I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Entice by Erica Crouch
Published by Patchwork Press on November 19, 2013
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
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Also in this series: Ignite, Incite
Also by this author: Ignite, Incite
With the aftertaste of Heaven still strong, Pen and Azael cloak themselves in their new demonic destinies, fighting for Lucifer against the angels. Pen, warring against former friends turned vengeful enemies, still struggles with defecting to Hell. But in one short battle, they go from forgotten to famous, thrust into the spotlight where she has no room for uncertainty.
Suddenly top-tiered demons, they’re tasked with seeing through hell’s new agenda: corrupting man. But tarnishing Eden isn’t as simple as they thought it would be, especially when they’re forced to work with another team of demons who are trying to claw their way up the ladder of power.
I’m so happy we get to see what exactly happened when they tried to corrupt man. These two characters had their work cut out for them.
I love Pen even more after reading this. It seems she’s always had a hard time completely giving in to the darkness. She also notices right away that Azael is embracing the workings of Hell. I didn’t care for him in Ignite, and I still don’t care for him now. If anything I may dislike him more.
I love Pen’s way with words. It’s absolutely beautiful. Entice is fast paced, and a great look into Pen and Azael’s descent to Hell. Also Lucifer really skeeves me out. I wonder how much he knows about the future….
When I reach the door to our room, I notice it’s open a crack. I stop and hold out my hand to Azael, silencing him. I press myself up against the cold, rocky wall and pull out the dagger from my belt. Az slides up next to me on the wall, brandishing his own weapon, and nods.
Who’s inside? he asks.
I peek through the crack and see a shadow shift across the room, long and thin. I can’t see. You didn’t let anyone—?
Why would I let someone in our room?
A few seconds pass, and I hear the clinking sound of the vials in Azael’s nightstand roll into one another.
They’re touching my stuff! He goes to push around me, but I hold him back with my arm, pinning him against the wall.
Shut up and wait a second. I lean closer to the door, training my ears to pick up the muffled sound of shuffling footsteps. There’s a soft padding of rubber soles on ice just on the other side of the door, and I hold up three fingers for Az. Ready?
He nods and tightens his grip on his scythe.
I spin my blade around in my palm, readjusting my hold, and lower one finger, then two. Now!
Together, we throw our weight into the door, knocking over whomever waits on the other side for us. They go sliding across the ground and slam into the wall at the foot of Azael’s bed.
As I charge forward, I notice it’s a man with dark, unkempt hair, dressed plainly in black clothes. Before he can even raise his head to see us, we descend on him. I pin down his chest with my knee, shifting my weight into his ribs and holding my dagger to his throat as Azael steps on his arms, stopping them from scrabbling for purchase of something he could use as a weapon.
“Name?” Azael demands.
The man stops moving and lets out an annoyed sigh. “Could you let me sit up?”
“Give us a name and we’ll consider it,” I answer him, glancing at Azael.
“I see you two will be even more difficult than I was made aware.” The man tosses his head back, throwing the hair away from his face.
He’s younger than I would have guessed him to be, based on his height and posture. He has a mess of scruff across his narrow, pointed jaw and high cheekbones that give his face a sunken look. I notice his bright violet eyes and remember I’m staring back at him with similar ones. Violent violet—the hue of the damned.