Bone Crossed by Patricia Briggs
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Book #4 in the Mercedes Thompson (aka Mercy) series. **May contain spoilers**
Okay, so just how much crap does one character need thrown at them to maintain a semblance of reality? This book takes place one week after her traumatic assault in Book #3 Iron Kissed. One week. Really, we couldn’t have put some space in between events here? The book begins with Stefan suddenly popping into existence in her house, tortured, starved and mutilated with the warning that Marsilla, head of the local seethe, has declared her life and those around Mercy forfeit. Everyone decides Mercy should get out of town for a while, an lo! an “old friend” shows up on Mercy’s dilapidated doorstep asking for help with a ghost.
Off to Seattle Mercy goes, only to run afoul of The Monster Vampire, Blackburn. Stefan, in order to save her, makes her one of his by swapping blood.
Mercy comes back to TriCities because Marsilla has agreed to negotiate ala trial style with the werewolves and Mercy must take the Chair to help prove/disprove Stefan’s innocence in a plot against Marcilla.
Mercy and Adam seal their mate bond and pack bond in a spectacular style that involves much fainting.
Mercy is kidnapped by The Monster and must rescue not only herself, but her friend’s family from the vampire, two vampire ghosts and one fae.
And let’s not forget she’s still having panic attacks.
Sheesh. Why don’t’ we just turn Mercy into a vampire/shapewalker/werewolf/fae and be done with it. Then all our paranormal folks can live in peace because she won’t be a threat to anyone because she’s bonded with everyone.
Other than that, the book is a decent quick read.
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