Under Attack

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She's one of the Underworld Detection Agency's best. But her job is really starting to bite . . .

Sophie Lawson is a human immune to magic, which comes in handy for helping paranormal beings transition into everyday life. But fallen angel Alex Grace and his search for the Vessel of Souls is one curse she never saw coming. Suddenly an unexplainable string of killings and destruction has even San Francisco's demons fearing for their immortal lives. And Sophie isn't about to trust ...

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Overview

She's one of the Underworld Detection Agency's best. But her job is really starting to bite . . .

Sophie Lawson is a human immune to magic, which comes in handy for helping paranormal beings transition into everyday life. But fallen angel Alex Grace and his search for the Vessel of Souls is one curse she never saw coming. Suddenly an unexplainable string of killings and destruction has even San Francisco's demons fearing for their immortal lives. And Sophie isn't about to trust Alex's all-too-vulnerable charm or his secret agenda. Now their hunt is revealing dangerous secrets about Sophie's past, and a malevolent power hellishly close to turning one irreverent human into the ultimate supernatural weapon. . .

Praise for Hannah Jayne and Under Wraps

"A fabulous roller-coaster ride that will leave you on the edge of your seat. . .a rich world full of fabulous characters. . . Jayne is an amazing new addition to the urban fantasy genre." —Jocelynn Drake, New York Times bestselling author

"Hannah Jayne has created an imaginative world that I look forward to visiting again and again!" —Alexandra Ivy, New York Times bestselling author

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Publishers Weekly
Jayne follows Under Wraps with a hilarious second tale of the Underworld Detection Agency. Sophie Lawson's hunky on-again/off-again boyfriend, Alex, is a fallen angel in search of a mysterious artifact called the Vessel of Souls that could help him restore his wings. His big challenge is getting to it before other fallen angels do. Sophie's got problems of her own: the Underworld Detection Agency's San Francisco branch is under new management, and as the only human on staff, Sophie knows her executive assistant job is at risk. This urban fantasy tale smartly balances riveting action with wonderful light touches like the Vampire Empowerment and Restoration Movement, which protests Hollywood's portrayal of vampires; paperwork-filled supernatural bureaucracy; and pixie-size bathroom stalls. New readers and returning fans will find it entirely accessible and enjoyable. (Nov.)
Library Journal
Magic-immune agent Sophie Lawson finds more trouble in the form of Alex Grace, a fallen angel in search of the Vessel of Souls. San Francisco is the setting for this urban fantasy series that began with Under Wraps.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758258939
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 11/1/2011
  • Series: Underworld Detection Agency Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 342
  • Sales rank: 317,631
  • Product dimensions: 4.32 (w) x 6.78 (h) x 0.96 (d)

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Under Attack

The Underworld Detection Agency Chronicles
By HANNAH JAYNE

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Hannah Schwartz
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-5893-9


Chapter One

It's nearly impossible to get hobgoblin slobber out of raw silk.

I know this because I had been standing in the bathroom, furiously scrubbing at the stubborn stain for at least forty-five minutes. If I could do magic, I would have zapped the stain out. Heck, if I could do magic I would zap away the whole hobgoblin afternoon and be sinking my toes in the sand somewhere while a tanned god named Carlos rubbed suntan lotion on my back. But no, I was stuck in the Underworld Detection Agency women's restroom—a horrible, echoey room tiled in Pepto pink with four regular stalls and a single tiny one for pixies—when my coworker Nina popped her head in, wrinkled her cute ski-jump nose, and said, "I smell hobgoblin slobber."

Did I mention vampires have a ridiculously good sense of smell?

Nina came in, letting the door snap shut behind her. She used one angled fang to pierce the blood bag she was holding and settled herself onto the sink next to me.

"You're never going to get that out, you know," she said between slurps.

I huffed and wrung the water from my dress, glaring at Nina as I stood there in my baby-pink slip and heels. "Did you come in here just to tell me that?"

