The Prince by Sylvain Reynard
I'm not the Paranormal Maven around here. That title goes to Marissa; but I am a huge fan of Sylvain Reynard. SR has a remarkable gift for storytelling and can bring the story to life with his beautiful prose. The Prince is a perfect bridge between the Gabriel Trilogy and the the new Florentine series. I can't wait for the next book in the series.
When it comes to paranormal, I am a tough customer. You've got to really dazzle me to snag me. But, having enjoyed The Gabriel Trilogy, I found myself with a copy of The Prince and some time to kill. So here we are on the other side, and I think….
I’m still not a paranormal girl…
The snobby prose that I found charming in Gabriel, didn’t charm me as much in The Prince. The main character of the story seems to be... Italy? The cover is... is that the vampire dad from Twilight?... Then all the brooding paranormal things of paranormality… I don't know. Dazzled? Meh. However, The Prince is an essential bridge between Gabriel and the new Florentine series, and I’m still curious enough to continue on and give The Raven a chance.
Bottom line: If you are a fan of mysterious grudge-holding vampires, Italy, and using your dictionary, you will probably love The Prince. (3-1/2 stars) [January 2015]
Julia glanced over his shoulder at the fountain.
She sighed. “It’s hard for me to leave.”
“But we’ll be together.” He tugged her into his arms. “Tonight I’ll help you touch the stars. And
when you fall back to earth, I promise to catch you.”
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In the distance, the Prince could hear voices and muffled sounds.
He approached silently, almost floating across the floor.
Desperate groans and the rustling of fabric filled his ears, along with the twin sounds of rapidly beating hearts. He could smell their scents, the
aromas heightened due to their sexual arousal.
He growled in reaction.
The corridor was shrouded in darkness but the Prince could see that the professor had his wife up against a window between two statues, her legs
wrapped around his waist.
Her voice was breathy as she spoke, but the Prince tuned out her words, moving closer so he could catch a glimpse of her lovely face.
At the sight of it, flushed with passion, his old heart quickened and he felt the stirrings of arousal.
It was not his custom to observe rather than participate. But on this occasion, he decided to make an exception. Careful to remain in the darkness, he
moved to the wall opposite the couple.
The woman squirmed in her lover’s arms, her high heels catching on his tuxedo jacket. Her fingers flew to his neck, undoing his bow tie and tossing it
carelessly to the floor.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and her mouth moved to his chest, as murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips.
The Prince felt more than desire as he watched the woman’s eager movements. He caught a glimpse of her exquisite mouth and the toss of her long hair
that would no doubt feel like silk between his fingers.
She lifted her head to smile at the man who held her close and he could see love in her eyes.
The unveiling of a set of priceless illustrations of Dante's Divine Comedy at the Uffizi Gallery in Florence exposes Professor Gabriel Emerson and his beloved wife, Julianne, to a mysterious enemy.
Gabriel may have acquired the illustrations only a few years ago, but unbeknownst to him, they were stolen a century earlier from the ruler of Florence's underworld.
Now one of the most dangerous beings in the city is determined to reclaim his prize and exact his revenge on the Emersons--but not before he uncovers something disturbing about Julianne...