I know that better than most. Since rejoining the Pride, I've made big decisions and even bigger mistakes: the kind paid for with innocent lives. As the first and only female enforcer, I have plenty to prove to my father, the Pride and myself. And with murdered toms turning up in our territory, I'm working harder than ever, though I always find the energy for a little after-hours recreation with Marc, my partner both on and off duty.
But not all my mistakes are behind me. We're beginning to suspect that the dead are connected to a rash of missing human women and that they can all be laid at my feet-two or four, take your pick. And one horrible indiscretion may yet cost me more than I can bear....
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"Catch and release, my ass!" Grunting, I shoved the stray facedown over the trunk of Marc's car, snatching back my free hand just in time to avoid his teeth as they snapped together. The bastard was half again my size, and thrashing like a well, like a scared cat, determined to shred anything he could get his hands onincluding me.
Several feet behind me, Marc watched, no doubt mentally noting every aspect of my performance so he could recreate it later for my father. So far, I hadn't given him much good to report.
Beating prowlers senseless to teach them a lesson was one thing; I'd easily mastered most of the common scare tactics. But this whole chase-them-down-and-haul-them-out approach? That was bullshit. Complete and total idiocy. What was my father thinking?
The only stroke of luck I'd had all evening was that the stray had fled to a deserted make-out spot on the outskirts of Dumas, Arkansas. If he'd headed toward the town lights instead of away from them, I'd never have caught him. I wouldn't even have tried. We couldn't risk human passersby seeing an average-size young woman like me haul around a man who outweighed me by at least forty pounds. And the truth was that if the stray had known how to fight, I probably couldn't have caught him.
Not that the capture had gone smoothly, even so.Marc had made no effort to help.
"Can you give me a hand, here?" I snapped at him over my shoulder, slamming the stray's head back down on the trunk as he twisted, trying to break free of my grasp.
Masculine laughter rang out from behind me, unaccompanied by footsteps. "You're doing just fine, querida."
"Don't fucking call me that," I growled through clenched jaws. With my free hand, I seized one of the trespasser's flailing arms and pinned it to the small of his back. His other hand escaped me, clawing grooves into the paint. Not that it made any difference on Marc's oft-abused car.
Marc laughed, unmoved by my threat. Leaning forward, I draped myself across the intruder's back to hold him still. His heart pounded fiercely against the thin, shiny material of a red blouse I'd had no plans to fight in.
His free hand flailed, still out of reach. I squeezed the wrist I'd captured. His bones ground together. Howling in pain, he bucked beneath me. I held on, determined not to screw up my first solo capture. Not with Marc watching. He'd never let me live it down.
"Let me go, bitch," the stray growled, his words distorted with his face pressed into the car.
Behind me, Marc chuckled again. "I think he likes you, Faythe."
So much for shiny and new. I jerked us both
He'd blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which were swallowing his own tongue. For a moment, I heard only Marc's steady breathing at my back and the crickets chirruping all around us. Then my prisoner screamed. He hit notes that would have made Steven Tyler wince.
Satisfied that he couldn't stand, much less run, I let him go. He crumpled to the ground at my feet, shrieking like a little girl.
"Well, that's certainly one way to do it." Marc stepped up to my side. He looked a little pale, and not just from the moonlight.
I smoothed more hair back from my face, eyeing the pathetic form on the gravel. "Give me your damn cuffs," I snapped at Marc, not the least bit ashamed of myself for dropping my opponent with a knee to the groin.
Marc pulled his own handcuffs from his back pocket. "Remind me not to piss you off," he said, dropping them into my open palm.
"You still need to be reminded?" Kneeling, I pulled the stray's arms behind his back and cuffed them. He was still whimpering when I hauled him up by his elbow and half dragged him to the passenger side of the car. At the door, I spun him around to face me. "What's your name?"
Instead of answering, he leered at the low neckline of my blouse. It wasn't the smartest or most original response, but it was a definite improvement over the guy who'd tried to take a taste. Still, I was in no mood to be ogled.At least, not by him.
I let my fist fly, and my knuckles smashed into his rib cage. His eyes went wide, and he clenched his jaw on an oof of pain.
