The Leathers Express: BOOK REVIEW: Never Bite A Boy On The First Date

venerdì 19 ottobre 2012

BOOK REVIEW: Never Bite A Boy On The First Date

Title: Never Bite A Boy On The First Date

Author: Tamara Summers

Description:

Newly turned vampire Kira has earned a reputation for breaking the rules. So when a student is murdered at her high school, via fang-bite, all fingers point to Kira. But she swears she had nothing to do with it! In order to prove her innocence she has to show her family that there’s another vampire in town. She’s pretty sure it’s one of three new guys who’ve moved in recently—so she goes about dating them all. Dating three cute boys may be fun, but which one is the murdering vampire? And what if he’s the boy she’s falling for...?

Review:

It got it all. Murder, suspence, mystery, romance, blood, hotties, a kickass heroine, a creepy villain etc etc..

I wasn't sure I would have liked this book when I started it, but I'm glad of having been wrong for once. It was a very good read. And I couldn't put it down. It was a shame only that it was a little short. I finished it in just about 8 hours.

I liked Kira a lot. She's funny, determined, sunny, strong, brave. A real kickass heroine.
Daniel and Milo... Ahh, the two hotties of the story! Very hot and sexy! And so romantic at times! Swoony!
My favorite though was Milo, even after his revelation. That was a shame. I guess I teamed for him. So sweet and sexy!
Rowen... he was kind of scary. And weird. And then I got to know the reason. I wouldn't have imagined! That was a surprise!
Zach... very creepy. He was just totally insane. To say the least.
But you'll see. You've got to read it!
You'll find yourself trying to understand who's the murderer and will suspect anyone, wanting to solve the mystery.

***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: Never Bite A Boy On The First Date

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