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The Vampire Voss

The Vampire Voss

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by Colleen Gleason

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**Also published under the title LUCIFER'S ROGUE**

"Count on Colleen Gleason for a scorching page-turner!" -Jeaniene Frost

"Dark and decadent, sultry and seductive, Colleen Gleason's sexy Draculia series will hold you in its thrall!" -Lara Adrian

Lucifer's Rogue
Even after centuries of lust, hedonism, and women, Voss rarely finds himself


**Also published under the title LUCIFER'S ROGUE**

"Count on Colleen Gleason for a scorching page-turner!" -Jeaniene Frost

"Dark and decadent, sultry and seductive, Colleen Gleason's sexy Draculia series will hold you in its thrall!" -Lara Adrian

Lucifer's Rogue
Even after centuries of lust, hedonism, and women, Voss rarely finds himself bored. As a member of the Dracule, he is a rogue of the first order, a man who loves nothing more than a warm woman, excellent vintage, and even a puzzling challenge to keep his mind active.

But when one of his seemingly harmless manipulations sets him on the path to seduce the beautiful Angelica Woodmore, things become a little less simple...a lot more passionate...and definitely more complicated.

And when the most evil vampire of the Dracule puts Angelica in his sights, Voss will have to risk everything to save her...and possibly his own soul.

"In a world where every third title seems to be a vampire story, it's a pleasure to come across a series that's as unique as Colleen Gleason's. Fresh, unique, sassy, and fun, Gleason's Draculia trilogy is one of a kind...A must-have addition to the bookshelves of vamp enthusiasts everywhere." -Maggie Shayne

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"Gleason sweeps readers into a carefully created vampire world where her mortal and immortal characters reach out and grab readers. As dark and dangerous as any tale of the dracul, this is also a story of the power of love and redemption."—RT BookReviews on The Vampire Voss

"Lush details, lavish love scenes and characters both noble and violent make this a thrilling ride not for the faint of heart."-Bookpage on The Vampire Narcise (Romance of the month)

"Colleen Gleason's The Vampire Voss has all the right ingredients for a sit-down-can't-get-up-until-I'm-done kind of novel. The writing is delightful, and the story brings us into new realms of the traditional. I loved this book!"
-New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Heather Graham

"In a world where every third title seems to be a vampire story, it's a pleasure to come across a series that is as unique as Colleen Gleason's. Fresh, unique, sassy, and fun, Gleason's Regency Draculia trilogy is one of a kind, and destined to become a classic. A must-have addition to the bookshelves of vamp enthusiasts everywhere."
-Maggie Shayne, New York Times bestselling author of Twilight Prophecy

"Count on Colleen Gleason for a scorching page-turner." -Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author of the Night Huntress series

"Dark and decadent, sultry and seductive, Colleen Gleason's sexy Draculia series will hold you in its thrall. This is Regency romance the way I like it-with a bite!" -Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author of the Midnight Breed series

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A Book of the Regency Draculia Series
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4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.30(d)

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Voss adjusted the shoulders of his coat, aligning the seams, then smoothed the lapels and hem. Having been alive for more than a hundred forty years, he'd seen his share of fashions come and go—and some of them had been horrific. Thank the Fates that the wigs and long, swinging coats that had been in fashion during all of the upheaval around Charles II had given way to shirts and neckcloths and pantaloons. The tailoring was much more attractive, and showing one's own hair was much preferred after decades of wigs and powder.

But Voss's mind wasn't, for once, wholly on his appearance or how he was going to find a nice plump thigh or two to sample…along with, of course, a bit more intimacy. Instead he was still mulling over the expression on Dimitri's face two nights ago in the back rooms at White's.

Dimitri still hadn't forgiven him for that night in Vienna, and Voss supposed he couldn't wholly blame him. The incident in 1690 that had caused their rift had been a combination of misjudgment and unfortunate happenstance. Voss had long written it off to his inexperience and having only been Dracule for six years at the time. Nevertheless, he should have realized that whatever sense of humor Dimitri had had long been lost after becoming Dracule. Or perhaps he'd never even had one, growing up the son of an English earl during the dark times of Oliver Cromwell and his stark Puritan ways.

But that occasion in Vienna had taken place so long ago that the Plague had still been a threat, and unfortunate as it was, the resulting destruction of Dimitri's property and the death of his mistress had been an accident. Most of the blame was, and rightly should be, laid at the feet of Cezar Moldavi—who'd also been in Vienna.

