Deziree Davanzatti is a thief by trade and to keep herself occupied between jobs, she owns and operates Onyx, a trendy nightclub for the supernatural citizens of New York City.
What else would a 400-something year old demon-human hybrid do with her spare time?
Following a drunken night of questionable decisions, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne leaves town with no explanation. Dez is left wondering if they made a mistake and if it cost her a price she wasn’t willing to pay – her best friend and confidant.
When he returns after two weeks of no contact, he comes bearing grave news that could potentially change the world forever….or end it all together. To make matters worse, they suspect that someone they know may be behind it all.
An extremely dangerous chain of events has been set in motion and it is up to Dez and Vegas, with the help of his brother Lucas, to find a way to stop it.
Just a Ginny side note: One of these days, when Jena isn’t paying attention, I’m going to do a release day review that says “RELEASED TODAY, MOTHER FUCKER”
But she’s probably stressed out enough without my shenanigans… so I’ll save that for another time.
And Facebook later…
Onto the review!!
So I always feel weird A) reviewing a book I beta read and B) reviewing a book for a friend. I mean, it’s not like I’m worried I’m going to have to say something mean about the book painstakingly created by someone I care about, because I’m not friends with shitty authors as a rule, but because why would you believe me?
Well, my friends and faithful followers (shut up, I totally have some. One. Who’s my husband. It still counts.) if you don’t believe me when I say that “The Devil You Know” is good old fashion urban fantasy fun, than you’re only fucking yourself over.
TDYK is a fast paced mystery slash action adventure set in an Urban Fantasy world with romantic elements. It’s so easy for something with that much going on to go wrong, but Jena… well she makes it go so, so right. The characters are highly engaging, the bad guy is a total douche, and I spent half the novel going “no seriously, Jena… this is the secret villain. Right? Right? Yeah, I’m totally right.” For like, eight e-mails because Jena was out or at work or trapped in a burning bus or something because why else would she have been ignoring my e-mails?
Unless it was because she was laughing at me because I was wrong.
Excuse me for a minute while I confirm Jena wasn’t laughing at me.
Okay, I’m back… and since she wasn’t cackling at me and calling me an idiot behind my back, I don’t have to delete this entire thing and start over. Not that I’m petty or anything…
So one of the things that can go so wrong with mysteries is the whodunit. Either they tip their hat too early, or they are so out of left field that you make that “really, bitch, really?” face before carefully placing the book or your e-reader down and chucking something else across the room. TDYK does neither. Witness exhibit “Yeah, I’m totally right…” And because I’ve stated that, if you try to tell me that you totally say it coming like 25% into the book, I’ll call you a filthy fucking liar. To your face. On the flip side though, the big bad nasty isn’t… actually, I’m still reeling a bit from that one a month or so later and can’t think of a damn thing to say that doesn’t give away any more hints than I’ve already given you.
And that reeling kick in the pants is only one of the sucker punches in store for you at the end of TDYK. Oh yeah, that’s right. There are two more. TWO MORE. WHAM! Right to your most sensitive bits.
In fact, I still don’t think I’ve forgiven Jena for one of them.
Let me just poke at that wound quick…
Yeup, still fresh.
Don’t let the sucker punches dissuade you though. TDYK is well worth any and all emotional turmoil.