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In this #1 New York Times bestseller, author Patricia Briggs “has reached perfection” (The Nocturnal Library), as Mercy Thompson faces a shapeshifter’s biggest fear...
After an accident in bumper-to-bumper traffic, Mercy and her stepdaughter, Jesse, can’t reach Alpha werewolf Adam—or anyone else in the pack, for that matter. They’ve all been abducted.
Through their mating bond, all Mercy knows is that Adam is angry and in pain. But she fears Adam’s disappearance may be related to the political battle the werewolves have been fighting to gain acceptance from the public—and that he and the pack are in serious danger. Outmatched and on her own, Mercy may be forced to seek assistance from any ally she can get, no matter how unlikely.
Mercy Thompson's new mate Adam Hauptman is missing—and that's just the beginning of the bad news for this resourceful shapeshifter. Adam's daughter and his entire werewolf pack have also been abducted and Mercy suspects the kidnappings are political sabotage, but she feels as if she had nowhere to turn for help. Well, almost nowhere: There are the vampire seethe. The breakthrough seventh installment of a bestselling series in our stores and online.
#1 New York Times bestselling author Patricia Briggs lives in Washington State with her husband, children, and a small herd of horses.
“You should have brought the van,” said my stepdaughter. She sounded like herself, though the expression on her face was still a little tight.
“I shouldn’t have brought anything, including us,” I muttered, shoving harder on the hatch. My Rabbit had a lot of cargo space for a little car. We’d only been here twenty minutes. I shop at Walmart all the time, and I never come out with this much stuff. We’d even left before the big midnight reveal. And still—I had all this stuff. Most of which had not been on sale. Who does that?
“Oh, come on,” she scoffed, determinedly cheerful. “It’s Black Friday. Everyone shops Black Friday.”
I looked up from the stubborn lid of my poor beleaguered car and glanced around the parking lot of Home Depot. “Obviously,” I muttered.
Home Depot wasn’t open at midnight on Black Friday, but the parking lot was huge and was doing a good job of absorbing the overflow from Walmart. A bicycle couldn’t have parked in the Walmart lot. I wouldn’t have believed there were this many people in the Tri-Cities—and this was only one of three Walmarts, the one we’d decided would be the least busy.
“We should go to Target next,” Jesse said, her thoughtful voice sending chills down my spine. “They have the new Instant Spoils: The Dread Pirate’s Booty Four game on sale for half off the usual price, and it was set for release tonight at midnight. There were rumors that problems in production meant before-Christmas shortages.”
Codpieces and Golden Corsets: The Dread Pirate’s Booty Three, better known as CAGCTDPBT—I kid you not; if you couldn’t say the letters ten times in a row without stumbling, you weren’t a Real Player—was the game of choice for the pack. Twice a month, they brought their laptops and a few desktops and set them up in the meeting room and played until dawn. Vicious, nasty werewolves playing pirate games on the Internet—it was pretty intense, and I was a little surprised that we hadn’t had any bodies. Yet.
“Shortage rumors carefully leaked to the press just in time for Black Friday,” I groused.
She grinned, her cheeks flushed with the cold November wind and her good cheer not as forced as it had been since her mother called to cancel Christmas plans during Thanksgiving dinner earlier this evening. “Cynic. You’ve been hanging around Dad too much.”
So, in search of pirate booty, we drove across the street to the Target parking lot, which looked a lot like the Walmart parking lot had. Unlike Walmart, Target hadn’t stayed open. There was a line four people deep waiting for the doors to be unlocked at midnight, which, according to my watch, was about two minutes from now. The line started at Target, wrapped around the shoe store and giant pet store, and disappeared around the corner of the strip mall into darkness.
“They’re not open yet.” I did not want to go where that line of people was going. I wondered if this was how Civil War soldiers felt, looking over a ridge and seeing the other side’s combatants, grim and poised for battle. This line of people was pushing baby strollers instead of cannons, but they still looked dangerous to me.
Jesse looked at my face and snickered.
I pointed at her. “You can just stop that right now, missy. This is all your fault.”
She blinked innocently at me. “My fault? All I said was it might be fun to go out and hit the Black Friday sales.”
I’d thought it would be a good way to distract her from her mother’s patented brand of guilt trip leavened with broken promises. I hadn’t realized that going shopping on Black Friday (Thursday still, according to my watch, for the next minute) was akin to throwing myself on a grenade. I’d still have done it—I love Jesse, and the diversion was starting to work—but it might have been nice to know how bad it was going to be.
