When her mate’s ex-wife storms back into their lives, Mercy knows something isn’t right. Christy has the furthest thing from good intentions—she wants Adam back, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to get him, including turning the pack against Mercy.
Mercy isn’t about to step down without a fight, but there’s a more dangerous threat circling. As the bodies start piling up, she must put her personal troubles aside to face a creature with the power to tear her whole world apart.
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The phone rang while I was elbow-deep in sudsy dishwater.
“I’ll get it,” said my stepdaughter, Jesse, hastily dumping two glasses and a fork in my sink.
A werewolf pack that eats together stays together, I thought, scrubbing stubborn egg off a plate. Sunday breakfasts weren’t attended by the whole pack—some of them had families just like regular people or jobs they worked on the Sabbath. The breakfasts weren’t mandatory because that would have ruined the intent. Darryl, Adam’s second, who usually prepared the meals, was a hellaciously good cook, and his food attracted anyone who could manage to come.
The dishwasher was running, stuffed full and then some. I would have let the rest of the dishes wait until it was done, but Auriele, Darryl’s mate, wouldn’t hear of it.
I didn’t argue with her because I was one of the three people in the pack who outranked her, so she’d have to back down. That felt like cheating, and I never cheat.
Unless it is against my enemies, whispered a soundless voice in my head that might have been mine but felt like Coyote’s.
The second reason for my compliance was more self-serving. Auriele and I were getting along, which made her the only one of the three female werewolves in the pack who was friendly with me at the moment.
Auriele hadn’t been happy having me as the Alpha’s mate, either—I was a coyote shapeshifter among wolves. She didn’t think it was a good thing for pack morale. She also thought, correctly, that I brought trouble for the pack with me. She liked me despite herself. I was used to the company of men, but it was nice to have a woman besides Jesse, my teenage stepdaughter, who would talk to me.
So, to please Auriele, I washed dishes that the dishwasher could have taken care of, ignoring the burn of hot soapy water in the wounds of my trade—barked knuckles are a mechanic’s constant companion. Auriele dried the dishes, and Jesse had volunteered to tidy up the kitchen in general. Three women bonding over household chores—my mother would be pleased if she could see us. That thought hardened my resolve that next week, some of the men would do cleanup. It would be good for them to expand their skill set.
“There’s this kid in my second-period class.” Auriele ignored the ringing phone as she hefted a stack of plates up to the cupboard with a grunt of effort. It wasn’t the weight of the dishes that was the problem—Auriele was a werewolf; she could have lifted a four-hundred-pound anvil onto the shelf. It was that she was short and had to stand on tiptoe to do it. Jesse had to dodge around her to get to the phone.
“All the teachers love Clark,” Auriele continued. “All the girls and most of the guys, too. And every word out of his mouth is a lie. ‘Enrique cheated off my paper,’ he told me when I asked him why they both had all the same mistakes. Enrique, he just gets this resigned look on his face; I expect that Clark has done this to him before.”
“Hauptman residence,” said Jesse cheerfully. “Can I help you?”
“Is Adam there?”
“So I told him—” Auriele stopped talking abruptly, her sensitive ears caught by the familiar voice on the line.
“I need Adam.” My husband’s ex-wife’s voice was thick with tears. Christy Hauptman sounded desperate and half-hysterical.
“Mom?” Jesse’s voice was shaky. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Mom?” Jesse gave me a frantic look.
“Adam,” I called. “Christy’s on the phone for you.”
He was in the living room talking to Darryl and a few of the pack who had lingered after breakfast, so I didn’t have to raise my voice much. It wasn’t the first time Christy had called needing something.
Dealing with Christy was usually enough to give me a stomachache. Not because of anything she could do to me or Adam. But Jesse, who loved her mother but was currently fighting to keep liking her, suffered every time that woman called. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
“He’s coming, Mom,” Jesse said.
“Please,” Christy said. “Tell him to hurry.”
Desperate, hysterical tears—those weren’t unusual. But she sounded scared, too. And that wasn’t anything I’d heard before.
Adam walked into the room, and from his grim face, I could tell he’d heard at least part of what Christy had said. He took the handset from Jesse but hugged her with the other arm. Jesse’s eyes grew watery under his comforting hold. She gave me a frantic look before bolting away, out the door, and up the stairs, presumably to her room, where she could collect herself.
“What do you need?” Adam said, most of his attention still on his daughter.
“Can I come home?”
Auriele glanced at me, but I was already wearing my blank face. She wouldn’t be able to tell what I was thinking from my expression.
“This isn’t your home,” Adam said. “Not anymore.”
