“Ms. Martinez weaves in passion, fantasy, and love with such a comfortable flair you forget that you’re reading a fiction novel. The emotions of both Josh and Richard are simply palpable. A leader in M/M romance, Angel Martinez has yet another hit to add to her list.”--Catherine Bybee, Best-selling Author of Silent Vows
“From page one, this dark, sultry tale had me locked. It’s full of passion, mystery, and suspense. A must read for the paranormal fans! Angel never ceases to amaze.”--Yvonne Nicolas, Author of Black Rayne, Silent Screams
“Golden Blush Recommended Read!...A spectacular romance that certainly lives up to the title. The structured plot is well written, as well as having a fluid pace. The storyline exemplifies a blend of wittiness, emotional interaction between characters and intrigue, with a hint of religious overtones. The characters are believable...There is a special bond between Richard and Josh. The impressive love scenes demonstrate Josh and Richard’s sensual personality that had been in short supply for both of them and is now replenished in each other’s loving touch. Richard offers the stability Josh never had, while Josh offers the emotional healing Richard desperately needs...Angel Martinez has created a magnificent story....A thoroughly enjoyable saga, as well as an absolute must read for fans of gay fiction.”--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
“5 Lips!...Has all the action and angst any reader could want. I really liked the idea of a hunter finding himself the mate of a vampire. How can he love a creature he has been raised to hate? His dilemma was really interesting to watch unfold. Josh is a complicated character that I soon came to love...Richard is very sweet and has lost a lot, which made me really want to see him have his happy ending. Overall, I loved the angst, the humor and the heartfelt love in this book. I could feel it oozing from the characters, and I soaked it up like a sponge. I will definitely be looking for more Angel Martinez books in the future.”--Tina, Two Lips Reviews
“Hot Stuff!...Top Pick!...One Of The Best!...The voice is lush, the writing superb, and the humour is spot on. The characters are very well drawn, so real, and they become your friends. This was a first for me, reading Angel Martinez, but I assure you it won’t be the last. In fact, I’ll be searching the 'net today for another of her delights to read over the weekend, because that’s what her writing is--pure delight. Really, really stunning work. That voice, it just flows and flows. Magnificent!”--Miz Love, Mia Love Loves Books.com
“4.5 Blue Ribbons!...Angel Martinez is quickly becoming on of my favorite authors. She writes heroes who are well developed, realistic, and very passionate. Her stories are captivating and extremely romantic. Her novels make me feel like true love might really exist. A Different Breed is no exception. I was drawn into the story from the first page. The world Ms. Martinez has created is very exciting. Richard is an extremely fascinating character. I highly recommend this novel.”--Christina, Romance Junkies Reviews
...Richard’s eyelids snapped open, his ears deafened by the thundering of his own heartbeat. Since the change, waking always ambushed him this way, the abrupt shift from not-there to painfully present like a tiger leaping on him from a tree limb above his head. Only when he had been gravely wounded or had neglected his feedings too long did the hard edges of waking soften to something more normal.
He hated it, that moment of doubt, wondering, once again, if he woke up secure. A few deep breaths calmed his heart. He lay still, taking stock. Bedroom. Yes. Which one? Sarasota…Portland…no, Ithaca. The house in the hills. A life stirred out in the hallway, a heart that beat to a familiar rhythm.
Confusion furrowed his brow. William? No, of course not…Josh. He smiled at the memory of those skilled hands on his skin, the ferocious, consuming need the little hunter exuded when aroused. God, what fire lay under the sarcastic exterior, what depths of tender passion roiled in that hard-muscled, compact body…
Wait. A second heart beat alongside the first outside his door, faster than the first, most likely out of fear.
Sorrow and rage welled up in his chest. Why had he been so quick to trust? To fall headfirst into the hunter’s trap of seduction? Now Josh had help. They waited for him to emerge. A man like that would want him awake and alert, of that he was certain. The revenge-mongers never want to take you in your sleep.
Fog-silent, he rose and eased to the steel door of his room. The hinges, hung on the inside, meant no one could get in with a screwdriver. The heavy bolt ensured that it would take a blowtorch and a good deal of effort to break in at all.
Richard slid his back against the wall beside the door, in case of missiles aimed at his bedroom. Without exposing himself to any would-be assassin’s line of sight, he shot the bolt open and flung the door wide.
No crossbow bolts flew. No shots rang out. No hunters raced through the doorway screaming for blood.
“Dude?” Josh’s voice floated to him from the hallway, tense and wary. “You’re, ah, kinda growling. You have a bad dream or something?”
Richard kept his voice low, but failed to keep the threat out of his tone. “Who’s out there with you?”
Josh said something half-audible. He almost sounded embarrassed.
“Kat?” Richard snarled. “Who is Kat?”
“No, not Kat. A cat. She was hanging around your porch and she looked kinda hungry…”
A quick dart of his head around the doorframe confirmed what Richard’s sense of smell would have told him if he had been calmer. The second heart beat so fast because it was felis catus, a little gray shorthair with eyes wide as saucers. Cat. Josh. No other scents lingered in the house.
He passed a hand over his face and came out to lean against the wall facing Josh. “Sorry.”
Josh snorted and put the startled cat down. “Not exactly all sunshine and flowers when he first wakes up, is he, Miss Kitty?” She raced down the stairs, tail fluffed like a bottlebrush. “I was just coming to kiss you good morning. Or good afternoon. Or whatever.”
“Yeah. You said six hours.”
Richard cleared his throat, as much a habit when he was uncomfortable as to clear the last remnants of growl from his speech. “I did. I didn’t think…I’m out of the habit of having company when I wake. Maybe best to give me some room until I’m accustomed to another life in the house again.”
“Got it.” Josh held up his hands with a crooked grin. “Some guys need their space first thing. Not a morning person. Hey, it’s cool. But you could’ve told me you have a case of raving paranoia.”
A weak chuckle got past Richard’s chagrin. “I think, my dear, that I have reason to be paranoid. It keeps one’s head attached to one’s neck.”
“Yeah. Nice head, too.” Josh had the audacity to wink at him before he swaggered after the cat.
With a view of the most desirable backside he had seen in several centuries, high, tight half-globes of muscle clad in clinging denim, Richard indulged in a long ogle before he pushed off the wall and headed to the shower. Not only had Josh not betrayed him, he had endured Richard at his most animalistic with humor and patience. Perhaps this would work after all...