In contrast to other readers, I found the shallowness of the 'heroine' Lily to be perfectly consonant with her stage of existence at the beginning of this series--after all, she tempts and kills men with sex and sends them to hell. Why not look down on mere mortal women and torment them as a fashion magazine maven with beautiful things they cannot have? Why not have weekly food orgies in the best restaurant in New York with your 3 BFFs? (Really Forever friends...) These torments of humans are just the first taste of hell...

The things I liked about this book were: Lily's self-awareness of the above; her own 'torment' (torment-lite, okay, but it was still jeopardy and kept me interested) when the private-eye guy seemed to be onto her, and when her job was in peril from the mean new boss. I also got the sense that she really was as old as she was presented by the author. I can't remember if it's in this book or the next, but there's a quite good historical flashback to Assyrian times, and having myself done a lot of research into those past eras, it was nice to see done well, but not overdone. Lily's emotional growth, though slow, was still there, and--maybe because I don't spend too much time reading about modern American fashion--it was interesting to see it dissected so thoroughly by someone who knows. Having Satan be a woman--and the BFFs BEST friend-- was a neat touch. If anything, I thought the author skimped on nastiness ...

Having a succubus fall in love or want to be loved for herself may be a staple trope of the sub-genre (I don't know. I haven't read that many books about demons) but I thought the author did a good job of showing how that might come about with this specific character and what might occur because of it.

I'm really disappointed that, from apparent lack of sales, there is no third book in the series forthcoming. I wanted to know how Lily's story would turn out.

I just realized that this must have been mis-marketed as a paranormal romance, rather than as an urban fantasy series, which would go a long way to explain the disappointment. ( )

Lily works in a fashion magazine by day and is a succubus by (some) night(s). Her girlfriends are also demons. They're all trying to get on with their jobs both in the real and demon world and dealing with the aftermaths of their demonic jobs. Theres also a fundamentalist group looking to stop them.

When Nathan Coleman enters her life Lily is intrigued, then they become friends and she wonders if he would be the one to make her human again.

Entertaining but nothing much, reminded me of Sex and the City, only with men turning into dust. The Label dropping was pervasive, the character didn't have a bath, she used Lush bombs; she never ate another type of ice-cream than Ben & Jerrys and her clothes are annotated. I was a little annoyed at the 3 mentions of the old saw going that a succubus seduces good husbands and pillars of the community, fine, got it the first time but by page 140 it was getting tired. I've read worse though and it did keep me reading. ( )

I tried to read Succubus In The City by Nina Harper, and my advice to you is this: don't do it! Not unless you're designer name-dropping in every other sentence, NYC native snobbery and vapid, catty characters. Harper seems to be going for "Sex and the City" with a weird demonic twist, but it just comes off as obnoxious.

After about 70 pages, I rolled my eyes in disgust and gave up, but I think the basic premise is this: Lily is an immortal sex demon whose job it is to lure men into cavorting with her, and when they do, they combust. But then some private investigator -- the well-dressed romantic interest-to-be, I'm sure -- shows up and throws off her groove. That's about as far as the plot advanced, because much of the first seventy pages are filled with commentary on so-and-so's Jimmy Choos or someone else's Armani suit.

I'll admit that I enjoy the occasional fluffy chick lit, but this book doesn't feel like it has any substance at all. The enormous bosom on the book's cover should have been more of a warning sign. ( )

Lily the succubus lives the posh life in Manhattan with her trio of fellow demon girlfriends- Eros, Desi and Sybil. You'll be lead to think this is going to be Sex & the City meets Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgan series based on this premise. Lily is a sex demon, having sold her soul to Satan (yes, the devil does wear Prada) in return for a fabulous immortality. By day she works in accessories at Trend magazine and by night she seduces men whom she delivers to Satan when they reach climax. Messy work indeed! Especially when she's been doing it for three-millenia and wouldn't mind having a real relationship for a change.

Harper is a fashionista, as her author info in the book tells us, and it severely shows. She spends way more time describing the clothing and details of her scenes than creating a plot. This book's premise had some serious potential to be guilty pleasure reading if it had been more than pages of label-dropping. How many times does one need references to Chanel, Kate Spade and Armani before it begins to choke the story? Worse were the references to Ben & Jerry's ice cream every three pages. We get it... you like Cherry Garcia and Chunky Monkey! Enough!

Aside from the label-dropping and poorly set scenes I found what really ruined the enjoyment for me was how catty and nasty Lily and her friends could be. I understand that someone in the fashion world might not understand the rent-a-handbag phenomenon or find it gross but over the course of the story little comments that would make your average reader think that Lily and her friends are that shallow doesn't make them likable. By the end of the book I found the shallowness to be undigestable and felt like the author talked down to me as a reader for not being in the know about every little fashion label she ripped from the latest issue of Vogue.

The series has some potential though. References to other romances aside from Lily's made me curious enough to at least try the next book when it comes out and pray the editor cuts some of the label-whoring. I would suggest this book if you can handle the label-dropping and are looking for some casual beach reading this summer. But if you're interested in some sexy urban fantasy this just isn't the book. ( )

Well, I'd love to say I enjoyed this book...but I finished it feeling angry and cheated. There is no HEA, I don't know if there's another book planned, but even so...couldn't SOMEBODY have been happy when the book ended?

I think the author was likely going for a PN version of "Sex and the City". Unfortunately, I wasn't a big fan of Bushnell's book, nor the series. I'm just a fairly well-read, literate, readaholic who wants to feel something pleasant at the end of my escapist reading.

The descriptions of New York City and snobville regarding fashion and all the 'in' things was fabulous. I just wish I was shallow enough to believe those things are really important. That may have made the difference in being able to enjoy this book. I'd like a heroine who was a little deeper than my fingernail polish. I'd like a hero who had more to recommend him than a silver spoon and a great wardrobe. Silly me. ( )