My life had always been blissfully, wonderfully normal. But it only took one
moment to change everything. Suddenly, my sister, Georgia, and I were moving to Paris to live with my grandparents. And I knew my life would never feel normal again. Then I met Vincent.
Mysterious, sexy, and unnervingly charming, he put me in danger of losing my heart all over again. But I was ready to let it happen . . . until I realized that Vincent Delacroix is no normal human--that he has a terrifying destiny and enemies who are determined to destroy him and all of his kind.
Can I risk everything for love?
The Review
3 Stars
The book was very low and I found myself putting the book down
to read a different book. That is something you do not want to happen. Ever. But
it was necessary for this book. It was annoying and because of it I couldn’t really
get into it. Throughout the whole book I wasn’t sharing a connection with the
main character Kate. Speaking of Kate she was a horrible main character. She
was so whiny and at the beginning we see her mourning the loss of her parents
and then we never here about her parents again. It just seemed odd. If your parents
died don’t you think you’d feel the loss for a really long time? You would
think. Wouldn’t you? Well Kate didn’t. And her love interest Vincent seemed a
little too good to be true. He wasn’t even a strong romantic partner. No he wasn’t.
If I had to choose someone for Kate I would’ve picked Jules because he’s fun
and he’ll bring light to counteract her darkness. But the author decided that
Vincent was going to be a good love interest. Well she was way off the mark
because he’s not even close to being a good love interest. Ms. Plum should
model Vincent after Jules then we would have an interesting romance going on. Then
there’s the action. It would appear that the only thing rushed about this book
was the action and fighting. It’s like why put in the action if there’s A.) Not
going to be enough and B.) If it’s going to be rushed. If Ms. Plum would’ve put
more action and make the action not rushed, this would be a very different
review. But she didn’t and now she has forced us, her readers, to deal with the
fallout, a book that is somewhat boring.
A motion at the top
of the bridge drew my eyes up from the water’s moonlit surface, where I had
been watching for any trace of the girl. The man who had been trying to coax
her down was now standing on the edge of the bridge, his widespread arms transforming
his body into the shape of a cross as he threw himself powerfully forward. Time
seem to stop as he hovered in midair like a giant bird of prey between the
bridge and the black surface of the water.
And in that split second, a
streetlight by the water’s edge flashed across his face. Recognition jolted
through me. It was the boy from the Café Sainte- Lucie.
What in the world was he doing here,
trying to talk a teenage girl out of a suicide attempt? Did he know her? Or was
he just a passerby who decided to get involved?
His body sliced cleanly through the
surface of the water and disappeared from view.
A shout erupted from underneath the
bridge, and crouching silhouettes appeared in the murky blackness of the
tunnel. “What the—!” Georgia exclaimed. She was interrupted by a flash of light
and a sharp clanging of metal as two figures began to emerge from the darkness.
Swords. They were sword fighting.
Georgia and I seemed to remember at
the same moment that we had legs, and began sprinting back toward the stairway
we had come from. Before we could reach it, a man’s form materialized from the
darkness. I didn’t have time to scream before he caught me by the shoulders to
stop me from mowing him down. Georgia froze in her tracks.
“Good evening, ladies,” came a
smooth baritone voice.
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