Book Review: Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

One of the first authors to "reach out" to this fumbling scribe through miles and miles of internet was paranormal romancer, Jeaniene Frost. She single handedly opened up a whole new world of distractions by inviting me into the Fangs, Fur and Fey fold (what? Too many F-words? Hang on). So, you can imagine, I was itching to get ahold of her debut novel, Halfway to the Grave.

Let's open it, shall we?

Cat Crawford, Frost's heroine, is a half-vampire with an itchy trigger finger (or knife throwing response) and a mouthful of saucy barbs. She's made it her life's work to rid the world of the bloodsucking vermin of the sort that raped her mother. Vermin like Bones, a vampire mercenary. He of the rapacious good looks and strong jaw--the better to bite you with, my dear. When the two are forced to team up to fight a crew of vamps, the brimstone flies, and so do the panties.

To say that Frost's novel is sexy is an understatement, but it's also a fantastic urban fantasy with hyperviolent action sequences that'll have you flippin' through the pages like you just found your parent's file on your secret adoption.

Halfway to the Grave may be the first Paranormal Romance I've intentionally read, but it won't be the last; I'll be looking forward to Frost's sequel, One Foot in the Grave. The book is in stores on Tuesday, so get going and make it count. You've got six days.

Next Book:Bright Lights, Big Ass: A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl's Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me? by Jen Lancaster