Everything about this book was rather great: the heroine (Ari) was believably tough; the love interest was mature and swoonable; the mythology was extremely well incorporated; and the setting, the weird-and-wonderful New 2, was everything I could want from a paranormal New Orleans. I liked that Ari actually had a believable reason for being so kick-ass (bail bonds woman!) and, despite spending the book on her own, actually had a good relationship with her parents... makes for a welcome change!
The reason I didn't love this book was the length. It was too short, offering an agonising hint of a book I could have adored. Kelly Keaton didn't give me enough time to properly connect with the characters or the verse. So, even though I thoroughly enjoyed the book, I haven't run out to get the sequel.
That said, this book did have one excellent quote that I have saved for posterity:"I'm not some 300 year old pervert who kisses teenage girls, okay?"