We drove slowly behind a host of cars also looking for parking places, eventually drifting right by the front of the store where the shoppers lurked, hunched and ready to attack the sales. Inside the store, a young man in the sadly appropriate red Target shirt walked very slowly to the locked door that was all that protected him from the horde.
“He’s going to die.” Jesse sounded a little worried.
The crowd started undulating, like a Chinese New Year dragon, as he reached up slowly to turn the key.
“I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes,” I agreed, as the boy, mission completed, turned to run back into the store, the crowd of salivating shoppers hot on his trail.
“I’m not going in there,” I stated firmly, as an old woman elbowed another old woman who had tried to slip in through the doors ahead of her.
“We could always go to the mall,” Jesse said after a moment.
“The mall?” I raised my eyebrows at her incredulously. “You want to go to the mall?” There are a herd of strip malls in the Tri-Cities as well as a Factory Outlet Mall, but when one speaks of “the Mall,” they mean the big one in Kennewick. The one that everyone shopping on Black Friday was planning to hit first.
Jesse laughed. “Seriously, though, Mercy. Five-quart kitchen mixers are on sale, a hundred dollars off. Darryl’s broke when my friends and I made brownies with it. With babysitting money, I have just enough to replace it for Christmas if I can find it for a hundred dollars off. If we get the mixer, I’m okay with calling this experiment finished.” She gave me a rueful look. “I really am okay, Mercy. I know my mother; I was expecting her to cancel. Anyway, it’ll be more fun spending Christmas with Dad and you.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” I said, “why don’t I give you a hundred dollars, and we can skip the mall?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I know you haven’t been part of this family long, so you don’t know all the rules. When you break someone else’s toy, you have to pay for it yourself. To the mall.”
I sighed loudly and pulled out of the frying pan of the Target parking lot and headed toward the fire of the Columbia Center Mall. “Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.”
She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. “And damned be he—she—who cries, ‘Hold, enough!’”
“Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you,” I told her, and she laughed.
I was new at being a stepmother. It was like walking a tightrope sometimes—a greased tightrope. As much as Jesse and I liked each other, we’d had our moments. Hearing her laugh with genuine cheer made me optimistic about our chances.
The car in front of me stopped suddenly, and I locked up the Rabbit’s brakes. The Rabbit was a relic from my college years (long past) that I kept running because I loved it—and because I was a mechanic, and keeping an old, cheap car like the Rabbit running was the best form of advertisement. The brakes worked just fine, and she stopped with room to spare—about four inches of room.
“I’m not the first person to misuse Macbeth,” Jesse said, sounding a bit breathless—but then, she didn’t know I’d just redone the brakes last week when I had some time.
I blew out air between my teeth to make a chiding sound as we waited for some cowardly driver a few cars ahead to take the left turn onto the interstate. “The Scottish Play. It’s ‘the Scottish Play.’ You should know better. There are some things you never name out loud, like Macbeth, the IRS, and Voldemort. Not if you want to make it to the mall tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, smirking at me. “I only think about that when I’m looking into a mirror and not saying ‘Candyman’ or ‘Bloody Mary.’”
“Does your father know what kind of movies you watch?” I asked.
“My father bought me Psycho for my thirteenth birthday. I notice you didn’t ask me who the Candyman was. What kind of movies are you watching, Mercy?” Her voice was a little smug, so I stuck my tongue out at her. I’m a mature stepmom like that.
Traffic near the Kennewick Mall actually wasn’t too bad. All the lanes were bumper-to-bumper, but the speed was pretty normal. I knew from experience that once the silly season got fully under way, a snail would make better time than a car anywhere near the mall.
“Mercy?” Jesse asked.
“Uhm?” I answered, swerving into the next lane over to avoid being hit by a minivan.
“When are you and Dad going to have a baby?”
Chills broke out all over my body. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move—and I hit the SUV in front of me at about thirty miles an hour. I’m pretty sure that the Scottish Play had nothing to do with it.
“It’s my fault,” Jesse said, sitting beside me on the sidewalk next to the mall parking lot shortly thereafter. The flashing lights of various emergency vehicles did interesting things to her canary yellow and orange hair. She was bumping her feet up and down with excess nervous energy—or maybe just to keep warm. It was, maybe, thirty degrees, and the wind was cutting.
