto the team as a male had been a bonus: She didn't have to endure sexist quips, no one hit on her, and Leo's men all respected the boundaries of man-to-man personal space.

Except she'd done her job too well, her name had been uttered once too often on the lips of the boss man's wife, and because Munroe had never bothered to clarify her gender at the outset and it was too late to clarify it now, appearances had turned her into the only guy the wife hung out with and repeatedly talked about during the long stretches the others were away. Call her oblivious, but a husband's jealousy was a complication Munroe hadn't planned on.

Munroe paused in front of her room to listen down the hall for Victor.

If the Spaniard was in, he wasn't moving about. She opened her door to a bare room: a bed she rarely slept in, an empty desk shoved up beside the bed, and a narrow armoire with a few changes of clothes. None of the furniture was from the same set much less the same decade. Her room had no pictures. No personal items. Nothing that said she belonged here.

Munroe sat on the bed and pulled from beneath it a backpack that had been with her for nearly ten years and twice as many countries. Held it in her hands and stared at it without seeing while Leo's options chased each other around her brain: Board the ship, or leave the team.

To keep his marriage calm, Leo needed to make her departure look like her own doing. She had no attachments that would make walking away difficult, but his clumsy, indelicate, ham-handed attempt to back her into a corner irritated her just enough to prod her into proving points of her own. A little manipulation, a little backstabbing, and the fight in her had breached the surface again.

Munroe sighed. Perhaps she wasn't as dead to the world as she'd thought. She stood. Unzipped the pack and then dumped the few clothes from the armoire into it. Against her better judgment, she'd board that ship tonight, Somali pirates be damned, and when she got back, when she was ready, she'd leave Leo's company and Djibouti on her own terms.

Movement and a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Amber Marie, the other half of the company, the real brains behind the operation, stood in the door frame, blond hair tied back in a severe bun, baggy clothes hiding both her shapely figure and her age, which was a good ten or more years younger than her husband's. It was Amber who Munroe truly worked for, solving problems in a world that created new ones daily.

"Leo says you're going with him," Amber said.

"I might."

"You don't have much time left to decide," Amber said, and paused. "I guess either way you're leaving tonight?"

Munroe nodded. "Seems that way."

Amber smiled, making it difficult to tell if she understood that Natan's injury was really just a conveniently timed excuse that allowed Leo to force Munroe's hand. Amber said, "I figure once you get a taste for the ships, Leo will steal you away and you'll never want to be my go-to guy again." Gave a halfhearted attempt at another smile. "Either way I came to say good-bye and to thank you for everything."

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  • Posted July 23, 2014

    Not The Strongest in the Series

    Not The Strongest in the Series But it is still the kind of Munroe story we've come to expect. As with the other novels, this is full of over the top action, espionage, violence, unbelievable Third World intrigue (like Munroe's savant ability to pick up seemingly countless languages and survive physical tortures that would take down most superheroes). Taking place a year after 'The Doll' left off and set exclusively in Africa (especially Kenya and Somalia), we are once again shown the incredible detail Stevens provides for describing life in those parts of the world most of us cannot fathom. All that being said, I found this entry much slower than the other books and more repetitive: perhaps that's because I've read the other three. But I found the endless detail of Somalian shipping issues to really drag after awhile, and I found myself (for the first time) frustrated with the many, many references (as in every novel) to Munroe's barely contained bloodlust and her near-constant 'martyr syndrome' behavior. She is a protagonist that suffered a train wreck of a childhood/early adulthood and has seen terrible violence/suffering. After three novels regular readers, however, know this, and Munroe's near constant need to punish herself by separating from those she loves, her near constant forms of emotional self punishment for various things, her near constant guilt about bringing destruction to those loved ones, and her near constant wondering of 'why does this keep happening?' gets old here. I just wanted to yell, 'The reason this keeps happening is because you put yourself in the worst of the Third World to supposedly feel 'at peace' and associate yourself with highly questionable people in highly questionable businesses.' When she expresses hurt and betrayal that her boss turns out to be a gunrunner (NOT a spoiler) I found it completely unbelievable: 'really; you are smarter than 99% of the planet and you didn't see this?' Plus, her quest to save that lying boss from a hijacked freighter...I was never quite clear on just why she was doing it or for whom. Unfortunately, this entire entry to the Munroe series felt 'off.' Yet it's still better than most anything else out there, so I won't give up on the novels--I'll look forward to the next one and I hope it breaks some new ground.

