Bloodfever: Fever Series Book 2 by Karen Marie MoningBloodfever: Fever Series Book 2 by Karen Marie Moning

Bloodfever: Fever Series Book 2

byKaren Marie Moning

Mass Market Paperback | August 26, 2008

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I used to be your average, everyday girl but all that changed one night in Dublin when I saw my first Fae, and got dragged into a world of deadly immortals and ancient secrets. . . .

In her fight to stay alive, MacKayla must find the Sinsar Dubh—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, which holds the key to power over the worlds of both the Fae and Man. Pursued by assassins, surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she can’t trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and powerful men: V’lane, the immortal Fae Prince, and Jericho Barrons, a man as irresistible as he is dangerous.

For centuries the shadowy realm of the Fae has coexisted with that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.

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Karen Marie Moning is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.
Title:Bloodfever: Fever Series Book 2Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 6.89 × 4.16 × 0.97 inPublished:August 26, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Much better! I was not impressed with the first book but Im glad I continued. The second book was much better and im looking forward to carrying on with the series.
Date published: 2018-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kicks Butt! MacKayla Lane is amazing as a character; she is strong, fights with her fists and her heart, and is powerful as a person and ally. She has spunk! Amazing read!!
Date published: 2017-08-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent series One of my favourite Urban Fantasy series. Highly recommend for those who like a little Paranormal Romance blended in.
Date published: 2017-05-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good I enjoyed this one more than the first.
Date published: 2017-04-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Great continuation to the series. Interesting and fast paced.
Date published: 2017-04-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Engaging this book keep the pace and you want to continue reading all the serie!
Date published: 2017-02-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love!!! karen keeps the pace fast with this sequel. can't get enough of the fever world.
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great A great continuation from book one. I can't wait to start the next one.
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Amazing! The second installment of Bloodfever is absolutely amazing! I can definitely feel the steam in this one! There's so much going on! Everything is so dramatic, and intense! Sparks are flying between Mac and Jericho that's for sure! JB is literally getting under my skin! He has so many secrets about him! It gets me so frustrated! I wonder when the author is going to giveaway his true nature! <i>"A lonely boy. A lone man. Alone in a desert beneath a blood-red moon. War everywhere. Always war. A breath-stealing sirocco sweeping down over treacherously sifting sands. A cave in a cliff wall. Sanctuary? No sanctuary left anywhere." - Jericho Barrons' mind of his past. </i>
Date published: 2017-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! This series will definitely be going in my re-read series. Ones I can read a million times and never get tired of! Love Mr. Jericho #plumreview
Date published: 2017-01-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great addition to a great series A solid second installment to one of my favourite series.
Date published: 2017-01-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic series This book was just as good as the first one. I love this series, its exciting, intense, sexy, it's got it all.
Date published: 2016-12-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Enjoying this Series "Bloodfever" by Karen Marie Moning. Book 2 in the MacKalya Lane series. (aka The Fever series) So continues the adventure of MacKayla (Mac) Lane and Jericho Barrons. A great second addition to the series following Mac wanting revenge on the creature that murdered her sister. It's kind of difficult to explain this book without giving anything away but I can definitely say this is NOT a stand alone book. You really should read the first one to know what's going on and get a feel for all the characters. I usually try to explain a little about the plot of the book in my reviews but story itself is just ended I guess is what I'm looking for...because even when the book is done, the story isn't over yet. You know there are more books to read. In this book, more information is revealed about the mysterious Sinsar Duhb, more characters are introduced and we still don't know exactly what Jericho Barrons is. These books keep you hanging with little tidbits of info teasing you into thinking what the heck is really happening. The book is also very introspective on Mac's part. I can see we are going to see Mac's character grow and develop throughout the series and finds her self worth. It's a very interesting series to say the least. I really enjoyed this book. As with the first, the descriptions are just amazing. The story flows really well. The little bits of humour thrown in add a lighter feel in the darkness of this series' world. There's definitely an erotic feel to the book as well and hints towards a blossoming relationship between Barrons and Mac. But if you're looking for a all out romance book, this book is not like that. This series is almost like a mystery, each book giving just enough information to keep you interested and wanting more. I can't wait to start the next book! I will definitely be reading this entire series.
Date published: 2016-11-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Darkfever Right from the 1st page, this novel is faster & more suspenseful than the 1st in the series. I felt as if something nefarious was always afoot (and yes, this novel made me want to use the word nefarious to describe it). A sense of darkness and foreboding emanates from Moning’s writing. The fae become more and more developed throughout this novel. They are no longer a singular concept, but rather a multiplicity of different beings. There are so many different types of fae, each with their own biology, morphology, and end goals. The tidbits about fae hierarchy were also quite intriguing. I really like how Mac is beginning to grow up throughout the novel, but that it isn’t a miraculous, all at once, change. As a person, I like her a lot more in this novel than when I’d first met her and she’s also much more captivating. Jericho Barros is also becoming even more mysterious and enigmatic. As a major player in the story he has me hooked. I know I probably should, but gads, I love V’lane. He’s quickly becoming a series favourite for me. He’s just so much fun. This novel was fast paced & suspenseful, keeping me coming back for more. It does end with a definite cliffhanger that left me needing to know what comes next.
Date published: 2015-07-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Darkfever Right from the 1st page, this novel is faster & more suspenseful than the 1st in the series. I felt as if something nefarious was always afoot (and yes, this novel made me want to use the word nefarious to describe it). A sense of darkness and foreboding emanates from Moning’s writing. The fae become more and more developed throughout this novel. They are no longer a singular concept, but rather a multiplicity of different beings. There are so many different types of fae, each with their own biology, morphology, and end goals. The tidbits about fae hierarchy were also quite intriguing. I really like how Mac is beginning to grow up throughout the novel, but that it isn’t a miraculous, all at once, change. As a person, I like her a lot more in this novel than when I’d first met her and she’s also much more captivating. Jericho Barros is also becoming even more mysterious and enigmatic. As a major player in the story he has me hooked. I know I probably should, but gads, I love V’lane. He’s quickly becoming a series favourite for me. He’s just so much fun. This novel was fast paced & suspenseful, keeping me coming back for more. It does end with a definite cliffhanger that left me needing to know what comes next.
Date published: 2015-07-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Whew Answers are slowly coming. Looking forward to the next book. I am becoming addicted to this series. I hope to get the next book soon.
Date published: 2015-01-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read Intriguingly addictive series
Date published: 2014-06-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fever Series I have read all the Fae books, excellent all of them. Some start out relatively slow, but being caught up in the story lines is amazing and carries a person beyond what is expected in a fantasy.
Date published: 2013-06-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bloodfever This is a great series can't put it down a must read
Date published: 2013-05-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from More slow-moving than the first book 3.5 stars. This is the second book in this series. Mac is learning more about what she is, while trying to ward off Unseelies, more and more of whom seem to be appearing in Dublin. She has people who want her alive, so will help her when needed. Mac also finds more people like her, and she hopes they can help her learn more. This was good, but I thought more slow-moving than the first book, although it did pick up at the end and ended on a slight cliffhanger
Date published: 2012-06-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The Adventure continues. . . The second novel continues right where the first novel leaves off. Mac doesn’t really know who out of the major players to really trust. She discovers a little more about where she comes from and goes through some pretty fatal experiences. Good second novel in this series. You’re starting to really get to know who all the major players in the novel are. I still believe that this novel could do without all the over the top sexually tidbits that they throw in. Good story, good characters, good pace, it just flows very well. It’s written very well and stokes the fire for wanting to know more about the characters.