I was still trying to figure out what had happened—though one thing I was sure of was that it hadn’t been Jesse’s fault. I leaned my head against the cement at the base of one of the big light poles and put the ice pack back on my left cheekbone and my nose—which had finally quit bleeding. “Captain’s in charge of the ship. My fault.”
Panic attack, I thought. Jesse’s question had taken me by surprise—but I hadn’t thought the idea of a baby scared me that much.
I kind of liked the thought of a baby, actually. So why the panic attack? I could feel the remnants of it clogging my thoughts and lingering like the edges of an ice-cream headache—or maybe that was the effect of my face colliding with the steering column.
The Rabbit was an old car, and that meant no air bags. However, it was a good German car, so it collapsed around the passenger compartment, leaving Jesse and me with bruises and bumps and a bloody nose and black eye. I was pretty tired of black eyes. With my coloring, bruises didn’t stand out like they did on Jesse. Given a week or two, no one would ever know we’d been in a car wreck.
Even with the bag of ice between me and the rest of the world, I could tell that the passenger in the SUV I’d hit was still talking to the police because her voice was raised. The energy she was expending made me pretty sure she wasn’t hurt much, either. The driver hadn’t said anything, but he seemed okay to me. He stood a few steps back from his car and stared at it.
The younger policeman said something to the woman, and it hit her like a cattle prod. The man who’d driven the car glanced over at Jesse and me, while the woman went off like a teakettle.
“She hit us,” the woman shrieked. That was the gist of it anyway. There were a lot of unladylike words that began with “F,” with various “C” words thrown in for leavening. She had an alcohol slur that did nothing to moderate the shivery high pitch that she reached. I winced as her voice cut right through my aching skull and increased the pressure against my throbbing cheekbone.
I understood the sentiment. Even if the accident isn’t your fault, there is hell to follow when talking to insurance companies, taking the car to a body shop, and dealing with the time the car is in the shop. Worse, if it’s totaled, you have to argue with the other guy’s insurance about how much it was worth. I was feeling pretty guilty, but Jesse’s flinch made me set that aside and pay attention to her.
“Ben’s better,” I murmured. “He’s more creative when he swears.”
“He does it in that English accent, which is too cool.” Jesse relaxed a little and started listening with more interest and less worry.
The woman began batting at the younger policeman and swearing. I didn’t bother to listen to the details, but apparently she was mad at him now, and not us.
“And Ben is too smart to swear at cops,” Jesse said with a sincere but misguided belief in Ben’s wisdom. She had turned to look at me and got a good view over my shoulder of the only real fatality of the incident. “Jeez, Mercy. Look at the Rabbit.”
I’d been avoiding it, but I had to look sometime.
The little rust-colored car was connected to the SUV in front of it and somehow had managed to ride up on something so that the front wheels, the nearest one no longer round, were about six inches up in the air. Its nose was also about two feet closer to the windshield than it had been.
“It’s dead,” I told her.
Maybe if Zee were still around to help, he could have done something with the Rabbit. Zee had taught me most of what I know about fixing cars, but there were some things that couldn’t be fixed without an iron-kissed fae to put them to rights. And Zee was holed up in the fae reservation in Walla Walla and had been since one of the Gray Lords killed a US senator’s son and declared the fae to be a separate and sovereign nation.
Within minutes of the declaration, all of the fae had disappeared—and so had a few of the reservations. The ten-mile loop of road that used to lead to the local reservation near Walla Walla was now eight miles long, and from nowhere along that route could you even see the reservation. I’d heard that one of the reservations had grown a thicket of blackberry bushes and disappeared inside.
There was a rumor that the government had tried to bomb a reservation, but the entire flight of planes had disappeared—reappearing minutes later flying over Australia. Australian bloggers posted photos, and the US president issued a formal apology, so that part of the rumor seemed to be true.
For me personally, the whole thing meant I had no one to call on when I needed help in the shop or needed some time off. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to Zee before he was gone. I missed him, and not just because my poor Rabbit looked to be headed to that big VW rally in the sky.
“At least we weren’t driving the Vanagon,” I said.
The teenager I’d been—the one who had worked fast-food jobs to pay for the car, the insurance, and the fuel and upkeep—would have cried for the poor Rabbit, but that would have made Jesse feel bad, and I wasn’t a teenager anymore.
