Anita Blake has the highest kill count of any vampire executioner in the country. She’s a U.S. Marshal who can raise zombies with the best of them. But ever since she and master vampire Jean-Claude went public with their engagement, all she is to anyone and everyone is Jean-Claude’s fiancée.
It’s wreaking havoc with her reputation as a hard ass—to some extent. Luckily, in professional circles, she’s still the go-to expert for zombie issues. And right now, the FBI is having one hell of a zombie issue.
Someone is producing zombie porn. Anita has seen her share of freaky undead fetishes, so this shouldn’t bother her. But the women being victimized aren’t just mindless, rotting corpses. Their souls are trapped behind their eyes, signaling voodoo of the blackest kind.
It’s the sort of case that can leave a mark on a person. And Anita’s own soul may not survive unscathed . . .
I knew I should have ditched Anita several books ago. Ugh, I have felt for some time that the author is trying to push and justify her personal life in these books and it happens again in this book. For most of the book.
“I’m Anita Blake.” One of the worst things to ever happen to the Anita Blake series was that Laurell K. Hamilton received a coveted “no-edit” clause in her contract. Even if the books were bloated, tedious, repetitive trainwrecks.
Not sure it was worth the price… I am, as always, a fan.