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LETS SEE, LAURELL K HAMILTON, Danse Macabre - Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series book . (I wanted to wrap his body and that skin-crawling energy around me like a coat. Lately almost any stress seemed to feed into sex. Scared; sex would make me feel better. Angry; sex would calm me. Sad; sex made me happy. Was I addicted to sex? Maybe. ,JOHN GRISHAM,ANNE RICE,STEPHEN KING," Cell",(On October 1, God is in His heaven , the stock market stands at 10,140, most of the planes are on time, and Clayton Riddell, an artist from Maine, is almost bouncing up Boylston Street in Boston. He‚„s just landed a comic book deal that might finally enable him to support his family by making art instead of teaching it. He‚„s already picked up a small (but inexpensive!) gift for his long-suffering wife, and he knows just what he‚„ll get for his boy Johnny. Why not a little treat for himself? Clay‚„s feeling good about the future. That changes in a hurry. The cause of the devastation is a phenomenon that will come to be known as The Pulse, and the delivery method is a cell phone. Everyone‚„s cell phone. Clay and the few desperate survivors who join him suddenly find themselves in the pitch-black night of civilization‚„s darkest age, surrounded by chaos, carnage, and a human horde that has been reduced to its basest nature‚and then begins to evolve. There‚„s really no escaping this nightmare. But for Clay, an arrow points home to Maine, and as he and his fellow refugees make their harrowing journey north they begin to see crude signs confirming their direction: KASHWAK=NO-FO. A promise, perhaps. Or a threat‚ There are one hundred and ninety-three million cell phones in the United States alone. Who doesn‚„t have one? Stephen King‚„s utterly gripp, and fascinating novel doesn‚„t just ask the question ‚“Can you hear me now?‚? It answers it with a vengeance. ),J.D ROBERTS,(Born in Death (Book 23 in the Eve Dallas and husband Roarke series) (2006) A novel by J D RobbNext book by J D Robb Lt. Eve Dallas struggles with the end-and the beginning-of life, in the #1 New York Times-bestselling series set in 2060 New York City Eve Dallas has a grisly double homicide to solve when two young lovers-both employees of the same prestigious accounting firm-are brutally killed on the same night. It doesn't leave Eve a lot of leftover time to put together a baby shower for her buddy Mavis, but that's supposedly what friends are for. Now Mavis needs another favor. Tandy Willowby, one of the moms-to-be in Mavis's birthing class, didn't show up for the shower. A recent emigrant from London, Tandy has few friends in New York, and no family-and she was really looking forward to the party. And when Eve enters Tandy's apartment and finds a gift for Mavis's shower wrapped and ready on the table-and a packed bag for the hospital still on the floor next to it-tingling runs up and down her spine. Normally, such a case would be turned over to Missing Persons. But Mavis wants no one else on the job but Eve-and Eve can't say no. She'll have to track Tandy down while simultaneously unearthing the deals and double-crosses hidden in the files of some of the city's richest and most secretive citizens, in a race against this particularly vicious killer. Luckily, her multimillionaire husband Roarke's expertise comes in handy with the number crunching. But as he mines the crucial data that will break the case wide open, Eve faces an all too real danger in the world of flesh and blood. ) KELLY ARMSTRONG , KIM HARRISON,Excerpt of the first chapter of A Fistful of Charms by Kim Harrison ONE I had needed to move an interview for a possible client, but David had helped me in the past, and that was far more important. The trim Were winced. ‚“The last time I adjusted the claim of an earth witch, I later found out she had scammed the company. My ignorance cost them hundreds of thousands. I appreciate you giving me your opinion as to if she caused the damage with a misuse of magic.‚? I tucked a loosely curling lock of red hair that had escaped my French braid behind an ear, then adjusted my leather cap. The lift was old and slow. ‚“Like I said. No problem.‚? David watched the numbers counting up. ‚“I think my boss is trying to get me fired,‚? he said softly. ‚“This is the third claim this week to hit my desk that I‚„m not familiar with.‚? His grip on his briefcase shifted. ‚“He‚„s waiting for me to make a mistake. Pushing for it.‚? I leaned against the back mirror and smiled weakly at him. ‚“Sorry. I know how that feels.‚? I had quit my old job at Inderland Security, the I.S. almost a year ago to go independent. Though it had been rough‚€?and still was, occasionally‚€?it was the best decision I‚„d ever made. ‚“Still,‚? he persisted, the not-unpleasant scent of musk growing as he turned to me in the confined space, ‚“This isn‚„t your job. I owe you.‚? ‚“David, let it go,‚? I said, exasperated. ‚“I‚„m happy to come out here and make sure some witch isn‚„t scamming you. It‚„s no big deal. I do this stuff every day. In the dark. Usually alone. And if I‚„m lucky, it involves running, and screaming, and my foot in somebody‚„s gut.