Nina extended one long, marble-white leg and examined her complicated Jimmy Choo stilettos. "No, I also came in to tell you that Lorraine is on the warpath, Nelson used his trident to tack a pixie to the corkboard, and Vlad is holding a VERM meeting in the lunch room."

I frowned. "This job bites."

Nina smiled, bared her fangs, and snapped her jaws.

Nina and I work together at the Underworld Detection Agency—the UDA for those in the know. And very few people are in the know. Our branch is located thirty-seven floors below the San Francisco Police Department, but we have physical and satellite offices nationwide—word is the Savannah office gets the most ghosts but has the best food. The Manhattan office gets the best crossovers (curious humans wandering down) and the good ol' San Francisco office is famous for our unruly hordes of the magnificent undead, mostly dead, and back from the dead. However, we're rapidly becoming infamous for a management breakdown that tends to make incidents like the fairy stuck to the corkboard barely worth mentioning. Some demons blame the breakdown of Underworld morals. I blame the fact that my boss and former head of the UDA, Pete Sampson, disappeared last year and has yet to be replaced. Thus, we've been privy to a semipermanent parade of interim management made up of everything from werewolves and vampires to goblins and one (mercifully short) stint with a screaming banshee.

So am I a demon? Nope. I'm a plain, one hundred percent first-life, air breathing, magic-free human being. I don't have fangs, wings, or hooves. I'm five-foot-two on a good day, topped with a ridiculous mess of curly red hair on a bad day, and my eyes are the exact hue of lime Jell-O. My super powers are that I can consume a whole pizza in twelve minutes flat and sing the fifty states in alphabetical order. And that I'm alive. Which makes me a weird, freakish anomaly in an Underworld office that keeps blood in the office fridge and offers life insurance that you can collect should you get the opportunity to come back to life.

"There you both are!"

My head swung to the open doorway where Lorraine stood, eyebrows raised and arched, her blue-green eyes narrowed. Lorraine is a Gestault witch of the green order, which means that her magiks are in kind with nature and are deeply humane. Usually.

Her honey-blond hair hangs past her waist and her fluttery, earth-toned wardrobe reflects her solidarity with natural harmony.

Unless you got on her bad side, which, today, I was.

Lorraine glared at my slip. "Can you wrap up your little lingerie fashion show and meet me in my office, please? And you"—Lorraine swung her head toward Nina, who was holding my damp dress under the hand dryer—"can you please break up Vlad's empowerment meeting and get out to the main floor? Vlad's got nine vamps singing "We Shall Overcome" in the lunch room and I've got sixteen minotaurs in the overflow waiting room."

I looked at Nina. "Vlad is still into the Vampire Empowerment Movement?"

Nina gave me her patented "Don't even start" look, punched her fist in the air, and bellowed "Viva la revalución!" while slipping out the bathroom door.

I pulled my dress over my head under Lorraine's annoyed stare, and then worked quickly to rearrange my hair. When Lorraine sighed—loudly—I wadded my curls into a bun and secured them with a binder clip, then followed her down the hall.

"Okay," I told her as I tried to keep pace with her. "What's up?"

Lorraine didn't miss a step. She pushed a manila file folder in my hand with the blue tag—Wizards—sticking out.

"Nicholias Rayburn," I read as I scanned the thick file.

"Ring a bell?"

I frowned. "No. Should it?"

"How about 'Three Headed Dog Ravages Noe Valley Neighborhood'?"

I felt myself pale. "Mr. Rayburn did that?"

"No," Lorraine said flatly. "You did."

I raised my eyebrows and Lorraine let out another annoyed sigh. "Nicholias Rayburn was here last week. Old guy, blue robe, pointy hat?"

I cocked my head. "Oh yeah. Now I remember him."

"You should, because you allowed him to renew his magiks license."

My stomach started to sink.

