Motor City Fae
by Cindy Spencer Pape
Book 1 of Urban Arcana Series
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
What I Liked:
This appears to have been Cindy Spencer Pape’s debut novel. For a debut, I enjoyed it. There was nothing in the author bio about previous publications, so I assumed it was her first book. You know what happens when you assume. Well, I made an a– out of me, at least. The author has multiple books out, most for Ellora’s Cave. And some of them I have apparently read before, given the covers that look suspiciously like covers in my current library. I’m a little surprised that they didn’t include in the bio that she had been published multiple times. Of course, I suppose it might not matter to most readers, but to someone who likes to compare authors to their previous work, I would have liked to have known ahead of time who I was reading. Could have done my own reading, of course, but it was just a little strange to have someone with such a varied publishing history not list her books.
I thought the sexual tension between Ric and Meagan was well-done, and was crucial to the out-play of the plot, which I always appreciate a lot. The romantic element was satisfying. I’m interested to see where she goes from here. I liked Ric (the bard–very clever, the way she built his character), and Meagan didn’t annoy me, either. I think for people who are die-hard fans of Fae novels like Karen Marie Moning’s work, this might not quite be up-to-snuff. But then again, I’m not sure I can think of a novel (Fae or not) that could be up-to-snuff with KMM. Still, I will probably always compare Fae work to hers. And while this book was interesting, and well-written, I kept wanting more. I think I’ll reserve total judgment until I read the rest of the books in the series, because Pape is obviously a good writer, and there’s more story to be told here.
If you’re new to the Fae world, I’d definitely pick up this book. It’s well-written, it’s interesting, the character arc is very nice, and the love scenes are good. Also, anytime you can support Carina (the all-digital imprint of Harlequin), I think it’s money well-spent.
Detroit artist Meagan Kelly has had a strong sixth sense all her life, but that doesn’t mean the gorgeous stranger’s crazy story—that she’s a half-elf, half human heiress—is true. But Meagan can’t deny the evidence of her own eyes—he’s Fae. A tall, blond, handsome, pointy-eared elf—and a man she just can’t get enough of.
Ric Thornhill’s assignment just got a lot more complicated. The more time he spends with Meagan, the harder it is to see her as a political tool to prevent an all-out war between humans and Fae.
Now Meagan’s in a race to master her newly released powers in time to prevent the conflict, convince a jealous Queen not to strip Ric of his powers, and find out if she can build a life that straddles two worlds.
Suburban Detroit was a truly odd place.
Ric Thornhill’s vintage Jaguar convertible roared down Woodward Avenue, a wide car-clogged boulevard lined with all manner of businesses from elegant boutiques to seedy liquor stores. To his right loomed an enormous stone church that could have been in medieval Europe. On the left was a strip mall with a Chinese restaurant, a nail salon and a paycheck advance center.
Find Emery of Rose’s long-lost daughter before the next Seelie Council meeting, or live out a miserable human lifespan as a powerless mortal. That was the geas that his boss, the elven queen, had cast on Ric. In other words, find the girl or die. His death sentence would simply take forty or fifty years to be carried out. The geas was a result of telling Her Majesty off the last time she’d sent him on a fool’s errand. One would think he’d have learned by now to keep his mouth shut. The sad part was that on this job, he’d have done his best anyway. The fate of both realms could hang in the balance if he didn’t.
In over eight centuries of existence, he’d been in plenty of sticky situations, but none as bad as this. He’d started the search in New York, where Emery had died. No luck there. He’d also tried Windsor, Ontario, the hometown of Emery’s human wife. Nothing. Two other agents of the queen had mysteriously disappeared or been killed and now Ric was the only one left. And he was here in Detroit on nothing more than a hunch held by one of Emery’s cousins. Aidan Greene believed his missing relative was somewhere nearby. Now Ric only had five days remaining and he’d gotten nowhere but here, which wasn’t good.
The place was dismal and depressing—hot, gray and muggy on this August afternoon and the five-o’clock Friday traffic royally sucked. Ric had spent the last week checking out every new-age shop, so-called psychic and alternative club in the area—every place he could think of that a half-Fae would be drawn to. If his mediocre scrying skills hadn’t led him to the right place this time, he was probably toast. He was supposed to be at a certain corner in Royal Oak at a certain time. Yeah, he had lots of info to go on.
He accelerated through a yellow light, cranked up the volume on his stereo and settled his black Ray-Ban sunglasses on his nose despite the overcast day. What the hell, might as well go down in style.