No Humans Involved by Kelley ArmstrongNo Humans Involved by Kelley Armstrong

No Humans Involved

byKelley Armstrong

Paperback | February 23, 2010

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Jaime, who knows a thing or two about showbiz, is on a television shoot in Los Angeles when weird things start to happen. As a woman whose special talent is raising the dead, her threshold for weirdness is pretty high: she’s used to not only seeing dead people but hearing them speak to her in very emphatic terms. But for the first time in her life–as invisible hands brush her skin, unintelligible fragments of words are whispered into her ears, and beings move just at the corner of her eye–she knows what humans mean when they talk about being haunted.
She is determined to get to the bottom of these manifestations, but as she sets out to solve the mystery she has no idea how scary her investigation will get. As she digs into the dark underside of Los Angeles, she’ll need as much Otherworld help as she can get in order to survive, calling on her personal angel, Eve, and Hope, the well-meaning chaos demon. Jeremy, the alpha werewolf, is also by her side offering protection. And, Jaime hopes, maybe a little more than that.

Book 7 in the Otherworld series.

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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Title:No Humans InvolvedFormat:PaperbackDimensions:416 pages, 7.98 × 5.14 × 0.93 inPublished:February 23, 2010Publisher:Random House of CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another Amazing Female Lead Oh wow. This book was amazing! I always found Jaime interesting, and thought she would make a great leading character. She is a fiery redhead with necromancer power but, also turns to gush around Jeremy. I love her sense of style and that she is always wearing inappropriate shoes for all situations. When I realized this book was about her, lets just say I didn't put it down until I finished it. I'm a huge Jaime/Jeremy fan, and I think they may have just become my new favorite item.
Date published: 2017-08-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing I like that we get to see the different point of views from the different types of supernaturals in the core group of characters. Love this series and this author. I like Jamie Vegas; her power is not glamorous but still useful. I always enjoy anything from Kelley Armstrong. Great book in a great series. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great series! Another great book in The Otherworld series and although Jamie is not one of my favourite characters, Jeremy is, so I'm glad to see more of him!
Date published: 2017-03-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Nice book I really enjoyed reading this book. There are not a lot of books in this series that I would not rank well.
Date published: 2017-02-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from No Humans Involved Yet another great Kelley Armstrong read. I haven't read a whole lot of Jaime Vegas, so it was nice to read her stories for a slight change (although Elena is my favourite). This book was enjoyable, has its elements of mystery and also was a quick read.
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another Great Read by Kelley Armstrong ** spoiler alert ** It was good. Like most of Kelley Armstrong's books it is well written and researched and you can actually feel the anticipation of what's going on and building up to it. I liked Jamie and I liked being introduced to Hope Adams as she's the next narrator and also catching up and learning more about what everyone else is doing. I did have one problem in that I wasn't overly fond of the Jeremy /Jamie pairing as they were nice together but I don't feel the need of everyone being paired off and that I always liked Jeremy and Elena better. The sex scene was a little awkward with the door and her touching herself but besides that I think it ended pretty well and to my liking.
Date published: 2017-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Another great book! I wasn't sure I would like Jamie's character as much as some of the others but as usual in no time at all I was just as into the book and her character as any of Kelley Armstrong's other books.
Date published: 2016-12-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Famously good Loved this book! Truly entertaining.
Date published: 2016-12-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great I really liked this book! #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-29
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Umm I thought I would really like this book because I liked her series Darkest Powers but I found this book slow and hard to get into. I've had it for like 2 years now and still haven't finished it....
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Kelly armstrong does it again with this book.
Date published: 2014-07-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome Awesome book, awesome author & series!
Date published: 2014-02-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from No humans involved Great read, love Kelly Armstrong.
Date published: 2013-10-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome An awesome read from an awesome author.
Date published: 2013-07-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from No Humans Involved Great read !
Date published: 2013-06-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fabulous!! This is the 7th book in the series and I have to say it was just awesome! I love how this book shows Jamie as a strong women all on her own showcasing her dark powers! I really enjoy how my favorite characters keep popping into each book, giving a little more of their personality! For anyone that hasn't started reading this series yet, get to it and you will NOT be disappointed!
Date published: 2011-08-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Best of The Series Hands Down! This book was my absolute favorite of the whole series! It was suspenseful, smart, witty and super sexy. I have been anxiously awaiting a book that explored the Jamie/Jeremy relationship and this book not only answered the question: Are they ever going to hook up? But delved deep into the characters' shrouded pasts and revealed tenderness and insecurities that enrich the whole series. The only negative thing I can say was this book left me desperate for more!!!!
Date published: 2010-12-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! I loved learning more about Jeremy, the famous Alpha Werewolf. This story was full of suspense and mystery. I liked the angle of human magic versus supernatural magic. Armstrong touches a few taboo topics like the murder of children for magical power and Judgement Day, heaven and hell. This book was filled with deep thoughts and emotions. Enjoyed every second of it.
Date published: 2010-04-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it. Another Winner. Loved it!! Could not put it down!! This book is full of love, passion, ghosts and adventure. Jamie takes part in a TV program to raise the ghost of Marilyn Monroe with hopes of getting her own TV show. But she soon comes to find out that the gardens of the house, which the show is set, is haunted and holds a dark nasty secret. She calls on her council friends; Jeremy (of course), Eve Levine her contact on the other side, Hope Adams supernatural tabloid report and half demon, Paige Winterborne witch, Elana Michaels werewolf, Clay Danvers werewolf, and Karl Marsten werewolf who shows up near the end. Throughout the book it becomes apparent that something evil is going on and Jaime will need to push herself and her powers to there fullest to free the spirits of the garden and stop the people who caused all of this. Kelley Armstrong does not disappoint in this installment of the otherworld series. I loved hearing the book from Jamie’s point of view. Like Hope she never really used her powers to any extent and now has to learn to use them and harness them. I love the relationship between Jamie and Jeremy. IT’S ABOUT TIME!!!! I could not wait to see Jeremy and Jamie’s relationship finally happen. Her relationship with Jeremy is touching and believable and awwww. I have been waiting for a book where the two are them are together ever since in Broken where it was obvious how she felt about him and I think the relationship works. Jeremy is so quiet being the alpha and does not show his feelings out in the open, but when he is with Jamie a whole different side of him comes out. You get to see Jeremy as a person and not a leader. This book will not disappoint.
Date published: 2009-11-17

