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Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Book Review: Thicker Than Water by Becca Seymour + giveaway

by Becca Seymour
March 14, 2020
211 pages
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Rainbow Tree Publishing
Outcast operative in the Supernatural Investigation & Crime Bureau (SICB) Callen Blackheath finds himself doing what he does best: defying orders and giving his boss a headache in the thick of an operation he shouldn’t be in. And there’s no way he’s walking away, not when the investigation has become deadly personal.

Needing to protect the only family member he has left, this wolf shifter will do whatever it takes to stop the blood farms and destroy the dangerous drugs the vampires will kill for. But he doesn’t expect Liam “Thatch” Thatcher, the head of a special task force team, to receive a bite that pulls him into the centre of Callen’s world.

Bonded by memories and blood, together they navigate the operation that has wider reaches than they could ever imagine. And when it comes to matters of the heart, Callen knows in order to win, he needs to risk it all.

Agent Callen of the Supernatural Investigations & Crime Bureau begins his story in a burning lab where he discovers secrets that will change his life including a man named Thatch a soon to be shifter.

In a desperate move to gain the memories of one of the victims of the lab Liam Thatch head of the SICB Infiltration Tactical Unit, takes the bite of a shifter that both gives him the information he needs plus dooms him to become a wolf.

Together Callen and Thatch begin to unravel a terrible plot to create shifters and amp up vampires with serums made from unwilling victims.

Story Concept: B
While the idea of shifters being a member of special agencies, I felt this author did a good job of putting emphasis on that aspect of the character’s existence rather than sweeping it into the background and smothering the details under a building relationship.

However, there was nothing that really separated this idea from others that have been written about leaving it a cookie cutter plot concept.

World-Building: D
Emotions and physical reactions dominated all scenes. While I was told how characters felt, they floated unconnected to their environment and I had no idea where this story happened.

I’m not an advocate of droning on with details that boarder on the edge of purple prose, but I at least want the characters grounded.

Other than a big fancy house, and a scene with a waterfall, the rest was either too broken apart to get a sense of direction or completely left out.

Next to nothing about how shifters existed with humans, how they lived, social ladders, how the world ran, was included. I was told they were there but I never got a sense for who they were, what they were like, how the world ran.

Even explanations of how the agencies worked were vague. No real information of responsibilities were explained. I got the feeling they were somewhat like the FBI, but other than a lot of scenes with these characters stalking the bad guys or talking with their vampire/hacker there wasn’t much to go in.

And the scant times details were given they were often repeated becoming a constant reminder to the reader what was supposed to be happening yet never really accomplishing anything.

I was quite frankly lost in the story. Where there could have been environmental interactions to tell me about the world the characters occupied or their immediate surroundings, there were only quirking eyebrows, bobbing heads, intense gaze, green flecked eyes, looking, gazes, clenching jaws, gazes meeting and hot Agent Thatch.

Characters: B
I will say, despite the downfalls of the world building, the characters each had a distinctive voice. Something that is very hard to do. But those distinctions were diluted by almost tic-like physical reactions of the characters which is why I give it a B instead of an A.

Secondary Characters: B-
The hacker vampire Kent, was very well rounded for as little time as she got in the story. The rest of the characters melted into the background. When there were tragedies I felt nothing because those background characters were never anything more than paper cutouts.

There were also so many characters they bled together and I had a very hard time following who was who and what side they were supposed to be on.

Plot Execution: D
I will say, this story had HUGE, and I do mean HUGE potential. I think it could have been a gripping on the edge of your seat and hot romance. And while the characters were busy, if felt as if they never got anywhere. Information was gathered conveniently from the memories given to Thatch. Other than a few phrases the deceased character was known for saying, or baking cookies, there was no development of this ability/tragedy which I really think could have been a huge mental and emotional obstacle. After it served it’s use to easily gather clues, it disappeared never to be seen again.

Overall the plot was predictable, and big reveals fizzled.

The blooming relationship between Callen and Thatch was superficial, and held together with threads. While Callen talked about his attraction to Thatch I never got a sense of it affecting his life for better or worse. Almost nothing but smoldering stares and a stolen kiss to show their desire until ¾ into the story, even then it was a just a physical encounter that gave me nothing.

I’m not saying there should have been more sex, I have no issues with a story that has very little, but as a romance I want to feel desire, to experience how the relationship grows, to ache with the characters in their want.

Resolution: B
The wrap up covered most of the necessary points. However, I’m still not sure how a character can survive a shot to the head (between the eyes). And while the production of the deadly serum was stopped, there was no real explanation how, other than in the background and vague lab raids. Nothing was mentioned about the chemical to amp of the vampires. Or if it was, it was so buried in head bobbing, I missed it.

Enthusiasm: A++
This author has a very distinctive voice to deliver a story. Their fast paced approach has so much potential, and you can almost feel them burning up the keyboard to lay this tale to paper.

Overall I liked this story. I wanted to like it more. But the over use of superficial body movements that often worked on their own, really became distracting to almost comical, then to what felt like filler because there was nothing else to add to a scene.

Despite my disappointment, I hope this writer continues with this world. Like I said, I think it has HUGE potential. I want to see it mature. I want to see the writer sharpen their craft. I want to see this concept honed into the wicked knife it could be and have it pull me in and cut me deep.