But however the blame had been distributed, the fact that he'd infuriated Dimitri all those years ago made it more difficult for Voss to get what he needed from him. And the fact was he needed Dimitri's cooperation now that Woodmore was gone. They weren't precisely enemies, Voss and Dimitri—but neither did they fully trust each other. It was more as if they were two dogs circling, eyeing each other balefully. With Dimitri doing most of the baleful eyeing, if one was to be wholly honest.

Voss frowned, adjusting the cuff of his shirt. Even if Chas Woodmore—who was not a member of the Dracu-lia—wasn't dead now, he would be as soon as Cezar Moldavi found him with his sister. It was only a matter of time.

"Bastard's as cold and frigid as a dead mortal," he muttered to himself, thinking of Dimitri and his decades of self-denial of the most basic of needs. Whether it stemmed from the incident with Moldavi and Lerina that night in Vienna, or maybe because of his previous mistress, Meg, he didn't know, but Dimitri's choice was an abstinence worse than chastity. Neither of which were the least bit attractive to Voss.

"Beg pardon, my lord?" said his valet, Kimton, turning from the wardrobe. A variety of rejected neckcloths hung from his fingers and over his arms.

"Nothing," Voss replied, picking up his hat and gloves. He paused one last time to admire the cut of his steel-blue coat and gray, gold and midnight patterned vest. His shirt was crisp and white, and the chosen neckcloth a rich sapphire. He'd chosen to stud it with a black jet pin in the shape of an X.

Or, if looked at from a different angle, a cross. But no one would recognize the irony of that except another Dracule.

He smiled, admired the glint of his fangs as they eased smoothly out to press against his lower lip and flashed a bit of that alluring glow from his pupils. Tonight was going to be a delightful challenge. He wondered which of the Woodmore sisters would fall prey to his charm first. Another game, of course. It didn't really matter which one did, as long as one of them succumbed and he could get the information he needed—namely, which of them had the gift of the Sight.

After that, it would be a simple matter to coax the information he wanted from the chit, and then he could be on his way before Woodmore was any wiser. The biggest concern was, however, whether Moldavi knew yet just how valuable the sisters were. The last thing Voss wanted was for Moldavi to realize he could procure his own information from the girls, for it would decidedly deflate Voss's leverage with him. And it would take all of the amusement out of things.

If nothing else, Voss appreciated pleasure and amusement in his life.

After all, when one lived forever, and one was rich as sin, one had to find entertainment and pleasure in order to keep things from becoming mundane. Unfortunately his attempt at amusement and puzzle-solving was precisely what had driven the wedge between him and Dimitri more than a century ago.

But then again, a simple life without pleasure, diversion and the matching of wits would be tedious. Especially when it stretched on for eternity.

Voss ignored the internal rumble of discontent and reached for the handkerchief that Kimton had neatly folded, tucking it into a pocket, giving himself a last critical once-over in the mirror.

It was a relief to return to civilization after spending the majority of the last generation in the Colonies. The man who'd been installed as his father, Lord Dewhurst, had retired from his post—which was to say, he'd been paid off to live the rest of his years in the mountains of Romania or Switzerland—and Voss had been able to reinstate himself as Dewhurst after a forty-year exile. During that time, he'd managed brief trips to Paris, Vienna, Rome and even London, of course, but he couldn't remain there long and still draw on his accounts.

It was too difficult and certainly impolitic to explain why Viscount Dewhurst never aged, disliked going outside when it was very sunny and preferred the warm rich taste of blood to any vintage or, Luce forbid, the rot they called ale in Boston. And if anyone noticed the extreme resemblance between every other generation of Lord Dewhursts, it was merely written off to a strong family tree.

Voss smiled as he pulled on his own gloves. A strong and quite unique family tree indeed. The fact that he and Dimitri, as well as Cezar Moldavi, sprang from the same widespread branches was merely an irritation in the grand scheme of things. It was fortunate to Voss's way of thinking that his Draculian ancestors, as well as those of Dimitri, Cale and a limited number of others, had found their wives among the British and French peerage and thus had conferred upon them their titles and estates throughout Western Europe. Moldavi's roots, on the other hand, were firmly entrenched in the cold, uncivilized mountains of Transylvania and Romania. Drafty castles and mountainous estates located leagues from anything resembling civilization would not be to Voss's liking. Perhaps that was part of the reason Moldavi was so intent on growing his power over mortal and Dracule alike, and why he'd established himself in Paris, trying to create an ally in Bonaparte.

