is definitely how I’d describe Da Kessler’s latest installment of her demon series of the same title.

So Jackie emailed me and begged–nay, pleaded with me to read her book.

She did. Swear.

Tee Hee.

I, in turn, said yes. But there were conditions. You know, like, a Vic Secret card with unlimited spending–a tropical vacation to somewhere balmy where drinks are served with cute umbrellas in them and white sand is all the eye can see for miles and miles.

She said NO.

I was, quite frankly, hurt. I mean, in a sense we are sistahs because she comes from Brooklyn and I come from upstate NY. To be dissed in such a fashion from a fellow New Yorker was, well, heinous, people.

But it WAS free… and I was in the market for some reading material to lounge by the pool with, cuz the boys are in NY even as we speak and I’m taking a couple of days to chillax.

And then–holy friole.

I forgot all about the fact that I was harshly snubbed, cruelly rejected by Da Kess as I read because this shit was smokin’!

I gotta tell ya, I had to stop every once in awhile during my wordage frenzy to remind myself this was the wee little chick who’d told me to have some chicken soup at RT because my voice was all wonked from yakking so much. Seriously. I did. Then I had to fight off the color green (like deep and emerald) and the word “hack” like every other page from consuming me and infiltrating my writerly insecurities.

Dudes, Jackie Kessler is da bomb! Her words are so beautifully crafted, so tightly woven, I might have wept–’cept I wanted to finish and red eyes are truly unattractive in an almost 42 year old woman. Every bloody sentence is just frickin’ gorgeous.

Not to mention Daun. Mmm-mmm good. I wanted to hate him. He IS doing something bogus to his prey/heroine Virginia by wooing her into what Jackie calls a damnable act of lust–but I just couldn’t. I kept feeling like it was Dexter all over again. You know, the serial killer dude who saves people from other serial killers on Showtime? Who willingly loves a serial killer? Who willingly loves a HERO who’s going to beat down his HEROINE with lascivious acts of naughtiness and doom her soul?

Me.

Virginia was just enough sweet, smart, and innocent to make me love her, but not so much I wanted to gag. She was never overblown just because her role is that of innocence. The two together, were wicked deliciousness.

This book has everything I love in a great read–action, adventure, some funny one-liners I snorted over, tee-riff dialogue–but most of all–it kept me reading until my toes were shriveled from sitting in the pool for so long and my eyeballs wobbled from being so water logged.

I totally can’t recommend this enough. If you like smart, fantastically crafted, witty, intriguing reads–buy a book by Jackie Kessler.

Like NOW

Oh, and I’d put in a link to buy, but I’m too beat down from the fabulousness of Jackie. So just cut and paste, people–I’m still in recovery. LOL - Edited By Ter to fix the link !

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