Date published: 2012-04-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The adventure continues with Mac and Barrons Mac was your typical everyday girl, but all that changed one night in Dublin when she saw my first Fae and got dragged into a world of ancient secrets and immortal beings called Fae (Seelie and Unseelie). In her fight to stay alive and find out who murdered her sister, Mac must find a million-year-old book of the blackest magic called the Sinsar Dubh which holds the key to power over the worlds of both the Fae and Man. Pursued by a caste of good and evil surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she can’t trust. Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and powerful men. V’lane is an immortal Fae Prince and Jericho Barrons who is a man as irresistible as he is dangerous. Though who will she trust? or will it be neither? Now the walls between the two are coming down and Mac is the only thing that stands between them. As the Unseelie are to make their escape into the human and forever change the race of humans
Date published: 2012-03-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from It was worth continuing the series!! So after the first book I was a little hesitant to continue with the series because I found the main character, Mac, fairly annoying, but I am glad I did. I was glad to see that in this book she had matured greatly. There is still a little of the old Mac in there, but she is far more tolerable, and I am even starting to like her. Reflecting back, I think maybe it was good to have her as she was in the first book so that you can see how she develops. The story was exciting and full of action enough to make me ok with the fact that you are left with another cliffhanger. PROS: Great character development, page turning story, and you start getting to know other characters a little better, like Barrons and V'Lane. CONS: Mac can still be a little annoying, but much improved (and it wouldn't have made sense to change her completely anyways), cliffhanger ending (if you don't like them) OVERALL: Better than the first, definitely worth the read.
Date published: 2011-07-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Getting better... Although this book was better than the first of the series I still am not completely hooked. I love Barrons, he is arrogant and sexy and possibly a little jealous? Is that from wanting Mac romantically or keeping her as an OOP detector all to himself? Either way Barrons is the best part of the book. There are a few new characters in this book and a bit more information comes out but of course more questions as well. We get to see a bit of a new direction from V’Lane as well. On to book 3.
Date published: 2011-07-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Cave Scene!!! Bloodfever is the second book in Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series. It is your typical second book in an Urban Fantasy series. Book one usually sets up the world and its players. Book two is typically a transition book. The book that reminds us of how the world works in the series, shows us how the hero or heroine has developed from book one and guides the reader in the direction that the series is ultimately going to take her. Yes, Bloodfever is your classic book two, but with Karen’s talented mark on it, it also feels like so much more. I can’t believe how much of this book I had forgotten! And important stuff too! It’s embarrassing actually. It’s making me really glad I decided to re-read this series before its big finale. (OMG only 39 more days until Shadowfever! *super squee*) Even though the Unseelie Fae are ultimately the evil do-ers in this series, each book focuses on a specific bad guy. I remembered who it was but I found him even more disgusting this time around. He is just nasty. Poor, poor Mac… Mac is still her new kick ass self in this book. She knows she is stuck. She knows that she is being used by V’Lane and by Barrons and by pretty much everyone else that crosses her path, but she is trying to be less of a pushover about it. She is trying to regain some control over her own life. I like seeing Mac like this. And I can’t wait to follow her on the rest of her journey and be reminded of other things I really should have remembered but forgot…and made to feel like an idiot because of it. *sigh* You see more of V’Lane in Bloodfever. He is trying a different approach with Mac this time around. He is really trying to be her friend. I love how he tries to humanize himself for Mac. It’s quite comical actually, in a creepy sexy sort of way. Of course, there is lots of Barrons in this book. Have I ever mentioned how I love Barrons as a character? Well in case you all missed it, I love Barrons as a character! He is the same in this book as he was in the last. Arrogant in the best of ways, smug in the sexiest of ways and tender in the most surprising of ways. And do I detect a slight hint of jealousy a time or two?! We may see some cracks in his façade once in a blue moon in this book but we still don’t get any closer to figuring out who Barrons is exactly or what he is exactly. At the back of the book, Karen has included the Glossary from Mac’s Journal. I think, when it comes to Barrons, Mac says it best in her journal. She writes: “BARRONS, JERICHO: I haven’t the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that’s something.” You meet a new character that will play quite an important role not only in the books from now on but also in Mac’s life. We meet Dani, the 15 year old wonder sidhe-seer. She is a cute character who won’t curse for real so she says “feck”. A lot. Definitely one of the most likeable characters in this series. And through Dani, the mystery of the “crazy old lady” gets answered…sort of. But don’t let that excite you too much. Because for every one thing that may get answered in this book, 100 new questions come up! And you think I’m kidding… Here is a good example of things that make you go “huh?” in this book: “I had an overwhelming desire to start screaming at everyone to run, to leave, to do…something…I couldn’t remember…something that lurked somewhere in my genetic memory…a thing we’d learned to do…long ago…a ritual, dark thing…we’d paid a terrible price…it had been our greatest shame…we’d made ourselves forget.” Okay, maybe it doesn’t quite make you say “huh?” In actuality, it makes you say “WTF?!” I really do appreciate how Chapter 14 is basically a recap of what has happened so far and what you should be thinking about. It helped keep me focused and it helped me ask the right questions instead of being inundated by a million other questions I seem to be making up as I go along in this series. And we still get some philosophical moments I love so much in this series. These are two of my favorites: “You can’t go forward if you’re looking backward, Mac, Daddy always said. You run into walls that way.” “Lies roll of us. It’s the truths we work hardest to silence.” Before I go, I’m just going to say one more quick thing. The cave scene! That is all I’m saying. Okay…I won’t leave you like that. I’ll add one more thing and that is I read that scene twice in a row. Bloodfever really keeps the story going along nicely and keeps you wanting more. Basically, it’s the perfect second book. Faefever is book 3 and I remember that one. And boy oh boy I can’t wait to read it again!
Date published: 2010-12-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I've Got the Fever! After a shaky start, I can now say I have officially caught the fever! Picking up where the first book left off, Bloodfever eclipses Darkfever in more ways than one. The book begins with Mac still recovering from her injuries in meeting with the Lord Master. Although she is finally starting to feel at home at Barrons Books and Baubles, she soon starts seeing a spectral figure that bares an eerie resemblance to death. Conflict escalates when Mac is questioned by the Garda (Irish police) for murder and Derek O'Bannion shows up at the store looking for his dead brother. However, Mac finds some hope in discovering more about her abilities when she runs into another sidhe-seer. But when Mac is kidnapped by an enemy she thought was dead, she is forced to make a decision that may have terrible consequences for her in the future. I liked this version of Mac far more than the last version. In the book, Mac says that there are two Macs, girly Mac and savage Mac. In Bloodfever, girly Mac takes a backseat. She continues her transformation into grown-up Mac as she begins to grapple with the seriousness of her situation. Yet, she still retains some her southern charm. I get quite a kick out of her telling Barrons he is a "petunia". However, Barrons is just as mysterious as ever. Throughout the entire book I was so frustrated because when you think you have it figured out, Moning adds a new twist. I'm just confused about Barrons as I ever was. However, I have my theories about what Barrons could be. Also, I enjoyed the added sexual chemistry of Barrons and Mac's relationship. While the sparks between the two is evident in the first book, their attraction is undeniable in Bloodfever. I'm still keeping up hope that these two will end up together in the end. Along with throwing new curve balls into Barrons true identify, Moning also adds some new twists to the story. While some plot lines get wrapped, new ones are introduced. As a result, I am now hooked on this series. I thoroughly enjoy Moning's writing style and found that I finished the book faster than I wanted to. I'm lucky that I can just pick Faefever right off my bookshelf. Actually, that is what I'm going to do right now. Watch out Barrons, here I come.
