Author: K.A. Tucker
Series: Burying Water #4
Published by: Atria Books
Publication Date: October 27, 2015
Ivy, a talented tattoo artist who spent the early part of her twenties on the move, is finally looking for a place to call home. She thinks she might have found it in San Francisco, but all that changes when she witnesses a terrible crime. She’s ready to pack up her things yet again, when a random encounter with a stranger keeps her in the city, giving her reason to stay after all.
That is, until Ivy discovers that their encounter wasn’t random. Not at all…
I knew Surviving Ice would be my favorite book in the series! My love for the series has increased with each book, so it doesn’t surprise me that Surviving Ice topped them.
Okay, I admit it won my favor because it’s Ivy’s books. Damn I love that girl!
The whole book felt edgier than the others, which makes sense since we’re talking about Ivy here. No one can hold her down and she doesn’t do commitment. Hell, she doesn’t even commit to a place to live, and it’s cool how we’ve had a glimpse of that throughout the previous books. She’s one tough cookie though, who doesn’t put up with crap. I love her style, attitude, artistic abilities … You get the idea.
Unfortunately, my poor Ivy witnesses a murder that leaves her in danger and in the company of Sebastian. Mmmm sexy, cold, deadly Sebastian. This guy is one badass ex-SEAL and is a lot like Ivy in ways. Yes, I was crushing on him!
Tucker has a knack for pairing her characters perfectly, giving them a partner that’s right for them, not just attraction. Of course the chemistry is always top notch, but the connection goes deep and it’s easy to feel that. Neither one tends to show emotions, hiding them well. I love how Ivy and Sebastian flirt and joke in this deadpan way, but they get each other.
Even though this is my favorite installment, I didn’t find it as suspenseful as say, Becoming Rain, but it’s still really good!
I’m sad to see this series come to a close but it’s been a fun ride! And I’m glad it ended on such a strong note.
“Are you asking me to take off my pants, Ivy?”
There it is again. The words are flirtatious but his tone is entirely neutral. Almost sterile. But I can see his eyes in the mirror. They’re on me, sharp and perceptive and anticipating.
Waiting for my reaction.
“After seven hours under my needle, we’ll practically be married. You may as well unbuckle now,”