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IBrendan struggled to stay awake. A tough battle–far tougher than it should have been under the circumstances.They'd approached him behind a bank, its parking lot empty as evening turned to night. He'd been cutting through to the shelter, hoping it would still have meals. Hot meals would be too much to hope for at that hour, but he'd settle for free.The bank had erected a fence between itself and the shelter to stem the flow of kids taking the shortcut from the bus stop. Brendan had been halfway up when the woman had hailed him. Fearing trouble, he'd only climbed faster, until she'd laid a hand on his calf and he'd turned to see not cops, but a middle-aged couple–well-dressed professional types.They'd told him some story about losing their son to the streets and devoting their lives to helping other kids. Bullshit, of course. In real life, everyone wanted something. Despite their sincere smiles and concerned eyes, he'd decided that what they wanted was sex. And, as long as they were willing to pay for it, that was okay with him.It wouldn't be the first trick he'd turned. He'd briefly teamed up with a kid from the shelter, until Ricky had found a better-looking partner. Brendan should have taken this as a sign. If he wasn't good-looking enough to be a whore in L.A. he sure as hell wasn't going to make it as a movie star. But it was too late to go home now. Too late to admit he didn't have what it took. Too hard to face everyone who'd told him so.He did have talent. Won the top role in every school play. Got a job at the summer theater three years running. Did two TV commercials for local businesses. So, at sixteen, tired of his parents telling him to go to college first, he'd taken his savings and come to L.A.Now the money was gone and he'd found no decent way to earn more, and if this couple wanted what he figured they wanted, that was fine by him. They had kind faces. Maybe in Hollywood that didn't count for shit, but where he'd come from it meant something.They'd driven him to their home in Brentwood. He'd recognized the neighborhood from a "Star Tours" bus trip he'd taken when he first arrived. He'd sat in the back of their SUV, peering out the tinted windows into the night, watching the fabled neighborhood pass. They'd pulled into the garage of a modest-looking house, then led him inside. They'd offered food, but he'd claimed he wasn't hungry, despite his rumbling stomach. He might be naive, but he knew better than to accept food or drink.When they'd taken him downstairs, through a TV room into a guest bedroom, he'd been certain this was where the situation would change. But they'd only turned on the lights, pointed out the adjoining washroom and said they'd see him in the morning. They hadn't even closed the door, but left it ajar, so he wouldn't feel locked in.Now, as he fought the urge to sleep, footsteps sounded on the stairs. The woman's voice, sharp with an accent. Then the man's. Then another man's. And another . . . Oh, shit.Heart hammering, he tried to rouse himself. Why was he so tired? Goddamn it, he had to make a break for it, before he found himself in the middle of a gang bang or–Outside, in the TV room, the woman offered refreshments. Two of the men asked for wine, the third accepted water. Then their voices settled into one place, as if they were sitting.Wine and conversation as a prelude to sex games with a teenage boy?Brendan strained to make out their words. They were talking about books. "Texts" as they called them, tossing around words like belief and ritual, debating the different translated meanings of Hebrew and Latin versions.Latin. That's what the woman had been speaking earlier. As he'd been getting into their car, she had been saying something to the man in another language, and with her accent, Brendan had figured she was reverting to her mother tongue to relay a private message. The language, though, had sounded familiar. Now he knew why. As a Christmas and Easter Catholic, he'd heard enough Latin.Now these people were discussing religious texts, and that couldn't be a coincidence. The couple had said they wanted to help, as penance for their mistakes with their son. Good Samaritans."