“Adam,” Christy said. “Oh, Adam.” She sobbed, a small, hopeless sound. “I’m in trouble, I need to come home. I’ve been so stupid. He won’t leave me alone. He hurt me, he killed a friend of mine, and he follows me everywhere I go. Can I come home, please?”
That wasn’t anything I’d expected. Auriele quit trying to pretend she wasn’t listening to every word and jerked her face toward the phone.
“Call the police,” Adam said. “That’s what they are there for.”
“He’ll kill me,” she whispered. “Adam, he’ll kill me. I don’t have anywhere else to run. Please.”
Werewolves can tell when people are lying. So can some of the other supernatural critters running around—like me, for instance. Over the phone is a lot trickier because a lot of the telltale signs involve heartbeat and smell—neither of which is possible to detect over a phone line. But I could hear the truth in her voice.
Adam looked at me.
“Tell her to come,” I said. What else could I say? If something happened to her when we could help . . . I wasn’t sure if I could live with that. I knew that Adam couldn’t.
Auriele continued to watch me. She frowned, finally turned away, and started to dry the dishes again.
“Adam, please?” Christy pleaded.
Adam narrowed his eyes at me and didn’t say anything.
“Adam,” Mary Jo said from the doorway. Mary Jo is a firefighter, tough and smart. “She is owed by the pack for the years that she was yours. Let her come home, and the pack will protect her.”
He gave Mary Jo a look, and she dropped her eyes.
“It’s okay,” I said to Adam, and tried to make it not a lie. “Really.”
I bake when I’m stressed. If I had to make enough chocolate chip cookies to feed Richland while she was here, it would be okay because Adam needed me to be okay with it.
If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away—and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.
Maybe she didn’t want them back. Maybe she just needed to be safe. My gut wasn’t convinced, but jealousy isn’t a logical emotion, and I had no reason to be jealous of Christy.
“All right,” Adam said. “All right. You can come.” Then, his voice gentle, he asked, “Do you need money for plane tickets?”
I went back to the dishes and tried not to hear the rest of the conversation. Tried not to hear the concern in Adam’s voice, the softness—and the satisfaction he got from taking care of her. Good Alpha werewolves take care of those around them; it’s part of what makes them Alpha.
I might have been able to ignore it better if all the wolves still in the house hadn’t drifted into the kitchen. They listened to Adam’s finalization of the details that would bring Christy here and snuck occasional, furtive glances my way when they thought I wouldn’t notice.
Auriele took the last cup from my hand. I unplugged the sink and shook the water from my hands before drying them off on my jeans. My hands aren’t my best feature. The hot water had left my skin pruney, and my knuckles were red and swollen. Even after washing dishes, there was still some black grease embedded in my skin and under my nails. Christy’s hands were always beautiful, with French-manicured nails.
Adam hung up the phone and called the travel agent he used to coordinate his not-infrequent business travel: both business business and werewolf business.
“She can stay with Honey and me,” said Mary Jo to me, her voice neutral.
Mary Jo and Honey were the other two female werewolves in the pack. Mary Jo had moved in with Honey when Honey’s mate had been killed a few months ago. Neither of them liked me very much.
Until Mary Jo made the offer of hospitality, I’d been half planning to put Christy up with one of the other pack members because I hadn’t thought it through. I knew that putting Christy in with Mary Jo and Honey would be a mistake.
Adam and I were working hard to increase the pack cohesion, which meant that I was trying very hard not to further alienate either Mary Jo or Honey. I was doing pretty well at keeping our interactions to polite neutrality. If Christy moved in with them, she would use their dislike of me and fan it into a hurricane-force division that would rain down on the pack in a flood of drama.
Once I recognized the power of Christy as a divisive force, I realized that it wasn’t just a problem for my relationship with the pack, but also for Adam’s. Putting Adam’s ex-wife in the same house with Honey and Mary Jo would be stupid because it would force Mary Jo to take Christy’s side on any tension between Christy and Adam or Christy and the pack. The same thing would be true of anyone Christy stayed with.
Christy was going to have to stay here with Adam and me.
“Christy needs to be here, where she’ll feel safe,” said Auriele before I could reply to Mary Jo.
“Uhm,” I said, because I was still reeling under the weight of just how much it was going to suck having her not just here in the Tri-Cities, but here in my home.
“You don’t want her here?” asked Auriele, and for the first time, I realized that Auriele, like Mary Jo, had liked Christy better than she did me. “She’s scared and alone. Don’t be petty, Mercy.”
“Would you want Darryl’s ex staying at your house?” asked Jesse hotly. I hadn’t realized she’d come back downstairs. Her chin was raised as she flung her support my way. I didn’t want her to do that. Christy was her mom—Jesse shouldn’t be trying to choose between us.
