Hunting the Demon
So, this one doesn’t suck. And considering the many, many, many fantasy and paranormal romances out there these days, that’s almost a recommendation.
I didn’t read the first book in this series, but the info-dump the author helpfully provides in the first few chapters made that a non-issue. The key points here are that demons are real and, practically enough these days, are organized into something called the Sons of Darkness. The good guys – a rag tag collection of warriors who are half-demon themselves – are the Realm of Light.
Anyway, our heroine is one Shay Pearson and, as a demon hunter, she is assigned to determine whether Nic Diavolo is a good guy or a bad guy. See, Nic’s brother (only Nic doesn’t know it) is a good guy and their now dead father was a very, very bad guy and Nic is apparently destined for some kind of leadership role in the Sons of Darkness. Only Nic doesn’t know that either.
Nic, hot Australian rich boy and surfer, has been plagued by dreams of clawed creatures with red eyes worshipping him (I hate it when that happens) just about the time he meets sexy Shay on the beach. He brings her home and they come close to doing the deed but then Nic gets freaked out at the intensity of the connection he feels to Shay. Long story short, she and her warrior buddies end up kidnapping Nic to try to determine once and for all just what side he’s on.
Honestly, there just isn’t a lot more to say. This book is a workmanlike telling of a story that just doesn’t feel terribly original or out of the ordinary. But, once again, considering that so many of the woo-woo romances glutting the market these days aren’t even workmanlike, that isn’t too bad. The characters, if not totally three-dimensional, also don’t feel too clichéd.
Oh, and would you be surprised if I told you that there is a big, gaping hole at the end of this story, assuring salivating fans that there will, indeed, be a sequel? I thought not.
Bottom line is that I just can’t get too worked up over the lack of quality on the one hand or excited about good storytelling on the other. And if my 400 word review hasn’t already made my non-reaction clear, I think I can sum up my feelings with an all too appropriate Internet-ism: Meh.