Spellbound by Kathleen Nance
This one is more southbound than anything else, really.
This one is more southbound than anything else, really.
This one takes some risks and lacks the formulaic whine-o-ramas of typical vampire romances, so yay indeed.
A vampire slayer who exudes pheromones to make male vampires horny. Wait, what?
An interesting premise and canon translate to a flawed execution
Not much magic here. This one is too faithful in being like every other romance of its kind.
More like a haven for plot lice.
Once again, the women are the weakest – and most annoying – link.
The brain can short-circuit while reading this hot mess.
The main characters are the dullest thing in this otherwise interesting werewolf-vampire romp.
I have no idea what genetic experimentation has to do with the stories.