"This is the last time I'll ask," I warned, focusing on his closed eyelids. "Then I'll just knock you out and call you Tom Doe. Your choice. Now, what's your fucking name?"
His eyes popped opened, staring into mine as if to determine how serious my threat was. Whatever he saw must have convinced him. "Dan Painter," he said, the end of his own name clipped short in anger.
"Mr. Painter." I nodded, satisfied that he was telling the truth, based on his expression and the steady, if quick, beat of his pulse. "To what do we owe the displeasure of your visit?"
His eyebrows rose in confusion.
I rolled my eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?" The wrinkles in his forehead smoothed out as comprehension spread across his face. "Just doin' my civic duty," he insisted. "Chasing a piece of ass, not that it matters now. Bitch gave me the slip."
Marc stepped forward. "That must have been some piece of ass, to tempt you into south-central territory."
Groaning inwardly, I held my tongue. It would have been poor form to yell at my partner in front of the prisoner. Again.
"You got no idea." The stray looked at Marc over my shoulder. "Or maybe you do." His eyes slid back to me, and I ground my teeth as his gaze traveled down my blouse and snug black slacks. "This one's kind of plain in the face, but she's got it where it counts, huh?"
I felt Marc tense just behind me, and heard his knuckles pop. He was forming a fist. But he was too late.
"Consider this your only warning to stay out of our territory." My fist flew in a beautiful right hook. My knuckles slammed into the stray's left cheek. His head snapped back and to the side. And for the second time in four minutes, he collapsedthis time unconscious.
Already flexing my bruised hand, I let him fall. What did I care if he scraped his face on the gravel? He was lucky I hadn't broken his cheekbone. At least, I didn't think I'd broken anything. Except possibly my own knuckles.
Behind me, Marc made a soft whistling sound, clearly impressed. "That's not standard procedure," he said, his tone entirely too reasonable as he leaned over the stray's body to open the back passenger-side door.
"Yeah, well, I'm not your standard enforcer." The rest of my father's employees had more respect for the rules than I had. They also had much more testosterone and two fewer ovaries. None of them really knew what to do with me.
Marc grinned, pulling my injured hand into the light from the car's interior bulb. "I won't argue with that." He tilted my wrist for a better view, and I winced. "It's not broken. We'll stop for some ice on the way to the free zone."
"And some coffee," I insisted, already dreading the hour-long drive east to the Arkansas-Mississippi border, where we would release Dan Painter in the free zone on the other side of the Mississippi River. "I need coffee."
"Of course." Bending, Marc grabbed the stray's shirt in his left hand and the waist of his jeans in the other. He picked up the unconscious werecat and tossed him headfirst onto the backseat. "That was one hell of a right hook." Marc produced a roll of duct tape, apparently from thin air. He tore off a long strip and wound it around Mr. Painter's ankles, then bent the stray's legs at the knees to get his feet into the car. "I don't remember your father teaching you that."
Marc slammed the door and arched one eyebrow at me in question.
Smiling, I knelt to look beneath the car. "Ultimate Fighting Championship."
He nodded. "Impressive."
"I thought so." On my hands and knees in the gravel, I felt around beneath the car, searching for my handcuffs. I'd lost my first pair diving into the Red River in pursuit of a harmless but repeat offender a month earlier. If I came back without the new set, my father would have my hide. Or dock my paycheck.
My fingers scraped a clump of coarse grass growing through the rocks and skimmed over the rounded end of a broken bottle.
"Need some help?" Marc reached down to run one hand slowly over my hip.
I grinned at him over my shoulder. "You're not going to find anything there."
"That's what you think." His hand slid up my side as my fingers brushed a smooth arc of metal. I grabbed the cuff and backed out from under the car, and Marc pulled me to my feet. He turned me around to face him as I slid the cuff into my back pocket, then he pressed me against the side of the car.
"Let's take a break," he whispered, leaning in to brush my neck with his lips.
"Like you've been working," I said, but my hand reached automatically for his arm. My fingers brushed the lines of his triceps, my nails skimming the surface of his skin, raising goose bumps. I loved drawing a reaction from him. It gave me a sense of power, of control. And yet the feeling was mutual; I couldn't say no to him, and he knew it.