Date published: 2010-11-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Oh Mac the things you get into! Mac is still settling in to her new world, and recovering from her resent injuries incurred from battling Malluce and The Master. Malluce, the vampire that was working for The Master, is now one less enemy to worry about since his timely death. The battle between Barron and V’Lance for Mac still continues. They both have saved her life, but Mac trusts neither of them. The two men are only helping her out because she can find the Sinsor Dubh. Both men offer Mac bracelets that would allow them to find Mac if she needs help, Mac turns them both down. Mac worries that once the book is found that she will become expendable. Malluce is only partially dead and kidnaps Mac to get his revenge. Malluce was part Fae because he was eating some of them, which gives you their strength, speed and healing. When Mac stabbed him with the Fae knife it started killing him slowly. He torturers her until she breaks. Mac thinks that maybe she should have accepted the tracking brackets that were offered to her. (Nothing like hindsight) Thinking that all is lost, Mac can’t believe her eyes when Barron shows up and breaks her out. Unfortunately Barron’s arrival is a little too late, Mac is dying. At the last minute Mac chooses to eat some of the Fae meat that Malluce has been eating. She gets stronger and heels, and heads out for her own revenge on Malluce. ***SPOILER*** Mac gets her revenge but at what cost? She can’t detect the Fae objects after eating the Fae meet. Mac can’t trust Barron, he tattooed her with a tracking tattoo against her wishes. She can’t trust V’Lane because his bracelet would never have come off and the police are starting to follow Mac all around Dublin. More importantly she seems to be losing herself. The only good thing is that the Fae affects wear off, but Mac is in so deep she needs an excavator to get her out. Bring on book three! Book two has the series getting better and better. All the blocks for the series are laid in book one, and this just takes off from there. Fast, paced and exciting. If only Barron and Mac could trust each other enough to talk, half of what Mac gets into would never happen. Gotta love to hate it!
Date published: 2010-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love This Series! The story continues with Mac in Ireland. Now Mac knows what she is and that her sister was after a very dark and dangerous book. Now Mac continues to hunt down the book with Jericho as a partner. She must learn how to kill fairy and resist V’lane. This is all I am going to say because I don’t want to ruin any surprises this book contains.
Date published: 2010-02-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Hooked on fever series! This starts off where the first book leaves off, so you need to read this series in order. I love the characters and the little love triangle between V'lane, Barrons and Mac. Mac never seems to get a break, things just seem to go from bad to worse for her, but she is determined to keep fighting. You won't want to put it down once you start reading and just when you think you have an idea as to what might happen next, Karen surprises you and just makes the story that much more interesting. I love how Karen has written this series, you really feel like you are right there with Mac.
Date published: 2010-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So maybe I was wrong When I first read Darkfever I thought it wasn't very good. Problem was when I bought it, I also bought Bloodfever. So after a year of gathering dust on my shelf I decided to attempt to read it. And guess what? I actually like it...a lot. Mac is still a bottle brunette, still an OOP detector and still searching for the person who murdered her sister. The only people she can turn to are Jericho Barnes, V'Lane(the fae prince) and a new player Rowena. The trouble with these three is that they can be trusted as about as far as Mac can throw them. And I was very excited to see the guys from the Highlander series slightly mentioned and the introduction of Christian MacKelter. Squeal! I will be getting the rest of the books in this series and can't wait to read them. Also, a huge apology to the Fae fans I offended with my Darkfever review. I now see the error of my ways.
Date published: 2009-10-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Mac Attack! This is the second book in the fever series. Mac Lane is embracing her new persona as a sidhe seer and null. She is learning her strengths but finding herself in sticky situations. First, Mac wakes up in a building full of Shades. Second, Mac notices the return of an angry O’Bannion, with vengeance on the brain. Third, Prince V’Lane is up to his tricks and scams. Fourth, Mac’s dad returns and demands that Mac leave Barrons and Ireland. Read more at:
Date published: 2009-08-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just Gets Better and Better Bloodfever is the second book in Moning's Fever series. Picking up where Darkfever left off, it is as good or better than the first. I am well and truly hooked by this series. After travelling to Ireland, Southern belle, MacKayla Lane, has learned she is a Sidhe-seer - she has an inborn talent that allows her to see through the glamor that the Fae use to walk among humans. She can also sense magical objects and use them. Having teamed up with the mysterious and brooding Barrons to help him find the Sinsar Dubh, an ancient Fae book, her life has taken a turn onto the dark side. In this book, Mac continues to learn more about herself and what she is capable of doing. Using the spearhead she 'acquired' a.k.a. stole, from a (now deceased) Irish mobster, she has been personally making a dent in the unseelie population. She also continues in her role as OOP detector for Barrons (OOPs are objects of power). I thoroughly enjoy Moning's chatty writing style and she has captured Mac beautifully. The story unravels at a quick pace - I was done before I realized it. It kept me riveted until the end and left me dying for more. Luckily the next book, Faefever is already out and Dreamfever is due for release this month (Aug 2009).
Date published: 2009-08-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A big improvement over the first book! I used to think my sister and I were just two nice southern girls who’d get married in a few years and settle down to a quiet life. Then I discovered that Alina and I descend, not from good wholesome southern stock, but from an ancient Celtic bloodline of powerful sidhe-seers, people who can see the Fae. Not only can I see the terrifying otherworldly race, but I can sense the sacred Fae relics that hold the deadliest of their magic. When my sister was found dead in a trash-filled alley in Dublin, I came over to get answers. Now all I want is revenge. And after everything I’ve learned about myself, I know I have the power to get it…. MacKayla Lane’s ordinary life underwent a complete makeover when she landed on Ireland’s shores and was plunged into a world of deadly sorcery and ancient secrets. In her fight to stay alive, Mac must find the Sinsar Dubh–a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, which holds the key to power over both the worlds of the Fae and of Man. Pursued by Fae assassins, surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she cannot trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and irresistible men: V’lane, the insatiable Fae who can turn sensual arousal into an obsession for any woman, and the ever-inscrutable Jericho Barrons, a man as alluring as he is mysterious. For centuries the shadowy realm of the Fae has coexisted with that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.… This is the 2nd book in Moning's Fae series. Again, in the romance section, but aside from a scene here or there, this book is no more romance driven than Armstrong's, Chance's or Briggs' books. So as far as I'm concerned, should fall into the supernatural/fantasy category. This book was far better than the first, and I'll rate it at a 4/5. There is so much more character growth within our main character Mac, and although the information is sparse, we also get to see a little more into who Jericho Barrons is. Mac comes into her own in this book, coming to terms that she's going to have to fight if she wants to live. She's acting smarter (some of the time) and making better decisions that are in her own best interest (well, better than the first book). The reality is this girl, at 22, who's had her entire life turned upside down in a couple of short months, still has a lot to learn. I find the fact that she has a hard time swearing, endearing of her. She group up in a family with strong values and opinions of how women should and should not act, a little 1950's, but not so much that it's unreasonable. I've grown to like Mac much more than I did in book 1 and I don't find myself nearly as critical of her character. As I said, she's grown a lot... Within the book, she refers to herself as a part of a chess game, with key players, including herself - whom everyone seems to be wanting a piece of thanks to her rare abilities, Jericho Barrons, the Lord Master, V'Lane, Rowena and others. Along with players she's just realizing exist. Then there's the pawns, the unseelies and the shades. This kid's up against a lot and she's starting to understand. A great book... once your through the first, the rest is smooth sailing... I'm anxiously awaiting my opportunity to read FaeFever (book 3).