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  • Posted July 19, 2014

    Not Taylor Stevens' best effort, but still a strong addition to

    Not Taylor Stevens' best effort, but still a strong addition to the Vanessa Michael Munroe series. My only struggle, to no fault of the author, was getting myself into the geography of where the story takes place. The interesting thing about this is that you can dive into the series here and not feel lost. Stevens adds enough background to help the new reader get to know Munroe and not too much to insult those already familiar with Munroe.

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  • Posted September 26, 2014

    It is obvious that Stevens is running out of steam in the Michae

    It is obvious that Stevens is running out of steam in the Michael Munroe series.  "The Catch" is a big disappointment. 350 pages with, generously, 50 pages that contain anything resembling action. Most of the novel is an incomprehensible and mind-numbing ramble through dusty Somalia streets while Michael tends to bruised ribs, hitches a ride to town, hooks up to the internet, hitches a ride back home, tends to those bruised ribs.... thinks about how tough it's going to be to outsmart the Somali bureaucracy and some Russian thugs.... then does the same damn thing the nest day... and the next... and the next. If Stevens intent was to impress with her knowledge of African quirks and customs, I guess she succeeded. If her intent was to pen an entertaining, can't-put-it-down thriller, she failed miserably. What a huge disappointment!!

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  • Posted August 4, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    The Catch is Taylor Stevens' fourth entry in her Vanessa Michael

    The Catch is Taylor Stevens' fourth entry in her Vanessa Michael Munroe series.

    Vanessa Michael Munroe is....well, she's deadly, with incredible physical skills and she's brilliant - she speaks many languages and easily assimilates into the situation or culture she finds herself in. She can read people and situations and think three moves ahead. For a living, she hunts people, finds information and fixes things. After her last case resulted in a horrific personal loss, Michael has retreated to the continent that seems to draw her back time and time again - Africa.

    She's laying low, having taken a job with a small company that provides security for ships travelling the waters that Somalian pirates troll, providing information and greasing palms. When the owner pressures her to join the latest security job as a guard, she finds herself in the middle of a mess. The owner is lying, the hold is full of Russian guns, but it seems to be the captain that the pirates are after. And Michael's quiet retreat is no more.

    Stevens has again crafted another intricately plotted thriller. Munroe is on her own this time, with no back-up. The action slowly builds through the first few chapters and then hits high gear for the rest of the book. The details of the settings and culture are vivid and detailed.

    But, it is the character of Michael that is the real draw of this series. It's so much fun to have such a kick*** female character. The action scenes are great, but there's a deeper level to this character as well. She is the walking wounded and Stevens does a fantastic job depicting Munroe's inner emotional turmoil and her physical struggle to control herself. Each book out, we learn a little bit more about Munroe and her background. Having read of Stevens' background, I wonder how much of her own life has been woven into her books.

    The Catch has a satisfying ending, but the door is open for the next entry is this series....one I'll pick up for sure

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  • Posted August 4, 2014

    The Catch  For me, there are absolutely NO comparisons to Vaness

    The Catch 
    For me, there are absolutely NO comparisons to Vanessa Michael Munroe.  She is such a well-developed character that I become her
    and am emotionally charged while reading Taylor Stevens' books; The Catch is definitely no exception.  I thought I would read a couple
    of chapters of The Catch before bedtime, but couldn't put the book down until I finished it at 7:00 A.M.  As always, I will be on tenterhooks
    waiting for the next one, and the next, and the next!!  Taylor, you are still the very best!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2014

    Great Book

    Just finished "The Catch". Not sure how Taylor Stevens can create such a great book with so may twists and turns, but she can and did. Thank you for your work. Really enjoyed it and hope your work continues. Thank you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2014

    The Catch by Taylor Stevens is book #3 in a series starring Mich

    The Catch by Taylor Stevens is book #3 in a series starring Michael, a woman unlike any character on book store shelves, who is working a case on a ship and that is when all things go array involving pirates, guns, and lots of mayhem. I have never read the other books in this series and I feel that I may have been able to understand Michael a lot better if I was given the others, but this book was still a fantastic novel on its own. The only thing that took me a bit to grasp was the entire idea that Michael could and or is a shape shifter. A shape shifter to the point that she can become a he when necessary or when the environment she is located in does not hold women in the best regard. To me that was a bit of a mind blower because the idea that Micheal is a he/she is creepy, butit makes sense that Micheal can kick ass the way that he does. I can imagine the strength he has and the ability to be able to use that to his advantage is the most inticing aspect of this story. I think this is the perfect summer read because it was like a vacation from the mundane without the hassle of the long lines and the crazy amounts of people at these hot spots. I was given a review copy from Blogging For Books and all opinions are my own.

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