Guest Reviewer: Valentine

Thicker Than Water meme

Heat rippled over my skin. The singed scent of hair clogged my ability to track the way out, leaving me momentarily cursing my stubbornness for going this alone. My boss would never let me live it down if I got myself charred to a crisp or killed. At least the latter would mean I wouldn’t have to listen to his pompous spiel about following protocol. The dick had it out for me. He had since I’d joined this team three years ago, and despite my success rate on missions, he hadn’t taken kindly to the son of the Blackheath alpha joining the Supernatural Investigation & Crime Bureau.

Creaking beams followed by the crash of timber had me blinking hard against the blackening smoke. There had to be a way out. While Brent, my division leader, thought I was foolhardy—or perhaps simply a fool—I had studied the schematics of the lab prior to entering. What I hadn’t planned for was Jonas Cartwright to set the damn thing on fire with me in it.

Focussed on pushing my senses beyond the sound of the licking fire and groaning foundations, I closed my eyes, hoping for a ripple, something, anything that would get me out of this situation. Two beats, three, four… but nothing. I could either stay planted, hoping a miracle would happen, or I could act. Neither seemed like a smart move but staying put and being roasted was not an option. The raw heat travelling up my arms, removing my hairs along the way, cried out for my retreat.

Action it was.

In barely a split second, my eyes shifted. While the heightened sight wouldn’t help with the smoke, the electricity had been tripped by the fire, and I needed all the help I could get.

I cursed up a storm in my head as I raced the way I’d come. With a leap over a toppled cabinet, a swerve away from the licks of fire trailing along workstation dividers, I swore the whole time I would find Cartwright and put him to ground once and for all. The way ahead was blocked, and no barrelling through would solve that. I screeched to a stop. “Shit.” I looked left and right, thinking hard about the drawings I’d glanced at ten seconds before entering the lab. Screw Brent and his demands for being well-prepared. I had no doubt my name, Callen, was already a regular curse from him. This would simply give him more ammunition. It was better than him seething my surname, Blackheath, I supposed, but still, ten seconds of my eyes roaming over the layout was as good as studying in my world.

Before I could figure out my next move, a small scrape of metal to my left had me turning in that direction. I seriously hoped I wasn’t racing towards more flames, but the sound was distinctive, controlled.

On reaching a hallway I didn’t recognise, I stumbled. “What the hell?” At the end of the darkened hallway was a glass door. While smoke spiralled through the space, it wasn’t as black, the fire not yet having reached the area. I crouched low to avoid the white smoke, my eyes focussed on the hand scratching against the glass door. Blood smeared with every gentle swipe, the movement slowing down.

No one was supposed to be here. Ignoring the fact that Cartwright had blown my half-arsed recon out of the window and taken me by surprise, there seriously shouldn’t have been anyone else on site. An unfamiliar edge of panic flared to life in my chest. This was not good.

I charged towards the glass, stopping short of barrelling into it to try the handle. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d broken down a door unnecessarily. I didn’t want to crash through a glass door unless I had to. While I healed quickly, shards of glass cutting through my skin still hurt something fierce.

Testing the handle with one hand, I hit the glass lower down, trying to get the attention of the person attempting to get out. Their bloody hand peeking out a white lab coat twitched at the loud thud. “Shit,” I grumbled. The door was locked. “Hey.” I beat against the glass panel harder. It was partially misted for privacy, and visibility was unclear. Unable to tell who was on the other side or whether the smoke had breached the room from another direction, for once, I considered my options.

“Hey.” I tried again, my hand smacking the glass harder, not yet intending to break through. “Can you hear me?” Steadying my breath took concentration, but I needed to listen carefully.

“Code.” The voice was gravelly. “P-Panel.”

I searched quickly and found a panel off to my right. “I need the code.” Each word came out calm and clear. Panicking now could possibly get us both killed.

“Five.” A cough wracked through him, loud and sounding painful. I squinted, wondering what the hell this guy had been through. “Two. Seven. Seven. Four. Nine.”

I hit the numbers as he said them.

“Hash,” he finished, and the door clicked, swinging open when the guy fell against it. He landed on the floor.

Unconscious at my feet, the man was sprawled on his front. I tugged him to the side. With no idea where we were, I couldn’t simply throw the guy over my shoulder and start charging around, hitting dead ends and burning doors wherever we went. Decision made, I cast a quick glance at the man. Wet blood covered his rich black skin, but his moving chest indicated he was breathing. Barely. Christ, I hoped he didn’t die on me. After a final glance, I rushed into the unlocked room. Just because it had been sealed from the inside didn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to get through another exit.

A door on the opposite side of the room was my target. I headed straight there, spotting vials and another room off to my right. Before I reached the exit, the scent hit me. Blood, and it wasn’t from the unconscious lab tech in the hallway. I took a tentative step in the direction the scent came from, bile already churning in my gut.

No. It couldn’t be.

Another step forward, and I held my breath, not wanting to believe it could be true.

Wide-eyed, I gasped for breath, then regretted the action immediately. Metallic, familiar, and dead. The combination of the three threatened to buckle my knees. Unable to look away, I stared hard, hating every second. But I had to do this. Flesh, torn muscle, mutilated claws; the image seared itself into my mind. Once there, a shockwave of pain ripped through me.


This time I let my knees go and landed on the floor, my knee finding the blood the same shade of my own. It was her. Hazel. My baby sister.

Becca Seymour
About the Author:
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Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.

Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.


Becca is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour.

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