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Annja Creed dragged herself out of the narrow, lumpy bed mumbling, "Must find a new place to stay."

Her regular morning routine found her rising, showering and fitting in a jog before the first glint of sunshine hit the rooftops. But today? Six o'clock was absolutely torturous after spending the night at a hostel populated with more partying teenagers than she could shake a fist at.

But after nearly two months straight of traveling, she teetered close to an edge no one wanted to see her step over. She powered up her laptop and located a hotel by the sea. She was financing this trip to Andalusia herself, so had initially thought to go cheap. She'd been invited by James Harlow, the head of acquisitions and curations at the Museum of Cadiz, to view their recently acquired collection of Greek coins featuring Hercules's twelve labors, found in Egypt. He must've discovered that she was writing an article on coins depicting mythological heroes. She'd jumped at the opportunity. The collection was pristine, and she'd taken some excellent pictures yesterday. Today, she planned to take notes and make pencil rubbings of both the obverse and reverse of each coin.

Two days previously she'd been in Puerto Real, across the Bay of Cadiz, squatting alongside Professor Jonathan Crockett on a small dig she'd learned about while researching the area for hotels. The bay area was made up of tiny villages dotted with small white houses and was rich with Moorish and Roman remains. So she'd planned a few extra days to dig in the dirt. Frankly, it had been months since she'd participated in a dig. She'd been unable to resist.

The Cadiz website featured a list of recommended hotels, most bordering the Atlantic Ocean. Annja made a reservation, hoping for less of a party atmosphere. A touristy hotel was fine with her.

She swept her chestnut hair into a ponytail, stuffed her few articles of clothing and essential tools into her backpack—laptop, flash drives, camera, trowel and dental pick, latex gloves, passports and SPF 30 sunscreen—and headed out to find the Hotel Blanca.

On the sidewalk outside of the hotel, she splashed through a puddle, evidence of an early-morning rain shower. Her sure strides scattered a clowder of feral cats sprawled around the furry remains of what must have been a rat.

Set by the sea, Cadiz was a cosmopolitan Spanish city. Yet being one of the oldest cities in Europe, it clung to its heritage, steeped as it was in Gypsy culture and the art of flamenco dance and music. Farther inland, the province was covered with national parks and mountains. She'd once backpacked through Moorish villages to study an ancient fortress believed to have been Ferdinand Il's stronghold.

Founded by the Phoenicians in or around 1100 BC, Cadiz was interesting to Annja in that no archaeological strata on the site could be dated earlier than the ninth century BC. Historians decided Cadiz, or Gadir as the Spaniards called it, had once been a shipping stop instead of an actual port, which may be reason for the lacking pre-ninth-century archaeological finds.

Nothing of major importance had been found at the dig site until yesterday when she'd turned up a bronze bull statue. Possibly an effigy to Baal, the bull god, she had decided. Baal was associated with thunder and rain, and had been killed annually by Mot, the god of summer heat. Killing Baal stopped the summer rains so Mot could scorch the earth. Baal's sister, Anath, brought him back in the fall, and he renewed plant life and allowed the earth to once again be plowed.

Annja figured Mot had worked his alchemy this week. The thermometer was rising, and out on the dig, the earth had been hard, which made for easy brushing, but challenging trowel work.

She'd taken photos of the bronze statue in situ and then again after digging it out and placing it on the finds table. After being cataloged, it would be sent to a local university. She'd shown James Harlow at the Cadiz museum the photos, and he'd been fascinated.

Annja dodged as a toddler, chasing a red rubber ball, with no mind for obstacles, zoomed toward her. His parents, exasperated tourists, apologized as they ran past her calling out in what she recognized as German.

A beam of sun glinted in her eye, magnified by the silver waves ridging the sea to her left. The water was clear and the sand on the beach bright and clean-looking. After a few hours at the museum, she intended to walk down to the shore. A perfect way to end the trip before her flight back home.

Much as she enjoyed travel, she was looking forward to returning to her apartment in Brooklyn and stealing some writing time. Annja had collected notes from digs in Austria and Turkey and wanted to translate them onto the computer and see if she could wrangle a worthy story in the mix. She loved writing, and had published a few books on archaeology, but found writing time spare because, more than pounding away at the keyboard, she loved actual digs, searching for new discoveries. Generally being outdoors. Adventure ran through her veins.

