My ARC review of Storm's Heart by Thea Harrison is up at WLP! join me!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
My ARC review of Storm's Heart by Thea Harrison is up at WLP! join me!
A hired gunslinger, William Jessup Brady lived his life with one foot in the grave. He believed that every life had a price. Until the day when he finally found a reason to live. In one single act of brutal betrayal, he lost everything, including his life. Brought back by a Greek goddess to be one of her Dark-Hunters, he gave his immortal soul for vengeance and swore he’d spend eternity protecting the humans he’d once considered prey.
Orphaned as a toddler, Abigail Yager was taken in by a family of vampires and raised on one belief- Dark-Hunters are the evil who prey on both their people and mankind, and they must all be destroyed. While protecting her adoptive race, she has spent her life eliminating the Dark-Hunters and training for the day when she meets the man who killed her family: Jess Brady.
A gun in the hand is worth two in the holster...
Jess has been charged with finding and terminating the creature who’s assassinating Dark-Hunters. The last thing he expects to find is a human face behind the killings, but when that face bears a striking resemblance to the one who murdered him centuries ago, he knows something evil is going on. He also knows he’s not the one who killed her parents. But Abigail refuses to believe the truth and is determined to see him dead once and for all.
Brought together by an angry god and chased by ancient enemies out to kill them both, they must find a way to overcome their mutual hatred or watch as one of the darkest of powers rises and kills both the races they’ve sworn to protect.
Jane wakes, weeks later, to discover that she's not the only thing that's been stirring. Something underneath Rockabill is coming to life: something ancient, something powerful, and something that just might destroy the world.
Jane and her friends must act, striking out on a quest that only Jane can finish. For whatever lurks beneath the Old Sow must be stopped...and Jane's just the halfling for the job.
Sirantha Jax has the right genes—ones that enable her to “jump” faster-than-light ships through grimspace. But it’s also in her genetic makeup to go it alone. It’s a character trait that has gotten her into—and out of—hot water time and time again, but now she’s caused one of the most horrific events in military history…
During the war against murderous, flesh-eating aliens, Sirantha went AWOL and shifted grimspace beacons to keep the enemy from invading humanity’s homeworld. The cost of her actions: the destruction of modern interstellar travel—and the lives of six hundred Conglomerate soldiers.
Accused of dereliction of duty, desertion, mass murder, and high treason, Sirantha is on trial for her life. And only time will tell if she’s one of the Conglomerate’s greatest heroes—or most infamous
Rule number one? Trust no one.
But when a friend's daughter goes missing, Liv is bound by a potent magical oath. She can't rest until the child is safe.
And that means trusting her dangerous ex, Cam.
A sinister prophecy tells that she and Cam will be the death of each other, yet Liv's tired of being a slave to destiny. She's ready to play the forces controlling her world at their own game.
No matter the cost.
Posted by Pamela at 2:05 AM
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thank you so much, everyone who has sent me well wishes. There was a lot of fun in being able to whine and stuff on Twitter. I hope I didn't gross anyone out too badly. Being able to share your battle scars is pretty cool :P
And without further ado... HERE IS MY HOT MESS OF A FOOT!
Posted by Pamela at 6:35 PM
Thursday, July 21, 2011
“All your Taye are belong to me?” - Gillie pg. 265
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Xrays of Arthrotomy of big left toe, a set on Flickr of the 4 X-ray images the surgeon sent me home with on 7/12/11.
The first night, Tuesday, the nerve blockers the anesthesiologist had administered prior to surgery were still in my system, so I was just numb for the rest of the day and was able to fall asleep several times that night. Around 3 PM the following afternoon I had noticed a huge change in how much feeling I had to the area. This time when I sat up to make my way to the bathroom on crutches, the blood rushed to the foot at once and it felt like my foot had exploded. To me, it felt as though I had stepped on a land-mine and my foot was mangled. Not being able to see it did nothing to damper the image, if anything in contributed to the discomfort psychologically.
By 11 PM that night I had uncontrollable tears streaming down my face, I was in agony. It's like every nerve in my foot flipped "on" at once, and realized my foot had been violently altered. I'd taken all the prescribed pain medication and was high as a kite, yet it still wasn't enough to completely dull the excruciating pain I felt. M held my hand and let me squeeze it as the waves ebbed and flowed, and somehow ended up feeding me sour patch kids to try to give me something else to focus on. The yellow ones were the sharpest, and it became my favorite because it tore my brain away from the pain the most. I pushed on and made it through the night. By the following morning I believe I'd experienced the peak and was through the worst of it.
