MY SYNOPSIS
Imagine this: You’ve been a vampire for a while. You’ve
experienced the perks and cons besides the amazing shags that seem ten times
better (because you are doing the Prince of Vampires). But you find yourself in
hell after killing your demon father and your de-mom. A few minutes in hell and you encounter talking walls and
smooth floors. Whoever said all hell was ridden with fire?
Then allow yourself to trudge the floors of hell and find
out the official soundtrack to hell is Journey, and you have a sweet cousin who’s
a demon, and Satan your uncle. Fuck. The Prince of Darkness is your uncle?
Consider yourself a freak of nature. And he wouldn’t let you leave hell until
you get to know your family. Bam! Suddenly you find out you are a demon too.
But what the hell is everyone going on in hell about you
being special, your grandfather, Mother Nature, the Seven Sins (who are also
your cousins), and the Hell Hounds who talk with their eyebrows? When all you
want to do is go home to your Prince of Vampires (because you are getting horny
as your time extends in hell) and give birth to the child you are expecting on
earth not some fucked-up place.
But Satan has an agenda besides ensuring Steve Perry finds
his way to hell (so he’d stop doing Journey covers) and being the king of all
trickery, it might not be in your favor.
MY REVIEW
I loved, loved this book. So you know I’ll be screaming at
you to get it.
Off late, I feel reluctant to pick up Robyn Peterman’s
titles. Why? Because I know if I do I’d have a blast. No uncertainty, I’m just
so sure of this that it gets tiring sometimes. (Oh, no, another Peterman book
again? *eyeroll, eyeroll*).
The story-line is ah-mazing!
Very unique as with all other Peterman titles. I mean, we’ve all read books
about hell, but have we one that confirms that Dante’s nine levels are really fiction-fiction? Or one that portray
gives us more details about the music preferences and the level of aristocracy
in hell (where there’s always a ball to attend?). Such creativity and
not-done-before-ness is what I expect of a book. And Robyn nails it as always.
Having read and reviewed Fashionably Dead (the first
installment), it’s no surprise to you who read that review that I loved Astrid.
Humorous, warm and deep for a (half) vampire (half demon). Her voice is amazing
and sticks to the chick-lit side of this story without making this all one big
paranormal bore. A star to her. After all, what’s a sassy girl to do when she
turns undead (in hell and finds out Satan is their uncle)? (It could happen to
you).
The characters in
this book made reading it absolutely wonderful. From Carl, the really buffed
demon guy who’s pro-fur (alert PETA!) and has the speech deficit of speaking on
his tongue that makes every sentence he attempts sound ridiculous. Myrtle, the party waitress in hell who’s
accustomed to bingeing on the treats for guests. Dante, Hemmingway (yes, all
your real literary heroes) were really captured by Robyn in a way that would
suit their personality if you new them in real life. Satan himself, had a charm
no reader can resist and some sense of humor when he’d laugh back at all the
insults hurled at him by Astrid. God was present, Mother Nature (who
pole-dances), the Hell Hounds, the Seven Sins. Oh, they all made this book
worth reading. So many others I cannot keep going on and on about.
One of Robyn’s main elements to keep readers glued is
suspense through a series of anti-climaxes. When I say anti-climaxes I do not
mean the ones that make you throw your book across the room or simply press the
close button on your kindle. Robyn’s keeps you gingered for the final battle
ahead even if there’s…. won’t give much out.
Humor checked. That’s like a requirement for all Robyn’s
titles. If they are not then perhaps you can be imagining someone repeatedly
banging her head against her writing desk and threatening her not to write
anything amusing. (But even with that you can expect more ridiculous craziness
to persist).
So I’m giving this book five stars (as usual).
You can get Robyn’s amazing Fashionably Dead Down Under on
amazon. You do not need to read Fashionably Dead to pick up on the pace of this
book. But both are a must-read and you can’t get a bra without getting some
nice panties (what am I saying??) so go get that one too.
You can also win this book as part of five paperbacks going away in this rafflecopter.
I recommend this book to anyone who loves their chick-lit
with a little paranormal adventure. Anyone who loves heroines hilarious. Anyone
who loves authors that are hilarious. Anyone who wants to spend a few days of
their summer in Robyn’s hell (Fuck Dante’s).
My work not done here. Off to post my review on Goodreads.


