Frostbitten

Paperback | May 25, 2010

byKelley Armstrong

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The Alaskan wilderness is a harsh landscape in the best of conditions, but with a pack of rogue werewolves on the loose, it’s downright deadly.
Elena Michaels, the Pack’s chief enforcer, knows all too well the havoc “mutts” can wreak.
When word comes of a series of humans apparently killed by wolves near Anchorage, Elena and Clay are sent to check things out. But they find more than they bargained for among the snow and trees of the savage Alaskan wilderness.

Book 10 in the Otherworld series.

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The Alaskan wilderness is a harsh landscape in the best of conditions, but with a pack of rogue werewolves on the loose, it’s downright deadly.Elena Michaels, the Pack’s chief enforcer, knows all too well the havoc “mutts” can wreak.When word comes of a series of humans apparently killed by wolves near Anchorage, Elena and Clay are sen...

KELLEY ARMSTRONG is the internationally bestselling author of Omens and Visions, the first two books in her Cainsville series, the 13-book Women of the Otherworld series and the Nadia Stafford crime novels. She is also the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling young adult trilogies, Darkest Powers and Darkness Rising, and Sea of ...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 8 × 5.17 × 0.78 inPublished:May 25, 2010Publisher:Random House of CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Frostbitten As always Kelly Armstrong delivers. The book had a good plot and lots of action. I am definately a fan..............
Date published: 2015-04-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Frostbitten A real fav of the series. I was interested all the way through and a but upset when it ended. Elena is my fav character from the series and this book highlights a lot of her and Clay's relationship.
Date published: 2014-06-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Frostbitten Kelley Armstrong is an exceptional writer!! Awesome series
Date published: 2014-06-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Frostbitten is amazing I absolutely love this book.
Date published: 2014-04-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Frost bitten Such an amazing book!! Emotional and powerful
Date published: 2014-03-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Yes! Can't get enuff of Kelly Armstrong!
Date published: 2014-02-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Yes! Great book, like all the book from Women of the Otherworld series. Action, mystery, supernatural being. This book has it all and this is my favorite series. Kelley Armstrong is very good author. I love all her books but this series is the best.
Date published: 2014-01-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another Great One! A great read and I can't wait to read the next one!
Date published: 2013-07-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Werewolves go to Alaska Full review at http://urbanfantasyland.wordpress.com FROSTBITTEN starts with a bang as Elena takes us through a fantastic chase scene as she tries to capture a young werewolf. He escapes to Alaska and she boards a plane, missing home, but still determined to get to the werewolf. Elena meets with her husband, Clay, on the plane in one of my favourite scenes in the book. I love big romantic gestures and this certainly fits. Clay's romantic side with Elena is a nice balance to his cruel and heartless demeanor as pack enforcer and Jeremy's bodyguard, and yet he is never controlling or over-protective. One of the things I love about the Elena-Clay relationship. The two arrive in Alaska, and it's non-stop adrenaline rush, action-packed hunt for the runaway werewolf and their missing friend. This story also looks at ancient werewolf mythology and the possibility of a bigfoot/yeti: the Inuit Wendigo. In this story, Elena has to deal with problems from her past, buried memories of child molestation, and future problems-- she's been named Jeremy's heir to the pack. One day Elena will be Alpha. Armstrong deftly incorporates both of these complications into the action of the story, making Elena's development very real, very believable.
Date published: 2012-08-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another Great Otherworld Read Elena and Clay go to Alaska to try and help a mutt, and come across a group of human killing mutts. Now they must stop the threat to their Pack. But the mutts aren't the only thing in the woods... I've always been a fan of Kelley Armstrong's werewolves, so coming back to just them was a treat. This novel contains quite a bit of sex, even for Armstrong books, just for a heads up. There was a lot of action throughout the novel. It ended way too fast for my liking, but I forgave it since it was so action packed up to that point.
Date published: 2010-07-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good Read I have been hooked on Kelly Armstrong's books since the beginning and Frostbitten doesn't disappoint. With that being said, the other books were more intense. To say this is the best so far is not true. If you haven't read the other books featuring Elena Michael's the world's only female werewolf then do not pick this book up because you will get lost. I own 5 of her books and I didn't read 1 and missed her pregnancy, now I have to buy that other book to find out what happened. Unlike her other books the author doesn't refresh on Elena's past enough for you to catch up on her life. That is the only reason I gave her 3 stars. The story is great and if you own the other books pick it up.
Date published: 2010-06-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from It Was Okay I was not a fan of this installment of the series, there were too many times where Clay & Elena allowed the “bad guys” to get away from them. Honestly, the story could have been wrapped up a lot sooner if they’d have just stopped showing off & got the job done. I felt the book really was just Elena trying to get through her prior issues to show that Jeremy had made the right choice in naming her his successor for Pack Leader. It’s the first book since Elena had the twins & aside from one or two scenes she has hardly any interaction with them, more time is spent running around Alaska trying to catch the people that keep getting away. The bright side was Hope & a new species that has popped up, but if this is the way Clay & Elena are going to interact since the birth of the twins, I’d rather not read anymore about them. Which is sad, because I loved them in earlier books. I never thought I wouldn’t like a Kelley Armstrong book, but this one was a disappointment.
Date published: 2010-06-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Good It was a really good read, always kept you on your toes
Date published: 2010-06-17

