AMYM: The Mamluk Who Defied Death (New York Vampire, #1.5) by K.D. McQuain Published by Black Marque Press on September 1st 2016
Pages: 153
Format: ebook
Source: Goodreads
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Sometimes, death is just the beginning.
It's 1811, the spring wind blowing out of the western desert heralds disaster for the Mamluks of Egypt. Cairo is tearing itself apart in its struggle for modernization. Amym, a former Georgian slave soldier, seizes an opportunity to secure the freedom of the woman he loves. He must navigate the political unrest of a nation in turmoil and risks more than just his life to be with his childhood sweetheart. But the political intrigue and violence of an unstable nation force him to flee the only home he has ever known and fall into the grips of an evil that has lain in hiding for centuries. Will he find a way for them to be together while those around them die, or will he fall under the sway of a far reaching society of ancient, blood thirsty khafash?
*AMYM: The Mamluk Who Defied Death (ARC) was graciously provided to me by the author, K.D. McQuain for an honest review.*
While the overall premise of this book was excellent (rescuing one’s love), and while I adore Amym and his Keti, due to a majority of events in this book, I am unable to leave a review because it has left me so annoyed and upset. This will be the extent of my review. And this will be a first.
*As I sit here to allow the dust to settle regarding how I felt about this story, and still do feel, and steam did rise, I have returned to leave, while not the typical kind of review, but beneficial information for future books as well as for any future reader.
If you are the type of reader who enjoys reading stories, “as is,” stories which are filled with historic as well as erotic scenes, then this is the story for you.
If you are into strong, intelligent, and good looking warriors who truly love their childhood sweethearts, both of whom deserve their eternity, then this is the story for you.
“Her eyes are my wine, her voice is like sweet basil, and her cheek has the blush of the rose which contents me… Thank you my love. I will hold the memory of these moments as tightly as I would hold you, until we can be together again.” Amym to his Keti…says it all.