The Hotel Blanca's white-tiled lobby was filled with potted palm trees, and the overhead latticework created crisscross patterns of sunlight. The elderly receptionist wore a severely tight bun of salt-and-pepper hair and gave Annja a rote welcome to the beautiful city of Cadiz. She looked Annja up and down—taking in the hiking boots sorely in need of new laces, her khaki cargo pants sorely in need of an iron and her T-shirt that featured a fading Women for Women logo—then took her credit-card information and handed her a key.

Annja thanked the receptionist and took the concrete stairs featuring brightly colored paintings along the risers two at a time. Not authentic Spanish design, but the entire city couldn't be authentic, she figured.

She had always been curious about Spanish culture and artifacts—okay, artifacts from any culture and time period. She'd spent two summers interning on digs in Granada during her college years and had fallen in love with this country. The Andalusians were proud of their history, which began with the Phoenicians, and over the centuries incorporated influences from the Visigoths to the Islamic empire. They were most famous for Christopher Columbus's journeys and Ferdinand and Isabella's rule. Not to mention their monopoly of the sea trade in the eighteenth century.

Annja found her room, and as she slid the key card through the lock, she noticed the door next to hers at the end of a hallway move inside a few inches, creaking.

With little more than a bend forward, she peered inside and noted the edge of a neatly made bed, and then two booted feet, facing down, hanging off the side.

"Must have partied over at the hostel," she muttered. "Hello?" she called softly and moved to pull the door shut to give the guy some privacy.

But the sight of an acoustic guitar facedown on the floor instead prompted her to push the door open.

A stale, meaty odor assaulted her senses.

Clenching her fists, Annja stepped around the guitar and looked over the man sprawled on the bed. Blood stained the back of his blue shirt and had soaked the shirt through and puddled on the faded yellow bedspread.

Clasping her hands together to keep from inadvertently touching anything, Annja looked back to the door she'd left open.

"What went on here?" she wondered as she again studied the body of what appeared to be a young man. Long, dark hair covered his face. There were no signs of drug paraphernalia, no needles or spoons.

"Drugs usually don't result in bleeding out," she whispered. "He's been attacked."

The largest bloodstain was over the left side of his back, directly over his heart. He could have been shot in the back or stabbed. She'd call the reception desk to alert the police immediately.

Just as she was about to leave to do that, her gaze fell onto the bronze statue on the table next to a wooden crate that spilled out brown paper packing strips. A very familiar bronze statue in the shape of a bull, about the size of her fist. She knew that because she had held the statue not a day earlier.

Annja dodged around the dead man's feet and tugged a pair of latex gloves out of her backpack. She put them on before picking up the bull statue.

"I just dug this out of the ground yesterday."

It had been coupled with a bent silver platter she and Jonathan Crockett had assumed had been part of thieves' booty. Probably nineteenth century, to judge from the strata layers where it had been found. Yet the actual statue and platter could possibly date to the eleventh century. That was her guess.

She turned it over now, noting bits of dirt were still embedded in the creases that outlined the bull's head. It had to be the same statue. Wasn't every day a person stumbled on something like this, though it certainly wasn't remarkable. The bull was a symbol and totem used throughout the ages. Baal, the bull god? Maybe. Or perhaps a simple study of a bull.

No matter what it was, she knew without doubt this was the same piece she'd dug up yesterday. How had this gotten into a small seaside hotel in the hands of a dead man in less than twenty-four hours?

The impressions in the paper packing strands of the crate indicated a round object had been inside, about three times the size of the statue, perhaps a ring like a halo. Something else could have been in the crate. Maybe the bull had been set in the center with something bigger around it.

No, it didn't look as though the packing paper had been disturbed in the center.

Had the man on the bed been transporting stolen artifacts? It made sickening sense. Port-side cities like Cadiz were rife with small operations that trafficked in stolen and looted artifacts. Annja wanted to string them all up and force them to understand they were robbing an entire culture.

"Who was here before me?" she asked the dead man. "And what did he take from the crate?"

She was no...


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  • Series: Rogue Angel (Book 38)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Gold Eagle; Original edition (September 4, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373621582
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373621583
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.8 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 5.6 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (15 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,504,799 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Kathy Davie on January 15, 2013
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Thirty-eighth in the Rogue Angel urban fantasy about an archeologist/TV show host who wields the sword of Joan of Arc in a search for justice.