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MESSAGEYou can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. And you really can’t help someone who runs the moment you get within shouting distance, making a beeline for the nearest train, plane or bus terminal, destination anywhere as long as it takes him hundreds of miles from you.As I chased Reese Williams through the streets of Pittsburgh–the third city in two days–I had to admit I was starting to take this rejection personally. I don’t usually have this problem with guys. Sure, at five foot ten, I’m a little taller than some like. My build is a little more athletic than most like. I don’t always put as much care into my appearance as I should, usually forgoing makeup, tying my hair back with an elastic and favoring jeans and T-shirts. But I’m a blue-eyed blonde, so men usually decide that they can overlook my deficiencies and not run screaming the other way.Sure, if they found out I was a werewolf, I could understand a little screaming and running. But Reese had no such excuse. He was a werewolf himself, and considering I’m the only known female of our species, when guys like him meet me, they’re usually the ones doing the chasing . . . at least until they realize that’s not such a good idea if they’d like to keep all their body parts intact.I’d lost Reese when he’d cut through a throng of rowdy Penguins fans heading off to a game. I’d tried following him through the drunken mob, but the Pack frowns on me cold-cocking humans for grabbing my ass, so after enduring a few unimaginative sexual suggestions, I retreated and waited for them to move on.By then Reese’s trail was overlaid and interwoven with a score of human ones. And the air here already stunk, the city core entering construction season, the stink of machinery and diesel almost overwhelming the smell of the Ohio River a half mile over. There was no way I was picking up Reese’s trail at this intersection. Not without changing into a wolf in downtown Pittsburgh . . . another thing the Pack frowns on.When I caught up with him two blocks later, he was being sucked in by the glow of a Starbucks sign, presumably hoping for a populated place to rest. When he saw that all the seats inside were empty, he veered across the road.Reese ran into one of those office-drone oases typical of big cities, where they carve out a store-size chunk of land and add interlocking brick, foliage and random pieces of art in hopes of convincing workers to relax there, enjoy the scenery, listen to the symphony of squealing tires and blaring horns and imbibe a little smog with their lattes.After a dozen strides, Reese was through the tiny park and veering again, this time to a sidewalk beside the lot. Headlights appeared, blinding me, then dipped down into an underground lot. Reese grabbed the barrier and vaulted into the lane. I raced over to see the automatic door below closing behind a van . . . with Reese running, hunched over, right behind it.I did a vault of my own and ran down the incline, reaching the bottom, then dropping and rolling under the door just as it was about to close. I leapt to my feet and darted through the dimly lit garage, hiding behind the nearest post. Then I strained to hear footsteps. For almost a minute, the van engine rumbled on the far side of the garage. It quit with a shudder and a gasp. A door desperate for oil squeaked open, then slammed shut.Hunched over, I hopscotched between the sparse parked cars. Ahead I could hear the van driver’s heavy steps thudding as he walked the other way.A door creaked and a distant rectangle of light appeared. The door hadn’t even clicked shut when Reese darted out from his hiding space, his boots slapping the asphalt as he ran.I kicked into high gear, no longer bothering to hide, but he was too close to the stairwell. I was almost at the closed door when it flew open again, and I narrowly missed barreling into a middle-aged man.“Sorry,” I said as I tried to brush past him. “I was just–”“Running for the exit because you’re afraid to walk through an underground lot at night?”“Uh, yes.”“There are plenty of lots aboveground, miss. Much safer. Here, let me walk you up to your floor.”It was obvious there were only two ways I could get past this guy–let him play the gentleman or shove him out of the way. Clay would have done the latter–no question–and thrown in a snarl for good measure. But I haven’t overcome my Canadian upbringing, which forbade being rude to anyone who hadn’t done anything to deserve it.So I let the guy escort me up the stairs, and thanked him at the top.“I’m not saying you shouldn’t park underground . . .” he began.“I understa–”“Hell, it’s your right to park wherever you want. What you shouldn’t do is need to be afraid. This will help.”He held out a paper-thin white rectangle, making me think they really had done a lot with personal alarms since I’d last seen one. But it was a business card.“My wife runs Taser parties.”“Taser . . . ?”