“Harder to find a Syncro Vanagon than a Rabbit?” Jesse half asked, half speculated. I’d taught her how to change her own oil, and she’d helped out at the shop now and then. Mostly she flirted with Gabriel, my teenager Friday who was back from college for Thanksgiving break, but even a little bit of help was useful now that I was my only employee. I didn’t have enough business to hire another full-time mechanic, and I didn’t have time to train another teenager to take Gabriel’s place. Especially since I thought it might be a waste of time.
I didn’t want to think about closing the shop, but I was afraid it might be coming.
“Mostly, it is a lot easier to get hurt in a Vanagon,” I said to Jesse. Losing the Rabbit and lack of sleep were making me melancholy, but I wasn’t going to share that with her, so I kept my voice light and cheerful. “No crumple zone. That’s one of the reasons they don’t make them anymore. Neither of us would have walked out of an accident like this in the van—and I am very tired of being in a stupid wheelchair.”
Jesse let out a huff of laughter. “Mercy, all of us are tired of you being in a wheelchair.”
I’d broken both my legs on my honeymoon (don’t ask) this past summer. I’d also managed to hurt my hands, too, which meant I hadn’t been able to push myself around. Yes, I had been pretty crabby about it.
The woman was still arguing with the police, but the driver was walking toward us. He might have been coming over to check that I had proper insurance or something, but I had a little warning zing down my spine. I pulled the ice bag away from my face and stood up just in case.
“Still,” said Jesse, staring at the car. She didn’t react to my change in position; maybe she hadn’t noticed. “I loved your little Rabbit. It was my fault we had the wreck. I am so sorry.”
And the driver of the other car went for Jesse like a junkyard dog, dripping words for which my mother would have washed his mouth out with soap as he barreled toward us.
Jesse’s eyes got wide, and she jerked to her feet, stumbling. I stepped between them and said, with power I borrowed from the Alpha of the local werewolf pack who was also my husband, “Enough.”
“At least we weren’t driving the Vanagon,” I said.
The teenager I’d been—the one who had worked fast-food jobs to pay for the car, the insurance, and the fuel and upkeep—would have cried for the poor Rabbit, but that would have made Jesse feel bad, and I wasn’t a teenager anymore.
“Harder to find a Syncro Vanagon than a Rabbit?” Jesse half asked, half speculated. I’d taught her how to change her own oil, and she’d helped out at the shop now and then. Mostly she flirted with Gabriel, my teenager Friday who was back from college for Thanksgiving break, but even a little bit of help was useful now that I was my only employee. I didn’t have enough business to hire another full-time mechanic, and I didn’t have time to train another teenager to take Gabriel’s place. Especially since I thought it might be a waste of time.
I didn’t want to think about closing the shop, but I was afraid it might be coming.
“Mostly, it is a lot easier to get hurt in a Vanagon,” I said to Jesse. Losing the Rabbit and lack of sleep were making me melancholy, but I wasn’t going to share that with her, so I kept my voice light and cheerful. “No crumple zone. That’s one of the reasons they don’t make them anymore. Neither of us would have walked out of an accident like this in the van—and I am very tired of being in a stupid wheelchair.”
Jesse let out a huff of laughter. “Mercy, all of us are tired of you being in a wheelchair.”
I’d broken both my legs on my honeymoon (don’t ask) this past summer. I’d also managed to hurt my hands, too, which meant I hadn’t been able to push myself around. Yes, I had been pretty crabby about it.
The woman was still arguing with the police, but the driver was walking toward us. He might have been coming over to check that I had proper insurance or something, but I had a little warning zing down my spine. I pulled the ice bag away from my face and stood up just in case.
“Still,” said Jesse, staring at the car. She didn’t react to my change in position; maybe she hadn’t noticed. “I loved your little Rabbit. It was my fault we had the wreck. I am so sorry.”
And the driver of the other car went for Jesse like a junkyard dog, dripping words for which my mother would have washed his mouth out with soap as he barreled toward us.
Jesse’s eyes got wide, and she jerked to her feet, stumbling. I stepped between them and said, with power I borrowed from the Alpha of the local werewolf pack who was also my husband, “Enough.”
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
This is the seventh book in the Mercedes Thompson series and to be honest, I was a little hesitant to start it. Mainly because I didn't enjoy River Marked as much as the rest and I was scared that the series was starting to lose that special something that hooked me in book 1 and made me fall in love with this world that Patricia created. Thankfully my fears were unfounded and Patricia Briggs has proved to me why she deserves to be on my auto-buy author list.
