Coyote shapeshifter mechanic Mercy Thompson is at it again in Patricia Brigg’s second installment Blood Bound. I’ve only read the first two of the series, but so far I’d say it would be the love child between Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series and Kelley Armstrong’s Women of the Otherworld series. Except without the easy Southern charm of the former and the sex appeal of the latter.
This time tattooed, tom-boy Mercy is there to help her vampire friend Stefan out of a bit of trouble. Unfortunately, they both get a little more than they bargained for when the rogue vampire they’re pursuing turns out to be demonically possessed. Enter the creep factor. Especially during the trailer attack scene. Blegh. I can deal with monsters and mayhem, but a psychopath really creeps me out. I like being a little scared by books, especially when my hulking Boy is sleeping next to me. But other than that scene, it wasn’t a particularly disturbing tale.
I like this series kind of the same way I enjoy peanut butter and fluff sandwiches…. Occasionally I’ll get a craving for it, but it’s not something I can sustain myself on for long. I usually enjoy paranormal fiction, as long it’s not too heavily dosed with romance. I like love stories but I HATE romance novels. Blood Bound isn’t love-heavy, but it kind of has the archtypal confusing love triangle garbage that I, for one, am quite tired of. Can’t a love story between two people ever be enough? (Having been involved in a love triangle at one point, I can verify that it’s neither as arousing or as exciting as one might imagine… More so confusing and inconvenient, really).
I do like Mercy’s rugged I’m-kind-of-a-badass-but-I’m-still-a-girl nature, however. I’m all about the heroines. I think I just may have come across this series too late in the game, after teenage years filled with Laurell K. Hamilton, Kelley Armstrong, and Anne Rice… it’s hard to compete.
Bottom line: beach read at it’s finest.
3 tattooed mechanics of 5