Yesterday a werewolf was murdered outside the Velvet, the night-time playground of one of the most powerful vampires in England. I’ve got a killer on the loose, a war on the horizon, and a scotch on the rocks. First rule in this line of business: don’t sleep with the client. My name’s Kate Kane, and when an eight-hundred-year-old vampire prince
- Title : Iron & Velvet (Kate Kane, Paranormal Investigator) (Volume 1)
- Author : Alexis Hall
- Rating : 4.56 (288 Vote)
- Publish : 2016-6-19
- Format : Paperback
- Pages : 256 Pages
- Asin : 162649049X
- Language : English
Yesterday a werewolf was murdered outside the Velvet, the night-time playground of one of the most powerful vampires in England. I’ve got a killer on the loose, a war on the horizon, and a scotch on the rocks. First rule in this line of business: don’t sleep with the client. My name’s Kate Kane, and when an eight-hundred-year-old vampire prince came to me with a case, I should have told her no. This time it could be me. Now half the monsters in London are at each other’s throats, and the other half are trying to get in my pants. You move too fast, you get in too deep, and before you know it, someone winds up dead. It always goes the same way. The Witch Queen will protect her own, the wolves are out for vengeance, and the vampires are out for, y’know, blood. BuI wanted this book and I was happy to find it on line discounted from what I would have paid retail locally.. Well known designer. I learned some interesting facts about the people and places who have been immortalized in the Metro, but I expected a lot more. For Wasserman, this is a departure from previous books. I really hate disliking an Alexis Hall book.. So MUCH with the metaphors! “I fell into her kisses, wine and roseleaves and a little drop of poison.” Take me, Jebus, I can’t take anymore! I don’t care if Julian’s hair is like feathers or her skin’s like pale marble – JUST HAVE SEX ALREADY.And then there was the info dumpage that I don’t even have the energy to quote. Much better, from my point of view, than the fictionalized version of his early life offered in “The Liar,” “Moab is my Washpot” is a wry confessional in which the author admits freely what a twat he is while at the same time making the reader (at least this one) want to hold him tightly and promise that everything will turn out all right.As an American, I barely knew who Stephen Fry
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