–too old," one man was saying, his voice rising enough for Brendan to hear him easily. "All of our success has been with kids much younger, and I don't understand why we need to change that now.""We aren't changing," another man said. "We're expanding and experimenting. There's a limited supply of younger children out there and it's difficult getting access to them. If we can adjust the procedure to work successfully with teens, we open the door to limitless possibilities.""Don's right." The woman again. "One or two a year isn't enough, not for the scale we . . ."Her voice dropped soothingly until, once again, Brendan could only catch the odd word.He couldn't blame them for setting their sights on children. By his age, most street kids had no interest in "rescue." They were too immersed in the life to accept help. But he would. Drugs weren't a problem–he'd never been able to afford them. They could spout all the Bible verses they wanted and he'd smile and agree if it meant getting on a bus home. He could tell his parents he hadn't failed; he'd just had a religious experience and had changed his mind.He closed his eyes and pictured himself walking up his drive, imagined his mother's face, his little sister's squeals, his father's expression–stern but relieved.The conversation outside his door seemed to have turned to a heated debate on the nature of suffering. Yeah, he thought with a chuckle, definitely Catholic. From what he could make out, it sounded a hell of a lot like a conversation between two Goths he'd overheard last week.Morbid. The word popped into his head and he turned it over in his mind. A cool word. Described Goths and some religious types alike–that fixation with death and suffering.In the room beyond, a male voice had picked up volume again."–Romans used crucifixion not only because it was publicly humiliating, but for the degree of suffering inflicted. With the weight of the body pulling down, breathing becomes difficult, and the condemned could hang for days, slowly suffocating.""True, but according to accounts of the witch trials, burning was the worst way to die. If you keep the person from dying from smoke inhalation, they can live a surprisingly long time, and suffer unimaginable pain."Brendan shivered. Okay, that went beyond morbid. Maybe these weren't mainstream religious do-gooders, but some kind of fanatical sect. Like the Scientologists or something. Most religious people he knew were good folks, but there were wackos. As much as he wanted to go home, he wouldn't put up with any kind of sick shit. He should get up, go in there, maybe tell them he'd changed his mind. But he was so tired.The voices had stopped. Good. He'd rest for a few more minutes, then sneak out–The door opened. In walked the man and woman, followed by three others: a younger woman, a balding man and a white-haired one."Hello, Brendan," said the woman.Brendan struggled to his feet. "I want to leave."The woman nodded. Then she stepped forward, lifted her hand to her mouth and blew. A cloud of white dust flew into Brendan's face. He tried to cough, but only wheezed. She started speaking in Latin again and his knees gave way. The other two men rushed to grab him, each taking an arm, their grips gentle as they helped him to his feet.The men lifted his arms around their shoulders. His eyelids flagged and closed. His feet dragged across the floor as they took him into a second, smaller room. The men exchanged words, then lowered him to the floor. A cold, hard floor.He opened his eyes. There, from high above, a dog stared down at him. A terrier, like his sister's dog. But there was something wrong . . . Legs. It didn't have any legs. Just a torso and a head perched on the edge of an overhang, watching him.Hallucinating.Drugged?He should care–knew he should care–but he couldn't work up the energy. He squeezed his eyes shut and huddled there, too weak to even think. He heard them talking and he could tell they were speaking English, but deciphering the meaning of the words required too much energy, so he just listened to the sound and let it lull him.Liquid splashed onto his back, seeping through his shirt. Cold and wet and stinking of something he should recognize. Then, as he was about to drift off, his wandering brain identified the smell.Gasoline.He snapped awake, panicked, telling his arms and legs to move, his mouth to scream, but nothing obeyed. He cracked open his eyes just enough to see the people filing from the room. The woman stopped in front of him and bent. Her smiling lips parted, saying something reassuring. Then she struck the match.JAIME VEGAS, CENTER STAGEOne drawback to being onstage for most of your life is that eventually you forget how to act when you're off it. Not that it matters. In such a life, you're never really offstage. Even walking from your bedroom to the kitchen you can't lower your guard . . . at least not if you're on the set of one of the most anticipated TV specials of the season–one costarring you.I'd started my career at the age of three, forced onto the toddler beauty pageant catwalks by a mother who'd already decided I needed to earn my keep. I should have grown up dreaming of the day I'd be off that stage. But when I stepped into the limelight, every eye was on me and I shone. It became my refuge and now, forty years later, while there were days when I really didn't feel like strapping on four-inch heels and smiling until my jaw hurt, my heart still beat a little faster as I walked down that hall.The buzz of a saw drowned out the clicking of my heels on the hardwood. I caught a whiff of sawdust