REVIEW of To Mate an Assassin by Ceri Grenelle -- Blog Tour

I've always been a sucker for books with strong and cool female leads. I don't know if it has anything to do with feminism, but I just prefer women who can take care of themselves and not have to be rescued all the time. To Mate an Assassin promises that and a whole lot more. I can only take too much before I cave, so no judging!

Title: To Mate an Assassin
Author: Ceri Grenelle
Publication Date: July 28, 2015
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
Source: Copy Given by Author and Tour Organizer
Love is her enemy…until his beast sets her free.
Cymbeline Kendall’s life is quiet, solitary—until a letter appears in her P.O. box. Then she becomes an Incendiary, a human chosen at birth to be trained to strike like lightning to take out the most dangerous of the Werekind, then fade back into the shadows.
She is a weapon only to be used by the leader of North American shifters. But when she learns the Alphar was unseated three years ago, she sets out to find who’s been pulling her trigger.
Kerrick Masterson has borne the burden of leadership for only a short time, yet he already feels the Alphar power tempting his soul toward the insanity that destroyed his predecessor. He has no time for the woman who breaks into his compound claiming to be his Incendiary, but his beast insists he make the time—for his mate.

In one searing, soul-consuming breath, everything Cymbeline was taught to believe is ripped away. Yet the mystery of who’s been sending her orders remains…and finding the answer could lead to all-out war.

Warning: Contains an assassin who doesn’t tolerate those who hurt the weak, and a shifter leader determined to unlock his new mate’s repressed emotions—even if that puts his balls at risk. Explicit sex, violence, and references to abuse that could be rough on sensitive readers.

Cymbeline Kendall is physically strong but emotionally dead--almost. The only thing she allows herself to feel is anger and impatience. She went through a lot of pain to become who she is now and she's not willing to change because somebody tells her something about "true self".
Kerrick Masterson is a strong and capable Alpha. However, it feels as though he's constantly fighting with himself, even more so when he met his mate. He instantly feels the pull, and he has no intention of fighting it. If only she would stop fighting so damn hard too.
From the very first page, I already knew that I would end up liking this book a lot. I absolutely loved Cymbeline; she's strong, independent, and has a dark sense of humor. Actually, To Mate an Assassin as a whole, has this sarcastic-like dark humor that really appealed to me. I don't really read lots of werewolf books, so I don't know if the storyline is kind of cliche, but for me, I liked it. There were unexpected twists, fight scenes that made me grit my teeth from utter excitement, and steaming hot intimate scenes that was just off the charts. (Spoiler alert! There are lots of biting and blood. Yum.) I should note that I am quite picky when it comes to sexed-up books, because I've already read quite a lot of them. The story progresses really well, the pace fast, but not confusing. I got to say, at first I thought the lead characters were going to jump each others bones quite early, but I was very wrong, and I liked it. They--or rather, Cymbeline--didn't give in to the need too soon. There was build up to the sexual tension, and it was well worth it, in my opinion. I didn't expect it to have that kind of ending though, but hey! There's room for more.

To Mate an Assassin is an engaging and exciting book that continues on a perfect pace. I give it 4.5 stars, and I look forward to reading the following instalments in the series.

“Let me see it,” he said. She’d sensed him approaching, even though his tread was silent as the grave, but hadn’t had the energy to keep running. The Alphar’s shadow appeared before her, not waiting for her compliance before gently taking her hand to examine the wound.

 “Shut up. Kiss me. Say it. Let me see it.” She mimicked to his downturned face as he sniffed the cut. “Ever heard of asking?”

 “Not when it comes to you, apparently.” He glanced up with a short smile before turning back to her hand.

 Her body slumped against the tree, the poison taking hold of her limbs. The Alphar scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and began to run back towards The Mansion.

“No,” she slurred against his chest. Mmm, he smelled good. “Don’t want to go back.”

 “You’ve got Vryk blood in your system.”

 “Won’t kill me.” She thought she’d smelled Vryk on the creature that had flung her back into the forest. What the hell was a Vryk doing attacking her? She had never had an issue with any Vryks. In fact she had worked amicably with many in this area in the past.

 “No, but it will leave you paralyzed and helpless for about a day.”

 “Leave me.”

 “You really are crazy if you want me to leave you, my mate, in the middle of a forest crawling with my enemies when paralyzed and vulnerable. Even if you weren’t my mate I wouldn’t do that.”

 A horn honked as they reached the road. Cymbeline tried to lift her head and realized she was truly paralyzed when it just lolled with every step the bastard Alphar took. A large, black van was pulled over on the side of the road. A blonde woman in a crisp, navy-blue pants suit leaned against the van and was speaking on a phone as she waved them over.

 “Leave me,” Cymbeline mumbled again as her vision turned hazy. He took a rough step and her head lulled towards his chest. She could scent the dark, intangible thing telling her she wanted to stay in his arms, that it was okay to give in to him. Ignoring the whispers, she fought like hell to stay awake. But try as she might to keep her eyes open and her senses keen, she knew she would pass out soon and did not want to be left in the tender care of this man, no matter how amazing he smelled. Seriously, was this natural?

 Pissed off with her failing strength, she took out her anger on the closest victim. With the last of her ebbing energy she shot her hand up and smacked the Alphar’s forehead.

 He stopped walking, staring down at her incredulously. “You used the last of your strength to slap me?”

 She couldn’t speak anymore so she just glared, willing him to let her go with the power of her angry stare. Instead of reacting angrily or haughtily as she’d assumed a man of his status would, he shook his head and grinned, leaning in to place a small yet firm kiss on her forehead.

 “Sleep. I swear no harm will come to you.”

 Staring into his black eyes as she succumbed to darkness, she almost wanted to believe him. Almost.

I've always had an active imagination. An imagination that usually took form in the way of zoning out in the middle of conversations. I eventually decided it was time to share my daydreaming with the world and began to put my musings on paper. It started with Harry Potter fanfiction and grew from there.

I am currently living it up in Northern California after a big move from New York City. And by living it up I mean staying home with my cats, obsessively watching episodes of my favorite TV shows, all of which are extremely geeky, and simultaneously reading the next book on my reading list. I do all this while trying not to pig out on unhealthy snacks. As you can tell, I lead a busy life.

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