Saturday, January 24, 2009

Insatiable Desire (The Demonborn) by Rita Heron


FBI agent Vincent Valtrez is the son of an angel and a demon lord. His father tried to brutalize the good out of Vincent when he was a young child. Vincent was told to kill small animals among other undesirable things. When Vincent's dad killed his mother by burning her at the stake, Vincent was overcome with rage and killed his father. He became a ward of the system, and bounced around in foster homes for many years. Eventually, he became an agent, trying to take out the bad guys.

His dead father, Zion, is about to be named the new leader of Hell's legions, and Pan, god of fear, wants to harvest Vincent's soul and win Zion's approval. He lures Vincent back to his home town by targeting psychic Clarissa King. Girls are turning up murdered and Clarissa has been communicating with their spirits. She is absolute that something evil is afoot. Even though Vincent tries to keep space between himself and Clarissa, they can't deny the attraction between them. Vincent is sure he is turning into a Demon himself, and Clarissa is determined to show him that he is a good man. A man she loves.
As the first in a new series, it definitely has potential. The premise is fantastic and the plot did have me turning the pages to see what would happen next, butI found the characters to be a bit boring. Too much time spent on what baggage they each carried instead of what they now were capable of would have given me a tad more interest. And the ending was tidied up a little too nicely to delve right into the next book. It could have used a bit more fleshing to the story in my opinion. However, I was lightly entertained. I would read the next in the series, but I won't go out of my way to acquire it. 3/5 Stars

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