Hunting Prince Dracula by Kerri Maniscalco
Published: 19th September 2017
Format: Hardback, 435 pages
Synopsis: Following the grief and horror of her discovery of Jack the Ripper’s true identity, Audrey Rose Wadsworth has no choice but to flee London and its memories. Together with the arrogant yet charming Thomas Cresswell, she journeys to the dark heart of Romania, home to one of Europe’s best schools of forensic medicine… and to another notorious killer, Vlad the Impaler, whose thirst for blood became legend. But her life’s dream is soon tainted by blood-soaked discoveries in the halls of the school’s forbidding castle, and Audrey Rose is compelled to investigate the strangely familiar murders. What she finds brings all her terrifying fears to life once again.
I found the setting of Dracula’s old castle for a forensic school ridiculously outlandish but it worked for the purpose of the story, so I let it off. As with the previous book there was a ‘whodunnit’ feel and many people were suspects. Again, there were a lot of deaths in this book and the ending was spectacular in its theatrics – it would make for a great TV series. It’s much like the X-Files except you swap the aliens and the weird for the dead and the deranged who kill. I would pay handsomely for this.
I enjoyed this sequel and I am living for the romance. It’s utterly dreamy when you take into consideration the feminism that is woven within the core of the story. It’s an excellent blend that leaves a rich and creamy aftertaste and I just want to roll around in it hoping the scent will attract something like it just for me. Anyway! The writing was the same if not better than the previous book however I found the word ‘horror’ and its many variations (horrific, horrid, horrifying) rather bothersome after a while and it became a bit of a joke when I saw it 3 times on one page (inset eye-roll here). I had to dock a start due to the distraction it caused; it took me away from the very serious position the characters were in.
“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”