Blitz and Review: The Damned by October Weeks

The Damned

By: October Weeks
Genres: Dark Fantasy, urban fantasy
Pages: 208
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published on: March 12, 2015
Blitz and Review:  The Damned by October Weeks

Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires.

When slayers around the globe start disappearing in a familiar pattern—Josef’s pattern—she’s put on the hunt. And despite the painful memories and very real threat to her future that come with tracking him down, Tuck is certain of one thing: she is going to make Josef  Dragos wish he’d never been born.


I received this book for free from Blog Tour in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.


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Tuck Houston casually strolled through the front doors of the ritzy hotel with a warm smile on her face, her hoodie and jeans soaked through from the rain. “Wasn’t expecting the downpour,” she said as she neared the front desk, cringing a bit inside as her boots left a bit of mud on the carpet.

The clerk chuckled as he regarded her. “I don’t think anyone was—forecast didn’t say anything about rain.”

“Damn weathermen can’t be trusted.” She laughed as she made her way to the elevator and clicked the button.

“Apparently not!”

When the elevator doors opened a few moments later, she said, “Have a good night.”

“You as well.”

When the doors opened again, she made her way to her quarry’s room, letting herself in with the key she’d obtained the day before. Digital keys were much harder to obtain than the old metal keys smaller hotels or motels used. She’d charmed the male clerk into giving her a key so she could surprise her “lover.”

The room was empty, of course. As he’d done the night before, her target was having a “drink” at the bar before retiring to his room, courtesy of some idiot human. Even the Damned couldn’t kill everyone they fed from—got suspicious after a while, to humans and slayers.

Walking across the high-end hardwood floors spread over the entire room, Tuck sat herself down on a chair, kicking her wet boots up on the edge of the bed and placing her pure silver knives on her thighs, which had been sheathed at her waist under her hooded sweatshirt. They weren’t her favorite weapons, but they were best for close contact.

She’d been tracking Samuel Bellows for a little over six weeks, from Boston to San Francisco—the city she was now in. He was responsible for the killing of seven little girls, drinking them dry of blood then abandoning their bodies in the woods. She could practically taste his death on her tongue.

But those girls were not the reason she was after him. His power had lingered at the scenes of several missing slayers—she planned on having a nice, bloody chat with him about that.

Footsteps jarred the quiet about twenty minutes later. Samuel’s footsteps. No human would have heard his steps, but she was more than human—slayers had a predators’ hearing, and she clearly heard the delight in his gait. He had a new target, he had human blood on his tongue, and—she smiled to herself—he had no idea what was in his room.

The key card slid in the lock, the door clicked, and into the darkness of the room came Samuel Bellows—five-foot-ten, a bit heavyset, and reeking of glee.

He was a dead man.

She held her position patiently as he turned on the lights. The look of surprise in his gray eyes when he saw her was so comical that she actually laughed. “Good evening, Samuel. The name’s Tuck Houston. But you can call me Ripper, if you’d like.”



~~Andi’s Review~~


So this book is about Tuck “The Ripper” Houston who is a slayer.  A slayer is an individual who apparently is born with the gift and can smell and sense vampires, the damned, and strigoi.  For those still keeping up, Vampires can walk during the day, don’t need human blood to live.  The Damned must drink human blood and can only come out at night. Strigoi are the oldest, and I’m still trying to figure out what their limitations on.


So there has been something taking Slayers from their proverbial beds, and Tuck is partially assigned and partially self assigns herself to take out whatever or whoever is doing it.  Without slayers the world would go to hell in a hand basket very quickly.  Think no police when crimes are being committed.  Now think of those crimes as humans being sucked dry… yup you got it.


I enjoyed this book, although it was only 208 pages, it read much much longer.  I don’t know why because I can usually read that size book in no time but it took me awhile.  I did enjoy it, I enjoyed the plot, the conversations, and the character development but it really never grabbed me.  It never threw me up against a wall and told me I had to finish it or else, and trust me books have done that.   Structurally this book was very sound  and I think that it is a good read….. just not for me persay.  Maybe it was because I just finished a fast paced murder mystery?  I don’t know.  That is why I am giving it a four, because I couldn’t really put my finger on the ‘It’ and I did think it was a good book.


4 fangs



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About October Weeks

October Weeks is a dark fantasy/horror writer and a reader with too many books and not enough shelves!

She lives in Vermont. Autumn is her favorite season—October and November are her favorite months.

Loves: reading, writing, movies (horror, sci-fi, and fantasy especially), taking walks, fishing, and family

Obsessions: Lindt dark chocolate and the SyFy Channel (Haven!).

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