It's now Sunday, Day 6 of the procedure and recovery. The pain is still very bad, but at least it is manageable with heavy narcotics. I am having to embrace so many things not in any of my comfort zones. I hate being this dependent on someone else for everything - I cannot do anything for myself if it involves using my legs at all. I hate being this sedentary/inactive. I am bored out of my mind, and the pain pills make me really dumb so I can't even read. So please send me strong healing vibes so I can get on up and moving soon! I am ready to start feeling no pain, so I can use the foot and work with the PT on exercises to strengthen it. I can't move on to fixing my knee until that happens. Then hopefully my leg will be indestructible. Or at least hopefully I won't be hobbling by the time I reach 50. I like that hope very much!
Posted by Pamela at 12:49 AM
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
"Oh, holy Whore of Babylon." - Arcadia Bell
Arcadia Bell is the bartender and co-owner of Tambuku Tiki Lounge in Morella, California that caters to Earthbound preternaturals. She has been using her "Arcadia" alias and has been in hiding for seven years, after her parents were charged with the deaths of three rival occultists, then faked their deaths. She has not seen them since, but after catching a special news alert one night while she's working, she discovers they've been spotted on camera in Dallas. The word is out... they are alive, and (as we already know) their daughter probably is too. Release the hounds! Arcadia's rival order, The Luxe, wants her parents brought in for justice against one of their own. If they cannot be delivered, then it is Arcadia they want in their stead. The time is ticking down for Arcadia to locate the demon that was present at all four murders and to bind it so that it can deliver the truth of who committed these murders.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Resurrected by his immortal brothers, Lokan is still trapped in purgatory. He has no way to contact his family. He has no answers. In order to find the truth about his death and who killed him, he must escape his prison. And there's only one way out: through the twelve gates of his eternal enemy, Osiris. But Lokan has help. Bryn Carr, the woman who duped him once before, is his beautiful yet unwanted guide. She's been sent by his brothers to aid him. She's his last hope. Lokan must place his fate—and that of the mortal and immortal worlds—in the hands of the one woman he can never trust.
Reporter Lexie Nolan has a nose for news-and she believes a serial killer has been targeting teen girls around Savannah, but no one believes her. So she turns to the new paranormal detective agency and the sexy, mysterious Aidan for help. But just as the two begin forging a relationship, the case turns eerily personal for Lexie-and Aidan discovers that maybe he hasn't lost the ability to feel after all.
Among the most powerful of the Order is Sorcha, now thrust into partnership with the novice Deacon, Merrick Chambers. They have been dispatched to the isolated village of Ulrich to aide the Priory with a surge of violent geist activity. With them is Raed Rossin, Pretender to the throne that Sorcha is sworn to protect, and bearer of a terrible curse.
But what greets them in the strange settlement is something far more predatory and more horrifying than any mere haunting. And as she uncovers a tradition of twisted rituals passed down through the dark reaches of history, Sorcha will be forced to reconsider everything she thinks she knows.
And if she makes it out of Ulrich alive, what in Hell is she returning to?
As if complicated vampire politics and a rising music career weren’t enough, an enigmatic but powerful force from David’s past appears, leaving a wake of chaos and uncertainty for the Pair’s fledgling relationship. Miranda begins to realize how little she really knows about her husband. But when an assassin begins targeting her friends and allies, the Pair must track down the killer, even as their lives hang in the balance…
Posted by Pamela at 1:53 PM
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
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Sunday, July 3, 2011
Black Heart Loa is the much-anticipated second book in Adrian Phoenix's Hoodoo series, and picks up immediately where Black Dust Mambo ends, with the characters sitting in Divinity's living room. Kallie Riveiére is a Hoodoo, meaning she handles juju and potions and medicines. Her best friend Belladonna is a mambo-in-training. Kallie's aunt Divinity is also her hoodoo teacher and sits near the real Gabrielle LaRue who is a mambo, or voodoo priestess, and deals with the loas. Kallie is doing a reading of her cards trying to locate her cousin Jackson, because it is clear he and his dog have been kidnapped. Abruptly, two men in ski masks break in to her aunt's home with a shotgun, demanding to know where Jackson has hidden their money. Continue reading...