I wanted to like this book, I really did. And for the first 40 pages, I thought I was looking at one type of novel, when it suddenly turned into something else. The improbably named Elizabeth Phoenix is a psychic ex-cop, working a dead end job out of guilt for getting her partner killed when she suddenly she finds out her foster mother and mentor has been murdered. I thought this would be a mystery, trying to find out who killed Ruthie, the foster mother.
See all the info about her being an ex-cop et al? Just forget all about it, because Elizabeth certainly does. Not once after this beginning does she exhibit any behavior remotely cop-like and indeed she borders on the too-stupid-to live heroine who constantly insists she can take care of herself, yet her actions lead her into more and more danger.
I suppose the author intends to portray Elizabeth as a powerful woman confident in her own sexuality. I supposed I'd believe it if Elizabeth ever had sex willingly in this book. Aside from some fumbling with an old-flame early on, the sex afterwards is all initiated by false pretenses. The first is with an immortal dude who apparently had a hankering for Liz when she was 15 – he tricks her with what she thinks is a dream, but when she accuses him of rape, he tells her she wanted it and it's all ok. Oh, and then the extended rape scene at the end with aforementioned old flame, but it's ok, because Liz's real powers are to absorb the powers of others through SEX.
Yes, Elizabeth Phoenix is the pornographic version of Peter Petrelli from Heroes. She's a slave to her own sex drive, because it's always an intense amazing orgasm, which I think we're supposed to assume is a side effect of her powers. And never is protection or birth control mentioned, no matter how many times she's filled with semen.
Which, you think would be important, because the supernatural badies in this universe? Are produced by fallen angels breeding with humans – the Niphilim. So all this sex she's having? Unless she got Norplant pre-book, Liz should be concerned about potential pregnancy! But it never even crosses her mind. (And by the way, she's way too fond of blowjobs. I lost count how many times someone's cock accidentally brushes her face.)
That brings me to my next complaint. Handeland puts way too much effort into fitting every single kind of supernatural creature in her universe. Fallen angels, demons, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, werewolves, witches, vampires, dhampir, faeries, Navajo wisemen, seers and DKs---Demon Killers. I guess she couldn't use hunter since that's been taken by Supernatural. Plus, our heroine is the chosen one, to save the whole "federation" (I'm not kidding that's what the good guys call themselves) and I'm not sure how, but I think she's gonna do it by having lots and lots of sex.
My final complaint – once again the bad guy is Italian. As an Italian-American, I can't tell you how much this pisses me off, especially since the heroine slams him for his Italianness in an attempt to show how witty and snarky she is. Liz is a bit too flippant, too focused on throwing out the witty line instead of reacting like a normal human being. For example, early on when she's sprayed by the ash that's created when killing a baddie – much like a Buffy vampire – she takes a shower and jokes about "washing that man out of her hair" – not the kind of thing I'd be thinking if a shapeshifter just broke into my apartment and I barely succeeding in killing him!
Overall, I found this book very disappointing. I certainly will not be reading the sequel, not even if they offered that to me for free as well.