"Yeah. With his three-inch-thick cataracts and mild senility. You were supposed to withdraw his license and strip him of his magiks, but you didn't, and he walked home, thought a fire hydrant was following him, and unleashed the hound of Hell on the land of the soccer mom. Not exactly great for our reputation."

I felt my usually pale skin flush. "Whoops."

Lorraine stopped walking and faced me, the hard line of her lips softening. "Look, Sophie, I know you've had a hard time. I understand that with all you've been through you're going to make some mistakes, but you've got to be more aware."

The events of the last year of my life flooded over me, and I blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the imminent rush of tears.

It had been rough.

While I had gone for more than thirty-three years with nothing so much as an overdue library book to raise any eyebrows, in the last twelve months I had become involved in a gory murder investigation, been kidnapped, attacked, hung by my ankles as someone attempted to bleed me dry—

"And I know it's got to be hard, what with Alex out of the picture and all."

And I had fallen in love with a fallen angel who had the annoying habit of dropping into my life with a pizza and a six-pack when things were supernaturally awful, and dropping out when things shifted into relatively normal gear.

I sniffed, hugging Mr. Rayburn's file to my chest. "Thanks. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Let's hope not. But why don't you head out a little early today?" she said, squeezing my shoulder. "Get some rest and regroup." Lorraine bit her lip and danced from foot to foot, then leaned in close to me. "Okay. I'm really not supposed to say anything but I'm about to burst, so this is just between you and me, okay?" Lorraine sucked in an excited breath. "The main offices have found Sampson's replacement. We're supposed to have the new management in place by the end of the week. But it's super hush-hush so don't tell a soul, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a fresh pang of emotion washing over me. In the half-second it took to close my eyes I saw Pete Sampson's cocoa-brown office walls, his worn leather chair, the orderly stack of files he always had on his desk. I felt the familiar lump in the back of my throat and swallowed furiously. Pete Sampson wasn't coming back to the Underworld Detection Agency. Pete Sampson was dead. The realization was hard enough to face; knowing someone else would be sitting at Pete's desk was almost too much to bear.

I cleared my throat and winced when my voice came out quiet and choked. "Your secret is safe with me. I'm going to go check in with Nina."

I walked slowly down the hall, taking great gulps of airs and using my index fingers to dab at my moist eyes.

Nina was perched on the end of her desk when I found her, legs crossed seductively, her shoe dangling from one toe. She was winding her long black hair around and around her index finger and interviewing a werevamp who was sitting in her visitor's chair. Nina was the only person I'd ever met who could make the sentence "please tell me about your previous employment history" sound sordid. She was nearly purring as the werevamp—who looked dashing in a steel-grey suit and had the chiseled profile of James Bond—ticked off a forty-seven-decade-long employment history that included working as a tax collector for King Henry the VIII and ended with software programmer.

I tried to catch Nina's eye but she glared at me—nothing is icier than a vampire glare—and I rolled my eyes, heading down the hall toward the elevator. I was skirting the hole in the linoleum where a High witch blew herself up when I ran chest to chest into Vlad and his Fang Gang—the nine vampire staff members of UDA who were currently enraptured by the Vampire Empowerment and Restoration Movement. Loosely put, VERM members were dead-set on bringing vamps back to their glory days (think Dracula, graveyard dirt, and ascots). Though UDA code was adamant about vampire/human relationships (the former was not allowed to eat the latter), I generally tried to steer clear of VERMers—Vlad, being Nina's nephew (and a longtime resident of our couch), was the exception. Vlad and Nina shared the same fine-boned structure and elegant limbs that seemed to be signature of the LaShay family; both had pronounced, inky-black widow's peaks under their sheaths of glossy hair. But fashion-wise, the relatives couldn't have been farther apart.

Vlad fell in step with me, his ankle-length black duster coat floating behind him. I looked at it skeptically.

"Isn't it a little warm for the coat?"

Vlad just shrugged his thin shoulders and straightened his paisley ascot. "Vampire mystique."