"So why don't you put me to work?" he purred against my ear, pressing closer to me. His fingers edged between me and the car, moving slowly to cup my rear, his grip firm and strong.
I leaned forward to give him better access. "Do we have time?"
"All the time in the world. Unless you have a curfew I don't know about."
"I'm grown, remember?"
"Oh, I remember." His tongue trailed lightly down the side of my neck, hesitating slightly at the four crescent-shaped scars, leaving a wet trail to be caressed by the warm September breeze. "You're very, very grown." His tongue resumed its course, flicking over my collarbone before diving into my cleavage. The sweet spot, he called it. With good reason.
"What about our unwilling guest?" My fingers trailed over his chest, feeling the hard planes through his T-shirt.
"He can find his own date." Marc's words were muffled against my skin, his breath hot on the upper curve of my breast.
"I'm serious." I pulled him back up to eye level. "What if he wakes up?"
"He'll be jealous." Marc leaned in to kiss me, but I put a hand on his chest. Breathing an impatient sigh, he glanced through the car window over my shoulder, then back up to meet my eyes. "He's out cold. Besides, we never have any privacy at the ranch, anyway, so what does it matter?"
Privacy. It had become our most precious commodity, and the supply was never enough to meet the demand in a house full of propriety-challenged werecatsnoisy, overgrown children with supernatural hearing and no lives of their own. Marc was right: middle-of-nowhere Arkansas was about as private as we were going to get. Ever. For the rest of what passed for our lives.
I nodded, sliding my hands slowly beneath the front of his shirt. "Okay, but you'd better have a blanket in there." I tossed my head toward the trunk. "'Cause I'm not lying down on this gravel."
He frowned, and his nose met mine as he bent down for one more kiss. "Who said anything about lying" his cell phone rang out from his hip pocket, just as his lips brushed mine "down."
I smiled, not a bit surprised. Timing was everything, and in that regard, my father was a force to be reckoned with.
Marc stepped back, pulling the phone from his pocket, and my hands fell from his chest to rest on my hips. "Damn it, Greg," he muttered, glancing at the backlit screen.
"Tell him what we were about to do, and he'll probably leave us alone," I said, pulling open the front passenger-side door. Unlike most fathers, mine was enthusiastic about my relationship with my boyfriend. So was my mother. They loved Marc as if he were a son, and would have done anything to make an honest couple of us, including gluing the ring to my finger. It was kind of creepy, if I stopped to think about it for too long.
"That's not a conversation I particularly enjoy having with your father." Marc scowled as the phone continued to ring. "And if I get one more tip from Michael, I'm going to throw him right through the living-room window, even if he is your brother."
I flinched. "He didn't."
Marc raised his eyebrows.
Damn. He did. Marc wouldn't have to kill Michael; I'd do it myself. I just could not make people understand that my private life was exactly that: private.
Smiling now, Marc pressed the on button and held his phone to his ear. "Hi, Greg. What's wrong?"
My father's reply came through loud and clear. "I just checked my messages and found something interesting. An anonymous call about a dead cat. I hope you have your shovel."
Of course Marc had his shovel. Because what better way was there to end a date than by burying a corpse in the middle of the night?
It's official. My job sucks.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Vincent's first book, Stray, was innovative and fresh. The concept of were-cats (panther-esque) was just different enough to capture my imagination. It is definitely worth a read.
This follow-up, however, was very disappointing.
The 'heroine' comes off as a spoiled, whiny 'rich kid' type. It is hard to have any sympathy for the plight she gets herself into. Maybe it is okay to have a main character that is lame, but the interaction between her and the other characters makes them all seem very, very shallow.
The intensity and anticipation of which romantic lead will the heroine end up with... is totally missing. She is with the same <written> rather pathetic and temperamental character. (He has very little depth, and always has the exact same predictable responses.) The 'spark' of romance is all but gone.
Finally, but most important: The story itself is not novel, and uses the first book as a total crutch.
