It would be simpler for Riley and Clark to stay enemies if it weren’t for Danan’s signature evocation of horniness — blended here with just a soupçon of pain kink, as a treat.
The sexiness is more cutting than her previous two books, with a bright acid pop that brings out the richness.
For sheer defiance, you can’t beat Maria Vale’s MOLLY MOLLOY AND THE ANGEL OF DEATH (Sungrazer, 273 pp., paperback, $14.99) — a weird, adorable stunner of a romance.
Molly is no stranger to Death.
He absently pats her on the back when he shows up in her grandmother’s hospital room and she nearly chokes on an atomic chicken wing.
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Riley, Clark, Maria Vale’s MOLLY MOLLOY, Molly, He’s, absently pats