At the bottom of the stairs of his James Park residence, Voss found his butler, Moross (whom he privately called Morose for obvious reasons), waiting at the door.

"Your carriage, my lord," the man intoned. It wasn't time for his once-a-decade smile, so he merely looked down his long bloodhound face.

"Where's Eddersley? And Brickbank?" Voss asked, glancing at the clock in the foyer. Nearly eleven. They'd been expected by half past ten, and he thought he'd heard voices below as he finished dressing. Everyone in the household knew better than to interrupt him in his toilette.

"Here!" trilled a voice. A very happy voice—rather a bit high in pitch to be comfortably masculine—which belonged to Brickbank. From the sound of it, he'd been into Voss's private vintage in the study. Blast. He'd only been back in London for three days and already Brick-bank was becoming an annoyance.

Yes, Voss was more than ready to make the rounds in Society and take advantage of any offered—or coaxed—opportunities therein whilst going about his more urgent business, but there was a time for play and a time for business. To quote a book that he was only vaguely familiar with.

In most cases, however, Voss found a way to combine both business and pleasure.

Brickbank cared for little more than charming a few debutantes in a dark corner to see how far down their gloves would slip. Although Voss wasn't averse to those challenges himself, he had a bit more on his mind than that. With Moldavi riding his tongue along Bonaparte's arse crack, the Draculia cartel in London would be well served by preparedness.

And Voss was in the position to accomplish just that.

The door to the study opened and out tottered Brick-bank, his eyes bright and his nose tinged red. Behind him strode Eddersley, his mop of thick dark hair a mess as usual and a bemused expression on his face. Voss met his eyes and Eddersley shrugged.

"Shall we?" Voss asked coolly, resisting the urge to look at the condition of his study. Morose would see to any disruption with pleasure. "The ball should be in full crush by now."

"You're certain the Woodmore chits will be there?" asked Brickbank, bumping against him as they both moved toward the front door. "Abhor stuffy crushes."

"By all accounts they will. At least, the two elder ones. Unless Corvindale has locked them away already,"

Voss replied, stepping back so that his clumsy friend could precede him through the front door.

Eddersley gave a short laugh. "Dimitri likely hasn't yet met them. He'd be in no hurry to accept his responsibility as their guardian, temporary or otherwise. That would mean actually speaking to a mortal—and a female one at that—and removing himself from his study."

Voss nodded, smiling to himself. He'd given Corvindale the news only two nights ago; even he wouldn't have moved that quickly to get the girls under his roof and safe from Moldavi. And that was precisely the reason he was taking himself off to the Lundhames' ball tonight.

There were rumors about the Woodmore girls and their abilities, of course—which was why Dimitri had become ensnared in a mess that he surely would prefer to be left out of—but whether those rumors about the sisters and their secrets had yet reached the streets of Paris, and thus the ears of Moldavi, was uncertain. Since the war and the new Emperor Bonaparte's subsequent buildup of brigades ready to invade England, even those who were Dracule had a bit more difficulty with expedient communication.

Chas Woodmore had done his best to keep his sisters and their abilities under wraps while at the same time making himself indispensable to Corvindale and other members of the Draculia. It was too bad Wood-more didn't trust Voss enough to turn the guardianship of his sisters over to him, instead of Corvindale. That would have made things much simpler.

The three men climbed into the carriage and Voss settled himself on the green velvet seat. Eddersley and Brickbank found their places across from him, and he rapped on the ceiling. The conveyance started off with nary a jolt and he peered out the window as they drove through St. James. As they rumbled along, the wheels quick and smooth over the cobbles below, Voss found himself less interested in the conversation of his companions than the sights outside the window.

A new moon gave no assistance to the faulty oil lamps illuminating the streets, exposing little but the shadows of random persons making their way along the walkways. The houses and shops, cluttered and clustered together in a jumbled-together fashion so unlike that in the sprawling Colonies, rose like unrelieved black walls on either side of the street. The only texture in that solid dark rise was the occasional alley or mews, just as dark and dangerous.