If you read the first book, you'll wander what the point was of the second... to tie up some small lose ends in 300 pages instead of the 30 extra that might have been added to the first.
the twists in this book are great! i fully did not expect the ending. i would definatly recommend this book
This book did tie up some loose ends, but was a lot slower than the first book. I think this is still an integral part of the overall series. Faythe seems to be a character that slowly grows on you. The Pride always has to help her out of a tangled mess. This installment features the on-again, off-again relationship with Marc, Andrew - who no longer is simply a quiet college student, Luiz - who makes a nasty return, and a multitude of missing strip club dancers.
Oh my gosh! This book is absolutely amazing! I loved the first one and couldnt wait for this one to come out. I finally saw it in the store and read it the entire night in order to finish it. I couldnt put it down and now am anticipating the next one!!! Hurry up I want it!! I would tell you what happens but that would ruin it for you, and I HIGHLY recommend it, very highly! So go out and buy it NOW or at least order it, you really dont want to miss out on this adventure!
Excellent book which is packed with action. I could not put the book down. The author acquired and held my attention the whole time.
Stray was completely smashing and I freaking loved it, but I was a little dissapointed when I read Rogue, although Rachel was brillait and she had something really good going the book spoke for it self I picked it up the first day it came out, my hands were literally shaking and my cousin had to slap me a couple of times I even asked her if I had died, I know a little dramatic but I was so excited. Now I'm kind of a little dissapointed but still I'm keeping alot of faith in Rachel I still can't wait for the next book in the series comes out. Get typing Rachel and don't forget to bring out the claws ]]
Bought for myselfBBA Series ChallengeOverall Rating 4.50Story Rating 4.50Character Rating 4.50Audio Only Rating 4.50NOTE: I get why people love this series now. Rogue hooked me where Stray almost scared me off. I am glad that I am listening to this series in audio form. I think Jennifer Van Dyck did an excellent job with the narration.What I Loved: As much I did not like her at all in Stray, I have to say that Faythe has grown by leaps and bounds in this book. Her story is captivating and heartbreaking! Marc is a perfect counterpart to her with his own hangups and insecurities. I have a feeling they are going to break my heart a few times over the series. I have to say though, let's hear it for the Mama of the Pride! I love Faythe's parents in general (again kudos to Rachel Vincent for the strong family core) but it was really Mama that kicked butt and took names in this book. I also loved the addition of Minx to the mix and hope she sticks around.What I Liked: Brothers! You have to love them, want to kill them, and then appreciate them for everything they add to your life. Rachel Vincent is amazing at bringing a slate of characters in and making them all important. I am very interested in each of their stories and how they play out over the course of the series.Complaints: Cliffhanger (sort of)! More like I immediately wanted to jump to book 3 (Pride) which I guess was the evil plan all along!Why I gave it a 4.5: Did I mention I get why everyone is in love with the series now? What a great ride and can't wait to read/listen to more!
Ms Vincent, I am an idiot! LOL I almost didn't see how fantastic and awesome your Shifters series is and that would have sucKed!! Thank goodness there are other readers and bloggers out there that saved me from doing that because I am well and truly hooked on your books now:D I just finished reading Rogue and by the time I was on chapter 5 I was wondering how I ever felt so "meh" about Faythe, Marc, and all the other Pride peeps. Faythe has won me over and I guess because I started out as not a fan, I love her that much more now that her story has drawn me in so deep. I find her relationship with her father and mother so interesting to watch as she works at building autonomy while balancing it with interdependance necessary for a shifter in a pack. It's something that definitely affects her fear of commitment to Marc too. I love Marc but just when I feel like Faythe is being dumb for not committing to him he does something over-the-top that makes me say, "well damn Faythe, you are right". Then there's the details of the series itself: when I read book 1 I didn't expect some of the smallest details to turn into important leads in this book. I've been so used to the routine of reading series that I thought I pretty much knew exactly what was coming but Rogue did a great job of surprising me with a couple things and I liked that. Now I can't wait to read book 3 but since I'm short on cash I have to suffer and wait my turn for it through the library! lol
I normally always like the first book in a series, but I have to say I liked book two better. This had a lot of action in it. Faythe accidentally infects her ex boyfriend, Andrew after a toss in the sheets one afternoon. Andrew comes after her after being turned into a werecat, along with Luiz who tried capturing Faythe in the first book. Andrew wants revenge from Faythe because she turned him into a werecat and then left him on his own. Which she didn't know at the time that she did. Marc and Faythe's relationship goes down hill because she kept the nasty phone calls from Andrew from him. Faythe must then stand before the counsel for her trial. Turning a human into a stray is not allowed and Faythe could be put to death.
