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Monday, April 2, 2012

Review: Royal Street by Suzanne Johnson






Royal Street by Suzanne Johnson
Expected publication: April 10, 2012 (Tom Doherty Associates)
Pages: 336
Rating: Squee-worthy
Source: E-ARC from the publisher
Series or stand-alone: Sentinels of New Orleans (1)
Further info/purchase: Goodreads | Barnes & Noble | Amazon
Find the author online: Twitter | Website


As the junior wizard sentinel for New Orleans, Drusilla Jaco’s job involves a lot more potion-mixing and pixie-retrieval than sniffing out supernatural bad guys like rogue vampires and lethal were-creatures. DJ's boss and mentor, Gerald St. Simon, is the wizard tasked with protecting the city from anyone or anything that might slip over from the preternatural beyond.

Then Hurricane Katrina hammers New Orleans’ fragile levees, unleashing more than just dangerous flood waters.

While winds howled and Lake Pontchartrain surged, the borders between the modern city and the Otherworld crumbled. Now, the undead and the restless are roaming the Big Easy, and a serial killer with ties to voodoo is murdering the soldiers sent to help the city recover.

To make it worse, Gerry has gone missing, the wizards’ Elders have assigned a grenade-toting assassin as DJ’s new partner, and undead pirate Jean Lafitte wants to make her walk his plank. The search for Gerry and for the serial killer turns personal when DJ learns the hard way that loyalty requires sacrifice, allies come from the unlikeliest places, and duty mixed with love creates one bitter gumbo.


My Review

Suzanne Johnson's urban fantasy, Royal Street starts off with a bang: a bottle of rum, a junior wizard, and a sexy, undead pirate - and the action and mystery never lets up from there.  As an apprentice sentinel (the sentinel is a wizard who keeps all the creepy-crawly oogly-boogly's from slipping through the barrier of the other side and into New Orleans), Drusilla Jaco, or DJ as she prefers to be called, is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to her potions, but lacking in the physical magic department.  She can paralyze you with a potion, but can't throw you across the room - so imagine strong-willed DJ's surprise and frustration when, after her mentor goes missing in the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, the wizard's Elder council sends an Enforcer in as her new partner...a sexy-as-hell Enforcer, complete with grenades, hand guns, and a seductive aura to him that DJ has to struggle to resist.  

After Katrina, the normally resistant walls between the afterlife - where you'll find anyone from vengeful pirate Jean Lafitte to Louis Armstrong - disintegrated.  Normally, DJ's mentor and father figure, Gerry would be the wizard sending the dead back where they belong, but with him missing and presumed dead, the task falls to DJ, now promoted to Sentinel, a task even she isn't sure she's prepared for.  She's got a lot on her plate: Alex, her Enforcer - whom she may be falling for - plus Jake, his amber-eyed, big-hearted cousin who she's definitely crushing on, not to mention Jean Lafitte, who won't stay dead, and either wants to kiss her or kill her.  

I had a LOT of fun with Royal Street.  I read it in two days, and would have finished it sooner, but the formatting was kind of weird - it was set by default at a small font, so I kept having to enlarge the font every time I turned a page, but that's neither here nor there.  DJ is an awesome heroine - kick-ass despite her lack of physical magic.  She's resourceful, she's independent and fierce, and I fell for hr instantly.  I connected with her, and couldn't tear myself away from Royal Street and DJ's adventures.  I loved learning about her and her relationships with her family and with Gerry.  I also loved watching her interact with both Alex and Jake.  (It probably didn't help that I'm pretty sure I mentally dream cast Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Alex - he's too old for the role, but mmmmm, that didn't stop me.)

Suzanne Johnson has written a superb first in a series, and it's the most excited I've been about a new series in awhile.  With some books, I feel that a sequel isn't necessary; with Royal Street, I was emphatic that there HAD to be a sequel - and there will be, later this year!  I was impressed with the pacing of Royal Street, as well as how carefully Suzanne crafted her characters, from DJ to Alex, to Jake (*swoons a lot*) to Gerry, and so on.  Drusilla is a fabulous narrator, and I really loved her voice, mixed with Suzanne's snappy writing style.  But she also knows how - and more importantly - when to slow things down for a romantic interlude or a sobering family moment.  There's a wealth of potential here for more stories, and more adventures, especially with the knowledge that we aren't just talking the not-so-resting dead - we're also talking potential for vampires, werwolves, and other such creatures of the night to come into play.  (And somehow, I don't think these vampires will sparkle...)

