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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Review: Succubus, Interrupted (Succubus Diaries #3.5) by Jill Myles


Remy's a carefree, easygoing immortal...with a secret. She made a deal with her masters - in exchange for a hundred years of freedom, she'd give them a hundred years of servitude. Pretty sweet deal...until it's time to pay up.

Now, she's about to become enslaved again, and it's up to Jackie to step in and save the day. But will Zane help her? Or will he be happier without Remy at Jackie's side?

My Review

Succubus, Interrupted is a short read – about 39 pages long – but it packs a punch in continuing the series – The Succubus Diaries.

With the twist Gabriel springs on Jackie at the end of My Fair Succubi, we begin Succubus, Interrupted with Jackie and company trying to break into a museum to continue in their search for the missing halos. Remy and Zane are at odds, fighting and bickering at every turn and Jackie is at the end of her rope putting up with their behavior. But when the girls run across a phallic statue and Remy bursts into tears, Jackie realizes something is bothering her best friend.

Coming up empty handed at the museum, Jackie prods Remy for information and finds out Remy, (who has only one living master left as her vampire master died long ago) has traded 100 years of freedom from Isaiah, her angel master, in exchange for 100 years of servitude. Remy’s 100 years of freedom are up and she must now report to Isaiah and live up to her end of her promise. Upon learning her fate, Jackie immediately offers to help her friend.

Coming off a high from My Fair Succubi and my encounter with the ‘Obey My Master’ command function, I was saddened to see there was a negative side to it as well.
*sad julie* In this book, we see that Ethan and Remy have started a relationship and I love them together, so of course he quickly comes on board, determined to help his ‘Remiza’ however he can. Zane also comes along for the ride and together they all try to find a way to free Remy from Isaiah.

Isaiah is all sorts of creepy as he runs a cult-like compound where the women he keeps there serve him unconditionally. It was an all around uncomfortable read knowing what Isaiah expected of ‘his women’, and I was on board getting Remy away from him, ASAP!

Succubus, Interrupted is a sweet & good read, and a great addition to the series. The reason it gets 3 Kisses is because it was too short and the hottt scenes were a bit rushed, though I LOVED the ending of this book. You’ll never believe who comes to Remy’s rescue at the end!

I can’t wait to continue reading the series and find out what happens next!

Remy looked over at me, then nodded. She pulled out a white pile of fabric and handed it to me. “Here’s yours. Isaiah mailed me these a few weeks ago. That’s how I knew it was time.”

It looked like a plain white shift. “What’s this for?”

“You cannot approach Isaiah or his followers unless dressed all in white. He feels that women need extra steps to maintain their purity.”

Gee, I already loved this Isaiah guy. “I bet he’s not thinking about purity when it comes to the strap-ons,” I muttered.

But still, because we were in this far, we hovered next to the car and changed into the weird white robes. Ethan cast Remy and me disapproving looks but didn’t comment. When we were changed, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, very tenderly. “Stay here for me?”

“For you,” he said in a deep, bass voice. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

I gazed down at Zane, still caught in day-slumber due to his vampire nature. His beautiful face was smooth with sleep, and I brushed my fingers over his forehead, sending a quick ‘I love you’ into his dreams. He wouldn’t remember it when he awoke, but it still made me feel better.

“And Zane? You’ll stay with him, Ethan? While he’s vulnerable?”

The enforcer’s eyes flashed and he gave me a stiff bow. “I will watch over him for you, Jackie Brighton.”

“All right then,” I said, and took Remy by the arm. I could feel her trembling. “Let’s go face the music. Together.”

I have to admit, I was expecting all kinds of weird, kinky shit from what Remy had said. But so far… nothing odd. The exterior of the house was a plain, white two-story house with little décor. An enormous garden stretched out behind the house and farm animals dotted a nearby pasture. 

We went to the door and Remy raised her hand to knock, then hesitated. Another full-body tremble swept over her.

I squeezed her arm, aching for my friend. “He’s a cruel master, isn’t he?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” she said with a wry twist of her mouth. “I am nothing to him but a slave. I have no wants and needs of my own in his eyes. I’m just an object. A thing. A brainless thing with boobs.” She shrugged. “I should be grateful that I’ve had my hundred years of freedom. I’m just not feeling so grateful at the moment.”

“Can’t say I blame you for that.”

Remy sucked in a deep breath, then reached out and knocked on the door. I held my own breath, waiting. What would Remy’s master look like? Would he be beautiful? Cruel?

A woman answered the door a few moments later. She was very young, her face clean of makeup and freckled. Her hair was parted down the middle of her scalp and braided tightly into a circle. She wore the same white shift we did, and when I looked down, I noticed her feet were bare. Her eyes widened at the sight of us. “I—I greet you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remy said, waving a hand. “Tell Isaiah I’m here already, okay? Let’s get this over with.”

The woman stared at the two of us for a moment and then dropped into a slight curtsy. “Please wait here.”

A moment later she returned, not with Isaiah, but with another woman. This one was older, garbed the same, with her hair pulled back in the same severe style. Her plain face was disapproving as she stared at Remy and me. “Isaiah told us that Penitence would arrive alone.”

“Her BFF tagged along for the ride,” I said dryly.

“Then you are not here to be Isaiah’s wife?”

“Um, no. Are you both his wives?” Remy pinched my arm but I ignored it.

Both women’s faces curved into small, satisfied little smiles. “All of us at the Sanctuary for the Eternal Angel are brides to Isaiah.”

Remy was silent at my side.

“How lovely,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else.

“You cannot stay here if you are not to serve as a bride.”

I raised my hands up in protest. “Just visiting, I promise.”

That seemed to mollify them, and they exchanged a look. “Very well.”

“Are there many women living here?” I couldn’t help but ask, the bright smile still plastered to my face.

“Only thirty,” the younger one said, then waved us forward. “Please follow me.”

As they began to walk down the long, undecorated hall, I slowed my steps and leaned in close to Remy. “You didn’t tell me he was running a cult, Remy.”

“I think that’s pretty new,” she whispered back. “Though I’m not surprised. He was always a little too cheap to pay for servants.” She gave me an uncertain look. “You can still go, Jackie. I understand.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “You know, we could knock them unconscious and make a break for it.”

“No,” Remy said sadly. “If I run, he’ll find me and then I won’t even get a hundred years of freedom anymore. He’ll just make me serve him forever. I don’t want that. I have to do this.”

I bit my lip and said nothing else. What could I say? Remy was determined to go through with this. All I could do was support her and look for a way to extricate her from this problem.

The women ahead of us opened the door to a large, sunlit room and then bowed their heads, not crossing the threshold. Remy’s steps faltered a little, and I put a hand on her back, comforting her.

I’d been expecting something austere in the room. More cult-like. You know. Sneakers and purple Kool-Aid and rows of bunk beds. To my surprise, the room we entered was a warm, sunny atrium filled with flowering plants of various shapes and sizes. The ceiling was high overhead, the glass curved so it felt like we were in a dome. Not what I’d expected from the plain exterior of the house. It was humid inside, just enough to cling to the skin. A posh Persian rug was thrown over the tile floor and soft harp music played. As we pushed past the leafy plants, the doors shut behind us.



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