Friday 10 July 2009

URBAN FANTASY REVIEW: Succubus Heat - Richelle Mead


BOOK BLURB:

Georgina Kincaid has been a bad, bad succubus…

…which should be a good thing. But lately, thanks to her foul mood over breaking up with bestselling writer Seth Mortensen, she’s been so wicked that Seattle’s über-demon Jerome decides to 'outsource' Georgina to a rival - and have her spy for him in the process.

Being exiled to the frozen north - okay, Vancouver - and leaving Seth in the cosy clutches of his new girlfriend is unpleasant enough. Then Jerome is kidnapped, and all immortals under his control mysteriously lose their powers. One bright spot: with her life-sucking ability gone, there’s nothing to keep Georgina from getting down and dirty with Seth - nothing apart from his girlfriend that is. Now, as the supernatural population starts turning on itself, a newly mortal Georgina must rescue her boss and figure out who’s been playing them - or all hell will break loose…


REVIEW:

As a long term fan of Richelles Succubus series you can pretty much guarantee that when the latest novel lands it’ll be read pretty soon after. So with so much goodness (or evilness if you like) guaranteed I got all my goodies together for a marathon reading session. The writing as usual was constructed very well, the narrative addictive and above all flowed in such a way that you never knew how it was going to unfurl until the final page. What disappointed, however, was the marathon sex sessions of a the principle protagonista as the author appeared to channel Laurel K Hamilton which annoyed me to be honest as whilst you do expect a certain amount of sex within the novels they’ve never really been this descriptive before. I just hope that she learns from this and doesn’t fall into the dark territory that will lead her more to the literotica literature over the carefully constructed plot lines that have won her fans the world over.

1 comment:

Selestial said...

Hmmmm ... I saw Richelle Mead and said "Oooooo", but your comparison to LKH has me a teensy bit concerned. I don't mind descriptive sex (um ... at all), I just hope it isn't in Mead's book at the expense of plot. Please, please, please tell me there's still enough plot...