Review: this series keeps getting better and better!
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 11 23, 2013
This is book three in the Alchemy series. I think there will only be one more. The first two books are more urban fantasy, while Shattered is a dystopian as the characters are thrown into a whole new world. And what a ride it was. Each book has had an ending I didn’t see coming. The action is fast paced and Donna’s tight prose makes for quick reading. The events of each book have you sprinting to the end before slam you into a wall of “oh, crap! I didn’t see that coming”. You grab the next book and off you go again. I like the entire cast and their snarky banter as they try not to get killed.I can’t go into the plot of Shattered because that would spoil the first two books. Let’s just say Jo finally wises up after Cormac gives her a reality check. The sexual tension between Cormac and Jo has been building for two books. Finally! Cormac and Jo get horizontal, and boy was it good <G>I know I go on and on about this series, but this type of story is my addiction. Here are some quotes from the book."We had a deal." I heard the slightest quiver in Vitor's voice. He was realizing the same thing I was noticing; this wasn't the same Cormac as a week ago. The Cormac of old would have beaten him to an inch of his life. This Cormac wouldn't leave an inch. I was getting the distinct impression that Cormac was shedding his civilized faade just as quickly as civilization had fallen to ruins”Cormac tilted his head in Oslo's direction."Your friend has a message for you that he refused to share until you were present." Cormac didn't like that many people. If he had been Santa, there would be a whole lot of coal going around. It looked like Oslo had made the naughty list.“I wanted to melt into him, but logic kept niggling at my brain. End of the world logic dictated I should have sex because, I mean hey, people were dropping like flies and I deserved some hot sex before I kicked it…”Swoonage:He didn't answer but closed the distance between us, pressing me back against the shelves. His hands slid up my arms and over my shoulders until they cupped my head, tilting it back. He just stared down at me, not speaking."What?" I asked again, not understanding the volatility I felt in him."Nothing," he said.”His one hand moved from my hair, trailing along my jaw and down my neck. Then something snapped in his eyes and his mouth was on mine. His hands, so gentle before, roughly pulled me to him even firmer.His jaw moved along my neck and I felt the scruff of his face before he pulled back, then he was gone without another word.5 “Ripper” Sheep[...]