Mercy is not your typical heroine, she's not as bad-ass as most yet she's not a feminine girly girl either, she's somewhere in-between. A mechanic by trade and a Walker by birth, with the ability to shapeshift into a Coyote. The extent of her powers is, as yet, unknown although being raised by werewolves has given her an edge and insight that has helped her a lot.
Throughout the series we have watched Mercy face seemingly insurmountable odds only for her to come out battered, bruised and occasionally bloody but on top. She has grow as a character and we finally saw her marry and settle down but with Mercy's luck you know it's not going to be as simple as living happily ever after. While on a shopping trip with her step-daughter her husband and their pack are kidnapped, on the run desperate to hunt down those who will do her family harm while protecting those who remain, the odds are once again firmly stacked against her. Trusting in allies old and new Mercy must stay strong if she wants to save those she loves.
What follows had me on the edge of my seat,my nails are a mess and I could swear my heart almost stopped at one point. It was an action packed journey that once again enthralled me from start to finish and I can't wait to see where the journey takes us next.
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Posted Tue Mar 05 00:00:00 EST 2013
Read this in practically one sitting! I've been a fan of the Mercy Thompson series and Patricia Briggs since the very first installment, Moon Called.
What I love the best about this book is not just the suspense, the action, or the excellent and smart writing. It's the characters. I laugh and cry with them.
I feel their pain and triumphs both. Mercy never knows how to stay out of trouble, and I love her for that!
The only thing I would point out is that this story felt longer than the previous ones. I'm not complaining on that front. I want more from Briggs. Please hurry with the next installment!
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Posted Thu Mar 07 00:00:00 EST 2013
Plot spoiler by under the cover book blog was too much. It even quoted lines from the book. That is way too much. Stop ruining the book for other readers. It is rude and inconsiderate.
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“FROST BURNED shows the reason why I love Patricia Briggs. Because her world and her words have the ability to suck you in and make you live her stories. ” ~Under the Covers
It’s been a long time. Too long without Mercy and Adam. But Ms. Briggs is back with another great book. FROST BURNED shows the reason why I love Patricia Briggs. Because her world and her words have the ability to suck you in and make you live her stories.
One thing this book is NOT is boring. From the very beginning, Mercy is both entertaining and getting in trouble. From accidents while shopping the Black Friday sales to teaming up with Ben and Stefan (among others) to rescue Adam and the rest of the Pack who were kidnapped by a not yet known group. The only clue that Mercy is left with is her connection to Adam through the mate-bond and Ben in wolf form, who escaped.
There fae are living away from human society and the human authorities are not all 100% happy with supernaturals. More than one would like to bring down the mighty Adam Hauptman and his pack. FROST BURNED is never at a stand still and it shakes up the Pack and the Tri-Cities. Even and steady, Ms. Briggs managed to create a story that is both a classic Mercy Thompson novel and maybe one of the best in the series!
I think I’ve wanted to see Mercy kick ass again and this is finally where I see that she’s comfortable in her own skin. Even though she’s not as strong as a werewolf, Mercy is not scared to go face the bad guys and fight for her Pack and family. And she is now accepted.
We also get a few chapters from Adam’s POV and, to me, that was such a treat. Adam is truly a rugged gentleman amongst urban fantasy heroes. He doesn’t have to overdo his alphaness. He just is. And in this book, his claws come out too and we see his more predatory side. Both Adam and Mercy show that they are willing to do anything, give up anything, for the sake of the Pack. That can be scary at times.
As Mercy and friends search for the Pack, there are many developments. We get a surprise visit from a face better known in the Alpha & Omega pages. And more than one bad guy comes to the surface. This story is full of twists and turns, it’s emotional but also funny. Unexpected alliances are made. Unexpected enemies arise. The love between Mercy and Adam is reinforced for the reader by showing yet another layer to their connection. FROST BURNED is everything I was expecting and then some.
Favorite Quotes:
“I don’t need to swallow you whole, I don’t need to be in your head at all times. I just need to know you’re there.”
“You didn’t think I was going to die of old age, did you?”
“Do they always flirt with biblical quotes?”
“They can flirt with the periodic table or a restaurant menu. We’ve learned to live with it. Get a room, you guys.”
Coyote never loses, Coyote told me. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play.
*ARC provided by publisher
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
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Still reading this book too! Great I like fallen angel by genie ems a bit more though xo
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
Absolutely love Mercy...she is so much fun and kicks total butt!!!