"Of course."

"Have you seen Aunt Nina? I've been looking all over for her. She was going to bring the snacks for the meeting."

"I thought she was anti-VERM?"

I watched Vlad's nostrils flare; the members of the Vampire Empowerment and Restoration Movement loathed being belittled by their lame acronym. "She is, but you know Auntie."

I nodded. "Right. Pro-snacks." I gestured toward Nina's office door that had mysteriously closed. "She's interviewing a werevamp."

Vlad smoothed his perfect hair. "I didn't think we had any open positions."

I shrugged. "I'm pretty sure we don't. So, how are things with the movement?"

Vlad grinned, his fangs pressing over his lower lip. "Nice of you to ask. They're going well. We've been able to reach out to more key figures in the Underworld lately, but our next hurdle is our biggest."

I looked at Vlad who raised his eyebrows. "Hollywood," he supplied.

"VERM is going after Hollywood?" I asked, skeptical.

Vlad stiffened. "It's the Vampire Empowerment and Restoration Movement. As for Hollywood, we are against the way vampires are being portrayed in modern media." He shook his head. "It's awful."

I raised my eyebrows and met Vlad's dark eyes. He blew out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on; according to Hollywood—and now according to every woman south of forty-five—vampires are misunderstood nightwalkers who are really just looking for someone to love."

I glanced again toward Nina's office door.

"Trust me; she's not interested in loving him," Vlad said with a disgusted shudder. "I mean, have you seen television lately? They've got us going to high school, using jewelry to go out into sunlight. If a new vamp tries to mimic what he sees on television, he's going to get burned to a crisp. And don't even get me started on how they're screwing with our legendry!"

I nodded. "Yep. Best to go back to the good old days of Bela Lugosi, Nosferatu, and the Count from Sesame Street."

Vlad rolled his eyes but continued to stroll beside me. "So, did you hear about that three-headed dog in Noe last week?"

"No," I said quickly, stepping into the elevator.

My apartment is a little more than six blocks away from the San Francisco Police Department/Underworld Detection Agency offices, but this being the Bay Area, six blocks on foot equaled twenty-five minutes in the car. By the time I pulled into my apartment building's underground parking garage the vein over my left eye was throbbing—whether it was from the midafternoon stop-and-go or from very nearly running down a clutch of tourists wearing I ESCAPED ALCATRAZ sweatshirts, I wasn't sure. Either way, I knew psychologically that there were only two things that could help the kind of day I was having, so a good forty-five seconds after pushing the key into the lock at my second-story walk-up, I had a bottle of chardonnay in one hand and a package of marshmallow Pinwheels in the other. The surge of chocolate and alcohol helped but not enough, so I beelined for the bathroom, filling my mouth with cookies and peeling my clothes off as I went.

I drew a bath as hot as I could stand it and upturned a bottle of cucumber-melon bath goo under the tap. Then I positioned my wineglass next to the remaining marshmallow Pinwheels and eased myself into the tub.

"Ahh," I moaned, closing my eyes, breathing in the heady scent of cucumber and chocolate as the hot water washed over me. "Much better."

I dunked a washcloth, wrung it out, and placed it over my eyes, then sipped contentedly at my wine. I was reaching out for another Pinwheel cookie when I heard the rustle of cellophane and felt a cold prickle of fear creep up my neck, despite the hot water. I stiffened and froze, arm outstretched, palm upward.

Someone placed a Pinwheel in my open hand and I sat bolt upright in the tub, the washcloth falling from my eyes, the poor Pinwheel reduced to chocolaty, marshmallow ooze as I gripped it. Bits of bathwater-doused marshmallow dripped through my fingers.

"Didn't mean to scare you," Alex said, perched on the side of my tub, his pincher finger and thumb hovering above my half-empty Pinwheel package. "May I?"

Alex Grace was gooey, chocolaty goodness if ever there was. And he had disappeared without a word six months ago.

