I generally don't care for the changeling parings as too many fight the bond (and if the heroine is psy, the hero's first thought seems to be "kill her").  Valentin however, saw his mate, and is making her notice him one way or the other.  She, when she thought about it, realized her Silence was failing as she didn't send him packing.

Naturally, there must be some kink in this - hero happy to have found The One, heroine realizing there's something about him, and accepting him makes for a short story.  She's a telepath...and she hears everything.  Being Silent allowed her to block that aspect of her classification.  By not being Silent, her barriers started failing fast.  Surgery was elected.  Her grandmother pointed out to him that he could have suggested options - I imagine if she'd pulled from the Psy-net, the noise would have been more bearable.

In any case, the surgery made her emotionless.  The bond refused to be denied, and the H making himself present sped things along.

At the end of the book - Bo is in a coma, having gotten between a sniper and his sister, and not expected to survive.  Since the latest book is about him...

This was the book that made our kitten very happy, because she had her human beside her for longer as I read "a few more pages" before getting up properly.

Silver Mercant lives with absolute control over her life, after all her life depends on it. Valentin Nikolaev is a were-bear and determined to disrupt her regular life. Thankfully so when she keels over from poisoning he's on the scene and able to help ensure that things aren't as bad as they could be. Afterwards he brings her to the Bear home and they find out how much they mean to each other.

The roadbumps are interesting and I liked how things were resolved.

An intriguing first part to 'When a Born Wolf Howls.' Stiles and Peter come together to avert a problem from the Alpha Pack. No sex in this fic.

'Stiles looked between (Derek and Peter), slowly catching on to what they were talking about. “I was in danger because crazy Uncle Peter rubbed his creepy wolfy love cooties all over me?” he asked, giving Peter a particularly impressive stink eye.'

I sold what has to be less than 1/6th of my collection to my work place today and expected little.  1/6th of my collection translated into about 4.5 plastic crates, full mainly of the esoteric non fiction that I would never get to any way.

I got $75.

So I sold the vestigial parts of my collection that I have amassed over the years, like a sad hoarder that I am, and bought stuff to help me (hopefully) add to my luck with losing weight.  Like bento boxeeesss.

While I waited for my offer, I was reading more into the Levin book that I picked out during my last lunch break.  Color me surprised so far - I am not used to reading much, besides shorter fiction, that has such an adept use of just enough description so as to make you feel as though you can see the story as it unfolds.  I mean, am I the only one sick of pages upon pages of heaped on description so that the pace becomes bogged down and we're being forced to envision everything to the exact, minute, sometimes bullshit detail from the author's imagination?

I will say, the old timers of the thriller genre certainly know how to write cinematically. Oh, I also love the manga Beserk, or at least, the first one.  Guts gets shit done, something I can appreciate.

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