Title: Under Attack
Author: Hannah Jayne
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Series: Underworld Detection Agency (Book 2)
Publication Date: November 1, 2011
Format: Paperback, 322 Pages
ISBN-10: 0758258933 (Kensington)
ISBN-13: 978-0758258939 (Kensington)
Reviewed by: Kiwi
She’s one of the Underworld Detection Agency’s best. But her job is really starting to bite …
Sophie Lawson is a human immune to magic, which comes in handy for helping paranormal beings transition into everyday life. But fallen angel Alex Grace and his search for the Vessel of Souls is one curse she never saw coming. Suddenly an unexplainable string of killings and destruction has even San Francisco’s demons fearing for their immortal lives. And Sophie isn’t about to trust Alex’s all-too-vulnerable charm or his secret agenda. Now their hunt is revealing dangerous secrets about Sophie’s past, and a malevolent power hellishly close to turning one irreverent human into the ultimate supernatural weapon…
Quick & Dirty: A sequel quite like the first book, with a bit more danger and a lot more confusion.
Opening Sentence: It’s nearly impossible to get hobgoblin slobber out of raw silk.
The second book in this series finds our much beloved Sophie in more trouble than before, and this time it’s very personal. This time, the scary evil is coming directly for her, and only her.
You see, not only does Sophie have a bit of mystical powers, but it also appears she is some sort of theological holy object that everyone wants to get their hands on. All these things are made only better when Sophie finds out in which direction her family tree’s roots really do grow.
Following Sophie’s journey is, as always, her hunk of fallen angel love, Alex. Man on a mission, he is, and we reluctantly find out exactly what role Sophie plays in his end goal.
Also joining us on today’s trip is a man named Will, full time fireman, part time guardian of mystical objects. Will comes complete with hot fireman calendar looks and an English accent. His latest job is keeping Sophie alive and out of the hands of fallen angels just like Alex. And Sophie, being Sophie, makes his job all that much harder.
And there in the middle is poor Sophie. I actually found myself saying, out loud even, “Would you please just let this poor woman have sex already?” I mean, really, when the gorgeous, unattached male you have the hots for — and who wouldn’t — literally jumps into your bed with you, you take him up on his oh-so generous offer. Also, by the end of this book, she has two love interests, and fawning over two dudes at the same time — like talking with one while thinking of the other — is just rude. This paints a really horrible picture of a female’s mind, all wishy-washy while trailing two guys on a line. Also, I kind of found her whole stuck on sex thing to be a little off putting. Wanting to have sex with a person is fine, but to be the way she is through a lot of the book is…I don’t know, I guess you can add your own adjective here. It just wasn’t my style.
Anyway, Sophie manages to take out the threat to her life with her own two hands. Way to go. But I’m not altogether sure this should qualify her as one of the UDA’s best like it says in the synopsis. Throughout most of the book, Sophie is a bumbling ball of ineptitude — she keeps her gun in the freezer, for example. Her triumphs are more blind luck than skill.
I am afraid to say that I do have to agree with my fellow reviewer’s take on this series. Though urban fantasy may have been this author’s intention, this book and the others in the series fall quite a bit short of the line. Urban fantasies are not made by simply taking a character, a city with some paranormal elements, some danger, a hot counterpart and a vampire or two, throwing them in then turning the crank on the salad spinner.
It was the raspy sound of sneakers on concrete coming to an abrupt stop. The sound of heavy breathing—distinct, though barely audible on the late-night breeze.
“Maybe it’s just—“
My words were cut off by the sound of a blade slicing through the air. I felt a body make contact with mine; then the wind as it left my chest when I made contact with the cold, damp concrete. I only knew Alex had been hit when I heard the strangled sound of his groan.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion and Alex’s command didn’t even sound like him. It was higher, more menacing, and I kicked my feet, sliding on the concrete until I got some traction, then stopped dead, seeing the dark figure in front of Alex.
Our attacker was dressed entirely in black and stood a half-head taller than Alex, his face obscured by a black knit ski mask that only revealed sinister hooded eyes that remained fixed on us. He held his blade aloft once more and I heard my own scream when I saw the blood—Alex’s blood—dripping from the cold steel.
The Underworld Detection Agency Chronicles:
1. Under Wraps
2. Under Attack
FTC Advisory: Kensington Books provided me with a copy of Under Attack. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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