I felt my eyes bulge and the speedup of my heart was so immediate it hurt. "Alex?" My tone was that rare mix of Christmas-morning excitement, beautiful-man proximity, and ex-boyfriend angst. I felt the burn of anger, the hurt of loss, and the wild rush of pure animal attraction as Alex Grace looked down at me, Pinwheel held aloft, luscious pink-tinged lips pushed up in the cocky half-smile I had started to remember in my dreams.

He was an angel—of the fallen sort—with sky-blue eyes and hair the color of dark chocolate, swirling in wondrous, luxurious curls over his forehead, snaking over ears just perfect for nibbling. He had the high cheekbones and feather-long lashes that women would do naughty things for, and the square jaw and puckered pink lips that could do naughty things. His build was fairly slight but wrought with wiry, rock-hard muscles that made his jeans look mouthwateringly comfortable, and stretched out the chest and arms of his T-shirts mercilessly.

"What the hell—why are you—" I fluttered and floundered, splashing bits of cucumber melon-scented fluff, chocolate pieces, and bathwater all around. Alex just grinned that familiar half-smile that I found so annoyingly erotic; he crossed his arms and relaxed against my towel rack, clearly enjoying my spastic discomfort. That angered me even more so I worked to get my panicked breathing under control. Alex and I had shared some steamy moments and every glance or touch of his skin electrified me. This moment was no exception—but he was bad news. Fallen angels always are. And his whole disappearing/reappearing thing really got on my last nerve.

And then I realized I was naked.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Under Attack by HANNAH JAYNE Copyright © 2011 by Hannah Schwartz. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted February 1, 2012

    book one/two review

    Thought I'd throw these in as a single review because one interacts with the other. The story line was fun and kept me reading but there were inconsistencies between this and the first that drew me out of the story. FREX in book 1 she's five-foot-five in book two she's five-two---almost stopped straight out in the first book (read this one first) when Sophie looked out the office window to check the weather when they are roughly 37 floors below the police station...which I take to mean underground rather than the policestation is on the 38th floor since they enter the police station and go down,is this a magic window?

    THe lead characters constant drifting off while she admires all the men she's dealing with got distracting to this reader and I started thinking she was something of an airhead and she never really did anything to push that out of my thought process. Not sure I remember one time when she actually did something sensible or got herself out of a jam. Not saying they didn't happen but if they did they weren't memorbale.

    Inconcistency number umpteen. Book one ended woth her reading the story of her life in Grandma's letters then book two opens with her firmly believing herself to be nothing more than a human magical immune although it seemed fairly well-established by the end of book one that she was at least a cross breed. I suppose all that info could have wafted out of her head on an air current.

    A little more attention to detail and a little more courage and intelligence on behalf of the heroine and these would have been great books.

    9 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 1, 2013

    Not bad. Sophie Lawson is a human, a ¿breather¿, with no extrao

    Not bad.

    Sophie Lawson is a human, a ‘breather’, with no extraordinary powers working in the world of demons. Unless you count being human and being immune to magic as extraordinary. But in the world of dragons, vampires, trolls, banshees and various other demons those superpowers aren’t very impressive. But that doesn’t stop Sophie from trying to solve a mystery that is causing death and destruction in her town of San Francisco. However, in her attempt to solve this case she finds out a few things about her past that shake the very foundation from which she’s lived. Not to mention a psychotic Fallen Angel is trying to kill her. Will Sophie find the Vessel of Souls before the Fallen? Will she unravel the mystery of her father? Will she figure out a way to keep her grandmother from appearing in shiny surfaces when it’s not convenient? And, most importantly, will she get her job back at UDA?

    Nicely written with a plot that proceeds at a moderate pace, I still am trying to like the characters in this series. Sophie isn’t quite as annoying as in the first book, but her habit of crying at everything really got on my nerves. That girl is a veritable watering pot. I still don’t like Alex at all and Nina is too self-centered to be anybody’s best friend. Yet there is something here that will keep me reading the series. I’m just not sure what it is though it might be the occasional humor. I love humor in my stories.

