Ah, horror, a favorite genre for longer than I've known what a genre is so I tend to be extra critical of it so when I say this one was a pretty damn good read and worth the time spent between its pages, I mean it.
Madison is having a tough time. Shitty, really, what with her son going to the dark side (damn cookies). And it's an interesting premise - creepy, killer children do make for entertaining fiction, especially the demonically-infused variety.
Gracen Miller's Pandora's Box mostly pulls it off. It moves along at a good pace with lots of supernaturally suspenseful scenes and has some interesting characters; Nix, while a bit douchbaggy is adorably so and Amos is wonderfully demented in his I-wanna-suck-momma's-blood evilness and, of course, the badass denizens of Hell. Oh, love those demons. Unfortunately, though she eventually stops blaming the world, Madison's introduction is full of you suck cause you don't know what's wrong with my baby after not telling the doctors the whole story a sour taste but once the story picks up, her attitude slowly improves.
Overall, Pandora's Box left me wanting more. I will be adding The Road to Hell series to my TBR list and suggest y'all do the same.
Enjoy an excerpt...
Phoenix placed a hand over hers, keeping her from tucking away the kit’s contents and motioned to her neck. “You’re bleeding, too.”
Madison touched her throat, shocked when her fingers came away smeared with blood.
“May I?” He held up the medical supplies.
She nodded and watched as he doused gauze with antiseptic. “Dr. Nix at your service.” He gave her a grin, and two adorable dimples charmed her where words failed.
Madison rolled her eyes, and tipped her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off her neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
Madison stared into his eyes. Green. His eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with ridiculously long eyelashes women would dream about having. If they didn’t, they should. A flicker of compassion, concern, and something else she couldn’t identify flashed in his eyes.
“Ready?” The husky tenor of his voice forced her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing. She gave a mental shake but couldn’t resist wondering how his mouth would feel on hers.
“Madison?” Humor deepened his voice, a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she’d been fantasizing about, and she realized she still stared at them. “You ready?” he asked again, and her eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.
She swallowed hard.
“Yeah.” She whispered past the lump in her throat, and forced her vision to lock on the wall over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed like crazy, and she felt woozy.
Loss of blood!
Must be why she reacted that way. No other explanation made sense.
Even though the antiseptic stung like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her. “It’s not bad.” He dabbed the blood away. “Just a nick.”
Well, she could nix the blood loss theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come up with. “I’ve suffered worse.” Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She tried to clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease, because his perceptive gaze met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of concern in his scrutiny.
“This isn’t the first time he’s attacked you?”
“No. It’s the first time he’s tried to seriously kill me, though.” She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready to give up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and acting strange because of strain…not because of him. Seriously, as far as first impressions went, she wasn’t impressed.
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website, Facebook, Twitter, and blog.