“You know, like Tupperware parties. A bunch of women get together, have a good time, share some potluck and get a demonstration of the latest in personal security devices.”I searched his face for some sign that he was joking. He wasn’t. I thanked him again and hurried out of the stairwell.Reese’s trail led out the front door. As I went after him, I realized I was still holding the card, which featured a cute little red Taser that I’m sure fit into a purse and accessorized very nicely, for women who carried purses or accessorized.From Tupperware parties to lingerie parties to Taser parties. I shook my head and stuffed the card into my pocket. Right now, I actually wouldn’t mind a Taser. It might be the only way to stop Reese. Of course, I’d need to get close enough to use it, which wasn’t looking very likely.Three blocks later, I finally caught up with Reese on a rooftop. He’d climbed up the fire escape, probably thinking I wouldn’t follow.When I swung over the top, he broke into a run, heading for the opposite side, boots sliding on the gravel. When I realized he wasn’t going to veer at the last second, I threw on the brakes, gravel crunching as I skidded to a stop.“Okay,” I called. “I’m not coming any closer. I just want to talk to you.”He was close enough to the edge to make my heart race. He slowly pivoted to face me.Reese Williams, twenty years old, and recently emigrated from Australia. With broad shoulders, sun-streaked wavy blond hair and the remnants of a tan, he looked like the kind of kid who should be leading tour groups into the outback, all smiles and corny jokes.Only he wasn’t joking or smiling now.“My name is Elena–” I began.“I know who you are,” he said. “But where is he?”“Not here, obviously.” I gestured around me. “In two days, you haven’t caught a whiff of any werewolf except me, which should be a sure sign that Clay’s not around.”“So you’re alone?” The sarcasm in his voice made that a statement. I was the only female werewolf. Obviously, I needed protection, which must be why I’d taken refuge with the Pack and, for a mate, had chosen the Alpha’s second-in-command–the baddest, craziest werewolf around.“He’s teaching,” I said. “Georgia State University, this week.”His glower said he didn’t appreciate my joke. I wasn’t kidding–that bad and crazy werewolf also had a Ph.D. in anthropology and was currently lecturing at a symposium on cult worship in ancient Egypt. But there was no way Reese would believe that.“Fine,” I said. “You think he’s been lurking in the shadows, out of sight and downwind for two days. Unobtrusive is one word that’s never been applied to Clay but, sure, let’s go with that theory. Unless he’s learned to fly, though, the only way up is that ladder behind me, so you’re going to see him coming. Now, let’s take a minute and chat. The reason I’ve been chasing you for two days is that I want to talk to you about–”“South Carolina.”“Right.”“I didn’t kill those humans.”“I know.”He allowed himself two seconds of surprise, and in those two seconds, he looked like a kid on his first day away at college–lonely, confused and hoping he’d found someone to help. Then his face hardened again. He might be no older than a college student, but he wasn’t that naïve or that optimistic, not anymore.I hurried on. “You emigrated last year and hooked up with a couple of morons named Liam Malloy and Ramon Santos. They promised to show you the ropes of werewolf life in America. Then the half-eaten bodies started showing up–”“I didn’t do it.”“No, they did, and they’re blaming you for it. We know–”He inched back toward the edge.“Don’t–” I began. “Just stop there. Better yet, take a step toward me.”“Am I making you nervous?”I met his gaze. “Yes.”“A jumper would be a real mess to clean up, wouldn’t it? Better to calm me down and get me into a nice stretch of forest for easy burial.”“That’s not–” An exasperated sigh hissed through my teeth. “Fine. You’re convinced I’m going to kill you. The only question, then, is–”He stepped back . . . and plummeted.I lunged so fast I nearly did a face-plant in the gravel, scrabbling to get to the edge, heart in my throat, cursing myself for being so careless, so flippant–Then I saw the second roof, two stories below, and Reese running across it.Clay would have taken a dramatic flying leap. I felt the urge, but reminded myself I was the mother of two and would turn forty in a few months. Even though I had the body of a bionic thirty-year-old, I had responsibilities to my family, to my Alpha and, most important right now, to this dumbass kid who’d get killed if I broke my ankle and couldn’t warn him about Liam and Ramon.So I crouched on the edge, checked my trajectory and jumped carefully. I landed on my feet and took off after Reese. I was barely on the second rooftop before he was off it. It was a three-story drop this time, which was a bit much even for a twenty-year-old werewolf. The thump of a hard landing and a gasp of pain confirmed that.I picked up speed, hoping