ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS leaps right back into the ongoing
story of Shiarra where the last book's cliffhanger left
her, as a captive of Max Carlyle, the evil vampire master
who would like to conquer North America. Shiarra is held and
tortured in the cruel captivity of Max's lair, where she
tries unsuccessfully to get away several times before
finally escaping out a skylight.
Alec Royce, the master vampire of New York, and her recent
lover, is trying to avoid the political fallout of being
visibly involved in her rescue. Royce sends a shape-shifting
associate to pick her up, and then some of Royce's vampires
arrive to help Shiarra rescue her best friend Sara who is
still being held by Max. A pitched battle erupts during the
rescue between Max and his minions and Shiarra with her
motley group of shapeshifter, wizard, and vampires.
Shiarra is mostly human, although she has contracted some
Other-taint in her blood, partly vampire and partly
werewolf. She has a massive fear of Others, but through
her job as a private investigator as well as through her
own foolhardiness, she keeps winding up in dangerous
situations with Others, trying to oppose them and save
humans from their machinations. She is finally coming to the
realization that her own "terrible life-choices" are a large
part of the problem. In talking with Gideon, a necromancer
and temporary ally, she describes her behavior as bad
decisions, smart-ass responses, and a martyrdom complex.
ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS contains nonstop action, backed up by
a lot of snappy wit and snarky dialogue. Shiarra's budding
self-awareness keeps her from being too stupid to live but
allows her to continue to fall into one wacky situation
after the next, providing a breakneck race of thrills and
adventure. I love this H&W Investigations series, and
am already salivating for the next release in the bunch.
Jess Haines does not disappoint! Readers will achieve the
greatest enjoyment by reading the previous books in order
before tackling ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS, book 6.
Vampires, werewolves, magi and worse--the Others have joined
the mortal world, and there's no turning back now . . .
As a New York P.I. and Other specialist, Shiarra Waynest has
been in plenty of trouble before. But waking up in a
windowless room the prisoner of a vampire slave trader is a
shock for anyone. Shia has her wits, her bravado, and a
couple of used staples, so maybe she can take on a mansion
full of serious evil.
But although she's desperate to escape, Shia needs some
answers too. Her friends are in danger. There are betrayers
and spies among them. And even if she can figure out what's
going on and somehow get a message out, she's still a
captive of the worst kind. . .
Excerpt
If I hadn’t already been so stunned by the contents of the
room, I quite
possibly would’ve been shocked immobile by the palpable
interest of over a
dozen—old—no, ancient—vampires locked on me. This included
Max, whose steely
grey eyes had widened as he sat up in the oxblood leather
chair he had been
lounging upon, clearly taken aback by my spectacular
entrance. The weight of
age in this tiny room was crushing; a football stadium would
be too small to
contain the power they were unconsciously radiating. It only
took a few
seconds for me to figure out that, whatever the hell they
were doing here,
obviously they now considered me part of the menu. I hastily
backed up, using
my arms to cover as much of myself as I could, while Max
schooled his own
features into a passably blank expression.
“Of course,” Max said, his smooth voice carrying only the
tiniest hint of
irritation as he eased back in his seat and nodded in my
direction, “I had not
intended to showcase her so soon, though I don’t suppose
there’s any harm in
it. She is newly arrived, and has not been groomed properly
for servitude yet.
I doubt you would be interested in one so fresh, Kyle.”
I skittered back, but a guard who had been standing to one
side of the door
barred my escape and I backed right into him. He laughed at
how I jumped at
the unexpected contact before giving me a little shove in
Max’s direction. I
pivoted and darted to the side so I could press against the
wall instead.
No weapons, no way out, and surrounded by vampires. I was on
the verge of
hyperventilating, and Max didn’t seem keen on stopping the
guy he’d addressed
as Kyle from approaching me.
This new vampire was well dressed in a tailored “I make a
thousand dollar suit
look like cheap trash” way. He set aside a cane with a
freaky demon-looking
thing crouching on top with what I would swear were real
diamonds for eyes
before approaching me. The power of his mien paled to the
invasive
metaphysical touch that brushed over my skin, tasting some
intangible part of
me and making me want a piece of sandpaper, a pumice stone,
and the world’s
hottest shower to scrub the feel of it off of me. His
manicured nails were
blunt, shining as brightly as that whiter-than-white smile
when he ran a
smooth fingertip over my cheek, the other hand lifting to
toy with one of my
bra straps. I flinched and batted his hands away before
twisting aside and
putting some much-needed distance between us.
“Mm, perhaps you’re right. Aside from being fresh, she’s got
facial scars. I
do hope you weren’t intending on offering damaged goods.”
Though I wasn’t often hung up about my looks, his comment
sent my hand flying
to my lower lip in reflex. I often did my best to forget
about the scar left
behind when Peter bit me, nearly tearing my lip in half in
the process of
assaulting me.
Another vampire spoke up, his tone dripping disdain. “Look
how scrawny she is.
No meat on her where there should be. And that skin of hers
is a wreck—the
mark on her face is not the only one I see.”
And another. “This one is disappointing, Euphron. Very
disappointing.”
Scowling, I dropped my hand away and balled my fingers into
tight fists of
rage at my side, finding the condescending laughter of the
others in the room
too much to bear. Max started speaking but I cut him off,
shouting loudly
enough for most everyone to flinch.
“I’m not a f**king pet, I’m not your f**king plaything, and
who gives a flying
f**k if I’m scarred? Ask Max how it happened. I got it while
I was busy
killing one of your own, you f**king leeches.”
Stunned silence followed my pronouncement, and I took
advantage of the moment
to dive for the door again, shoving the surprised guard out
of my way.
“Stop.”
The word was quiet but forceful. Every muscle in my body
went rigid and I
found I couldn’t move.
“Come here.”
The other vampires watched with interest as I turned around,
breaking out in a
cold sweat as I fought the command. I managed to hold out
until I made the
mistake of meeting Max’s eyes. Though I didn’t want to do
it, one foot lifted,
then the other, bringing me closer to him. After three
steps, I was back in
the room—and found at that point that I could stop, though I
couldn’t
withstand the power of his spell enough to run again.
“Extraordinary,” commented another vampire that had been
quiet up until now,
his fangs glinting as he favored me with a wolfish grin. “I
do believe this
one doesn’t care for you, Euphron.”
A few of the others seemed to find this funny, smirking or
making wry comments
of their own. Catty bastards.
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