Date published: 2009-03-11
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Horrible This book is a complete waste of money. I find the main character, Mac, to be extremely childish. I don't want to know the most expensive dress she will ever have will be the one her "Daddy" buys her! ... or the fact that she can't use swear words! ... this character is supposed to be 22?? ... My God, she sounds like she's barely 13!!! This book is not nearly as well written as any of Moning's other books. I am having a very hard time reading it. I am also beginning to loathe Mac and her idiotic ways!
Date published: 2008-11-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Intriguing I read this book solely for the reason that I'd read the first and was...curious-let's say. I'm a book reader at heart, love them in all shapes and forms. But I'm not a fan of one single story line being dragged out in numerous novels. I think that’s the number one downside to this series for me. But with that being said, I read this one in one sitting. My dis-like of the main character is fading with each chapter I read and each thing she does to prove she's no longer vapid and shallow. The twists and turns in this novel was like a roller coaster. But again I have to express my dis-like of the lack of a strong leading man for the main character. I've come-though-to like Jericho Barrons even though he's devious and shady. Karen Marie Moning writes intriguing characters and odd tense relationships. Like the one Mac and Barrons share and probably won't ever cross.
Date published: 2008-10-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from No longer the spoiled rich girl. MacKayla has more questions than answers. And every time she asks questions, some are ignored, evaded, or answered, but not directly. Mac is getting frustrated. She doesn’t know who to trust, unsure of where to turn. She wants answers desperately and is doing anything she can to find them. Fiona purposely closes all the lights and opens a window, hoping the shades will get rid of Mac once and for all. Inspector O’Duffy manages to track her down and begins asking questions about things not quite right, things Mac already knows (in Darkfever). However, not long afterwards, she’s brought in for questionning. Seems O’Duffy was murdered and Mac is the prime suspect. Inspector Jayne, O’Duffy’s brother-in-law, doesn’t like Mac and sticks to her like glue. On top of everything, her father’s come to Ireland to bring her home. She’ll send him back - but she’s not going anywhere. She finds out that there are other sidhe-seers in Ireland, but so far not one of them has done a thing to earn her trust. And just when things get hairy, someone comes for her, someone she though dead. But the cuff that acts as a tracking device that Barrons had put around her arm so that he can find her has been removed. Will Barrons find her in time? I found I liked Mac much more in this one than in Darkfever. The spoiled rich girl act was driving me nuts. In this one, she’s grown up quite a bit and is learning more and more. Barrons is just as secretive and mysterious as in Darkfever, and the electricity, the sexual tension between them adds spark to the story. Lots of action, questions answered only to have more questions, new things learned, old things revisited. We learn what Barrons isn’t, but again, more questions arise. Who is he? What is he? The Lord Master pops in, and when he commands, Mac’s body obeys, no matter how hard she tries to stop it. But the second that Barrons yells that Mac stays with him, the Lord Master takes one look at him and leaves, leaving Mac with Barrons. So, question is - who is Barrons? What is he? Why is he so desperate to use Mac to find the Sinsar Dubh, let alone any other artifacts of the Fae? And just the thought of her being with another man rubs him raw, but yet he pushes her away. Why? And with yet another cliffhanger ending, we wait for Faefever. While most won’t have to wait long (hardcover released September 16th), I’ll be waiting. Can’t afford to buy hardcovers. A year is going to be a long wait with that last cliffhanger. And with all those questions still unresolved, you can bet I’ll be at the bookstore bright and early when the MMP is released. I’m not usually one for cliffhanger endings and unanswered questions, but the way Moning writes is perfect - it makes me come back for more. I love the banter, the tension, between Mac and Barrons.
Date published: 2008-09-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved IT! Ever since reading Dark Fever I couldn't wait for Blood Fever to come be released and once it was, I picked it up I was totally hooked. I love the idea of an entire world that we don't know about right under our nose! I can't wait for Fae Fever, it seems like I have been waiting for forever.
Date published: 2008-09-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful The humor was surprising as it wasn't expected. With a whole new world of beings walking the streets the author did an amazing job of describing each one without overwhelming the reader. Add the great dialogue, suspense, humor and romance and you have a book you can't put down. This type of book is why i read!
Date published: 2008-06-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting!! I must admit that like some reviews, there is the missing romantic connections but it's like you just know that it's coming!! I hope that Faefever will have more romance because it's an awful long plot just to get there...Interesting, but long
Date published: 2008-01-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wicked! This was a brilliant book. Always a fan of the supernatural stories, but I never really got into books about the Fae before Karen Marie Moning. I read Darkfever and couldnt wait to read this one. Totally recommend it to any and all!
Date published: 2008-01-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from undecided I liked this book, but it did not satisfy. i really enjoyed the first book and i think i wanted more answers and more about the men in her life but that didn't happen. i will definately read the next but i felt cheated at the end of this book. This book should not be in the romance section
Date published: 2007-12-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good God.. i loved it Since I loved the Highlander series, I wasn't sure how I would feel about the Fever series but in true Moning fashion she has roped me in once again and I am in love with the characters. I cannot wait for Faefever...Fan ta bu lous!!!!!!!
Date published: 2007-11-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I got the FEVER! Intense! Love it! Can't wait for Faefever to come out!
Date published: 2007-11-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Better and Better I enjoyed the first novel in this series but am officially hooked after Bloodfever. Darkfever introduced you to Mac and follwed her as she fell down the proverbial rabbit hole into the world of the Fae. Bloodfever brought you to a whole new level as the pace and danger increases with every turn of the page. Karen Marie Moning is definitely setting up the reader for the ride of their lives with a sexy Fae prince, evil vampires, dark brooding men and all kinds of evil unseelie creatures out to prey on innocent humans. And to drive you complete crazy, the Mackeltars start to make their way into the peripheral of the storyline. The plot for these series has been laid into almost all her past books and I am very excited to see whole this will all play out over the next 3 books (I think there is 5 in this series but I could be wrong) However, the real question is how will I wait a whole year for the next chapter.
