The Leathers Express: BOOK REVIEW: Succubi Like It Hot

lunedì 9 maggio 2011

BOOK REVIEW: Succubi Like It Hot

Title: Succubi Like It Hot
Author: Jill Myles
Series: Succubus Diaries (Book Two)

Description:

NOBODY SAID SUCKING WAS EASY.

With a hot new figure, her dream job as an archaeologist, and two gorgeous boyfriends to scratch her seductive Itch — an angel and a vampire — Jackie Brighton is totally getting the hang of life as a succubus. Then she accidentally knocks the pizza guy unconscious with her touch. Great — she's cursed. After striking a deal to get the curse lifted by a crafty demon, Jackie and her best friend Remy take a road trip to deliver a cryptic message to the nation's oldest succubus. Unfortunately, neither of her jealous lovers is talking to Jackie right now, and due to the curse, she's desperate to get her Itch scratched very soon. Their journey gets weirder with every mile — demonic possession, a charming stalker, a cryptic warning — and when they get to New Orleans, Jackie discovers a dangerous catch to her supernatural bargain. Someone wants her dead — again. Can a brainy vixen in a miniskirt outsmart the forces of evil?

Review:

Don't know where to start... mmm...
It wasn't as amazing as the first book, but I liked it very much anyway!

Some times Noah and Zane's jealousy made me want to scream and strangle them... God, they're messed up badly, those two guys!
Other times I found them so sweet and lovely... Men, they're hot and sweet and caring... *delighted sigh*

Luc is a very creepy guy and obviously there was something weird about him from the beginbing... He was undoubtly hot, but creepy as hell!

Noah as always had me all sweet and hot for him... God, but I worship that fallen angel!

Zane, hot as hell, as usual, but... Well, Noah's always my favorite... Even though I'm loving Zane too, but I love Noah more than him.