I’d see him huddled below, hurt and unable to run. But the pavement was empty, as was the parking lot beyond. I caught a flash of movement in a recessed doorway, where he crouched, hidden in the shadows, waiting to ambush me. Good thing I hadn’t pulled a Clay and charged headlong after my prey.I walked to the adjoining edge, lowered myself over, then dropped. Twin shocks of pain blasted through my legs as I hit the asphalt. I was going to pay for that in the morning. For now, I rubbed it out, then snuck to the corner of the building.The wind shifted and I caught a whiff of Reese, his scent heavy with fear. It wasn’t me he should be afraid of, though, but his old traveling buddies.Liam and Ramon had killed three humans in South Carolina and set up Reese to take the fall. Now they were hoping to find and kill him before I got his side of the story.How was I so sure of this?Because they’d done it before. Five years ago they’d befriended a twenty-three-year-old immigrant werewolf named Yuli Etxeberria. When evidence of man-killing pointed to Etxeberria, Clay had wanted to swoop in and grab him. I’d held back. I’d been suspicious, but not suspicious enough. Liam killed Etxeberria and mailed us his hand, as if expecting a commendation for taking care of this “maneater.”That wouldn’t happen this time. I strode down the grassy strip between the building and the parking lot, as if I was scanning that lot, giving Reese the perfect ambush target.When I reached the recessed doorway, I dove. Reese’s shadow passed over me, pouncing and catching only air. I leapt up, grabbed the back of his jacket and threw him onto the grass.He landed with a thud. He tried to roll out of it and bounce up swinging, but a twenty-year-old with a werewolf’s strength and agility is like a twenty-year-old behind the wheel of a Lamborghini–all that power but not enough experience using it–and he fumbled the bounce back to his feet.I tossed him face-first onto the grass again. This time he stayed where he landed.“Where did we leave off?” I said. “Right. Liam and Ramon and their plot to end your existence.”“Kill me?” He slowly rose. “Why would they–?”He charged, hoping to catch me off guard. I stepped aside and he smacked into the wall, then wheeled fast and came at me again. Again, I stepped aside, this time grabbing him and pitching him through the air.As he hit the ground, he let out a stream of profanity.I shook my head. “If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t be throwing you on the grass, would I?”“Right, you’re here to help me, after getting tipped off that I’m a man-eater. Do you really expect me to–”He tried the dash-in-midsentence trick again, making a break for the alley. I tore after him. As I caught the back of his jacket, he spun and hit me with an upper cut that sent me sailing off my feet.I kept my grip on his coat, and we both went down. I tried to scramble up, but he pinned me. It was then that his wolf brain kicked in. His pupils dilated, his breathing quickened, his erection pressed into my thigh, his wolf side telling him this wasn’t a fight–it was foreplay, and damn, I smelled good.He froze as the still-human part of his brain warned him that what the wolf wanted was a very bad idea. But his nostrils still flared, drinking in my scent.I knew which side would win, and that’s when things always got ugly.So while he fought his inner battle, I heaved him off me.“That’s why I don’t do hand-to-hand combat with mutts,” I said.He nodded as he got to his feet, rubbing his face briskly with his sleeve, gaze down, cheeks flaming. He pinched his nose and shook his head, trying to clear my scent.It took a smart kid to back off that fast. And Reese was smart–that was the problem. If he’d been a dumb lunk who’d keep trying to hump my leg, then he’d have believed me when I said I was here to rescue him. Instead, he saw all the ways it could be a trick.“Liam and Ramon are after you,” I said. “You haven’t noticed because they aren’t nearly as good at tracking as I am. Give them a few weeks to catch up and–”He charged, switching to the dash-while-your-opponent-is-in-midspeech tactic. Again, I sidestepped. Only this time, he hooked the back of my knee. I stumbled, but came up swinging. Unfortunately, he was already ten feet away, running for the road.I took off after him.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

NATIONAL BESTSELLERPraise for Kelley Armstrong:“Don’t go giving all the credit to the recent Twilight phenomenon…. Long before American author Stephenie Meyer came on the scene—four years before to be precise Canadian fantasy novelist Kelley Armstrong began paving the way with Women of the Underworld.” Winnipeg Free Press “Like Stephen King, . . . Armstrong not only writes interesting page-turners, she has also achieved that unlikely goal, what all writers strive for: a genre of her own.... This is not The Call of the Wild; it’s Nora Roberts meets The Sopranos by way of Henry David Thoreau.” The Walrus