Author Name - J.A. Eaton
Book Title - A Night Without Stars
Genre - Young Adult Paranormal (vampire themed)
Length - 72k words
You might know vampires...but you don't know Lola.
Sixteen-year-old Lola Sanchez is no hero. Snarky, rebellious, and completely fed up with her life, she has one goal: graduate high school and get the hell out of her small hometown. Until a night of terror and bloodshed changes everything...forever.
Now the only thing Lola wants to do is survive. But how can she survive when everything she knows has been destroyed and the one person she thought she could trust ends up being the most dangerous person of all?
*I was provided a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
Lola is not your typical heroine. Lola isn't even your typical YA read. She is a young girl fighting to make her own way with an absentee mother, a drunken father, and town full of vampires.
Lola does have her best friend Travis, who is sticking by her side through sick and sin. Which in this case includes stealing cars and crashing in abandoned hotels.
I like reading about Lola and her uncanny ability to stay alive using sarcasm and rhetoric. She is a refreshing anti-hero of sorts really. She is trying to really do anything, it's all coming to her naturally. I would say that her ability to speak through the space is a little off putting at first. I thought she was revealing too much of the story- come to find out it was just to throw you off the big reveal at the end!
If you can't stand a cliff hanger don't read this one!
I do wish that I hadn't read the prologue. After reading through the story I do feel that it gave too much away. But we had to see that coming.... didn't we?
I can't wait to see what Lola manages to do in book two!
“Do you think there is anyone else left?” I asked quietly. “Any survivors, like us?”
Maximus’ shoulders lifted and fell beneath his leather jacket. “There are always survivors. You know what they say about cockroaches, don’t you?”
I shook my head.
“If the world was destroyed by a nuclear blast, cockroaches would find a way to survive.”
The corners of my mouth tightened. “Are you comparing us to cockroaches?”
“What if I am?”
“Then I would say you’re crazy. This isn’t some kind of nuclear blast or a war or something.”
“That’s where you are wrong, Lola.” Maximus stepped closer, crowding me back against the edge of the sidewalk. I could have easily stepped down over the curb, but I held my ground. I found I liked being close to him, a dangerous thing to discover when you were supposed to be running for your life. “This is a war,” he said softly, so softly I had no choice but to lean towards him. He angled his body to mine. We were as close as two people could physically be without touching. My breath caught in my throat, refusing to go up or down.
“What kind of war?” I managed to croak.
“A war to end all wars.” His eyes burned into mine. “A war to end the human race.”
Jillian is twenty-eight-years old and grew up in Maine. She now resides in Pennsylvania. When she isn't writing Jillian is doing her best to keep up with her three very mischievous dogs.
She loves ducks, coffee, horses, hearing from her readers, that awful (but delicious) fake butter they put on popcorn at the movie theaters, anything sci-fi related, and staying up late finishing a good book.
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