Genre: Urban Fantasy
SOME THINGS WON'T STAY BURIED...AT GRAVE'S END
It should be the best time of half-vampire Cat Crawfield's life. With her undead lover Bones at her side, she's successfully protected mortals from the rogue undead. But though Cat's worn disguise after disguise to keep her true identity a secret from the brazen bloodsuckers, her cover's finally been blown, placing her in terrible danger.
As if that wasn't enough, a woman from Bones's past is determined to bury him once and for all. Caught in the crosshairs of a vengeful vamp, yet determined to help Bones stop a lethal magic from being unleashed, Cat's about to learn the true meaning of bad blood. And the tricks she's learned as a special agent won't help her. She will need to fully embrace her vampire instincts in order to save herself - and Bones - from a fate worse than the grave.
Tate, who has been crushing on Cat from the moment he met her, volunteers to be turned into a vampire which worries both Bones and Cat, they both believe he is only doing it to earn favour with her but he goes through will it anyway. When Cat goes to visit her mother and talk about her and Bones getting married, yes married *squee*, Max is there waiting for her. He and another vampire hold Cat and her mother hostage, making her mother watch as Max hurts Cat, he eventually tears out Cat’s throat, thankfully Bones arriving in time for her to drink his blood and save her. With a vampire family feud going on, Mencheres unites with Bones and shares his powers with him, allowing him to read thoughts. I’m a little irritated with Tate, he’s a loose cannon, Bones needs to take care of him though on the other hand I also feel remorse for him, he is struggling to comes to terms with his new life. When Patra “kills” Bones, Cat is destroyed, Tate of course sees this as his chance, he was wrong;
“The knife I’d pulled from my coat and jammed into him was less than an inch from his heart. I smiled, feeling my face crack like pottery that dried too quickly.
“That was a warning. The next one won’t be. Did you think you could just slide into Bones’s place and I wouldn’t miss a beat? You lay your hands on me again and I’ll finish you Tate.”
I meant every bitter word. If there was one person happier than Patra right now, kit was Tate. He’d hated Bones from the moment he’d met him, and that wasn’t even counting when he shot him at first glance. I’d be damned if I was going to let Tate dishonour Bone’s memory by petting me like a lapdog. Whatever chance he thought he’d gained by Bones’s death, he was wrong.”