The Mad Read-a-Thon (MRAT) continues going strong. I have just finished Feverborn and now here are the next contestants up:
Narciuss in Chains by Laurell K. Hamilton:
Laurell K. Hamilton, author of the New York Times bestseller A Kiss of Shadows, returns to the series that started it all. Narcissus in Chains, the tenth installment in the ever-popular Anita Blake series, finds everyone’s favorite vampire hunter back on her home turf and delving into the heart of human—and non-human—darkness.
Men are men. Jean Claude and Richard are each something else entirely. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, torn between them, has been avoiding both vampire and werewolf for months. But when a kidnapper targets innocents she has sworn to protect, Anita turns to them for help, which will require harnessing both their powers—and their hungers…
Six months of celibacy have made Anita crave the two men in her life like never before. But merging their powers together will give this mortal woman a taste of immortal hunger that she’ll never be able to forget.
The tenth book in the Anita Blake Series and I am reading this only because there is no audible for books 10-16 and I am in love with this series. These series are a little bit of everything from romance, creepiness, fantasy, and thriller. I am excited to read more.
Thirty by M. Sydnor Jr.:
The second book is written by a friend of mine. This is a short story I can get in while reading the Anita Blake series. I love the cover of this book and I am intrigued to read the finished product. The blurb enough drew me in.
There is no escaping the inevitable. Age comes for us all. In the shape of fruition or the form of darkness. Shala woke up to darkness. Thirty years came too fast, she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t prepared, and life was winning. She didn’t want to celebrate or party but everyone around her wanted to revel. Joy surrounded her but she saw thirty as the murderer of her youth. It was hard to accept.
The eve of her thirtieth year was a blur, but a beautiful distortion that eventually consumed her reality. It wasn’t the birthday that had her feeling good, it was the stranger. And that beautiful stranger was more important than the party. More important than the stresses of her evil neighbors and their wicked pets. More important than thirty. But was this strange love strong enough to forget about the missing boyfriend?