“If she needed help, I would,” Auriele snapped. It was easy for her to be certain because Darryl, as far as I knew, didn’t have an ex-wife. “If you don’t want Christy here, Mercy, she is welcome at my house.”
Auriele’s offer was followed up by several others, accompanied by hostile stares aimed at me. Christy had been well liked by most of the pack. She was just the sort of sweet, helpless homemaker that appealed to a bunch of werewolves with too much testosterone.
“Christy will stay here,” I said.
But since Mary Jo and Auriele were arguing hotly about where Christy would be happiest, and the men were paying attention to them, no one had heard me.
“I said”—I stepped between the two women, drawing on Adam’s power to give weight to my words—“Christy will stay here with Adam and me.” Both women dropped their eyes and backed away, but the hostility in Auriele’s face told me that only the Alpha’s authority in my voice had forced her to stop arguing. Mary Jo looked satisfied—I was pretty sure it meant that she thought Christy’s staying here might give Christy a chance to resume her position as Adam’s wife.
Though Adam was still on the phone, my pull on his authority had made him look around to see what was happening in the kitchen, but he didn’t slow his rapid instructions.
“Having her here isn’t a good idea. She’d do okay at Honey and Mary Jo’s.” Jesse sounded almost frantic.
“Christy stays here,” I repeated, though this time I didn’t borrow Adam’s magic to make my point.
“Mercy, I love my mother.” Jesse’s mouth twisted unhappily. “But she’s selfish, and she resents that you took her place here. She’ll cause trouble.”
“Jesse Hauptman,” snapped Auriele. “That’s your mother you are talking about. You show her some respect.”
“Auriele,” I growled. This morning needed a dominance fight between the two of us like it needed a nuclear bomb. But I couldn’t let her dictate to Jesse. “Back off.”
Teeth showing in a hostile smile, Auriele turned her hot gaze on me, yellow stirring in the cappuccino depths of her eyes.
“Leave Jesse alone,” I told her. “You’re overstepping your authority. Jesse is not pack.”
Auriele’s lips whitened, but she backed down. I was right, and she knew it.
“Your mom will feel safer here,” I told Jesse without looking away from Auriele. “And Auriele’s also right when she says we can protect Christy better here.”
Jesse gave me a despairing look. “She doesn’t want Dad, but that doesn’t mean she wants anyone else to have him. She’ll try to get between the two of you—like water torture. Drip. Drip. Drip. You should hear what she says about you.”
No. No, I shouldn’t. Neither should Jesse, but there was nothing I could do about that.
“It’s all right,” I told her. “We’re all grown-ups. We can behave for a little while.” How long could it take for a werewolf to hunt down a stalker and scare him off? A stalker, by definition, should be easy to find, right?
“Good Samaritan Mercy,” Mary Jo muttered. “Shouldn’t we all be grateful for her charity?” She glanced around and realized she was the center of attention and flushed. “What? It’s true.”
Still on the phone, Adam looked at Mary Jo and held her—and everyone else in the room—silent with his gaze. He finished his business with the travel agent, then hung up the phone.
“That’s enough,” he said very softly, and Mary Jo flinched. He is quiet when he is really mad—right before people start dying. “This is not up for debate. It is time for everyone to go. Christy is not pack, was never pack. She was never my mate, only my wife. That means she is not pack business, and not your business.”
“Christy is my friend,” said Auriele hotly. “She needs help. That makes it my business.”
“Does it?” Adam asked her, clearly out of patience. “If it is your business, why did Christy call me, not you?”
She opened her mouth, and Darryl put a hand on her shoulder and led her out of the room. “Best leave well enough alone,” I heard him say before they left the house.
The wolves—including Mary Jo—slid out of the room without waiting for Adam to say anything more. We stood in the kitchen, Adam, Jesse, and I, waiting until the sounds of cars starting and driving away left us in silence. All the uniting benefit of this Sunday breakfast was gone like the last of the waffles.
“Jesse,” I said. “Your mother is welcome here.”
“You know what she’s like,” Jesse said passionately. “She’ll spoil everything. She can get people, can get Dad, to do things they had no intention of doing.”
“Not your problem,” I told her, while Adam’s face tightened because he agreed with Jesse.
“She can get me to do things, too.” Jesse’s face was desperate. “I don’t want you hurt.”
Adam’s hand came down on my shoulder.
“You are responsible for your own actions,” I told her. Told both of them. “Not hers. She’s not a werewolf, not Alpha. She can’t make you do anything unless you let her.”