I was only mildly disappointed with a few aspects of Royal Street - one of them was what was, I assume, supposed to be a big reveal, but I figured it out a LONG time before DJ did.  That's okay, because I still enjoyed Royal Street, but some of the events that happened after the reveal upset me a bit...I felt like all the lead-up had been for nothing, but really, that was my only complaint.  Everything else was great, including the smoking hot Alex and the still water, Jake.  

I'm absolutely torn between the two of them - my heart says Alex is more DJ's type, but you see, Jake is THAT character that I always fall for - the shoulder when you need to cry, the kiss that instantly sweeps you off your feet, the tormented edge that draws you in, the chivalry that makes you fall even harder.  Jake is quiet and stalwart with an edge he doesn't show often, and when the way Royal Street left off with him, I'm both happy and nervous for the next books.  I will definitely be reading anything else in this series that Suzanne Johnson publishes!

Further Thoughts

What's your favorite urban fantasy novel?  Have you read Royal Street - if not, will you?   (I promise you'll like it.)  Do you read a lot of urban fantasy, whether it's YA or adult?  What type of male character do you fall for, the alpha male hotness or the quiet, tormented-but-amazing guy?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Review: Voodoo Dues by Stephany Simmons




Voodoo Dues by Stephany Simmons
Pages: 71
Published: 07.23.2011
Series: Lian and Figg (1)
Source: Received via author
Final Rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
Further info: Goodreads | Amazon
Find the author online: Website | Twitter





From the beginning of Figg’s employment, there is something not quite right about the bar. There are few customers, a parade of neighborhood psychics and pentacle adorned visitors, all coming to hold court with her enigmatic boss. Figg is not sure what is going on, but she is determined to find out!

When the local voodoo queen shows up, and the next morning her grandson ends up dead outside the bar things get interesting.

Figg pesters Lian into telling her the truth about his former life, and is thrust into a world where the things that go bump in the night are real. There’s a murder to solve, zombies to lay to rest and a villain that neither of them saw coming. 



My Review



Stephany Simmon’s novella, Voodoo Dues dives right into the action, setting the tone for this fast-paced, delightful urban fantasy offering.  We’re introduced to the mysterious Lian and the vivacious, spirited Figg, a bar owner and his bartender until they get mixed up in something neither of them ever bargained for.  I liked Figg at once – she’s saucy, self-aware, unique, and doesn’t pretend to be anything she isn’t.  I wasn’t sure about Lian – I didn’t quite understand him or his motivations at first, although it all became somewhat clearer over the course of the novella, but I definitely wanted more time with him, to truly “get” him. 

Voodoo Dues is a fun read, light-hearted at times, dipping into the serious at others.  As Lian and Figg become embroiled in voodoo culture, including the local voodoo queen, Rene Champtillion, it soon becomes clear they’re in over their head.  Neither of them expected to have to deal with someone raising zombies from the dead, much less the other dangers coming their way. 

The characters were what stood out in this novella for me.  Rene is a character I’d like to read more about, possibly even in her own short story or novella.  I was rather drawn to her, to the aura around her.  I also have a big soft spot for Carl, and his spirit guide.  There were several moments I snickered or laughed aloud thanks to him, and the unexpected comic relief he provided. 

I really loved the tension, sexual and otherwise, between Figg and Lian.  I was left craving more of that, of them.  They had a really cool vibe, and I would love to read even a full-length novel about them, in order to better explore their bond.  Voodoo Dues took them beyond where they had been, the employer-employee connection, kinda hurtled them toward the next level without ever fully stating they were there yet. 

Overall, I really enjoyed Voodoo Dues.  I can’t rate it a 4 or 5 star read, but in this case, 3.5 is NOT bad, in my opinion.  My rating is in no way meant to indicate I did not like this novella.  I simply felt as if it was too short!  The 71 pages flew by – I wanted, and needed more.  I sincerely hope that Stephany Simmons writes more, and I have hope, going on the Goodreads listing, calling VooDoo Dues the first in a series.  I need more of Lian and Figg, their interaction, his history, and their future adventures. 

Recommended for fans of: Patricia Briggs, Richelle Mead.

Memorable Quote



I strutted over to the Liberace inspired couch and took a seat, looking around at all the shiny, gaudy as hell decor. “Nice to meet you Carl.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that my cover is blown.” He was no longer speaking with effeminate attitude. The previous forced soprano dropped to a Barry White bass. Carl ripped the gaudy headdress off and threw it on the floor, the wig followed next, the jewelry, and then the dress.  Finally there was a very large, very bald black man standing in the middle of the room clad only in tightie whities.

“Um… awkward,” I said indicating his state of undress.

Disclaimer




In accordance with FTC guidelines, I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.  No money or compensation of any sort exchanged hands.   I review books with no intention of monetary gain; rather, I review books out of my love of reading.