To mortals, anyway.

Voss felt oddly prickly tonight, as if something irregular were about to happen.

Perhaps it was simply that he'd not been out in London Society for years, although he would never ascribe his unsettled feeling to nerves. A one-hundred-forty-eight-year-old vampire simply didn't have nervous energy…even when he came face-to-face with his own weakness, which, in the case of Voss, was the unassuming hyssop plant.

Each of them, each Dracule, had a personal Asthenia—an Achilles' heel or vulnerability, or whatever one wanted to call it. Other than a wooden stake to the heart, a blade bent on severing head from body or full sunlight, the Asthenia was the only real threat to a member of the Draculia. And even then, the Asthenia caused only pain and great weakness—which often allowed for the stake, sword or sun to do its business.

Not that the Dracule ever discussed or even disclosed this frailty. It was a personal thing, akin to having a flaccid member at the most inopportune moments. Never spoken of, never acknowledged, never dissected. There was, as Giordan Cale had once said, honor among thieves, pirates and the Draculia.

Yet, in an attempt to keep his mind occupied and in a bid for personal amusement as well as leverage in the event he needed it, Voss had made a sort of game of it to determine the Asthenias of his Draculian brothers. He considered it nothing more than each man's unique puzzle, and by craft, cunning or mere observation, he had determined the weaknesses of many of his associates.

It was nothing he hadn't been doing for years, for Voss had long been a trained observer. He'd grown up the youngest child and long-awaited heir, and he spent much of his youth eluding tutors and spying on his five elder sisters.

At an early age, he discovered that information was power and that secrets were leverage. His sisters doted on him, spoiled him and easily succumbed to his manipulations, paying him in sweetmeats or playtime when he threatened to divulge who was kissing whose beau, sneaking into the barn with a footman and "borrowing" another sibling's clothing and shoes. The price became even higher when said beau belonged to another sister, or when the gown in question mysteriously reappeared in the owner's wardrobe, torn or stained.

He considered it all in good fun, and as a result, Voss ate plenty of jumballs, candied rosemary and rosewater fritters as well as earned games of chess or backgammon from his sisters or their beaus.

When he turned fifteen and went off to school, Voss realized that his tendency toward observation and manipulation was no longer a simple matter of entertainment, but personal security, as well. The upperclassmen at Eton leeched almost immediately onto the pretty blond boy who tended toward the scrawny side, tossing him into the privy on his second day of school. That shock, after having been petted and fussed over for his young life, caused Voss to look at the world of men quite differently.

Meet the Author

Colleen Gleason has a degree in English and an MBA from the University of Michigan. After working more than fifteen years in sales and marketing, she owned her own business and worked for two startup companies. She's traveled to Paris, London and Tahiti, and currently resides with her family near Ann Arbor, where she writes full-time. Colleen loves to hear from her readers and encourages them to visit her website for updates and sneak peeks of future books. www.colleengleason.com

