From the first pages of The Dead Virgins, I felt the warm fuzzy glow of a new friendship. Much as I did when I read my first Jean M Aueul, or Wilbur Smith, I knew that I had found an author whose new releases I would always eagerly anticipate.
Kevin Ashman’s masterful interweaving of historical fact and exciting fiction, as well as his brilliant descriptive ability, had me hooked until the very end, already clamouring for more.
The story moves between the ancient and modern worlds of Italy, Greece, and England. A gruesome murder in the London Underground is somehow connected to Nero’s Rome, and a beautiful priestess. Kevin Ashman effortlessly takes you back through the mists of time, into the mystical world of the Vestal Virgins, the treasures of their Goddess, secrets lost in legend, and then brings you rushing back to the present, with intrigue, humour, some seriously exciting action, and characters so likeable, that you know you have to meet India and Brandon again.
This is what a book is supposed to do, take you into the story, and The Dead Virgins does exactly that, in high definition, and with surround sound. Of course I recommend it. Bring on the next India Summers adventure.