My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Song: Monotone by Katy Rose
Meet Mac. Clueless 22 year old Georgian Belle. The biggest loves of her life are pink color, her blond hair, rainbows and her sister Alina.
Alina gets killed in Ireland and after only 3 weeks of investigation the case is closed as unsolved, and Mac travels there to give the piece of her mind to the local police. Then all this weird stuff starts happening and Mac is thrown in the middle of a supernatural tresure hunt. And she doesn’t even like anything paranormal, never mind believe in it, no sir.
Vampires? Eew. Dead. Enough said. Time-travel? Ha, give me creature comforts over a hulking highlander with the manners of a caveman any day. Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man who’s ruled by his inner dog? As if all men aren’t anyway, even without the lycanthrope gene.
I gotta agree with her on that last one.
We’re not dealing with any of that, though. Well, maybe a vampire (although it’s not confirmed), and I have my suspicions about maybe a werewolf (or some kind of were-something), no, we’re dealing with fairies.
No, not that fairy. More like something out of Resident Evil creature like fairy. Not something you’d want to give your tooth to, or anything at all, for that matter. Of course there are pretty ones as well, but they are royalty and anyway they can sex you to death, so who knows what’s worse.
When they’re done with a woman, she’s a mess. It gets in her blood. Unprotected Fae-sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woman for something she should never have had to begin with.
We meet one of those too – prince V’lan of the Seelie Court (Light Court, not to be mistaken for a good one). Every meeting with him leads to striptease and self loathing from Mac, but I kind of start to like the guy – he just can’t help himself. Oh, ah nothing happens in the sex department, I forgot to mention that.
So, everyone is just crazy, looking for this mythical book of dark spells, shisa-do, wich Alina in her massage to Mac, asked her to find before anyone else.
“No, wait – how do you spell it?”
“S-i-n-s-a-r,” he spelled.
“Sinsar?” I said it phonetically.
He shook his head. “Shi-sa. Shi-sa-du.”
“Oh, that makes great sense. And the ‘du?”
“Dubh is do?” I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn’t been able to find the stupid word. “Should I be calling pubs poos?”
Ireland, go fugure!
The thing is, Mac is not so normal herself. She’s a sidhe-seer (she-seer!) and sees through the glamour of Fae to what they really are. In this race to find the book and avenge her sister’s death, Mac is assisted, or rather exploited by Jericho Barrons. Mysterious owner of a book shop and all around asshole with some kind of powers, knowledge of almost everything and arrogance wich only rivals Mac’s stupidity. They try to adapt to each other, but just barely. He did paint her nails when she had her arm broken, so there’s a picture for you.
There’s just so much shovinizm in this book, that I just can’t help but to sympathize with Mac, trying to stand her ground. It’s a struggle, honey, I know, be strong. She would probably succumb to Barron’s “charm” at some point, but so far she’s smart at least about that. It’s actually fun to see how she manages to stumble through all of this mess around her.
Over and out.