I glanced up at the clock, though I knew what time it was. “Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I need to change clothes and head to church, or I’m going to be late.” I strode out of the kitchen, then gathered myself together and turned at the doorway. “Something tells me that I’ve got a lot of praying for patience and charity in my future.” I flashed them a grin I didn’t much feel, then left.
Church didn’t help a lot. I was still unsettled by the events of the morning when my back hit the mat on the floor of the garage. The impact forced the air from my lungs in an inelegant sound and drove my worries away. I snarled at my attacker—who snarled back with interest.
The snarl didn’t make Adam’s too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam’s anger makes me go weak in the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.
“What are you trying to do? Kill mosquitoes?” Adam was too mad to be aware of my reaction to his anger. “I’m a werewolf. I’m trying to kill you—and you smack me open-handed on my butt?”
Even with me on the ground, he stayed in sanchin dachi, a neutral-ready position that allowed him easy rotation for either strike or block. It also made him look pigeon-toed. Not a good look, even for Adam, but his thin t-shirt, wet with sweat, did its best to improve the picture.
“It’s a cute butt,” I said.
He rolled his eyes, released the stance, and took a step nearer to me.
“As for my hand on your cute butt,” I continued, letting my shoulders relax against the mat, “I was cleverly trying to distract you.”
He frowned at me. “Distract me from what? Your awesome, sneaky attack that left you lying on the floor?”
I twisted, catching him in front of the ankle with one foot as I put my whole weight behind the shin I slammed into the back of his knee. He started to lose his balance, and I rolled up with an elbow strike that hit the big muscle that ran up the back of his upper leg with charley-horse-causing force. As he went all the way down to hands and knees, I swung the wrench I’d snagged on my original fall and touched him on the back of the head with it.
“Exactly,” I said, pleased that I’d been able to lie well enough with my body language that I’d taken him unawares. He’d been fighting a lot longer than I, and he was bigger and stronger. I was very seldom able to best him while we were sparring.
Adam rolled over, rubbing his thigh to relieve the cramp I’d given him. He saw the wrench and narrowed his eyes at me—and then grinned and relaxed on the wrestling mat that covered half the garage floor. “I’ve always had the hots for the mean and sneaky women.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Sneaky I knew, but I didn’t know you liked mean. Okay, then. No more chocolate chip cookies for you. I’ll feed them to the rest of the pack instead.”
He sat up without using his hands, not showing off, but because he was just that strong. He wasn’t vain enough to realize how it made the muscles in his belly stand out under the meager cover of his shirt, and I wasn’t going to tell him.
Not that I had to. His mouth kicked up at the corners, and his chocolate eyes darkened a little as his nostrils flared, taking in the change that desire had made in my scent. He stripped off the shirt and wiped his face on it before tossing it to the side.
“I only like a little bit mean,” Adam confided in a low-husky voice that made my heartbeat pick up. “Withholding cookies is world-class mean.”
We’d been sparring every day since I’d had a fight with a nasty vampire named Frost. Adam decided that since I was going to keep getting into trouble, the only thing he could do was try to ensure I could get myself out of it, too. I was still doing karate with my sensei three times a week, and I could feel the difference all the extra practice was making in my fighting ability. Sparring with Adam meant that I could pay attention to fighting without worrying about hurting someone (werewolves are tough). It meant that I could ignore the need to hide what I was behind human-slow movement. Today, it also meant that I could forget that phone call this morning for a little while.
I leaned forward, putting my forehead against his sweat-slicked shoulder. He smelled good: the mint and musk of werewolf, clean sweat, and the blend of scents that was Adam. “No. If I were world-class mean, I’d have told Christy to go find someone else to save her.”
His arm came around me. “I don’t love her. I never loved her the way I love you. She needed someone to take care of her, and I like taking care of people. That’s all we had.”
He thought he meant it, but I knew better. I’d seen them together when times had been good. I’d seen the damage that her leaving had done to a man who took care of the people who belonged to him and didn’t let go of them easily. But I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“I’m not worried about her coming between us,” I told him truthfully. “I’m worried about her hurting you and Jesse. Hurting the pack. But that’s better than letting her face whatever it is on her own.”
He bent down and put his cheek against the top of my head. “You lied,” he said. “You aren’t mean at all.”
“Shh. It’s a secret.”
He lay back on the mat and pulled me down with him. “I think you need to bribe me to keep your secret,” he told me thoughtfully.
“I have a feeling I’m going to be baking a lot of cookies in the near future,” I said ruefully. “I could go back on what I said and let you eat one or two.”
He hmmed, then shook his head slowly, rolling me a little, so I was on top of him instead of beside him. “That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? People wouldn’t think you were mean if you fed me cookies.”
