Quote-Tastic: Keep calm and carry on, Dahl.

Werewolf Sings the Blues

Midnight Magic Mystery, #2
Jennifer Harlow

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Date of Publication: March 1, 2014
Number of pages: 360
Cover Artist: Ellen Lawson & Mary Ann Lasher-Dodge

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The last thing Vivian needs is to be thrust into a werewolf war.

If Vivian Dahl's life had a soundtrack, every song would be the Blues. She's pushing thirty, her singing career is going nowhere, and the partying lifestyle is taking its toll. Plus, a mysterious man is stalking her. But when she's abducted from a singing gig, Vivian is surprised to see her stalker become her savior. Jason is her werewolf rescuer sent by the biological father who abandoned her as a baby. Finding herself on the run, Vivian drives across America with the enigmatic Jason and learns about the werewolf war her father's pack is caught in. Now that an opposing pack has targeted her, Jason will stop at nothing to make sure Vivian's song isn't cut short.

Quote: 
“What’s happening?” I ask. “What the hell is going on?”

The men finally remember I exist. “You need to come with us,” Donovan says.

“Wh—” Before I can ask another question, Donovan clamps down on my arm hard enough to bruise and yanks me toward the parking garage. “Ow, asshole! You’re hurting me!”

The Marshal ignores my protests, instead whipping out a cell phone and dialing. I glance back at Cooper, who grasps a gun in his hand. A gun. A motherfucking gun. My eyes bug out. What the hell is going on? “Yeah, sir. We got her,” Donovan says into his cell. He listens for a second. “He’s here too, just like you said.”

“Who is he? Where the hell are you taking me?” I ask.
“Shut up, bitch,” Donovan snaps.

The ferocity and rage in which he spews those words dials the warning bells inside my head up to eleven. This isn’t right. They aren’t right. Every one of my sharply honed survival instincts is telling me to flee. “Let me go,” I say as I try to jerk my arm away.

His grip tightens. “We’ll take care of him here,” Donovan continues to the person on the phone. “No other choice. If what you say is true, there’s no way in hell he’ll let us leave with her.”

“I said, let me the fuck go!” I shout as I’m dragged through the parking garage door. I glance around for help. Not a soul in sight.

Donovan squeezes me again so tight pain radiates down my bones like a shockwave. “I have to go, sir.” We cease walking, and Donovan puts away his cell.

“Listen, I know my rights. I’ve done nothing wr—”

Oh, fuck.

Donovan slips out his gun, shoving it right into my side. Strangely, the moment that hard muzzle begins to bruise my rib, calm washes through me as I become acutely aware of everything. The warm night air. The faint sound of tires and voices in the parking garage twenty yards away. The distance to the door and the approximate time it would take me to run there. Not faster than a bullet. Also scrolling through my head are the lessons from years of cardio kickboxing. Eyes, nose, groin, solar plexus, knees, feet are the sweet spots. The problem is only Jackie Chan can subdue two men with guns, and that’s only in the movies. Plus he never wears heels. Fear begins to creep in, but I slice it dead with a samurai sword. Keep calm and carry on, Dahl.

Musical Review: 

I am doing something different with the review for this book. Instead of doing a standard review, I put together some of the songs specifically mentioned during the book.  As Vivian was a singer and identified with blues, there are several mentions through out the book or songs to set moods and themes. I hope you enjoy. I gave this book 4 stars.

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