Typical adult urban fantasy novel. Main character is "fiercely independent" and hates to be told what to do, doesn't like being tied down or committing, is mean to the main love interest and then gets all pissy when he gets mad and walks off.But actually, it wasn't an awful book. Rachel Vincent's characters may be bleh but her plot is very good. A very interesting mystery, and I like how it unfolds (though I still solved it before the lame-o charries).Of course, there was that purely random sex scene that was just like, "Oh wait! I forgot that this is an adult urban fantasy book and that it requires a sex scene!" That was kind of...silly.I was considering dropping the series if this book didn't pan out, but I think I'll go ahead and read the third novel. They certainly aren't amazing books or anything, but her plots are still pretty good.
I am officially annoyed. I want some kind of law, or at least an industry standard, that requires publishers to label any novel that doesn't tie up all its little plot threads in ONE volume. This is one that would definitely have that label, as we're left waiting Important Things on the very last page. Blech.It takes a lot of talent to write good poetry, to compress meaning into those few, perfect words. Writing short stories is, again, something that requires skill, talent, and discipline. Novels give the author more leeway, and the best, in my opinion, are those that are pared down to the essentials. More and more, I see the serial novel as the mark of a very undisciplined writer. I like series, certainly—as long as each volume can stand on its own merits, enjoyable without having to read several other books. Ms. Vincent is nowhere near that level of professionalism.
I am still enjoying this series, even though I still find Faythe to be a spoiled brat. I feel for Marc, but I also think he's a bit of an ass. I love the storyline and a lot of the plot took me by surprise, especially the plot with Andrew.I have read two of the books in two days. Time to move on to book three.
This is the second book in the werecat series. This book was a little dull at the beginning, but the ending was great. The author has 2 more books coming out in this series that should be worth buying.
I bought this book based on my enjoyment of "Strays". This is the second in Vincent's Pride series. Unlike so many other second books, this is a strong sequel that doesn't feel like the author is just rushing to get you to the next book.The werecat world of Faythe seems good. She's got a boyfriend. She's working for her father. She is fitting into the Pride easily until the first body. Someone is killing strays and it is not Faythe and the other Pride enforcers. When dead human strippers are added to the puzzle, Faythe quickly puts together the answer. And she doesn't like it.The answer threatens Faythe in so many ways. Her relationship with her lover, her father and her Pride could be shattered. She could even lose her life if the Pride council gets wind of this. The father-daughter struggle that was healing is blown apart again and Faythe has to come to some very hard decisions.This book made me lose sleep. I could not put it down.
Faythe Sanders is back, working hard to prove herself as the first female Enforcer for the South Central Pride. Teamed up with her one-time fiance and current lover, Marc, she's got a lot to do to show her father she's worthy of his pride and support. But when strays start showing up dead Faythe's skills are put to the test. When one of their own joins the strays in the after-life the mystery begins to deepen even as it starts to unravel. The killer smells like a jungle cat and 'more'. So who is this rogue and how the the missing strippers, who all bear a striking resemblence to Faythe herself, tie into this plot? If you liked Stray you're bound to love Rogue. The story picks up quick and keeps a steady pace. Just don't expect many surprises, if you read Stray you'll know pretty much everything that is going to happen in this sophomore novel before cracking it open. But while predictable, Vincent had woven a more emotionally resounding and complex tale. The women in the werecat world begin to be more visible as strong members of their society which I think most readers will be pleased with. What I did not like about this book and Stray is Faythe herself. She's always doing the rebellious and stupid thing, even when she knows it's a mistake. It's like she doesn't care despite her narrative saying she does. She abuses her father's protection, Marc's devotion and her mother's kindness to the point I want to smack her in the head with a brick. Her spoiled ten-year-old attitude has grown tired by the end of the novel, but you will see a slight improvement, so let's hope she continues to grow and mature through the series. See her next in Pride, the third novel!
