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Enslaved By The Others

Enslaved By The Others, July 2014
H&K Investigations #6
by Jess Haines

Kensington
Featuring: Shiarra Waynest
ISBN: 1420124048
EAN: 9781420124040
Kindle: B00I2W1688
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"A Spectacular Journey into Urban Fantasy!"

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Enslaved By The Others
Jess Haines

Reviewed by Monique Daoust
Posted July 2, 2014

Fantasy Urban

ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS is the latest instalment of the H&W Investigation series, and it starts off with a bang. P.I. Shiarra Waynest, a human, is being held captive by Max Carlyle, a master vampire, who is bent on breaking her once and for all. She is a serious thorn in his side, but she can be useful to him in achieving his goals. There are territorial wars going on, and Shiarra is a pawn in his power game. Max funds his empire with slave trading, of both humans and Others, who are all sorts of paranormal creatures and are used for their abilities and as blood donors. Max is determined to have Shiarra on his side one way or another, and because of a blood exchange, she is somewhat bound to him.

The blood exchange with Max has also triggered surprisingly unexpected reactions related to events in Shiarra's past, and things are becoming more and more unsettling. While being kept prisoner, she has befriended an Other of a species unknown to her, as well getting acquainted with other slaves. She promises that if she escapes, she will free them all. She has been obsessed with escaping, and when she manages to find a way, makes a run for it. Her best friend Sara is also missing, and Shiarra must find her. Along the way, betrayals are revealed, alliances are forged and broken, but I will not say any more because anything else could be considered spoilers.

ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS is phenomenal! It's action-packed from beginning to end. Jess Haines has thought of every minute detail as Shiarra runs for her life. The worldbuilding is superlative. The characters multi-faceted and colourful, without being over the top. Ms. Haines is an extraordinarily gifted writer as well as a master storyteller. ENSLAVED BY THE OTHERS is an absolute must-read for any fan of paranormal or urban fantasy.

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SUMMARY

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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