Date published: 2007-10-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from my new favourite series Karen marie Moning has created a fabulous new alternate reality series with her first 2 books: Darkfever and Bloodfever. Mac is a kick ass , take no prisoner kind of heroine. Barron as her mentor/partner is every bit as alpha and sexy as you could want him to be. I couldn't put this book down. All the characters are memorable and the descriptions of the Seelie and Unseelie are terrifying. I don't know when Faefever will be out, but it can't be soon enough.
Date published: 2007-10-10

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PrologueAll of us have our little problems and insecurities. I’m no different. Back in high school whenI used to feel insecure about something, I would console myself with two thoughts: I’m pretty, and my parents love me. Between those two, I could survive anything.Since then I’ve come to understand how little the former matters, and how bitterly the latter can be tested. What’s left then? Nothing about our appearance or who loves or hates us. Nothing about our brainpower—which, like beauty, is an unearned gift of genetics—nor even anything about what we say.It’s our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for.My name is MacKayla Lane. I think. Some say my last name is really O’Connor. That’s another of my insecurities right now: who I am. Although, at the moment, I’m in no hurry to find out. What I am is disturbing enough.I’m from Ashford, Georgia. I think. Lately I’ve realized I have some tricky memories I can’t quite sort through.I’m in Ireland. When my sister, Alina, was found dead in a trash-filled alley on Dublin’s north side, the local police closed her case in record time, so I flew over to see what I could do about getting justice.Okay, so maybe I’m not that pure.What I really came over for was revenge. And now, after everything I’ve seen, I want it twice as bad.I used to think my sister and I were just two nice southern girls who would get married in a few years, have babies, and settle down to a life of sipping sweet tea on a porch swing under the shade of waxy-blossomed magnolias, raising our children together near Mom and Dad and each other.Then I discovered Alina and I descend not from good, wholesome southern stock but from an ancient Celtic bloodline of powerful sidhe-seers, people who can see the Fae, a terrifying race of otherworldly beings that have lived secretly among us for thousands of years, cloaked in illusions and lies.  Governed loosely by a queen, and even more loosely by a Compact few support and many ignore, they have preyed on humans for millennia.Supposedly I’m one of the most powerful sidheseers ever born. Not only can I see the Fae, I can sense their sacred relics that hold the deadliest and most powerful of their magic.I can find them.I can use them.I’ve already found the mythic Spear of Luin, one of only two weapons capable of killing an immortal Fae. I’m also a Null—a person who can temporarily freeze a Fae and cancel out its power with the mere touch of my hands. It helps me kick butt when I need to, and lately, every time I turn around, I need to.My world began falling apart with the death of my sister, and hasn’t stopped since. And it’s not just my world that’s in trouble; it’s your world, too.The walls between Man and Faery are coming down.I don’t know why or how. I only know they are. I know it in my sidhe-seer blood. On a dark Fae wind, I taste the metallic tang of a bloody and terrible war coming. In the distant air, I hear the thunderclap of sharp-bladed hooves as Fae stallions circle impatiently, ready to charge down on us in the ancient, forbidden Wild Hunt.I know who killed my sister. I’ve stared into the murderous eyes of the one who seduced, used, and destroyed her. Not quite Fae, not quite human, he calls himself the Lord Master, and he’s been opening portals between realms, bringing Unseelie through to our world.The Fae consist of two adversarial courts with their own Royal Houses and unique castes: the Light or Seelie Court, and the Dark or Unseelie Court. Don’t let the light and dark stuff deceive you: They’re both deadly. Scary thing is the Seelie considered their darker brethren, the Unseelie, so abominable that they imprisoned themthemselves a few hundred eons ago. When one Fae fears another Fae, you know you’ve got problems.Now the Lord Master is freeing the darkest, most dangerous of our enemies, turning them loose on our world, and teaching them to infiltrate our society. When these monsters walk down our streets, you see only the “glamour” they throw: the illusion of a beautiful human woman, man, or child.I see what they really are.I have no doubt I would have ended up every bit as dead as my sister shortly after I arrived in Dublin, if I’d not stumbled into a bookstore owned by the enigmatic Jericho Barrons. I have no idea who or what he is, or what he’s after, but he knows more about what I am and what’s going on out there than anyone else I’ve met, and I need that knowledge.When I had no place to turn, Jericho Barrons took me in, taught me, opened my eyes, and helped me survive. Granted, he didn’t do it nicely, but I’m no longer quite so picky about how I survive, as long as I do.Because it was safer than my cheap room at the inn, I moved into his bookstore. It’s well protected against most of my enemies with wards and assorted nasty tricks, and stands bastion at the edge of what I call a Dark Zone: a neighborhood that has been taken over by Shades, amorphous Unseelie that thrive in darkness and feed off humans.Barrons and I have formed an uneasy alliance based on mutual need: We both want the Sinsar Dubh—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, allegedly scribed by the Unseelie King himself, that holds the key to power over both the worlds of Fae and Man.I want it because it was Alina’s dying request that I find it, and I suspect it holds the key to saving our world.He wants it because he says he collects books. Right.Everyone else I’ve encountered is after it, too. The hunt is dangerous, the stakes enormous.Because the Sinsar Dubh is a Fae relic, I can sense it when it’s near. Barrons can’t. But he knows where to look for it, and I don’t. So now we’re partners in crime who don’t trust each other one bit.Nothing in my sheltered, pampered life prepared me for the past few weeks. Gone is my long blond hair, chopped short for the sake of anonymity and dyed dark. Gone are my pretty pastel outfits, replaced by drab colors that don’t show blood. I’ve learned to cuss, steal, lie, and kill. I’ve been assaulted by a death-by-sex Fae and made to strip, not once but twice, in public. I discovered that I was adopted. I nearly died.With Barrons at my side, I’ve robbed a mobster and his henchmen and led them to their deaths. I’ve fought and killed dozens of Unseelie. I battled the vampire Mallucé in a bloody showdown with the Lord Master himself.In one short month I’ve managed to piss off virtually every being with magical power in this city. Half of those I’ve encountered want me dead; the other half want to use me to find the deadly, coveted Sinsar Dubh.I could run home, I suppose. Try to forget. Try to hide.Then I think of Alina, and how she died.Her face swims up in my mind—a face I knew as well as my own; she was more than my sister, she was my best friend—and I can almost hear her saying: Right, Junior—and risk leading a monster like Mallucé, a death-by-sex Fae, or some other Unseelie back to Ashford? Take a chance that some of the Shades might cop a ride in your luggage and devour the charming, idyllic streets of our childhood, one burnt-out streetlamp at a time? When you see the Dark Zone that used to be our home, how will you feel, Mac?Before her voice even begins to fade, I know that I’m here until this is over.Until either they’re dead or I am.Alina’s death will be avenged.OneYou’re a difficult woman to find, Ms. Lane,” said Inspector O’Duffy as I opened the diamond-paned front door of Barrons Books and Baubles.The stately old-world bookstore was my home away from home, whether I liked it or not, and despite the sumptuous furnishings, priceless rugs, and endless selection of top-rate reading material, I didn’t. The comfiest cage is still a cage.He