Jesse was out with friends, and none of the werewolves had ventured back after Adam sent them away.
I sat up, feeling the rise of his breath underneath me, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen. I wiggled back a little, and he sucked in his breath.
“I don’t know if I have anything else to bribe you with,” I said seriously.
He growled at me, a real growl. Then he said, “See? World-class mean.”
Making love with Adam was sometimes slow, the intensity building until I swore if I felt one thing more, I would burst into sparks and never feel anything again. At those times, I’d come back to myself limp and a little lost, in the best of all ways. Love means leaving yourself vulnerable, knowing that there is someone to catch you when you fall. But when I was already feeling vulnerable, I couldn’t have let go like that.
Adam chose to keep it lighter this time, as if he knew how breakable I felt. He was passionate and playful, and I gave as good as I got. I wasn’t the only one worried about what Christy’s presence would do to us; I wasn’t the only one who needed reassurance.
I cried out when his teeth nipped my shoulder, as the hint of pain traveled electrically down my spine, sending me into a climax that left me wrecked in body and whole in spirit. He waited until I was finished before starting again. I watched his face, watching him hold on to his control—and I put paid to that. I nibbled the side of his neck, then wrapped my legs around him, digging into his lower back a little with my heels. He lost himself in me, and it was enough for me to climax again.
And when we lay naked on the mats, the smell of sex and sweat in the air, his hand wrapped tightly around mine: I felt the problem of Christy shrink down to a manageable level.
As long as Adam loved me, I was sure I could deal with the worst Christy could throw at us. I pushed aside the nagging thought that the euphoria of Adam’s lovemaking sometimes left me with delusions of invulnerability.
Late that night, long after we’d gone to bed, someone knocked on the front door.
Adam’s arm was heavy across the back of my thigh. Somehow, I’d rolled until I was curled up mostly sideways in the bed. Medea, the cat, lay behind my head, answering my question about why I was in such an odd position. She had a way of shoving me off my pillow while we slept, so she could have the high ground.
Someone knocked again, a polite knock-knock.
I groaned and pushed Medea off my pillow, so I could pull it over my head. Adam stayed relaxed and loose as I wiggled. So did the cat. She didn’t protest, didn’t get up and stalk off. Just kept sleeping where I’d put her.
I stiffened, half lifted myself off the bed, and looked at Adam. Looked at the cat. I shook Adam’s shoulder to no effect: something was keeping him asleep. Since it had taken the cat, too, I assumed it was magic.
I am immune to some magic, and maybe that’s why it wasn’t affecting me, but that persistent knock—
—that was the one, made me think that perhaps my exclusion had been deliberate. Someone wanted to talk to me alone. Or do something to me when I didn’t have Adam to back me up.
I rolled off the bed and grabbed my Sig Sauer out of the drawer in the nightstand, dropped the magazine with silver bullets, and replaced it with copper-jacketed hollow points. No werewolf I knew had the magic to keep an Alpha of Adam’s caliber sleeping this deeply. That meant fae or witchcraft, and both of them could be killed by a regular bullet. I was pretty sure. Witches I was certain of—as long as it wasn’t Elizaveta—but the fae were tricky.
The hollow points would do more damage than silver bullets to any of them, anyway. Silver was too hard to be good ammunition. And armed was better than unarmed when facing an unknown enemy.
I looked in on Jesse on my way to the front door. She was sleeping on her back, her arms wrapped over her head, snoring lightly. Safe enough, for now.
The gun gave me the courage to ghost down the stairs. It was heavy. Like the daily fighting sessions with Adam, carrying the gun had become part of my routine. I wasn’t human, not quite, but I was very nearly as helpless. It hadn’t mattered much until I took Adam as my mate. In some ways, being part of the pack had made me a lot safer—but it had also made me the weakest link in the pack. The gun helped equalize the difference between me and the werewolves.
It was dark outside, and the narrow glass panel next to the door was opaque anyway. I had no way to tell who was there.
“Who are you?” I asked, raising my voice without yelling.
The knocking ceased.
“We do not give our names lightly,” said a man’s pleasant voice. That he didn’t raise his voice told me that he knew enough about me to understand that I could hear better than a regular human. His answer told me what he was, if not who.
The fae were careful with their names, changing the ones they used regularly and concealing the older ones, so that they could not be used against them. Fae magic works best when it knows who it is working upon. However, giving an enemy your name could also be a show of strength—See how little I am worried about you? I will give you my name, and even with that, you cannot hurt me.