    *Book source ~ Many thanks to Kensington for providing me with a review copy. Please see disclaimer page on my blog.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 23, 2013

    I enjoyed the story line, and thought is was original. That was

    I enjoyed the story line, and thought is was original. That was where my like for this series ended.
    Too many inconsistencies. She cries too much. I would have thought that this book was young 
    adult had I not read in the book that she is supposedly 33 years old. Really? She acts like she is 13.
    I was excited to see that there are many books in this series when found it. Unfortunately I don't even
    think I will be able to finish the second book , let alone read another. 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2011

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    Highly recommend. Great Characters.

    I thought the characters were so much fun that by page 21 I bought the first book. I spent this whole book either giggling or laughing out loud. Sophie and her friends are great. It was full of one liners and little zings that came out of no where. From the cover of the book I thought Sophie was an Agent/Cop for the Underworld Detection Agency. She's not. She's a clerk/assistant but that does lead to many interesting conversations. It was a very entertaining, quick moving story, with delightful and enjoyable characters. It was so much fun to read. I can't wait for the next story coming out in May 2012.

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  • Posted October 28, 2011

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    Hannah Jayne's "Under Attack" is a Sure Winner!

    Under Attack By: Hannah Jayne Copyright: November 2011 Publisher: Kensington Books She's one of the Underworld Detection Agency's best. But her job is really starting to bite . . Sophie Lawson is a human immune to magic, which comes in handy for helping paranormal beings transition into everyday life. But fallen angel Alex Grace and his search for the Vessel of Souls is one curse she never saw coming. Suddenly an unexplainable string of killings and destruction has even San Francisco's demons fearing for their immortal lives. And Sophie isn't about to trust Alex's all-too-vulnerable charm or his secret agenda. Now their hunt is revealing dangerous secrets about Sophie's past, and a malevolent power hellishly close to turning one irreverent human into the ultimate supernatural weapon. . . After a long day at work, dealing with all the monsters and their problems, Sophie is in desperate need of a nice relaxing bath. Unfortunately she is invaded in said bath by none other than Fallen Angel Alex Grace. Alex only appears in Sophie's life when he needs something from her. This will not bode well for her. Alex talks her into "helping" with his investigation into the deaths of a number of demons in the S.F. area. So you then add in the fact that Sophie is totally loved by everyone she works with, and unfortunately her new boss Dixon Andrade is not one of those people. He's been sent in to replace Pete Simpson and he's going to make HIS changes from day one. As the only mortal in the company (even though she is the best customer svc. person there) Sophie is afraid for her job. Between these two opposing sets of problems you can add the fact that when she is let go from the agency that she's been at her whole working life you can see that Sophie is not in the best of shape. What she finds out about herself and how her friends stand by her while she's doing this make for a fantastic second book in the Underworld Detection Agency Chronicles series. Hannah Jayne has constructed an Urban Fantasy world where the Demons and Monsters are registered and monitored in our world. It's different and has me staying up all night just to finish it in one sitting. FTC Full Disclosure: I received this book from the publisher who only asked for a fair and impartial review.

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  • Posted May 20, 2014

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    When Sophie opens up the novel talking about hobgoblin slobber,

    When Sophie opens up the novel talking about hobgoblin slobber, you know you're in for another treat. (NOT the hobgoblin slobber. YES, Sophie and co.) One of the things I love most about Sophie is her quirky sense of humor that comes out even in the most dangerous of situations. Along with the humor comes the tendency to ramble on, and then maybe delve into a sexual fantasy or two. While it does make the plot less streamlined and tight-knit as it could be, I love this trait of Sophie's. It keeps the story light-hearted and fun to read. And, sometimes, one needs to be able to coast through a story that isn't wrought with tension, suspense, and ominous clouds.