glanced at me sharply when I stepped around the door, into full view, noting my splinted arm and fingers, the stitches in my lip, and the fading purple and yellow bruises that began around my right eye and extended to the base of my jaw. Though he raised a brow, he made no comment.The weather outside was awful, and so long as the door was open, I was too close to it. It had been raining for days, a relentless, depressing torrent that needled me with sharp wind-driven droplets even where I stood, tucked beneath the shelter of the column-flanked archway of the bookstore’s grand entry. At eleven o’clock on Sunday morning, it was so overcast and dark that the streetlamps were still on. Despite their sullen yellow glares, I could barely see the outlines of the shops across the street through the thick, soupy fog.I backed up to let the inspector enter. Gusts of chilly air stepped in on his heels.I closed the door and returned to the conversation area near the fire where I’d been wrapped in an afghan on the sofa, reading. My borrowed bedroom is on the top floor, but when the bookstore is closed on weekends I make the first floor, with its cozy reading nooks and enameled fireplaces, my personal parlor. My taste in reading material has become a bit eccentric of late. Acutely aware of O’Duffy on my heels, I surreptitiously toed a few of the more bizarre titles I’d been perusing beneath a handsome curio cabinet. The Wee People: Fairy Tale or Fact? was chased by Vampires for Dummies and Divine Power: A History of Holy Relics.“Dreadful weather,” he observed, stepping to the hearth and warming his hands before the softly hissing gas flames.I agreed with perhaps more enthusiasm than the fact warranted, but the endless deluge outside was getting to me. A few more days of this and I was going  to start building an ark. I’d heard it rained a lot in Ireland, but “constantly” was a smidge more than a lot, in my book. Transplanted against my will, a homesick, reluctant tourist, I’d made the mistake of checking the weather back home in Ashford this morning. It was a sultry, blue-skied ninety-six degrees in Georgia—just another perfect, blossom-drenched, sunny day in the Deep South. In a few hours my girlfriends would be heading up to one of our favorite lakes where they would soak up the sun, scope out datable guys, and flip through the latest fashion magazines.Here in Dublin it was a whopping fifty degrees and so darned wet it felt like half that.No sun. No datable guys. And my only fashion concern was making sure my clothes were baggy enough to accommodate weapons concealed beneath them. Even in the relative security of the bookstore, I was carrying two flashlights, a pair of scissors, and a lethal, foot-long spearhead, tip neatly cased in a ball of foil. I’d scattered dozens more flashlights and assorted items that might second as arsenal throughout the four-story bookstore. I’d also secreted a few crosses and bottles of holy water in various nooks. Barrons would laugh at me if he knew.You might wonder if I’m expecting an army from Hell.I am.“How did you find me?” I asked the inspector. When I’d last spoken to the Garda a week ago, he’d pressed for a way to reach me. I’d given him my old address at the Clarin House where I boarded for a short time when I first arrived. I don’t know why. I guess I just don’t trust anyone. Not even the police. Over here the good guys and the bad guys all look the same. Just ask my dead sister, Alina, victim of one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen—the Lord Master—who also happens to be one of the most evil.“I’m a detective, Ms. Lane,” O’Duffy told me with a dry smile, and I realized he had no intention of telling me. The smile vanished and his eyes narrowed with a subtle warning: Don’t lie to me, I’ll know.I wasn’t worried. Barrons said the same thing to me once, and he has seriously preternatural senses. If Barrons didn’t see through me, O’Duffy wasn’t going to. I waited, wondering what had brought him here. He’d made it clear he considered my sister’s case unsolvable and closed. Permanently.He moved away from the fire and dropped the satchel slung over his shoulder onto the table between us.Maps spilled across the gleaming wood.Though I betrayed nothing, I felt the cold blade of a chill at my spine. I could no longer see maps as I once had: innocuous travel guides for the disoriented traveler or bemused tourist. Now when I unfold one I half expect to find charred holes in it where the Dark Zones are—those chunks of our cities that have fallen off our maps, lost to the deadly Shades. It’s no longer what maps show but what they fail to show that worries me.A week ago I’d demanded O’Duffy tell me everything he knew about the clue my sister had left at the scene of her murder, words she’d scratched into the cobbled stone of the alley as she lay dying: 1247 LaRuhe.He’d told me they’d never been able to find any such address.I had.It had taken a bit of thinking outside the box, but that’s something I’m getting better at every day, although I really can’t take much credit for the improvement. It’s easy to think outside the box when life has dropped a two-ton elephant on yours. What is that box anyway but the beliefs we choose to hold about the world that make us feel safe? My box was now as flat, and about as useful, as a tissue-paper umbrella in all this rain.O’Duffy sat down on the sofa next to me, gently, for such an overweight man. “I know what you think of me,” he said.When I would have protested politely—good southern manners die hard, if at all—he gave me what my mother calls the “shush wave.”“I’ve been doing this job for twenty-two years, Ms. Lane. I know what the families of closed murder cases feel when they look at me. Pain. Anger.” He gave a dry laugh. “The conviction that I must be a chuffing idiot who spends too much time in the pubs and not enough time on the job, or their loved one would be resting in vindicated peace while the perp rotted in jail.”Rotting in jail was far too kind a fate for my sister’s murderer. Besides, I wasn’t sure any jail cell could hold him. The crimson-robed leader of the Unseelie might draw symbols on the floor, stamp his staff, and disappear through a convenient portal. Though Barrons had cautioned against assumptions, I saw no reason to doubt the Lord Master was responsible for my sister’s death.O’Duffy paused, perhaps giving me a chance to rebut. I didn’t. He was right. I’d felt all that and more, but weighing the jelly stains on his tie and the girth overhanging his belt as circumstantial evidence, I’d convicted him of loitering overlong in bakeries and cafés, not pubs.He selected two maps of Dublin from the table and handed them to me.I gave him a quizzical look.“The one on top is from last year. The one beneath it was published seven years earlier.”I shrugged. “And?” A few weeks ago I would have been delighted for any help from the Garda I could get. Now that I knew what I knew about the Dark Zone neighboring Barrons Books and Baubles—that terrible wasteland where I’d found 1247 LaRuhe, had a violent confrontation with the Lord Master, and nearly been killed—I wanted the police to stay as far out of my life as I could keep them. I didn’t want any more deaths on my conscience. There was nothing the Garda could do to help me anyway. Only a sidhe-seer could see the monsters that had taken over the abandoned neighborhood and turned it into a death trap. The average human wouldn’t know they were in danger until they were knee-deep in dead.