***4 stars***

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My Favorite Quotes

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning. ("Forbidden" by Tabitha Suzuma)
In my dreams you will always stay, every breathing moment from now. For you I would fly, at least I would try. For you I'll take the last flight out. ("Last Flight Out" by Carroll Bryant)
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach." (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
"Chloe? It's me." After a pause, he added, "Derek," like I could mistake that deep rumble for anyone else, like I could mistake that little part of me that perked up like an eager puppy saying, "It's him. Quick! Go see what he wants." God, how had I been so blind? It seemed so obvious now. ("The Reckoning" by Kelley Armstrong)
"My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here." ("Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins)
Rolling my eyes, I again had to question why men had to be so stubborn. "Seriously, Auric, you do not want to mess with this thing." "I've dealt with demons before," he said, pulling out a sword from behind his kitchen counter. I had to admit being impressed–his sword was long, shiny, and hard. Wait, that didn't sound right. Needless to say, he had a big one; and judging by the way he moved it, he also knew how to use it. Damn, I was even hornier than before. ("Lucifer's Daughter" by Eve Langlais)
I pictured Cupid sitting in a crappy little bar, drunk and depressed, while he moaned to the bartender, "That Jasmine Parks, gods, she pisses me off! Did you see what she just did? Totally blew off this immortal stud to play kiss-the-boo-boo with a fickle little rent-a-cop. Why? 'Cause she's the biggest chickenshit on the planet! I'm ready to toss my bow and pick up a bazooka!" ("Once Bitten, Twice Shy" by Jennifer Rardin)
True love never dies. It simply makes your heart big enough to hold even more love. ("Once Bitten, Twice Shy" by Jennifer Rardin)
"Lucifer’s bouncing balls, Kitten, not again! You’re not a woman, you’re the Grim Reaper with red hair! Come on, Kitten, let’s go. Before you murder someone else." ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
This was a dream. A very bad, bad dream, brought on by liver poisoning from too many gin and tonics. Here it was, a deal with the devil. At what price my soul? He watched me expectantly and threateningly all at the same time. If I said no, I knew what would happen. Save the glass, waitress, I’m drinking from the bottle! Happy hour, with my neck on tap. If I said yes, I’d be agreeing to a partnership with pure evil. ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
I was thrown into a state of sheer, mindless panic. “It’s my mother!” I whispered fiercely, as if Bones hadn’t figured that out. “Holy shit, you have to hide!" I literally shoved him toward the bedroom, yelling, "I—I’ll be right there, I’m not dressed!" He went, but with none of my hysteria. "Kitten, you still haven’t told her? Blimey, what are you waiting for?" "The Second Coming of Christ!" I snapped, "And not a moment sooner! Here, in the closet!" ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood." ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, "Gotcha!" ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"MTV and video games have solved that problem as far as most of humanity goes. That, and telly, as it were." "Telly?" Who was that? He grunted in amusement. "Television, of course. Don’t you speak English?" "You sure don’t," I muttered. Shaking his head, he frowned at me. ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?" "In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up." ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon. I can only say that it was caused by my natural affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I'll be shagging her tonight, you can imagine how I'd be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling" "You shmuck! The only thing you'll be shagging tonight is yourself!" "You wanted sincerity, well, luv, I was sincere." ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"Look, don’t get me wrong. I worship the ground this guy walks on. I’m excited to meet him tonight. I’m dying to meet him tonight. If he wanted to carry me off and make me his love slave, I’d do it, so long as I got advance copies of his books." ("Succubus Blues" by Richelle Mead)
Say what you had to about Ethan, but the boy filled a library very, very well. Okay—arguably, that wasn’t the only thing he filled out well, but let’s stay on track. ("Twice Bitten" by Chloe Neill)
Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why... Let's just say friends are really better when they're fully clothed. ("The Reckoning" by Kelley Armstrong)
The clock struck eleven and Cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled hair, and a short dress. Yeah, it was a dirty job, but I was going to do it. Come one, come all, bloodsuckers! Bar’s open! ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"Good luck explaining to God that you used to spank one of his heavenly beings." Mom gave a startled laugh. "Sophie!" "What? You did. I hope you like hot weather, Mom, that's all I'm saying." ("Hex Hall" by Rachel Hawkins)
"Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?" Bones asked, getting back to the subject. "You to take me," she replied at once. "Not gonna happen!" I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand. ("Halfway to the Grave" by Jeaniene Frost)
"If Eric's a demon," I said slowly, "that makes you a..." "Rogue demon hunter." I blinked. "Lost in the Buffyverse, are we?" "That show was a real pain in my ass," he muttered. ("Dead Man Dating" by Lori Handeland)
"Well, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo." He pauses, seeing the blank look on my face and groaning when he says, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!" He shakes his head and laughs. "God, you make me feel old." ("Evermore" by Alyson Noel)
I'd accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once in a while, I slipped a little and kind of wished he would too. It'd have been nice to know that he still wanted me, that I still drove him crazy. Studying him now, I realized he might not ever slip because I didn't drive him crazy anymore. It was a depressing thought. ("Frostbite" by Richelle Mead)
You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love. ("Frostbite" by Richelle Mead)
I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled. It was one thing to accept that I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could. ("Frostbite" by Richelle Mead)
Well, that explained it, then. Secret demon hunter and thief. Man, did I know how to pick 'em! ("Demonglass" by Rachel Hawkins)
"Sophia Mercer," Elodie intoned, "we have come to induct you into our sisterhood. Say the five words to begin the ritual." I blinked at her. "Are you freaking kidding me?" Anna gave an exasperated sigh. "No, the five words are 'I accept your offer, sisters.'" ("Hex Hall" by Rachel Hawkins)
God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones. ("Succubus Shadows" by Richelle Mead)
How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far? ("Colin Preston Rocked and Rolled" by Bert Murray)

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BOOK REVIEW: Succubi Like It Hot

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