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287 pages, ebook
First published February 22, 2014



“Do you see how you’ll lose?” he continued, his voice seething. “And I will win.”Oh, Christ. Save us from deus ex fucking machina.
“I reckon I can stop you,” came Jake’s voice.
In the nick of time, as always.
“Injun girl don’t speak English?”He has a terrible view of Native Americans. He calls them---and her, "savages."
No matter his age though, he was a rude bastard.
“Of course I speak English,” I snapped, refusing to be intimidated. “You’ve been hearing me speak all day.”
He scratched at his sideburns. “I tend to tune out when a woman’s speaking.”
“Savages,” Jake snarled, holding up the hand and inspecting it while Avery and Tim were now trying to hold him down. He eyed me with hate. “Your kind of savages.”Jake gives Eve a nickname, "Pine Nut." Which would be cute if the basis for that nickname did not come from a derogatory view of Native Americans. It's the equivalent of nicknaming a Korean person "Kimchi," a Mexican person "Taco."
Jake raised his hand in a greeting, though his other one was now resting on his revolver at his hip. “Can you speak to them? They look like they eat pine nuts just like you.”He proceeds to nickname her Pine Nut for the rest of the book.
“Picking anything up, Pine Nut?”And Eve is ok with it. She never tells him to stop. She never confronts him on it. She puts up with it. I'm not ok with that. It diminishes their relationship (what there was of it) furthermore to have the element of racism in the way, unresolved.
I ignored my new nickname.
I was hit with the intense aroma of rotting flesh, carried on a hot burst of air.Soon, it is made abundantly clear that these creatures are not a figment of the imagination. They are real, and they have a taste for human flesh.
I opened my eyes.
A pair of pale blue eyes, lit by firelight, were leaning over me. A bloody mouth sneered.
There were over a dozen monsters standing outside the cabin, staggered about, all of them facing us with expressions of hunger and mindless hate. Their mouths were open, drooling, with grey tongues lolling around beside black gums.Eve's Incompetence: She is more innocent, naive 18-year old girl in way over her head than the strong heroine that I wanted. A tracker is one who knows nature, who knows the lay of the land, who is experienced at finding a trail and following it through.
All of them wanted to eat us.
“Is it?” He took a step closer to me. “Are you capable? If you ask me, I think inviting you along was the worst idea Isaac ever had, and the whole thing about you being a great tracker is a load of horseshit.”Ok, so she's not a tracker. Neither is she a guide.
"I never claimed to be a good tracker.”
“Damn it, Tim, what’s the use in having a mountain guide if she can’t even talk to the locals?”So therefore, Eve is pretty much fucking useless. She was forced by her uncle to go with the men. She didn't have to go with them, she could have told her "Sorry, I'm not who you're looking for, because I am completely inexperienced." Instead, we have a book on Eve's incompetency. She fucks up a lot. She barely knows what she's doing.
“I never said I was a guide,” I said quickly over my shoulder.
Many times I led everyone to a cliff face or an impassable river before we had to double back and find the way again. I knew they were getting impatient with me but I was trying my very best.Trying is not good enough, not when you are stuck within the mountains, freezing your ass off from blizzards. This is where the Donner party died during the winter, 4 years ago. Their party could easily die here, too. They need competence. Eve is not.
Jake rounded the corner, his revolver aimed straight at Hank, his dark eyes staring him down the barrel.Improbably, Jake is always there, even when he's not supposed to be.
I quickly twisted around to see Trouble thundering toward me with Jake astride him, rifle pointing right at the creature’s mangled face.Every.
Jake’s eyes flared and he quickly twisted at the waist, barely lining up his sight, and pulled the trigger.Single.
It was going to eat me alive.Time. Jake. Jake. JAAAAAAAKE! HEEEEEEELP!
“Eve, don’t move!” Jake yelled, as if I could.
I screamed for Jake as the knife came down again.The Inconsistencies: There were things that just didn't make sense in this book, like the inclusion of a woman in the search party. A very, very religious woman, a more or less helpless one. Why the fuck would she agree to go with this party of unknown stranger---men, into the mountains? Donna is devout, she is traditional, it makes no fucking sense at all.
[Removed] was lying in the snow in a pool of his own blood, his heart having been ripped out and eaten by the same creature, man, monster that Jake just decapitated, while [Removed] was unconscious in Tim’s arms having lost her whole damn hand to another one of the monstrosities.These people? Oh, living dead? Just business as usual.
Jake looked around, his hand flexing on the handle of the axe. “I’ll go gather up the horses, while you guys get the first aid kit and fix her up best you can.
“When I first saw you,” he said, “I hated you. I hated you, Eve, because I reckoned you were the prettiest damn woman I had ever seen and there was no way you could ever be mine."And the other "reason," he has for hating "Injuns" is pretty fucking dumb and reinforces all the stupid stereotypes of savage, murderous Natives raping and pillaging the Wild, Wild West. It's clichéd, it's hateful, it's racist, and I don't like it.