A phone call from her ex wouldn't really have been welcome anyway, but Faythe's back with ex-lover Marc and settling in to her enforcer training, so Andrew's call comes at a really bad time. Worse yet, he's developing some serious stalker characteristics. And someone's killing werecats again - the strays are bad enough, but when the killer starts taking out Pride cats, something's got to be done.Things are starting to heat up, the action's smoothing out, and the cliffhanger ending means I'll be tracking down Pride to see how things get sorted out.
This is, it appears, the second book in a series and I've not read the first book. I suspect I know the story - there are references back to characters and events that would make a good book - but it works perfectly well without having read "Strays" which comes before it. It fits nicely into the contemporary horror/fantasy genre that so many others aim at - most notably Kelley Armstrong's books about the werewolves in the "Women of the Otherworld" series.Faythe is, more or less, a modern, liberated woman. She's also a werecat - and their females are rare and incredibly cherished, which sometimes helps her and sometimes drives her mad. Her Pride maintain an area and keep the riff-raff out. I'm not sure what the geography of the US is in terms of miles, but from Texas to New Orleans seems like a pretty big area to me, and that's what they cover, minimum.The story starts with her and her lover capturing and ejecting a stray, then getting a message that there's a werecat corpse that they need to bury. This is the start of a run of serial killers that she and her fellow Pride enforcers, plus the Alpha (her father) start to investigate. There are a couple of pleasant twists and turns along the way, but they are all fairly gentle curves and don't really catch you out if you're paying attention as you read. There's a good clean resolution, and a good clean lead into the next book in the series too.The werecat thing seems... odd to be honest. Not because werecats are a bad choice, but there's a load about the fact that they're visual and auditory hunters, then most of the story is about scents and there are several times that you would think noises would give people away but they don't.The sex is sparse and rather glossed over. I didn't mind that, but this is probably aimed at an adult market rather than the young adult range - it does have a fair amount of sex, visits to a strip club, drinking games whilst watching "The Howling" and the like. Given that, she could go raunchier if she wanted.
Two Minute Review for ¿Rogue¿ by Rachel VincentA mistake from the first book comes back to haunt Faythe. The werecat community must hunt a rogue tabby, an old boy friend and Luis, the serial killer. Faythe is a little more attractive in this book as a person. You still want to slap her a few times for her annoying attitude but for the most part she is just trying to be the person she is meant to be. This is because she is still being forced into a dozen different boxes by all the people in her life.
I liked this much better than Stray - Faythe was far less whiny - still bratty at times, but making an effort. I hope the growth of her character continues as I found it so hard to like her much at all previously. Marc deserves a medal for putting up with her I think.The plot itself was reasonably solid - not as action orientated as the first and I figured out with the first phonecall what had happened to Andrew (though not how). It continues the storyline in Stray with a bit of a twist - the climax is suitably satisfying, though I don't think the thread is quite finished yet.Much of the story takes place on the ranch and you learn a little more about the Pride for that. I found it a fast read and am happier about having bought the whole series now.
Rachel Vincent has a good thing going with her Were-Cats series. The first novel, Stray, attracted readers of the genre with it's wickedly intriguing cover while the story packed more than enough punch, to keep readers wanting more. Here we have the continuation of Faythe's story. Faythe is the daughter of the local Pride's leader, Greg Sanders. She is viewed as something precious to be held close and guarded because she is a female at child bearing age. Females are rare in the were-cat world and highly valuable. Faythe balks at the idea of being held to the were-cat traditions, and wants to live her life, her way. She is currently serving a probation time of service to her father as one of his kick-booty enforcers. After that, whether she stays with the Pride or leaves, has yet to be decided. In the meantime, its up to Faythe and her fellow Enforcers to find out who is leaving a trail of male werecat bodies running through several states. This is a great world to visit, very exciting in how it still stands out compared to the many other paranormal series in print today. The cast of fellow Enforcers, made up of several brothers, and other young men, are endearing and only add to the book's enjoyment. Personally, I thought this book started slow. I was actually bored for a few minutes. When the action did pick up (more than 100 pages in) I was hooked for the remainder of the ride. Faythe is a very child-like heroine. She is spoiled and has tons of growing up to do. I hope to see her growth as the series progresses. I was disappointed when I found the huge cliffhanger at the end of the book. There is no way I can avoid waiting for the next one. Overall, I would recommend this one to anyone who read and enjoyed "Stray". I don't consider this to be able to stand-alone. Too many contributors to the plot came from the previous story.
