"fun fantasy thriller"
Not to long ago, Aisling Grey was just a courier making
her first delivery in Paris when she meets Drake Vireo,
part man part green dragon and totally insisting she is
his wyvern's mate. She somehow conjures up her own demon,
who turns out to be a loud mouthed Newfoundland canine who
speaks English in public. She reluctantly accepts that
she is the Guardian/Keeper of the Gates to Hell but has no
idea what to do. She travels to Budapest to attend the 238th convention of
supernatural beings the GODTAM (Guardians, Oracles,
Diviners, Theurgists, and Mages) seeking a teacher. To
her chagrin except for the elation of her traitorous
feminine parts, Drake is also staying at the Thermal Hotel
Danu on Margaret Island. As Drake calls her "Mate" and a
Diviner makes her drop fruits on her breasts, someone
steals the amulet her uncle assigned to her to deliver.
Since she cannot afford to give up her day job and unable
to find a mentor to live long enough to teach her Guardian
101, like any tyro Guardian amongst these professionals,
Aisling searches for the purloined amulet. The sequel to the fun fantasy thriller YOU SLAY ME is a
delightfully amusing tale. The feisty American star is in
Hungary seeking to find her Yoda so that she can learn how
to use the force, but sidetracked by her need to recover
the amulet and by her Mate who can fire her up with one
glance. Fans will enjoy this fine tale as Aisling
realizes she is now one of the weird, but struggles with
being identified as a Guardian and as the Mate. Harriet Klausner
Reviewed by Harriet Klausner
Posted April 25, 2005
SummaryI'm Aisling Grey, and apparently I'm irresistible...
Being quite the novice Guardian/Keeper of the Gates to Hell,
I decided to get in touch with my otherworldly self by
attending a convention of supernatural beings in Budapest.
For my other career as a courier (with a somewhat tarnished
reputation), I have to deliver a priceless amulet to a
hermit, much to the amusement of Jim, my wise-cracking fury
Newfoundland demon. He should be happy that I was able to
squeak through customs with a talking dog...
And guess who just happens to be staying at the same hotel
as I am? Drake. You remember him. The Wyvern of the Green
Dragons? My so-called "mate?" The man who literally fires me
up, and makes me act like a love-struck schoolgirl? That
Drake.
Meanwhile, mortal men are falling at my feet. I don't know
if it's the Hungarian air or what, but it's downright
embarrassing. All I want to do is find a Guardian mentor to
help me control my powers. Should be easy—except that
every Guardian I meet with winds up dead. I'm starting to
get a complex...
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