and oil, and shuddered to imagine what alterations the crew was making to the house. From what I'd heard, the homeowners weren't likely to complain–they desperately needed the money. The "official" rumor was a failed film project, but the one I'd heard involved an unplanned baby project with the nanny. Tabloid stories to be suppressed, a young woman to be paid off, a wife to placate–it could all get very expensive.As I passed a young man measuring the hall, I nodded and his jaw dropped."M–Ms. Vegas? Jaime Vegas?"I swung around and fixed him with a megawatt smile that I didn't need to fake. Shallow of me, I know, but there's no ego boost like the slack-jawed gape of a man half your age."Geez, it is you." He hurried over to shake my hand. "Could I–? I know it's unprofessional to ask, but is there any chance of getting an autograph?""Of course. I'm heading to a meeting right now, but you can grab an autograph from me anytime. Just bring me something to sign. Or if you prefer a photo . . .""A photo would be great."My smile brightened. "A photo it is, then. I have some in my room.""Thanks. Grandpa will love it. He's such a fan of yours. He has a thing for redheads, but you're his favorite. All his buddies in the nursing home think you're hot."Just what I needed on the first day of a big job–the reminder that in Hollywood time, I was already a decade past my best-before date.I kept smiling, though. Another minute of conversation, and the promise of a handful of signed photos for Gramps and the boys, and I was off again.As I neared the dining room, I heard a crisp British voice snap, "Because it's ridiculous, that's why. Mr. Grady is a professional. He will not be subjected to mockery."Before I pushed open the door, I pictured the speaker: a stylish woman, roughly my age, dressed in a suit and oozing efficiency. I walked in, and there she was–short blond hair, thin lips, small and wiry, as if extra flesh would be a sign of softness she could ill afford. Icy green eyes glared from behind her tiny glasses. Personal assistant model A: the bulldog, designed to raise hell on her client's behalf, leaving him free to play the gracious, good-natured star.Facing her was a younger woman, maybe thirty, dumpy, with a shoulder-length bob and worried eyes. Director model C: the overwhelmed first-timer.The dining room, like most of the house, had been "redecorated" to accommodate the shoot. The homeowners had cleared out anything they didn't want damaged, so the dining set was gone, replaced by a cheaper one. As for the dead guy hanging from the chandelier, I suspected he came with the house, and was probably tough to remove without an exorcism or two.The hanging man was maybe fifty, average size but with heavy jowls, as if he'd lost a lot of weight fast. He swayed from an old crystal chandelier, superimposed over the modern one. His face was mottled and swollen, eyes thankfully closed.I eyed him from the doorway so I wouldn't be tempted to stare once I was in the room. After thirty years of seeing ghosts, you learn all the tricks.This one, though, wasn't a ghost, but a residual. What tragedy had brought him to an end so emotionally powerful that the image was seared forever in this room? I doused my curiosity. It would do me no good. When you see scenes like this every day, you can't afford to stop and wonder. You just can't.Both women turned as I entered. The assistant's gaze slid over me, lips tightening as if someone had shoved a lemon wedge in her mouth. I flashed a smile and her lips pursed more. If you can't still turn the heads of twenty-year-old boys, winning the catty disapproval of women your own age is a good consolation prize.I stopped a hairbreadth from the hanged man and tried not to recoil as his swaying body circled my way."I hope I'm not interrupting," I said to the woman with the worried eyes. "I was sent to speak to the director, Becky Cheung. Would that be you?"She smiled and extended a hand. "It is. And you must be Jaime Vegas. This is Claudia Wilson, Bradford Grady's assistant."I shook Cheung's hand. "Should I step outside and let you two finish?""No, no." Desperation touched Becky's voice. "This concerns you too. We're discussing a promo shot. Mr. Simon has decided he wants the three stars to say a line."Claudia shot a hard look at Becky. "A specific line. Tell her what it is.""Um . . . 'I see dead people.' "From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

NATIONAL BESTSELLER"Paranormal and show-business power struggles make for hard-to-put-down entertainment." Booklist"Armstrong has a good ear for dialogue, and the main characters, especially Jaime and Eve, stand out in full colour." Winnipeg Free Press"The Women of the Otherworld universe has expanded and gained further definition with this latest entry.... If Kelly Armstrong writes it, then you should add it to your reading list if you want a darn good tale." HuntressReviews.com