I recently had the opportunity to read the tenth novel in a series of supernatural romances. I was instantly intrigued by the premise: an angel of death falls in love with one of the undead. The angel, Marielle, has been stripped of her wings and cast down from heaven for her disobedience. She meets a rakish, kilt-wearing Scottish vampire named Connor. (I realize I just lost at least half of you to Amazon or your nearest bookstore.)
I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to follow the storyline as I hadn't read the previous nine books. It wasn't a problem whatsoever. The characters were instantly likable and engaging; the setting familiar, yet unique. The typical vampire lore was there, but included a few uncommon twists. The Undead worked hand-in-hand with werewolves and shape-shifters. Not only were there werewolves, but werepanthers, tigers and bears, oh my!
As for the main characters, Marielle the angel is so adorable I want to carry her around in my pocket. She still retains some of her powers as a Deliverer, or angel of death. Her touch will kill any mortal. Ergo, the only beings she can safely make physical contact with are ones who are already dead. It's a match made in... somewhere south of heaven for the angel and vampire yearning for redemption.
The Undead Scotsman, Connor, could do nothing other than walk around in a kilt all night and I would still like his character. He has a painful history that he keeps hidden from the world. Unfortunately for Connor, Marielle can see into his soul when she touches him. It's an interesting commentary on contrition, redemption and the weaknesses that bind the human race.
All in all, this book was a fun read and a nice way to pass the time while we wait for more Breaking Dawn pictures to be leaked. It does have some mature themes as Connor must teach Marielle all about her new human body. Ahem.
Here's the official summary:
Did I mention he wears a kilt?
Nothing on earth can make this vampire fall in love . . .
After 499 years of existence, Connor Buchanan has arrived at an inescapable conclusion: he is a cold-hearted SOB. He's been watching his friends—those poor romantic fools—plummet off the cliff into love like a dazed herd of sheep. But not Connor. He knows that love leads to nothing but heartache.
Until Marielle . . .
She is an angel cast down from heaven for disobedience. Trapped in mortal form, she finds a protector in Connor, a Scottish vampire haunted by a dark past. Marielle hopes to heal his broken heart and earn her way back home, but suddenly she has these . . . feelings. This strange yet pleasant physical yearning—for a vampire! Is this the work of a demon luring her into hell, or has this angel found heavenly bliss?
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