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The Vampire Voss (Regency Draculia Series #1) 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1804 in London, the Woodmere sisters become concerned when their twenty-seven years old brother vampire hunter Chas vanishes. They turn to their guardian, the Earl of Corvindale, hoping he can find Chas who they fear is in trouble due to his hazardous occupation. Meanwhile Dracule Lord Voss Arden returns to England from the upstart colonies calling themselves the United States with news about Chas, who he believes abducted his sister. Voss has no heart as a minion of Lucifer. However, he is stunned when he meets one of the Woodmere sisters Angelica, who has the gift of sight. He wants her as she makes his blood boil. She feels the same way until she learns the nature of her beloved. Now she feels betrayed while each share a broken heart. The Book of the Regency Dracula is a dark historical romantic fantasy starring two star-crossed wannabe lovers. Besides her brother never accepting a Vampire as suitable for any of his younger sisters, his species (and others) would never allow him to be with a human possessing the Gift. Readers will enjoy this new paranormal trilogy starring a seemingly Romeo and Juliet couple in Regency England. Colleen Gleason provides a respite for Victoria Gardella with The Vampires Voss' dangerous tale of forbidden love. Harriet Klausner
MADreaderMD More than 1 year ago
Regency vampires are so sexy! Voss, Lord Dewhurst, has enjoyed all the benefits of immortality as a vampire for 148 years. He's taken his pleasure from wine, women, and whatever nefarious dealings might have come along. He has especially enjoyed trading in secrets and finding out the weaknesses of the other members of the Dracule. At first, he just wants to seduce Angelica Woodmore to get the information she can provide, but when she doesn't immediately fall under his thrall, Voss finds Angelica to be just the sort of puzzle he craves. When her life is in danger, he finds it necessary to fight against other members of the Dracule, which doesn't please Lucifer at all. Voss has to decide if he can go against his nature to protect Angelica, and she must decide if she can trust her heart to a vampire. There is a lot of action, and the romantic buildup is great. I enjoyed the setup for this world of vampires among the nobility of Europe. This book really complements the second book in the series, The Vampire Dimitri, which takes place at the same time.
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Naj More than 1 year ago
Its been about almost more than a year since I've read a full on historical romance/regency book. And reading this was extremely refreshing. As a lover of all things Austen and Bronte this was almost of its like but with its own originality. Of course, this was more simple in terms of descriptions and dialogue. But all together great! Okay fine, vampires are overrated. But come on! We've all contributed to its "overratedness" and you can't deny it at all. In this first installment in the Regency Draculia series, Vampire Voss likes playing games and sneaking around observing his peers and learning about their dirtiest and darkest secrets, which he uses against them. In all his years as a vampire, he has gained more enemies than friends. Throughout the entire book he had probably only one friend, who eventually turns on him somewhere. That wasn't a spoiler! As handsome, dark and alluring Voss may be, he has met his "match" in the opposite gender. Angelica is stern, not all that kick-ass but someone you can realisticly connect with. I loved how her demeanor was portrayed and enjoyed her urge to go against society's morals. As much as I liked the characters, the dialogue was even better, especially when everything was written so smoothly. The book was filled with many elements. My favorite being the historical bit and maybe the splash of paranormal here and there. The plot had a wonderful introduction, peak and everything in between. It really does keep you reading and may seem a little rushed in places but that usually can't be helped. Colleen Gleason has written an excellent book about duty, propriety and unconditional love. Along with her wonderfully written dialogue and sprinkles of humor, she almost had it perfectly. Definitely a good read for the historical lovers.
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alterlisa More than 1 year ago
Having read the "Gardella Chronicles" by Gleason and loving them, I was tickled to death to see her new trilogy of historical paranormals. While the level of mystery and suspense wasn't there as it was in the "Gardella" books, the sex level was definitely sizzling. I love the world that Gleason has created and especially the albatross that is around the neck of every vampire. The first thing they see upon waking (cat, dog, diamonds, a bird) is something that weakens them and can be used to control them. This is definitely a darker read than a lot of paranormal romance out there and I love this darker vampire world. While I didn't care for Voss in the beginning, he did begin to grow on me and by the end I thoroughly enjoyed the bantering between him and Angelica. She is a much younger, livelier young woman than her sister, Maia, who is very straight laced. She's funny and an excellent match for Voss. This book was a very fast read for me and I pretty much read it from start to finish in hours. Luckily I have the next two books in this series and can start them immediately.
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Carrie Larsen More than 1 year ago
I thought this story enjoyable and I really got into Voss and A ngelicas love story. I cant wait to finish reading book 2 of the series. This is the first I have read from this author and look forward to reading some of her other works