Thanks to my friend and former employer Zee—iron-kissed, self-proclaimed gremlin, and mechanic extraordinaire—I knew a lot of the fae around the Tri-Cities, but the one at my doorstep was no one whose voice I recognized. Fae were good with glamour: they could change their faces, their voices, even their sizes and shapes. But all the fae were supposed to be on their reservations after having all but declared war upon the US.
“I don’t open my door to people whose names I do not know,” I told the stranger outside my door.
“Recently, I have been Alistair Beauclaire,” he told me.
Beauclaire. I sucked in my breath. I knew who he was, and so did anyone who watched the viral YouTube video someone had filmed. Beauclaire was the fae who killed the man who had kidnapped his daughter with the intention of murdering her as he had so many other half-blood fae (as well as a few werewolves). Beauclaire was the man who had declared the fae independent from the US and all human dominion. He was a Gray Lord, one of the powerful few who ruled all the fae.
But he was more, much more than that, because he’d given up another of his names on that day.
“Gwyn ap Lugh,” I said.
I’d looked up Lugh after an encounter with an oakman fae who had tossed Lugh’s name about. The results of my research were confusing to say the least. The only thing for certain was that in a history of legendary fae, Lugh stood out like a lantern on a dark night. “Ap Lugh” meant son of Lugh, so at least I wasn’t dealing with Lugh himself.
The fae on the other side of the door paused before saying, slowly, “I have gone by that name as well.”
“You are a Gray Lord.” I tried to keep my voice steady. As Beauclaire, this one had lived a long time in human guise, and he’d been, from all the interviews of his friends, ex-wife, and coworkers, well liked. No sense offending him if I didn’t have to, and keeping him on the porch might just do that.
“Yes,” he said.
“Would you give your word that you intend me no harm?” Not offending him was important, but so was not being stupid. Though I was pretty sure if he wanted in, a door wasn’t going to keep him out.
“I will not hurt you this night,” he said readily, and so unfaelike in his straightforward answer it made me even more suspicious.
“Are you the only one out there?” I asked warily, after examining any possible harm he might be able to do without breaking his word. “And would you promise not to harm anyone in this house tonight?”
“I am the only one here, and for this night, I will ensure no harm comes to those who are within your home.”
I engaged the safety on the gun, backed into the kitchen, and put it under a stack of dish towels waiting to be put away. Then I went into the front room and opened the door.
The cold night air, still around freezing this early in the spring, made the long t-shirt I wore, a black Hauptman Security shirt washed to gray, inadequate for keeping me warm. I don’t sleep naked: being the wife of the Alpha means unexpected visits in the middle of the night.
I am not shy or particularly body conscious, but Adam is not okay with other men seeing me naked. It makes him shorter-tempered than usual. Adam’s t-shirts were exactly the right size to be comfortable, and having me wear his shirts helped him keep his cool around other males.
Beauclaire didn’t look below my chin. Politeness or indifference, either one was okay by me.
He smelled like a lake, full of life and greenness with a hint of summer sun even though he stood under the light of the stars and moon with the bare-branched trees that held only a hint of bud. Reddish brown hair, lightly graying at the temples, gave him a normalcy that the still-sleeping werewolf in my bed told me was a lie.
Beauclaire was medium tall but built on graceful lines that didn’t quite hide the whipcord muscle beneath. Warren, Adam’s third, was built along the same lines.
He didn’t look like a sun god, a storm god, or a trickster, as Lugh was variously reputed to be. Beauclaire had been a lawyer before his dramatic YouTube moment, and that was what he looked like now.
Of course, fae could look like whatever they wanted to.
When I stepped back and gestured him into the living room, he moved like a man who knew how to fight—balanced and alert. I believed that more than I believed the lawyer appearance.
He walked into the living room, but he didn’t stop there since the main floor of the house has a circular flow. He continued through the dining room and around the corner into the kitchen, where he pulled up a chair with his back to the wall and sat down.
I was fairly sure that his choice was important—the fae place a great deal of emphasis on symbolism. Maybe he picked the kitchen because guests came to the house and sat in the living room. Family and friends sat in the kitchen. If so, maybe he was trying to present himself as a friend—or point out that I didn’t have the power to keep him out of the center of my own home. It was too subtle to be certain, so I ignored it altogether. Trying too hard to figure out the meaning in what the fae say or do would send anyone to Straightjacket Land.
“Ms. Hauptman,” he said after I sat down opposite him, “It is my understanding that you have one of my father’s artifacts. I have come for the walking stick.”
Excerpted from "Night Broken"
Copyright © 2015 Patricia Briggs.