    I adore the scandalous conversations between Sophie and Nina. They remind me of the insults some sisters at heart will exchange in a way that really means to say, "I love you" and "BFF 4Ever." They're such girls like that. And the way they'll talk about delicious men they can just eat up! The story never lacks for humor and entertainment be it Sophie's own narration or her interactions with others. Okay, Sophie can be a bit of a drama queen at times, and when she's down and doesn't get the comfort treatment that she wants, she'll lash out at people, but I can't stay annoyed at her for long. Her personality is just so vibrant and compelling.




    The supporting cast is as fun as ever. I'm glad to see some familiar faces return along with references to occurences from the first book, such as Steve and his new love life. (Who knew that one could get fond of a stinky troll?) Vlad is another character that I love and am glad to see return. He's the perfect image of an angsty teenager who, inside, is really a big softie with a good heart. Alex is as sexy as ever, if a bit antsy and overprotective of Sophie in this novel, and Will is a charming addition to the group. He isn't around much though, so I don't have much to comment on—only that I look forward to seeing more of him in the future.




    Still, I have to confess that I liked the first novel more. I liked exploring the demon world much more than the fallen angel side. The whole specter part was weird, especially as it didn't really seem to have anything to add to the plot other than bizarre conversations with the specter. There didn't seem to be much keeping the plot moving, as Sophie doesn't know enough about the situation to take the initiative to investigate. She can only live life and respond to changes in the situation. Also, unlike the first novel, this one doesn't do a good job standing on its own. Going into the final pages, many plot threads were still unresolved, and it felt rushed at the end. Even then, some things remain to be addressed in future installments in the series.




    Overall, this is proving to be a fun series filled laugh-out-loud humor, sexiness, and heart-pounding action. I love Sophie and her friends and am looking forward to reading Under Suspicion, the third installment in the Underworld Detection Agency series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2014

    Attackers of Darkness App Den POST!

    In a cave in a small grass covered hill is the app den. The floor has moss on it, and a pile of feathers and willow branches sits in the corner for making nests. POST!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    Two & 1/2 stars...

    Good read, except for the teenage behavior of Sophie Lawson. I'm almost 33 and don't act like a 14 year old. That's my biggest gripe.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2012

    Angelclaw

    angelclaw drags him back...

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  • Posted February 2, 2012

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    Excellent, quick, & quirky read.

    Another Sophie Lawson escapade in the books! Can't wait for book 3 to be released. I like the dynamics of all the characters, how a group who shouldn't exist together, exist together like a family. I liked learning more of Sophie's history and all the complications that await her. Really enjoyable and quick read with a bit of attitude and complicated twists

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  • Posted October 30, 2011

    Very Funny Read

    Sophie Lawson manages demons for the Underworld Detection Agency in San Francisco. Her best friend Nina is a vampire, and her on-again, off-again boyfriend is a fallen angel. Despite her intimate relationships with the minions of hell, she thinks she's just a normal "breather," a mortal human with no special abilities other than the fact that she's immune to magic. But then Alex comes back into her life, and he's looking for something called the vessel of souls. Whoever controls the vessel controls the balance of good and evil in the world. Sophie has to help Alex find it before the bad guys do, but finding it won't be easy. Alex's evil ex-girlfriend wants the vessel, and she's willing to kill Sophie to get it. And as Sophie learns more about her past-and about how it's connected to the vessel-she discovers that she might not be quite as human as she thought.

    "Under Attack" is a high-spirited, action-packed romp through a city filled with magical beings, tasty food, and bad fashion. I laughed out loud more than once, and the numerous plot twists and turns took me by surprise. My only complaint was that the humor sometimes detracted from the emotional impact of the plot revelations. On the other hand, some urban fantasy novels are too serious and gritty for my tastes. If you like a little chick lit mixed in with your urban fantasy-including sexy men, high fashion, and pop culture references-then "Under Attack" is the book for you.

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