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256 pages, ebook
First published December 10, 2008
"You want to catch up with some of your old friends from Heliotrope Station? I can find out where they are."If I didn't have to pause and write reviews of each book, I would've binge read this entire series beginning to end in one sitting. Fiction this outstanding is worth ignoring reality for a few days...
"The ones who are still alive."
"Or not. That's never stopped you from talking to anyone. Has it?"
I had to figure out how deep the FPMP had their hooks in me. And how to live with it, or tear myself free, once and for all.So - Vic is resorting to gathering information from dubious sources. We've got a 'keep your enemies close' situation happening with an old friend and several new faces...
"You coming to bed, or do you want me to leave you here?"Jacob was totally brilliant in this story - I seem to fall for this character a little more with each book. He's fucking amazing. Jacob's giddy excitement about everything paranormal is infectious and adorable. His devotion to Victor was on full display - He's willing to face off against past lovers, mysterious government agencies, and deadly vengeful ghosts... Plus the man is sex on legs! *fans self* the sexytimes in this book were delicious!
It was a great recliner, but I'm more of a side-sleeper. And besides, my back feels naked without Jacob curled against it.
�... He did make me feel safe. And happy. Just looking at him made me feel like my heart was so big that my body couldn’t contain it. He was decisive, and Type A, and I had known that from the beginning. That was what I liked about him.�
‘I got my leg under me again and Jacob turned off the shower. I was going to make a remark about the capacity of our hot water heater, but Jacob flattened me against the shower wall, chest to chest, and pressed his face into my neck. More tender kisses, as if he couldn’t find enough places on me to put them.�
“I’ll be fast. I can make you come in two minutes.�
“I can do that myself. I never get to see you anymore—I’d rather talk to you.�
That had to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me, and I went all gooshy inside.