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PRAISE FOR THE MERCY THOMPSON NOVELS
“I love these books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“The best new urban fantasy series I’ve read in years.”—Kelley Armstrong, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Outstanding.”—Charles de Lint, Fantasy & Science Fiction
“In the increasingly crowded field of kick-ass supernatural heroines, Mercy stands out as one of the best.”—Locus
“An excellent read with plenty of twists and turns…It left me wanting more.”—Kim Harrison, New York Times bestselling author
“Expect to be spellbound.”—Lynn Viehl, New York Times bestselling author
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I had the opportunity to read this book early, and I couldn't put it down. Fantastic character development and a handful of new cast members that immediately feel like part of the family.
Earc received to give an honest review. (Netgalley & Literal Addiction) NO EPIC SPOILERS! ~ I’m thinking that jealously can be used as a form of intuition in relationship situations. We all know that at times jealously can be an irrational emotion that can’t be helped or explained. But what happens when that emotion is NOT irrational and you have good reason to be jealous and maybe even a little worried? Briggs is at it again, building upon Mercy and laying her character, while still keeping her very much Mercy. This time though, she has to deal with ex-wives who can manipulate people without even trying, Vampire Politics at its finest and a Volcano God who can’t stop killing. There is always drama of some sort in Mercy’s life and this is no different, Briggs starts us off with something that seemed so harmless, but in the span of a couple words and a page it turns into something that is going to suck very much for our girl Mercy and she knows it. But there isn’t much she can do because there is no way she is going to leave Adams ex-wife to fend for herself against a killer. Seems like an easy “job” for lack of a better term, but this is anything but easy. Soon they are knee deep in a myth about Volcano Gods and his love of the Sun and our hero’s and heroine’s learn that everything isn’t always what it seems and Christy isn’t at all without motives. We all know that the pack (the females in the pack) don’t care for Mercy because she signifies changes and wolves don’t like change all that much. There is a sort of tentative peace when the book starts that gets smashed to pieces when it becomes plainly obvious that the women want Christy back. Everyone is sucked into the manipulation but Honey, who surprises me in this book and I love her more for her willingness to stick by Mercy and see everything for what it is. On top of dealing with the ex-wife of her husband, someone very important wants the walking stick back. The issue- Mercy gave it to Coyote and hasn’t seen him since she fought the River Devil. Now she has a week to find and get the walking stick from Coyote before things really get bad. Piece of cake… except for the simple fact that she doesn’t know how to find him and nobody has seen him either. But there may be someone who has the power to get in touch with him for her. Someone with a very big connection to her, that had me smiling and laughing the entire time because he is not what I was expecting – had I been expecting him. The moments between Adam and Mercy are really sweet and romantic I love them as a couple. I hated that Christy was coming between them and it was obvious that she was, even if only when Mercy was not around and couldn’t be there to defend her turf, although she wasn’t doing much defending because she was trying to not set back all the work she and Adam had done in order to get pack on the Mercy bandwagon. There was never a lack of action in Night Broken, lots of talking but it wasn’t meaningless or just filler space. Everything that was said and done in this book held a purpose, even if we didn’t know what that purpose was right at that moment. Briggs can weave a story like no other, mixing emotions, actions and drama and evil villains with an ease that we all very much appreciate. We also got to see some old characters, friends, associates and frenemies. Secrets are revealed that were kept from Mercy (for her sanity) and motives from the Vampire seethe come to light. Book Pages and Dripping Ink gives Night Broken 5 Black Roses and a must read stamp of approval. HAPPY READING!
I waited for 2 years for this book and read it in one day. It was totally worth the wait. I love the world of Mercy Thompson. This book has Adam’s ex in trouble and wanting them to help her out. If she can help herself to Mercy’s world she isn’t above trying for it. She has to know that Mercy won’t take it sitting down. Action, adventure, Magic, love and laughter this book has it all.
I have read all the books in this series and sadly this one was a big dissappointment. It was so slow, nothing interesting even happend until the book was half way over. Also was dissappointed in how she wrote Adam in this book. He should of stood up more for his wife Mercy.
