I love the Carpathian 'Dark' series by Christine Feehan. From the very first book right up to this last offering, I have devoured them religiously and enthusiastically. They were my first encounter with paranormal romance novels and will always have a special place in my heart. But from the initial introduction of the Jaguar Race in Dark Symphony (Byron's story), I felt a shift in her writing. The Carpathian warriors becoming cockier and the heroines often more independent and harder to like.
With Dark Peril we take a step backwards; Dominic Dragonseeker, of the oldest and most respected Carpathian lineage is a welcome change, more reminiscent of my favorite warriors; Gregory, Lucian, Gabrielle and Darius, more old worldly. And our heroine, despite her strength has a vulnerable side that you can identify with.
Also all that 'Tree of Life' spirituality stuff was gone, which for me was a white elephant in her more recent books - good news.
So, we have our hero and heroine, battle weary and so desperate for each other. But having already been introduced to Solange Sangria (why is she named after the Spanish alcoholic fruit punch), we know that this woman despises men, has trouble interacting with them and even more so trusting them, and would certainly never follow their lead. Which is why I found her initial acceptance of Dominic a little too easy, despite how they first come to know each other.
And the plot seems somewhat empty. Don't get me wrong it is wholly enjoyable. But the life or death, nail biting situations of other stories in the series is missing. There was no suspension, no nail biters, it also, all felt much too easy. And by the time I closed the book for the final time... I realised it was mostly made up of Dominic and Solange's time together getting to know each other. Just two or three major events that I can recall where someone might, just might, have been in trouble.
But my major bug bear with this book, the thing the prevented it from being five stars was that in recent books CF has taken to educating her readers in Carpathian languages and chants, and this one is no different. No thank you. Approximately fifty, yes fifty, pages at the end of the book were given over to this education, not to mention translations along the way. Fifty pages that could have been used to give us a bit more insight into the couple, see them interacting with Solange's family. She talks of Juliette and Jasmin and MaryAnn all the time, why couldn't we have visited with them? Or throw a last minute confrontation in with a Malinov brother... ?
Anyway, like I said, for the most part, this book is a welcome return to a tried and tested formula: a mighty warrior and gentle, yet spirited woman. But there's still just a little something missing, a little tension. But I remain hopeful that the next instalment will take us further back towards our beloved Carpathian roots.I think.