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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Goddess with a Blade by Lauren Dane

Lauren Dane has very quickly snuck her way into my retinue of favourite favourite authors this last week. but when I read Goddess with a Blade last night the deal was sealed. Lauren Dane is now a firm favourite and I am quite looking forward to wading through all the books of hers I have yet to read.

The one thing I adore most in a book is a strong female character. Especially one that can kick ass and dole out major attitude at the same time. Rowan has all that and more in spades and I can honestly say that she has become my new all time favourite female literary hero (Yay Acheron finally has a worthy equal)
I honestly do not know where to begin in explaining how much I enjoyed this book because I am still in that zone where I am wallowing in wonderful book afterglow where I just want to gush about all the awesome final scenes that I loved so much and would just be too spoilerish for public consumption. So I will just leave off with this: If you love paranormal romance with very hot an steamy scenes, liberal amounts of yummy sexual tension, kickass characters with just a hint of vulnerability peeking through then you will love this book as much as I did.
I am going to go the unusual route of adding the prologue that never made the final cut of the book. Snagged from Lauren Danes site here

Rhythmic, Rowan’s hand smoothed the stone over the edge of the sword. Over and over. The sound slithered down her spine, gathered in her teeth. The scent of the oil she’d use when done wafted up from the soft cloth on the table nearby.
Out the window the lights of the Strip illuminated the velvet dark, but not the souls of those who wandered the streets in a happy haze. Then again, she wasn’t in the soul saving business.
Satisfied when she dropped a strand of hair over the sword edge and it sliced effortlessly, she oiled the blade and sheathed it carefully.
She laced her boots and stood. In an economic motion, she grabbed the blade and sheath and strapped them to her back. The rig was custom made and fit her perfectly. It sat against her spine, unobtrusive enough that most people didn’t see it as she made her way through the city. If they saw it, it was usually too late for them anyway.
What most people did see was a redhead who stood at just six feet. Wary brown eyes and a hard set mouth. They definitely saw her body. Tall and battle hard, her frame attracted many an eye to the voluptuous curves and the long-as-sin legs. She wasn’t beautiful. Not by general standards. Her features weren’t perfect or symmetrical and freckles scattered over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. But there was something magnetic about her just the same. Something that made people look twice and want to know her.
Rowan knew it was the blood in her veins. Blood not only running in her maternal line. Blood descended from the Celtic triple goddess Brigid, whose sacred tree was the inspiration for Rowan’s name. The goddess who manifested herself through Rowan’s body and soul. But also her father’s blood. It made her minor royalty and connected her to the Vampire Nation tracing back thousands of years. Blood that made her intelligent, calculating, and cruel when she needed to be. And bent on revenge.
She turned to look in the mirror. The skirt was damned short but would serve as a fine distraction. The wristbands she wore stored garrote wire. Her belt had small phials of holy water. Most importantly, her blade was created on a sacred forge with blessed steel and bore the holy cross along its edge. Her blade was made to kill Vampires. Just like she was.
It was time to hunt.


Poppet Author said...

That's a very good review - now I know that book is hot :)

Thanks TL for another fab review!


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