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RBtWBC More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars I want to start off saying that I am a huge fan of Colleen Gleason's Gardella Vampire Chronicles and the Envy Chronicles she writes under Joss Ware, so that being said I was so excited to hear she was starting a new vampire series. The over all idea for the series is interesting and unique with all vampires being distantly related to Vlad Tepes and Lucifer coming to certain family members in their dreams offering them immortality in exchange for carrying his mark. And with each vampire having his or her own specific weakness that ranges from the common to the almost unknown. The regency world that Gleason has built around her characters is detailed and you can easily put yourself into the tight restraints of the era and the crowded ballrooms dancing the scandalous waltz. It was quick-paced with mystery and intrigue. However, the relationship between Voss and Angelica was a little unbelievable to me. The main reason being that even though he was starting to have feelings for Angelica, Voss still slept with numerous women. Every other character's growth and development was conceivable but his; he pretty much stayed true to his original form until the end and then it seemed rush. All of the sudden he was this proper gentleman. Though I did enjoy his perfect good looks and his naughty ways, he is a very sexy main man The Vampire Voss went back and forth between three couples; Voss & Angelica, Dimitri & Maia and Narcise & Chas and each will have their own story and HEA. Now this concept can be good and bad for the story arc; and here's how it was bad in this novel - Dimitri & Maia's character's and potential relationship completely outshined Voss & Angelica's. I was more interested in them then the main couple and really look forward for The Vampire Dimitri, out April 26th. Despite all the obstacles and difficulties between these two, Voss and Angelica make it to their happily ever after. The ending was a complete surprise for me but it felt a little too perfect and unbelievable. If you are expecting another in league with the Gardella's you might be somewhat disappointed but Regency Draculia is still a good read in it's own right and I look forward to the continuation of the series.
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CrystalPosey More than 1 year ago
Voss is neutral when it comes to siding between the warring sides of the Daculia. Not evil and not necessarily good, he prefers spending his time trading and buying information. After all, information is always the best kind of weapon. It's only when Voss find a woman who captivates him that he finds a side he wants to be on. A side no vampire dared to dream he could be on. Gleason's Daculia world can be described as many things: Dark, captivating, passionate, but more than anything the Regency Daculia is unique. From their origin to their secret vulnerabilities, this is a new twist on vampires that makes for a superb addition to the paranormal world. It is a world which is the driving force behind this book for myself, as a reader. The characters were good, but not great. I was more interested in other characters in the book than Voss and Angelica. Particularly Dimitri and his love interest, which take center stage in book two. *I received this eGalley free in exchange for an honest review.
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AnAbundanceofBooks More than 1 year ago
This is not your mother's romance book! Is there lust? Is there smex in it? Are people overcome with passion/love/weak knees? Yes to all of the above. But you get 89% through the book before the hero even gets to third base! This book was a romance novel in the strictest sense: it was about the relationship (not the sex). The story is written from five different viewpoints: Dimitri, Voss, Angelica, Maia, and Narcise. The book opens with Dimitri's POV, which was a bit confusing and I double checked a few times to make sure that I was reading the right book. The story then moves on to alternate mainly between Voss and Angelica; occasionally revisiting Dimitri and just a smidgen of Maia and Narcise thrown in. Gleason has taken an interesting slant on the vampire myth. The Devil approaches certain descendants of Vlad Tepes, and makes a deal with them in their dreams. Eternal life in exchange for joining his army during the final battle. Many believe that the dream is just that, merely a dream and agree to the bargain. Once they wake, the first thing they see will become their greatest weakness, his kryptonite if you will. It could be copper, rubies, pine needles, ink, anything. Each member of the draculia is also marked with a black root like mark on their back - representing their devil's bargain and the crack in their soul. Lucifer never mentions this, nor does he mention their new propensity for bursting into flames in the sunlight. As I said above, this book wasn't really about Voss and Angelica's physical relationship. It was very much about Voss changing himself, Angelica trusting herself, and them finding each other. Voss had to fight Lucifer's painful reminders of the type of life he was expected to lead - this more sympathetic and in love Voss is not what the Devil wanted. There were times that I thought I knew how Gleason was going to resolve certain problems, but then there would be a twist and the game changes. However, there came a point where I'd pretty much figured out how the HEA would be achieved, but it was still a satisfying ending. Problems I had: Voss, and most vampires, are accustomed to using their "thrall" to get sexual partners and donors. While I'm not going to get into the awfulness of this or its implications, Gleason tosses this out so many times that it affected my view of the book and Voss. I would be enjoying his character, and then these reprehensible hints pop up, and my enjoyment decreases. I hated Maia, just hated her. She's pushy, nosy, overbearing, ridiculous, demanding, and infuriating. While there are hints as to why she is this way I just don't have patience or compassion for her at the moment. Once you figured out how the book "had" to end you you could kind of see how the other books in the series would end. Verdict: For me, this was a totally different type of vampire romance - and I while enjoyed it, something holds me back from giving it a 4 star or more rating. I loved how self-centered Voss was, Angelica was sweet and likable, and the story moved along at a nice clip. I can't help but think that this is a book best checked borrowed instead of purchased. It was fun, but not awesome. I give it 3 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*she walks in, then bashes Jimmy's head in with her hammer.* That's all the love you're gonna get.*she disappears with a puff of black fog.*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dont be i just want to stop from making a bad choice
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
F u c k s her