6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Alright, after waiting for a long time for this book, I must say that it lived up to every one of my expectations. I loved that in this book the reader gets more of Adam and of course, more of minor characters.
A few points I must list:
Asil is involved.
Not one, but TWO chapters in Adam's pov
Mercy being stronger than ever
Vampire's
Overall, this book rocked. I really loved that Asil played a bigger role. When he showed up on the scene, I couldn't help but let excitement fill every part of me. Cris-crossing worlds with different characters definitively gave this book a unique twist.
Mercy and Adam's relationship is blooming beautifully. Mercy is still her good ole self and well Adam, just gets pulled along for the ride. They have cute flirty moments as well as dangerous, rash ones. But one things that remains constant is their love and loyalty to each other. And that folks, it the icing on the cake.
More involvement with the vampires brings more craziness to the story. I really like the way the plot played out with politics. I think Ms. Briggs brings a powerful stance when it comes to putting more depth in the plot than what the reader sees.
In the end, I'm a very happy camper who is Very excited to read the next book. I can not wait to see what crazy adventure Mercy brings me next. Until then, I will wallow in the high that I have been given when reading this story. Frost Burned is a sensational piece of storytelling that I can never get over. Generating a mixture of romance and adventure, Frost Burned is delightful.
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
Patricia Briggs brings that magical suspension of disbelief to all of her tales told, and this addition to the Mercy Thompson series
is no exception. Urban in the real sense, the world of Mercy Thompson is filled with everyday traffic jams, shopping malls deliciously
mixed with wierwolves, vampires and the strangest fey imaginable smack in the middle of it. Do yourself a favor and pick this book
up...you'll find it very hard to put down, even for dinner!
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
Love the Mercy Thompson series, and I have been enjoying the book a ton so far. I pre-ordered the nook version ages ago, and have been anticipating the March 5th release. However- I am having serious challenges actually getting any reading done, since the nook version is still unavailable on the online reader, iphone app and nook itself!!!
What gives B&N?!! FAIL!!!
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
In a word...fantastic.
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Posted Tue Mar 19 00:00:00 EDT 2013
I love Patricia Briggs. Every novel I've read of hers has been well written and able to more than keep my interest. I felt that this book was rushed and too short. Good read, not worth $13 on the nook
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
As always Patricia Briggs does it again! I love these books and these characters!
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
Love love love these books!!!! She will keep you on the edge of your seat unil the end of the book!!!
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Posted Wed Mar 06 00:00:00 EST 2013
As always Ms Briggs you never fail to amaze
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Posted Sat Mar 29 00:00:00 EDT 2014
This is one of my most favorite authors and this book doesn't disappoint. The main character is tough without being overbearing and unlikable, the male characters are overprotective but they also don't get in the way. And the stories themselves are normally pretty creative. This book was no exception. In fact in this one the main character seems to stand on her own two feet even more than normal. That being said the story is a little slower than it normally is, and its not quite up to the standards of the others in the series. That being said the bar is set pretty high for this series so saying that this isn't quite as good as some of the others doesn't mean that this isn't a good book.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.This book revolves around a larger range of characters than the last book, and is enjoyable for that reason as many of the supporting characters in this series are interesting. Good plotting and action. A recommended read if you enjoy this series; if you are new to the series this can be a stand-alone book but you will miss some of the backstory.
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Posted Fri Apr 26 00:00:00 EDT 2013
I read all of her books and have never been disappointed! Has lots of action to keep you going and the romance, but leaves some things for your imagination so it is suitable for teens and adult. This may be the end of the series, but I hope not because I would really like to see a baby from Mercy and Adam.
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Posted Fri Mar 29 00:00:00 EDT 2013
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Another wonderful addition to the Mercy Thompson series!! I was very excited to see a certain very old/lovable if slightly insane wolf from the Alpha and Omega series!
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Patricia Briggs is always a fast fun read! She has great, well developed characters,and her stories are captivating!
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Posted Tue Mar 19 00:00:00 EDT 2013
Love this series
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Overview
In this #1 New York Times bestseller, author Patricia Briggs “has reached perfection” (The Nocturnal Library), as Mercy Thompson faces a shapeshifter’s biggest fear...
After an accident in bumper-to-bumper traffic, Mercy and her stepdaughter, Jesse, can’t reach Alpha werewolf Adam—or anyone else in the pack, for that matter. They’ve all been abducted.
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