My Take
Doing a riff on the cover's tagline, Archer "will write anything to crank out another Rogue Angel". I wonder if he was on drugs when he wrote this? It's terrible. He leaps from accusation to possibility with everyone. It's so incredibly disjointed...that I have no words.

This story doesn't even manage to achieve a C-level. I'd rather watch commercials. Annja is being stupid. Garin is all over the place. Soto is playing both sides and seems to be equally earnest. The seeming reason he allows the murderer such leeway is beyond me. Harlow doth protest too much. What was with Ava? I don't see the point of bringing Drake in. What was the point of going to that warehouse? Why would the "thieves' ignore them and then chase them later?

In the confrontation at the dig when Annja and Garin find the dead body, why doesn't Crockett at least ask Annja what's up? Why doesn't she ask/he tell what he saw? Instead he simply makes a blanket statement and Annja never asks for details.

There are so many loose ends and flapping bits. And obviously no one has any clue about the feminine/masculine agreements in Spanish. Gato Negra?? Ava calls Annja a loco americano?? Oh, brother. I also suspect that he meant to say "clink" and not "brink".

The best I can say of this story is we do learn about bullfighting and the best bulls for the ring. Interesting detail of the origin of the veronica. Well, there's also the description of mixing up dance styles at the end which sounded fascinating. It may be enough to make this worth reading, but definitely not worth buying.
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By Aynslesa on November 7, 2012
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I've been reading Rogue Angel since the publication of Destiny, treating it as a guilty pleasure - though it's not hard thinker, it's enjoyable to spend a couple of hours reading. I've come to look forward to my time with Annja, Garin, and Roux, and the mythology and history buff in me looks forward to digging through the mysteries behind each featured legend/artifact.

Matador's Crown disappointed on all respects. The characterization of Annja was far more straightforward than usual, with very little character insight - aside from her brief struggle over the morals of bullfighting, I found her to be rather dry and uninteresting. Likewise, her interactions with Garin came up greatly short. I enjoy the multi-layered levels of their relationship usually, but their portrayal in this book came out rather one-dimensional and lackluster. The one intriguing point concerning Garin's history was left foundering with no explanation, hinting at a later revisit, but as each book tends to be greatly self-contained and rarely leads into one another due to the number of ghostwriters in the series, I found myself left hanging. The biggest disappointment in this book, however, was the lack of any true archaeological intrigue or historical significance. The story follows two different artifacts, but both are rather unspectacular and uninteresting, with no real meaning behind either of them other than being 'artifacts'.

The book isn't enough to turn me away from the series, but it will likely be one that I won't revisit again unless I crave marathoning through the series.
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By Kindle Customer on November 28, 2014
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As always, love the chance to tag along for Annya's adventures! Love the details of the cities, cultures, histories, the relics, customs, legends, and more. I also love the martial arts and the sword fighting mayhem that happens along the way. The details of bullfighting, flamenco dancing, and the role of the guitar in the dances was very enlightening. Ole' !
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By Tish on March 4, 2013
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I like this series. It has action, adventure, a sense of humor and a nog swird. It's my potato chip reading. Enuff said.
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I started reading this series while I was sick. Before I knew it, I had started buying the series five books at a time. I just downloaded the March 2013 book, and look forward to reading it.
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By James Horn on November 21, 2012
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I liked to the story and it was entertaining and even surprising end .... even creed can be duped ..
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By Edward Maher on October 21, 2012
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Besides the grammar errors (they can be overlooked) there are technical errors that cannot be ignored. Finally, the whole story just doesn't "sound" like the heroine we've grown to love over the three years I've been paying for the books. Like several of my associates, they believe the essence of Annja is lost in an attempt to keep the series going. If Archer is deceased find a writer who has Annja's future in their heart, not in their pocket. There were issues that came out with a British accent, New York and even Australian. Annja is an American, she has standards established in the beginning she has upheld, until somebody comes along and starts messing with the formula. Just my opinion. If stuck with the writers, cut the price and we won't expect much.
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By David R. on September 25, 2012
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This series is a guilty pleasure of mine. I liked the premise of the first book and continue to download each sequel for a little mindless reading.
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