The blood sorcerers have been exterminated; The last one was killed almost two centuries ago. Her magical servant has spent the intervening years looking for a successor, and finally finds her — a young woman wounded by the world around her — and now has the unlucky task of trying to convince her to take up the forbidden power. As they struggle to make sense of the crumbling world around them, they are forced to draw closer together, and they may find the most magical thing of all: love.
New Blood has an interesting premise and I enjoy paranormal romance novels when they are well written, but the prose just didn’t live up to the promise in this one. I was getting increasingly irritated with the odd writing style, but when I got to the line “The nape of his neck, exposed between his shirt collar and the slight wave of his hair, looked so vulnerable.” (p.17), my eyes literally rolled in my head. (Where else would his nape be located? On his ankle?)
I persevered through the first few chapters of New Blood, but I couldn’t get over the lackluster story and writing. Maybe someone who appreciates romance novels more than I do will find this a worthwhile story, but I am ready to move on to something else.