"I’d seen bare-chested men before but none of them had ever appeared so…sexual. None of them were built like a house, strong and firm and wide, with muscles that didn’t end and a dusting of hair that screamed that he was nearly a beast himself."
"We’re still human even in the face of beasts, even with our lives at risk. When you’re close to death, love is sometimes the only thing that makes sense in life.”
"There are only monsters inside of angels and angels inside of monsters. Choose wisely."

"We were surrounded by the living dead. How ever could we be all right?"



But luckily there were also some moments of unfolding romance and sexual tension-filled encounters in the woods that gave the story a "lighter" feel.
"We were a tribe of two but a tribe all the same. Two broken people looking for their place in the world and finding each other. "

All in all, Donners of the Dead was a fun, fast-paced, thrilling, unputdownable horror romance story in typical Karina Halle fashion, meaning that it had a kick-ass strong heroine, a bad-ass hot ranger hero, lots of action and suspense, tons of sexual tension and a plot that constantly keeps you on the edge of your seat. If you haven't read any of her books yet, do yourself a favor and give one of them a try! You won't regret it. ;) 
**ARC courtesy of the author in exchange for an honest review**









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♦︎ The Story ♦︎
∙Recap∙
♦︎ Characters ♦︎
∙Eve∙
“I’m not a savage.” He smiled handsomely and with a shake of his head said, “No, you aren't. And you’re not a lady either. I recon you just might be perfect.”

∙Jake∙
“Call it a hunch, but I’m starting to think you might even like me.”

∙Everyone else∙
♦︎ Overall ♦︎
“Love is a wolf,” he said, the fire dancing in his eyes. “Perhaps that's why they howl in the dark of the night. Love drives them mad like it does to everyone. Fast or slow, whatever way it hits you, love will drive you mad.”
“Men are the real monsters here. They often are.”

Enter Zombies



Enter Jake and Eve

A horror/romance standalone novel















" The air around us smelled like sorrow."
“I think I’ve had just about enough of you,” I told him as I started to leave. “Oh darlin’. You’ll never get enough of me, I promise you that.”
There was something so wonderfully solid about the gesture, the feeling of him behind me, that it made me momentarily forget who this was. He may have just “saved” me but it was still Indian-hating Jake McGraw and we mixed about as well as oil and vinegar.
I think I liked it. I liked this kind of fear. It was doing curious things to my insides, putting me through a beautiful sort of pain that was so very foreign to me. “Because,” he went on with a gruff voice that warmed my stomach, “the longer you touch me, the more scared I get.”
“My innocence is gone. But whatever I do have left, I want you to have it.”

Is it a man?
Is it a zombie?
Is it a monster?

"My curiosity about the creature was both eating me up inside and filling me with fear."

"To get out of these mountains alive was all we could wish for."









