Author: Stacia Kane
Rating: 4.5 stars
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Blurb: Karen Marie Moning raves that Stacia Kane “delivers dark, sexy urban fantasy at its finest.” Now Kane introduces her most addictive antihero yet: a Las Vegas PI who makes his own luck—and embodies everything that’s oh-so-right with Sin City.
A lot of bad hands get dealt in Vegas, but E. L. Speare may be holding one of the worst: He’s cursed with the need to commit sins, and if he misses his daily quota, there’s hell to pay—literally. Fortunately, his hometown affords him plenty of chances to behave badly.
But Speare’s newest case really has him going out on a limb. The right-hand man of a notorious crime boss has been found dead in a Dumpster—minus his right hand, not to mention the rest of his arm. What catches Speare’s attention, however, is that the missing appendage was severed clean by a demon-sword, a frighteningly powerful tool of the underworld.
Speare’s out of his element, so he turns to a specialist: Ardeth Coyle, master thief, dealer in occult artifacts, and bona fide temptress. Ardeth’s hotter than a Las Vegas sidewalk on the Fourth of July, but she’s one sin Speare has to resist.
The dismembered corpses are piling up, unimaginable evil lurks in the shadows, and if this odd couple hopes to beat the odds, Speare needs to keep his hands off Ardeth, and his head in the game.
Review: Yikes. I mean, this book seriously messed with my head. I’ve read lots of mystery and espionage and a fair amount of urban suspense, and this book walked me past my comfort zone and made me feel all kinds of sad, mad and glad. The Feelz, they were all over the place.
I didn’t really get into this story until the female character came in. She was intriguing and believable, and the thought of their romance and of Speare’s having something to lose heightened the suspense for me. It also made me realize what Speare was dealing with, and it made me ache to see him having to sacrifice so much. And it killed me when he realized why he was the way he was.
If you like urban suspense with a twist, this book has it in spades. And while it might start off slow and gentle, it silently crawls under your skin and haunts your dreams. I know I’ll be thinking about it.
Please write a sequel, Stacia, I’m worried about Elvis.