Saturday, 31 March 2018
Review: Burn For Me by Ilona Andrews
Nevada Baylor is faced with the most challenging case of her detective career—a suicide mission to bring in a suspect in a volatile case. Nevada isn’t sure she has the chops. Her quarry is a Prime, the highest rank of magic user, who can set anyone and anything on fire.
Then she’s kidnapped by Connor “Mad” Rogan—a darkly tempting billionaire with equally devastating powers. Torn between wanting to run or surrender to their overwhelming attraction, Nevada must join forces with Rogan to stay alive.
Rogan’s after the same target, so he needs Nevada. But she’s getting under his skin, making him care about someone other than himself for a change. And, as Rogan has learned, love can be as perilous as death, especially in the magic world.
The story in this book is wrapped up but there is an over arching plot just taking off so not all ends are tied off and tucked away.
This was labelled paranormal romance but it isn't paranormal romance. It's more Urban Fantasy, so while there is a nice bit of romance it isn't resolved in this book.
I'd describe the ending of this book as a happy for now not happy ever after.
This writing duo can do no wrong for me. I'll read anything and everything they write and I can guarantee you I'll enjoy it.
How many authors can you say that about? And this book wasn't just enjoyable, it was freaking awesome!
Burn For Me introduced a new fantasy world for us to live in, gave us a cadre of new and interesting characters to adore and the potential for a fantastic romance which started slow burning in this one but you just know is going to explode in later books.
The book was funny, full of heart, passion and danger.
I couldn't put it down and when I finished it I wanted to go straight back to the start and read it all over again.
Thankfully, I was able to jump straight onto the next one.
I'm very much in the 'meh' camp with this cover. It's... Cheesy. The book isn't cheesy. It isn't a bodice ripper, it's kick ass, so why did they need to make the cover look like a bodice ripper? The only good thing is that at least Nevada isn't fainting in the muscle man's arms.
“Oh. So the best way to fight you is to strip naked and attack?"
His eyes flashed with a wicked light. "Yes. You should try it and see what happens.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Grandma Frida asked.
I put my hand over my face.
“No,” Mad Rogan said.
“A boyfriend?” Grandma Frida asked.
“What about . . .”
“No,” Mom and I said in unison.
“But you don’t even know what I wanted to ask!”
“No,” we said again together.
“Party poopers.” Grandma shrugged.
“Can you turn so you’re not pressed against me?”
“I could,” he said, his voice amused. “But then you would have to lie on top of me.”
My brain said, “NO.” My body went, “Wheee!”
“They say a hundred-and-thirty-pound woman has no chance against an athletic two-hundred-pound man. That's a lie. You just have to make the decision to hurt him and then do it.”