BLOOD MOON

Author: Dawn Thompson ISBN: 0505526808 3/2007 PARANORMAL/HISTORICAL Publisher: DORCHESTER
Time Period: Regency 1811

THEIR DARK CURSE Jon Hyde-White was changed. Neither his horse nor his dog trusted him any longer, and with good cause; the transformation was almost complete. Soon he would cease to be an earl's second son and become a ravening monster. Already lust grew, begging him to drink, to devour, to swallow in great gulps hot blood from every opalescent neck—and the blood of his fiance, Cassandra Thorpe, would be sweetest of all. Was that not why they were chosen? Was that not why the blasphemous creature Sebastian burst upon them from the London shadows? But Sebastian's evil task remained incomplete, and neither Jon not Cassandra was beyond hope. She still smelled of meadowsweet and lilies, and he still believed in Heaven. One chance remained—in faraway Moldovia, in a secret brotherhood, in an ancient ritual and the power of love and the...BLOOD MOON

RRAH's THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS:

"If you can't say something nice..."

Well, that old adage won't work here because I have to say something in a review, and unfortunately, it sure isn't nice.

I do not like BLOOD MOON at all. Sorry, but if I had paid for this one, I might try to get my money back. I read a plethora of paranormals, and so admit that the lack of fresh ideas coming through has warped my judgment and made me harder to please. But this book is just hokey and repetitive. The entire book is spent with an "infected" vampire couple that flees England in search of a cure for their disease and end up in Moldavia, the home of the master vamp, Sebastian, that preyed upon them. Every night, Sebastian tries to kill the hero by using the blood-crazy heroine, and every night they somehow escape with their gypsy guide. Oh, and lesser vampire minions knock on the door to the abandoned cottage the couple takes shelter in, and also report to Sebastian any plot the couple has to destroy him. That's it, folks. Well, except for the most annoying part of all—the repeated, repeated scenes. If I have to read another sentence that features the phrase "needs must" or "honeyed tresses, locks, hair" or whatever, I promise I will scream. I cannot imagine an editor not noticing how often and tired those particular descriptions are in this book. I actually counted them after awhile. You know, like counting ceiling tiles when you are bored.

Well, call me jaded, close minded or whatever. Just don't call me to read the sequel to BLOOD MOON.

Shannon Johnson