“I found your 1247 LaRuhe, Ms. Lane. It’s on the map published seven years ago. Oddly enough, it’s not on the one published last year. Grand Walk, one block down from this bookstore, isn’t on the new map, either. Neither is Connelly Street, a block beyond that. I know. I went down there before I came to see you.”Oh, God, he’d walked into the Dark Zone this morning? The day was barely bright enough to keep the Shades hunkered down wherever it was the nasty things hide! If the storm had blown in even one more dense, sky-obliterating cloud, the boldest of those life-suckers might have dared the day for a human Happy Meal. O’Duffy had just been waltzingcheek-to-cheek with Death, and didn’t even know it!The unsuspecting inspector waved a hand at the pile of maps. They looked well examined. One of them appeared to have been balled up in shock or perhaps angry disbelief, then re-smoothed. I was no stranger to those emotions. “In fact, Ms. Lane,” O’Duffy continued, “none of the streets I just mentioned are on any recently published map.”I gave him my best blank look. “What are you saying, Inspector? Has the city renamed the streets in this part of Dublin? Is that why they’re not on the new maps?”His face tightened and his gaze cut away. “Nobody renamed the streets,” he growled. “Unless they did it without notifying a single person in authority.” He looked back at me, hard. “I thought there might be something else you wanted to tell me, Ms. Lane. Something that might sound . . . a bit . . . unusual?”I saw it then, in his eyes. Something had happened to the inspector recently that had drastically changed his paradigm. I had no idea what had shaken the hard-boiled, overworked, fact-finding detective from his pragmatic view of the world but he, too, was now thinking outside his box.I needed him back inside his box—ASAP. Outside the box in this city was a dangerous place to be.I thought fast. I didn’t have much to work with. “Inspector,” I said, sweetening and softening my Georgia drawl, “putting on the southern,” as we call it back home, a sort of verbal honey-butter that masks the unpalatable taste of whatever we’re slathering it on, “I know you must think me a complete idiot, coming over here and questioning your investigative techniques when anyone can see you’re the expert in the field and I don’t have an ounce of training in detecting matters, and I appreciate how patient you’ve been with me, but I no longer have any concerns about your investigation into my sister’s death. I know now that you did everything you could to solve her case. I meant to stop by and speak with you before I left, but . . . well, the truth is I was feeling a bit embarrassed about our previous encounters. I went back to the alley the other day and took a good look around, without crying and letting my emotions get away from me, and I realized that my sister didn’t leave me any clues. It was grief and anger and a whole boatload of wishful thinking on my part. Whatever was scratched into that alley had been done years ago.”“Whatever was scratched into that alley?” O’Duffy repeated carefully, and I knew he was recalling how adamant I’d been only last week about exactly what was scratched into that alley.“Really, I could barely make it out at all. It might have been anything.”“Is that so, Ms. Lane?”“Yes. And I meant to tell you it wasn’t her cosmetic bag, either. I got that mixed up, too. Mom said she gave Alina the silver one and it wasn’t quilted. Mom wanted us to be able to tell them apart. We were forever arguing over whose was what and what was whose. The fact is I was grasping at straws and I’m sorry I wasted your time. You were right when you told me I should pack up, go home, and help my family get through these difficult times.”“I see,” he said slowly, and I was afraid he really did—right through me.Didn’t overworked, underpaid civil servants only grease squeaky wheels? I wasn’t squeaking anymore, so why wasn’t he getting the message and holstering his oilcan? Alina’s case had been closed before I’d come over, he’d refused to reopen it, and I’d be darned if he was reopening it now. He’d get himself killed!I abandoned the over-sweetened drawl. “Look, Inspector, what I’m saying is that I’ve given up. I’m not asking you or anyone else to continue the investigation. I know your department is overloaded. I know there are no leads. I know it’s unsolved and I accept that my sister’s case is closed.”“How . . . suddenly mature of you, Ms. Lane.”“A sister’s death can make a girl grow up fast.” That much was true.“I guess that means you’ll be flying home soon, then.”“Tomorrow,” I lied.“What airline?”“Continental.”“What flight?”“I can never remember. I’ve got it written down somewhere. Upstairs.”“What time?”“Eleven thirty-five.”“Who beat you?”I blinked, fumbling for an answer. I could hardly say I stabbed a vampire and he tried to kill me. “I fell. On the stairs.”“Got to be careful there. Stairs can be tricky.” He looked around the room. “Which stairs?”“They’re in the back.”“How did you bang up your face? Hit the banister?”“Uh-huh.”“Who’s Barrons?”“What?”“This store is called Barrons Books and Baubles. I wasn’t able to find anything in public records about an owner, dates of sale for the building, or even a business license. In fact, although this address shows on my maps, to all intents and purposes, the building doesn’t exist. So, who’s Barrons?”“I’m the owner of this bookstore. Why?”I jerked, stifling a gasp. Sneaky man. He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back from his face, his expression arrogant and cold. No surprise there. Barronsis arrogant and cold. He’s also wealthy, strong, brilliant, and a walking enigma. Most women seem to find him drop-dead sexy, too. Thankfully I’m not most women. I don’t get off on danger. I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.I wondered how long he’d been there. With him you never know.The inspector stood, looking mildly rattled. He took in Barron’s size, his steel-toed boots, the hardwood floors. Jericho Barrons is a tall, powerfully built man. I knew O’Duffy was wondering how he could have failed to hear him approach. I no longer waste time wondering about that sort of thing. In fact, so long as he keeps watching my back, I’ll continue to ignore the fact that Barrons doesn’t seem to be governed by the natural laws of physics.“I’d like to see some identification,” growled the inspector.I fully expected Barrons to toss O’Duffy from the shop on his ear. He had no legal compulsion to comply and Barrons doesn’t suffer fools lightly. In fact, he doesn’t suffer them at all, except me, and that’s only because he needs me to help him find the Sinsar Dubh. Not that I’m a fool. If I’ve been guilty of anything, it’s having the blithely sunny disposition ofsomeone who enjoyed a happy childhood, loving parents, and long summers of lazy-paddling ceiling fans and small-town drama in the Deep South which—while it’s great—doesn’t do a thing to prepare you for life beyond that.Barrons gave the inspector a wolfish smile. “Certainly.” He removed a wallet from the inner pocket of his suit. He held it out but didn’t let go. “And yours, Inspector.”O’Duffy’s jaw tightened but he complied.As the men swapped identifications, I sidled closer to O’Duffy so I could peer into Barrons’ wallet.Would wonders never cease? Just like a real person, he had a driver’s license. Hair: black. Eyes: brown. Height: 6' 3". Weight: 245. His birthday—was he kidding?—Halloween. He was thirty-one years  old and his middle initial was Z. I doubted he was an organ donor.“You’ve a box in Galway as your address, Mr. Barrons. Is that where you were born?”I’d once asked Barrons about his lineage, he’d told me Pict and Basque. Galway was in Ireland, a few hours west of Dublin.“No.”“Where?”“Scotland.”“You don’t sound Scottish.”“You don’t sound Irish. Yet here you are, policing Ireland. But then the English have been trying to cram their laws down their neighbors’ throats for centuries, haven’t they, Inspector?”O’Duffy had an eye tic. I hadn’t noticed it before. “How long have you been in Dublin?”“A few years. You?”“I’m the one asking the questions.”“Only because I’m standing here letting you.”“I can take you down to the station. Would you prefer that?”“Try.” The one word dared the Garda to try, by fair means or foul. The accompanying smile guaranteed failure. I wondered what he’d do if the inspector attempted it. My inscrutable host seems to possess a bottomless bag of tricks.O’Duffy held Barrons’ gaze longer than I expected him to. I wanted to tell him there was no shame in looking away. Barrons has something the rest of us don’t have. I don’t know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we’re standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there’s something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn’t want to. It likes it there.The inspector apparently deemed an exchange of information the wisest, or maybe just the easiest course. “I’ve been in Dublin since I was twelve. When my father died, my mother remarried an Irishman. There’s a man over at Chester’s says he knows you, Mr. Barrons. Name’s Ryodan. Ring a bell?”