HELLO FRIENDS, HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING WELL! EARLIER I PUT UP MY REVIEW OF A BITTER TASTE OF SWEET OBLIVION, A CHANNELING MORPHEUS BOXED SET #6-10, NOW I HAVE CANINE, A CHANNELING MORPHEUS SHORT! I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE THIS ONE, I HAVE MY REVIEW, BUY LINKS, AN EXCERPT, AND AUTHOR BIO AND LINKS SO LET'S GET STARTED!
I LOVE THIS QUOTE FOR THIS BOOK! HERE IS MY REVIEW:
Canine (A Channeling Morpheus Short 10.2) by Jordan Castillo Price
reviewed by: Becky
What’s the difference between a faithful companion and a feral animal? Wild Bill suspects the line separating the two is shaky at best. Supposedly, Michael has been tamed, and he swears he gave up hunting. But when he comes home covered in blood and reeking of adrenaline, Bill fears Michael has crossed paths with another bloodsucker, and the urge to exterminate the vamp was too powerful to resist.
Michael doesn’t need to hunt vampires to stir up trouble. His run-in with threatening neighbors has left him baffled, demoralized, and teetering on the brink of yet another episode of depression. It tears Bill up inside to see Michael suffer—unfortunately, the sorrow also trips his most primal vamp triggers. Before he knows it, his own inner beast rears up, ravenous, insatiable, and ready to tear into the next thing that crosses his path…making him wonder if it was wishful thinking to hope that either of them had been successfully domesticated.
Oh wow! I should know by now that you can never predict what is going to happen in a book by this author! I love how you have an idea in your head and it is totally different from what actually happens! I love this author and that is one of many reasons why!
Wild Bill can tell something is wrong with Michael when he comes back and Bill wakes up from Vampire sleep, Bill hears what happened, and he tries to take Michael's mind off it the best way he knows how, (and it is hot, believe you me). When Michael goes to take a bath, Bill leaves to take care of things himself!
I won't give away spoilers, but I will say that you don't want to miss this short, it has everything you have come to expect from this author and more! Thank you Jordan, for continuing this series in perfect fashion!
the 5 box cutter rating :)
I LOVE THE BOX CUTTER RATING :), HERE ARE THE BUY LINKS:
It was barely dusk. Normally I’d take my time floating up, up, up through the syrupy grasp of vampire sleep, but instead I was already awake. Vamp senses are beyond keen. That doesn’t mean I pay attention to them every waking moment. Normally all the hypervivid sight, scent and hearing that’d drive a sane man over the edge are on standby, operating in the background. Not tonight. Tonight I heard the particular wheeze our pickup truck’s motor makes when you give it a rest. The rusted creak of the driver side door. Even the rasp of the worn leather soles of Michael’s motorcycle boots on still-hot concrete.
His gait alone probably would’ve tipped me off. Too heavy, too fast. But the main thing that tripped my trigger-line was his scent. He reeked of blood. And beneath that, tears.
If there’s one thing that stays the same, it’s that as soon as you get used to something, it goes and changes. I was fond of the abandoned eighties split-level we’d been squatting in the past two, three months. The bank that owned it was decent enough to leave the water hooked up—probably to keep the narrow strip of lawn out front greenish—and the walk-in closet where I holed up during the day was as big as some rooms we’d rented. But all the creature comforts in the world won’t do you any good if a pack of riled-up vampires is gunning for your head. We’d need to vamoose. Pronto. I’d drive like the devil ’til dawn, turn over the steering wheel to Michael and keep going until Sin City was nothing but a fading memory…and hope they didn’t have any Renfields on their team to chase us down after sunup.
I vaulted over the railing at the top of the staircase and came down with a clumsy, jingling clatter that knocked a photo off the wall. “How close are they?”
Whoever was in that viper pit you couldn’t resist poking. It was on the tip of my tongue, but my heightened vampire senses couldn’t help but notice that Michael’s adrenaline tang had already started fading…and the blood on his T-shirt wasn’t vampire blood. It wasn’t his, either. I would’ve known if it was.
Author and artist Jordan Castillo Price writes paranormal sci-fi thrillers colored by her time in the midwest, from inner city Chicago, to rural small town Wisconsin, to liberal Madison. Her influences include Ouija boards, Return of the Living Dead, "light as a feather, stiff as a board," and boys in eyeliner.
Jordan is best known as the author of the PsyCop series, an unfolding tale of paranormal mystery and suspense starring Victor Bayne, a gay medium who's plagued by ghostly visitations. Also check out her new series, Mnevermind, where memories are made...one client at a time.
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