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Prymal Obsession, October 2014 Pyrmal #2 by Jianne Carlo Hartwood Publishing Featuring: Brut Jurango; Sidonie Walker ISBN: 1629160814 EAN: 2940150317628 Kindle: B00NKN69D6 e-Book Add to Wish List Purchase Kindle Barnes & Noble

"Another sexy story in this highly addictive series!"

Prymal Obsession
Jianne Carlo

Reviewed by Miranda Owen
Posted November 12, 2014

Romance Paranormal

PRYMAL OBSESSION is Book two in Jianne Carlo's Prymal series. This series is so addictive. When Sidonie Walker was first introduced, near the end of the previous book, I wasn't sure that I would like her. She seemed like a primped man-eater. However, in PRYMAL OBSESSION, it's revealed that Sid is not what she appears to be. Brut calls her sexy trappings her armor but she corrects him and calls it her crutch. I love how Jianne Carlo weaves together a sexy romance, an action-packed story, and an interesting character study.

A kidnapping and a mystery surrounding money drives much of the action in PRYMAL OBSESSION. At the opening of this story Sidonie finds that her business partner, and surrogate younger brother, Davy is missing and presumed kidnapped. Luckily for her, she is friends with some big, bad dudes who are experts at finding people and taking care of business. Among them is standoffish hottie Brut Jurango. The danger involved with Davy's situation, the mystery of what exactly happened to him and how everything is connected adds interest to the story without obscuring the romance. The developing relationship between Sidonie an Brut remains the central story in PRYMAL OBSESSION.

Like the previous story in this Prymal series, the story is told from both points of view. I enjoy this and think it makes the main characters easier to understand. Jianne Carlo did a fabulous job adding depth to Sidonie and exploring her past. This story showed her vulnerabilities and made me like her. Brut made me melt with his sexiness but also with his poetic endearments for Sidonie. However, he is an interesting contradiction. I don't think he means to, but he sends Sid some mixed messages. On the one hand, he tries to keep his distance emotionally but he also ties her closer to him at every turn. His past makes his conflicted emotions understandable. The romance between them is both tender and incredibly erotic.

PRYMAL OBSESSION is an exciting and erotic romance with complex characters. I look forward to seeing what Jianne Carlo has in store for other characters like Kydd Kolton and Apache. I can't wait for the next book! Jianne Carlo writes the perfect blend of exquisite naughtiness and great story-telling.

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SUMMARY

The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…

Brut Jurango’s pack is one of butt-ugly misfits, and he’s devoted to each and every member. When his mate and his entire pack are slaughtered, he lives for one sole purpose–revenge. Brut’s a mixed breed, wolf, panther, and human. He had a mate, and shifters are supposed to have only one in a lifetime. So why can’t he resist Sidonie Walker’s call? Or is this just one more lie proliferated by the Wylfen?

Excerpt

She stamped her foot. A trick taught to her by Larry Spector, her motivational coach cum mental and physical boot camp trainer.

Fight cerebral paralysis with physical activity.

When you’re depressed, get moving. Her actions jerky, she peeled the sodden garments from her chilled flesh, slid the door open, and tossed the clothes into the sink.

It had been over half a decade since she assumed control of her life. She’d clawed and scraped to become her own person, and by all the gods in the universe, she wasn’t ceding that power to anyone. Not even Brut Jurango.

“No more thinking about Brut Jurango.” Another Larry Spector tenet: vocalize your intentions and then act upon them. Sid nudged the door closed.

“I’m not a coward. No more knee-jerk reactions.”

No more being too terrified to pee.

She adjusted the water temperature, waited for the goose bumps to dissipate, and grabbed the shampoo. While she washed her hair and showered, Sid analyzed all that had happened in the last few weeks.

Davy vanished three weeks ago.

He and a buddy set out on a trip to Rosarito, a coastal Mexican town, to party yes, but also to check out a recently two-starred Michelin farm-to-table restaurant. Davy had both workaholic and OCD tendencies, and the long hours spent laboring over the tapas menu had left him overwrought and bone-weary. Sid suggested the weekend excursion, and she hadn’t been worried when Davy didn’t show up on Monday. Davy was a creature of impulse and his timeliness suffered constantly because of it.

When Davy didn’t contact her by Monday night, Sid phoned him only to have the call go to voice mail. She texted him repeatedly. By Tuesday she started to panic. The Grape Escape’s grand opening loomed, she had no chef, and worse, the boy-man she loved and considered a younger brother had disappeared.

“Where are you Davy?” Sid thunked her head on the tiles and turned off the shower. She had stayed sane since Davy vanished by not letting her mind wander to Davy being tortured or raped. “Lycus went to the East Coast. Why? Is what Davy’s involved in linked to our culinary school?”

The shower door slid open.

Sid froze. The steam blurred her vision. The bathroom exhaust fan went on overdrive and the thick mists cleared to reveal Brut Jurango, arms outstretched. A chocolate bath sheet hung tautly between his hands.

Her palms itched to yank into the instinctive cup-her-breasts defensive reaction. Instead, she glued her wrists to her sides. Didn’t attempt to hide her truculent outrage or her nudity. “What do you want?”

His mouth curved. “That’s been obvious from day one, Sidonie. You’ve been in the shower for nineteen minutes. I thought you might have drowned.”

Sid locked out her shaking knees. Brut’s wolfish grin mesmerized her. That dazzling brief beam sent her pulse into hopscotching fits and starts. He had a boyish smile. Who’d have guessed?

Unable to muster enough gray matter to compose a virulent retort, far less connect actual vocal cords, Sid didn’t resist when he flipped the towel to her back, see-sawed the soft cotton a few times across her shoulders and rear, and swaddled her in the warm terry. He tucked the ends together at her collarbone. Nosed her forehead and said, “I’ve been waiting outside that door for seventeen of those nineteen minutes.”

Mother Mary, he smelled incredible. She’d never been this close to him before today. His proximity proved intoxicating. Breathing in his musky aroma served to multiply the pace at which she pictured his naked body parts. He’d be cut with that V shape right at his hips and groin. His café latte complexion would be all over. No white lines. Did he masturbate on a regular basis?

“Hold that thought.”

What thought? His cocky attitude sparked her belligerence. “You can’t read my mind. You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

He fingered her ear. Smoothed a dripping curl off her cheek. “I can scent your desire. I can also smell your fear and worry. Know that when you speak aloud, even in an almost imperceptible whisper, I hear you.”

She whipped her head back. “No way. I don’t care if you have wolf and cat in you—”

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