‚? The Were smiled to show his flat, blocky teeth. ‚“You like your job, don‚„t you.‚? I smiled right back. ‚“You bet I do.‚? The floor lurched, and the doors opened. David waited for me to get out first, and I looked out onto the huge, building-sized room on the top floor. The setting sun streamed in the ceiling-to-floor windows to shine on the scattered building materials. Past the windows, the Ohio River made a gray sheen. When finished, this would be a most excellent apartment. My nose tickled at the scent of two-by-fours and sanded plaster, and I sneezed. David‚„s eyes went everywhere. ‚“Hello? Mrs. Bryant?‚? he said, his deep voice echoing. ‚“I‚„m David. David Hue from Were Insurance. I brought an assistant with me.‚? He gave my tight jeans, T-shirt, and red leather jacket a disparaging look. ‚“Mrs. Bryant?‚? I followed him farther in, my nose wrinkling. ‚“I think the crack in her wall might be from removing some of those supporting members,‚? I said softly. ‚“Like I said. No problem.‚? ‚“Mrs. Bryant?‚? David called again. My thoughts went to the empty street and how far we were from the casual observer. Behind me, the elevator doors slid shut and the lift descended. A small scuff from the far end of the room sent a stab of adrenaline through me, and I spun. David, too, was on edge, and together we laughed at ourselves when a slight figure rose from the couch set adjacent to a modern kitchen, the cupboards still wrapped in plastic. ‚“Mrs. Bryant?‚? David questioned. ‚“I‚„m David Hue.‚? ‚“As prompt as your last yearly review claim,‚? a masculine voice said, the soft resonances sifting thorough the darkening air. ‚“And very thoughtful to bring a witch with you to check your customer‚„s claim with. Tell me, do you take that off your end of the year taxes, or do you claim it as a business expense?‚? David‚„s eyes were wide. ‚“It‚„s a business expense, sir.‚? I looked from David to the man standing at the end of the long room. ‚“Ah, David? I take it that‚„s not Mrs. Bryant.‚? His grip on his briefcase shifting, David shook his head. ‚“I think it‚„s the president of the company.‚? ‚“Oh.‚? I thought about that. Then thought about that some more. I was getting a bad feeling about this. ‚“David?‚? I questioned, and he put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in. ‚“I think you should leave,‚? he said, the worry in his brown eyes running right to my core. My thoughts returned to what he had said in the elevator about his boss gunning for him, and my pulse quickened. ‚“David, if you‚„re in trouble, I‚„m not leaving,‚? I said, boots thumping as he hustled me to the lift. The small man‚„s face was grim. ‚“I can handle this.‚? I tried to twist from his grip. ‚“Then I‚„ll stay and help you to the car when it‚„s over.‚? He glanced at me. ‚“I don‚„t think so, Rachel. But thanks.‚? The elevator opened. Still protesting, I was ill prepared when David jerked me back. My head came up, and my face went cold. Crap. The lift was full of Weres in various levels of elegance ranging from Armani suits and sophisticated skirt and top combos to jeans and blouses. Even worse, they all had the collected, confident pride of alphas. And they were smiling. Shit. David had a big problem. ‚“Please tell me it‚„s your birthday,‚? I said, ‚“and this is a surprise party.‚? A young Were in a bright red dress was the last to step from the elevator. Tossing her thick length of black hair, she gave me a once-over. Though sure of herself, I could tell by her stance that she wasn‚„t an alpha. This was getting weird. Alphas never got together. They just didn‚„t. Especially without their packs behind them. ‚“It‚„s not his birthday,‚? the woman said cattily. ‚“But I imagine he‚„s surprised.‚? David‚„s grip on my arm twitched. ‚“Hello, Karen,‚? he said caustically. My skin crawled as the Weres ringed us, and I felt my muscles tighten. I thought of the splat gun in my bag, then felt for a ley line, but didn‚„t tap it. David couldn‚„t pay me to leave, now. This looked like a lynching. ‚“Hi, David,‚? the woman in red said, satisfaction clear in her stance behind the alphas. ‚“You can‚„t imagine how overjoyed I was to find you had started a pack.‚? His steps quick and confident, David‚„s boss settled in between us and the elevator. The tension in the room ratcheted up a notch, and Karen slinked to stand behind him. I hadn‚„t known David long, but I‚„d never seen this mix of anger, pride, and annoyance on him before. There was no fear. David was a loner, and as such, the personal power of an alpha held little sway over him. But there were eight of them, and one of them was his boss. ‚“This doesn‚„t involve her, sir,‚? David said with a respectful anger. ‚“Let her leave.‚? David‚„s boss lifted an eyebrow. ‚“Actually, this has nothing to do with you.‚? My breath caught. Okay, maybe I was the one with the problem. . . . favorite links http://www.laurellkhamilton.org/http://www.enchanted-art.com /index.
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