Book Review - Just My Blood Type

Book Title: Just My Blood Type

Genre: Urban fantasy, Paranormal romance

Word Count: 9K

Formats: All formats available

Author Bio: Carrie Clevenger enjoys documentaries that feed her mind, sweet red wine, music,and coffee. Sometimes she writes shitty poetry and short stories that have bad endings. She’s constantly seen with an electronic cigarette in her hand and has a horrid fear of meeting people. She is currently hosting promotions for the horror-punk band Dead Now Evil while simultaneously penning her first novel Crooked Fang in Austin, Texas. Email her at crookedfang@gmail.com.

Author Bio: A somewhat grumpy author and editor, Nerine Dorman lives in Cape Town, South Africa. In case you were wondering, that’s right at the bottom of the Dark Continent. She is overly fond of red wine and cheese, no longer has enough time to read books and sometimes entertains ideas of playing her guitars again. Whenever she gets the urge to make music, she opens a fresh document and writes another novel instead. It’s safer that way. Email her at nerinedorman@gmail.com.

Synopsis: Romance author Therese von Willegen is bored out of her mind in her motel room. When she receives a mysterious text message telling her to meet a stranger at a bar called Pale Rider, she isn’t at all prepared for the hunk of tall, dark and looming who’s waiting for her.

Xan Marcelles thinks it’s quite amusing when a literary agent asks him to interview her author. After all, he is pretty darn sure he is obscure as hell in Pinecliffe, Colorado. What appeal could the bassist in the band, Crooked Fang, have to an author?

But then again, mind you, he’s also a vampire.

Review: Just My Blood Type is a short book acting as a teaser for an upcoming novel, Crooked Fang, by Carrie Clevenger. Despite its brevity, Just My Blood Type packs enough punch to leave you wanting more. Scoring big in Characterization and Writing Style/Technique, Carrie Clevenger and Nerine Dorman excel at creating two characters that are intensely likable and real. A few minor formatting issues aside, this story scored high in most categories, Dialogue and Plot/Pacing being two of them. Written from both characters points of view, the story is paced perfectly, rising and slowing at just the right points. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut, but it isn’t overdone or forced. The writing style matches perfectly with the content. It’s gritty and sexy and in your face. It produces the kind of sexiness missing in much of today’s vampire literature.

You won’t find any bedazzled vampires here. Xan Marcelles is hot. He’s all man, except he’s not—he’s a vampire. Echoes of Anne Rice’s Lestat come to mind. And Therese isn’t some shrinking violet. She knows what she wants and she goes after it, despite that she knows something is off about Xan—those fangs of his are just suspicious enough to keep her wondering.

In such a short amount of time, I found myself cheering these two characters on. I was very disappointed when the story ended. As far as book teasers go, Just My Blood Type seems to be at the top of its game. I can’t wait to read Carrie Clevenger’s Crooked Fang.