BOOK REVIEW - HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS by JEANIENE FROST - NIGHT HUNTRESS # 6.5 - NOVELLA

By: Jeaniene Frost
Published By : William Morrow, Harper Collins
Released : Available Now
Details : Hardcover from library, 153 Pages

RATING : 4.5 BONES & IAN STARS!!

Book Blurb : Taken From Goodreads

It's "Home for the Holidays" in Jeaniene Frost's Night Huntress series. Cat and Bones may long to wrap presents and set up a tree, but this Christmas, an evil vampire and long-buried family secrets will threaten to take a bite out of their holiday cheer.

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle :

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS # 6.5

I am working my way through The Night Huntress novellas and outtakes, my little fixes before I get another book in the series to read.

Bones and Cat are that addictive!!

I loved this 153 page read. I could quite easily have seen this story as a full blown book.

A relative comes to visit and all is a bit squiffy. Ian is absolutely t-shirt worthy in this novella. Ian has slowly been creeping into my t-shirt hemisphere. He is so blunt and honest about how he feels about a situation. He is a real keeper..... such a smart pants, I have a big crush on him.

This is the second time Jeaniene has paired Ian and Cat up in a humorous and this time, a little lusty , scene. All in the name of good, although I can’t help thinking Ian is enjoying himself a little too much.

This novella mixes, demons, lust, love, a birthday party, of course the uber smexi moments between Bones and Cat * fans one self* and a little mystery/puzzle that needs to be solved to save the ones they love.

The next spinoff is ‘Night Prince # 1’ , Vlad and Leila’s story, titled ‘Once Burned’ , due for release 26th June 2012. Vlad is a fave of mine, so I am looking forward to his book.

FAVE QUOTES:

He unzipped his pants and tugged them down. I whirled just in time, barking, “ I don’t care what you think, your junk does not have special abilities. And I already heard about the piercing,” over my shoulder.


“ That’s not what I wanted to show you,” he replied in an implacable voice. “Now stop being a twit and look.”

“This better not be one of your sick jokes,” I muttered, turning around. Thankfully , the first thing I saw wasn’t Ian waggling Mr One Eye at me, though he didn’t seem concerned that his hand didn’t totally conceal the flesh behind it.



“Wow,” I whispered.

He grunted. “If I had a pound for every time a girl said that while in your position.”

HA!

Michelle