A good read, which tied up some of the loose ends from 'Stray' the previous book. Rachel Vincent has created an authentic feeling world, with its prides of were cats and a main character who is both intelligent and childlike in her self-absorbtion. I shall definitely read the next book as I want to know what happens.
could not wait to get my hands on it. Which I did and was lucky enough to win a signed copy from Rachel. Now there was quite an ending in Rogue........I'm going to let you know that I can't wait for the next book to come out! But in the meantime, I'm going to finish reading books off of my list down to your right and be back with some more........
I loved this book! This author is amazing, I spend half of the book mentally yelling at Faythe for taking advantage of the kind of love every person would die to find. It had me on the edge of my seat more times than I could count. I could not believe that Marc would give up, after he had been fighting for so long to get her back. I could not believe that the end of this book left you on such a cliff. How can I wait for the next book to come out.
I want to love STRAY and ROGUE. Rachel Vincent builds an interesting world with both a caste system and gender bias. She portrays the werecats as they enter a time of change - where a stray might be adopted by a Pride, a girl might inherit, and the strays are tired of being pushed around. While I enjoy the world, I do not love the main characters. I do love some of the secondary characters. Jace, in particular, is a sweetie. I rooted for him in the first book. Faythe's mom is a BA disguised as June Cleaver, but Faythe is too self-absorbed to notice until the end of ROUGE. Luckily, Faythe become less self-absorbed throughout the story. Her personal growth could move a bit faster, but I saw evidence that she was beginning to think of the Pride first. Nothing in Marc's personality changed to make me like him better. Take this sentence: "I'd never known him to demand anything less than all of my attention, and I didn't recognize this polite, courteous behavior." There was a more alarming quote, but my bookmark failed to stay in place. Their relationship seems abusive to me. Not just on Marc's part, but on Faythe's as well. He flat out states he does not trust her. ROGUE is a paranormal romance. In my romance stories, I need the main couple to be in love. Marc and Faythe feel mutually dependent rather than loving to me. The mystery half of the plot - tracking down a killer of tomcats and kidnapper of strippers - felt like it was given equal weight, but the culprit was too obvious. Faythe shows her brain many times in the novel. With her mental faculty, she should have put the pieces together long before she did. On the other hand, I liked Manx. I wish she entered the novel earlier so she could have more screen time. I still plan to read PRIDE when it comes out. The action scenes are fantastic and Faythe could grow to be a strong heroine. But if Faythe shows little growth again, I might not stay for all six planned werecat novels.
Faythe is a bada$$. She is not one of those “all-talk” type bada$$es either. She is currently working as an enforcer for her pride. I love that her father is letting her. Given that there are so few female werecats, you would think he would keep her wrapped in bubble wrap at all times. Instead, she is chasing strays that have come into their territory or broken one of their rules. The reason I gave this book 4 stars and not 5 is simple. There is not really a lot of emotion. There are scenes that should be emotional but for some reason I never really feel it. I can’t really explain it better than that, but I will give it a shot. So Faythe has spent so long trying not to fit into the mold that the pride has made for her. In doing so, she has avoided expressing even a hint of weakness. Ok, I get that. Here is where we run into a problem. Since this story is told in the first person, by Faythe, we should get a look into the inner workings of her mind. But we don’t. We see the same person that she projects. I don’t care who you are or how sure of yourself you might be. There is no way that your inner thoughts don’t contain a few secrets that give hints to your deeper self. I did really like her interactions with her brothers. Those are some of my favorite moments of the series. As reviewed on KayFrayBooks