“Ms. Lane, go upstairs,” Barrons said, instantly, softly.“I’m perfectly fine here.” Who was Ryodan and what didn’t Barrons want me to know?“Up. Stairs. Now.”I scowled. I didn’t have to look at O’Duffy to know he was regarding me with acute interest—and pity. He was thinking Barrons was the name of the flight of stairs I’d fallen down. I hate pity. Sympathy isn’t quite as bad. Sympathy says, I know how it feels, doesn’t it just suck? Pity means they think you’re defeated.“He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.”“She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?” Barrons turned his wolf smile on me, and jerked his head up toward the ceiling.Someday I’m going to push Jericho Barrons as far as I can and see what happens. But I’m going to wait awhile, until I’m stronger. Until I’m pretty sure I’ve got a trump card.I may have been forced into this war, but I’m learning to choose my battles.I didn’t see Barrons for the rest of the day.A dutiful soldier, I retreated to the ditches as ordered and hunkered down there. In those ditches, I had an epiphany. People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.Key word there: let.Some people are exceptions, mostly parents, best friends, and spouses, though in my bartending job at The Brickyard, I’ve seen married people do worse things to each other in public than I’d do in private to someone I couldn’t stand. Bottom line is most of the world will push you as far as you let them. Barrons might have sent me to my room, but I’m the idiot that went. What was I afraid of? That he’d hurt me, kill me? Hardly. He’d saved my life last week. He needed me. Why had I let him intimidate me?I was disgusted with myself. I was still behaving like MacKayla Lane, part-time bartender, part-time sun-worshipper, and full-time glamour girl. My recent brush with death had made it clear that chick wasn’t going to survive over here, a statement emphatically punctuated by ten unpolished, broken fingernails. Unfortunately, by the time I had my epiphany and stormed back downstairs, Barrons and the inspector were gone.Worsening my already foul mood, the woman who runs the bookstore and carries a major torch for Barrons had arrived. Stunning, voluptuous, in her early fifties, Fiona doesn’t like me at all. I suspect if she knew Barrons kissed me last week she’d like me even less. I was nearly unconscious when he did it, but I remember. It’s been impossible to forget.When she looked up from the numbers she was punching in on her cell phone, I decided maybe she did know. Her eyes were venomous, her mouth a moue fanned by delicate wrinkles. With each quick, shallow inhalation, her lacy blouse trembled over her full bosom, as if she’d just dashed somewhere in a great hurry, or was suffering great distress.  "What was Jericho doing here today?” she asked in a pinched tone. “It’s Sunday. He’s not supposed to be here on Sunday. I can’t imagine any reason for him to stop by.” She scanned me from head to toe, looking, I think, for signs of a recent tryst: tousled hair, perhaps a missed button on my blouse, or panties overlooked in the haste of dressing, left bunched in the leg of my jeans. I did that once. Alina saved me before Mom caught me.I almost laughed. A tryst with Barrons? Get real.“What are you doing here?” I countered. No more good little soldier. The bookstore was closed and neither of them should have been here, raining on my already rainy parade.“I was on my way to the butcher when I saw Jericho stepping out,” she said tightly. “How long was he here? Where were you just now? What were the two of you doing before I came?” Jealousy so vibrantly colored her words I expected her breath to come out in little green puffs. As if conjured by the unspoken accusation that we’d been doing the dirty, a vision of Jericho Barrons naked—dark, despotic, and probably flat-out ferocious in bed—flashed through my mind.I found it staggeringly erotic. Disturbed, I performed a hasty mental calendar count. I was ovulating. That explained it. I get indiscriminatingly horny for three days when I am: the day before, the day of, and the day after; Mother Nature’s sneaky little way of ensuring survival of the human race, I guess. I check out guys I wouldn’t normally look at, especially ones in tight jeans. I catch myself trying to decide if they’re lefties or righties. Alina used to laugh and say if you can’t tell, Junior, you don’t want to know.Alina. God, I missed her.“Nothing, Fiona,” I said. “I was upstairs.”She stabbed a finger at me, her eyes dangerously bright, and I was suddenly afraid she would cry. If she cried I’d lose all backbone. I can’t stand older women crying. I see my mom in every one.I was relieved when she snarled at me instead. “Do you think he healed your wounds because you matter to him? Do you think he cares? You mean nothing to him! You couldn’t possibly understand that man and his moods. His needs. His desires. You’re a stupid, selfish, naïve child,” she hissed. “Go home!”“I’d love to go home,” I shot back. “Unfortunately, I don’t have that choice!”She opened her mouth but I didn’t catch what she was saying because I’d already turned and was banging through the connecting doors to the private residence part of the store, in no mood to get dragged any further into the argument she was spoiling to have. I left her shouting something about how she didn’t have choices, either.I went upstairs. Yesterday Barrons had told me to lose the splints. I’d told him bones  didn’t heal that fast, but my arm was itching like crazy again, so I went in the bathroom adjoining my bedroom and took it off.I gingerly wiggled my wrist then flexed my hand. My arm had obviously never been broken, probably just sprained. It felt whole, stronger than ever. I peeled off the finger splints to find they were better than fine, too. There was a faint smudge of red and black on my forearm, like a smear of ink. While I rinsed it off, I turned my face from side to side in the mirror, wishing my bruises would heal as quickly. I’d spent most of my life as an attractive blonde. Now, a badly battered girl with short black hair stared back at me.I turned away.While I’d convalesced, Barrons had gotten me one of those little refrigerators college kids use in dorms, and stocked me up on snacks. I popped open a soda and sprawled across the bed. I read and surfed the Net the rest of the day, trying to educate myself on all the paranormal stuff I’d spent the first twenty-two years of my life belittling and ignoring.For a week now, I’d been waiting for the army from Hell to come. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe this little lull was anything but the calm before the storm.Was Mallucé really dead? Though I’d stabbed the citron-eyed vampire during my aborted showdown with the Lord Master, and the last thing I’d seen before losing consciousness from the injuries he’d dished out in retaliation was Barrons slamming him into a wall, I wasn’t convinced of his demise and wouldn’t be, until I heard something from the empty-eyed worshippers that stuffed the vamp’s Goth mansion to overflowing on the south side of Dublin. In the Lord Master’s employ—while two-timing and withholding powerful relics from the Unseelie leader—Mallucé had tried to kill me in order to silence me before I could betray his dirty secret. If he was still alive, I had no doubt he’d be coming after me again, sooner rather than later.Mallucé wasn’t the only worry on my mind. Was the Lord Master really unable to get past the ancient wards laid in blood and stone around the bookstore, as Barrons assured me? Who’d been driving the car transporting the mind-bending evil of the Sinsar Dubh past the bookstore last week? Where had it been taken? Why? What were all the Unseelie recently freed by the Lord Master doing right now? And just how responsible was I for them? Does being one of the few people who can do something about a problem make you responsible for fixing it?It was midnight before I slept, bedroom door locked, windows buttoned up tight, lights ablaze.The instant I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.From the Hardcover edition.

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