Night Broken is the eighth installment in the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs. Briggs is another one of those authors that knows what it takes to keep a series fresh and original. This is book eight in a series that is still going strong. Each book moves the series forward and incorporates new and interesting characters while exploring the myths of many different cultures. With Mercy Thompson you have a little bit of everything, shapeshifters of all kinds, werewolves, vampires and fae and many creatures most urban fantasy fans haven't even heard of. Briggs continues to amaze with every new addition to the series. A great urban fantasy read! What I liked: The main theme of this particular book is the fact that Adams's ex-wife Christy is being stalked by a very bad man. He is a real killer and her life is actually in danger, but she has ulterior motives in seeking the packs protection. She plays on Mercy's good intentions and worms her way back into Adams life, knowing all along she has a plan to get him back. Christy was a real piece of work. One of the qualities that I think shows Briggs is a good author, is the fact that she can make you strongly dislike characters. If she can bring out that kind of emotion from the reader, she knows what she's doing. And I really disliked this woman. LOL! Christy gets her just rewards in the end though, and it was oh so satisfying. It was kind of disturbing to see Mercy treated like an outsider again by the pack. She is the alpha's choice and I felt like they should have respected that. It is their duty as members of the pack to have her back and I really felt like they didn't here. But I think that was all in the plan. Briggs is up to something with this and I'm interested to see where she's going. Christy's big plan was to turn the pack against Mercy and it was way too easy for her to start doing that. But Mercy showed that she was the bigger person. The pack may not have had her best interests at heart, but she always has their's in mind. The relationship between Mercy and Adam really shines in this book. Urban Fantasy books don't usually have a lot of romance as a rule and this series is really no different, but it has it's moments and this book showed that. Mercy and Adam stood together, they had each other's backs and they were determined to make it work. Adam's love for Mercy was so obvious that it was quite beautiful and her fierce love for him was truly amazing to read about. I just love them together. I'm glad that's direction Briggs took them. A great couple! What I didn't like: The pack disloyalty was my only grip with this one. It's such a wonderful series, with so many wonderful characters who are part of the pack and outside the pack. I just wanted them to be bigger than that. To see what Christy was up to and to hold Mercy up as their Alpha female. I hope it's a plot device, if not I'm a little disappointed in them. Bottom Line: This is another fantastic book in the Mercy Thompson series. Patricia Briggs just keeps getting better and better. If you are an urban fantasy fan and haven't found this series yet, you need to try it. It's truly amazing!
Couldn't put it down! Have to admit that after I read the last sentence of the book, I howled for more!
While Mercy and Adam should be settling into a routine and enjoying their marriage, Adam's ex Christy is in trouble and needs to stay with the pack to be safe. Mercy has never liked Christy and doesn't trust her. While keeping an eye on her she sees she is right. Christy wants Adam back and everyone to hate Mercy. Mercy isn't going to let Adam go easily and that isn't the only concern. Christy's boyfriend is a very dangerous person and he isn't afraid to kill to get what he wants. On top of that Mercy has a few more matters to settle cause for Mercy life can't be simple. I really enjoy this series and like this installment very much. We all know Mercy is a bad ass character and have seen some of her softer side. I love the bond and love she has with Adam. It really shows how much they care for each other in this book. They work together and try to let nothing come between them. I think Adam is a little clueless letting the ex back in his house but I can understand she is the mother of his child and he wants to help even if to me she for sure will never win mother of the year. When I read the blurb I figured Mercy would be kicking her butt in know time but she really shows a great maturity and holds back. I can't say I would have been as understanding as she is. I believe I would let Christy's boyfriend do whatever with her just to get rid of her. The pack somewhat got on my nerves as Mercy is not good enough for some of them and they are stupid not to see how good she is. The ex adds a good action element to the book as well as a few other things that come up cause Mercy can never have just one problem so have no fear it isn't all cat fights and backstabbing. You also get to learn a few secrets that you may have wondered about in previous books. I can't wait to read the next book as this one left me wanting more. Fans of the series will not be disappointing in this addition.
I LOVED this book and LOVE the series but I felt like the end was a bit abrupt. It was all wrapping up nicely then stopped. I thought my Nook had messed up and I wias missing pages. I wanted to know more like what happened to Gary. Any one else feel this way?
Loved it. I was pleasntly surprised and thrilled by what I read. Can't wait for the next one.
Once again this book.was a home run, I love this..series, and I loved the self restraint she showed toward adems ex wife,because I know if I/ any woman were in her shoes, it would be hard, i even respected mercy 100 times more that she never bad talked adems ex to her step daughter about.her mother, which not.may people do these days, but mercy gave jessy a chance to start rebuilding a relstionship w a mother who was never there, and people.don't realize how importaintnl that can.be at.her age, but anyways I loved how at the end.she gave the others time to see the truth about the ex in the end,. I loved this book cause it intertwmed her past and future, and gave the kick butt inside and outside strength l, mercy style ;) ....... Cj Thorsos....
Gotta be honest and say I was a little bit hesitant going into this one. I really disliked Christy's character before reading this and knowing she was going to play an important role in this one had me scared for Mercy. I of course did not doubt Adam's loyalty but its well known how the pack feels about mercy vs Christy. Well now I don't just dislike her I kinda hate her....and with good reason. Having her in the mix of the other plots going on was a bit tedious. Especially seeing everyone's reactions towards her. And Mercy's "understanding" was just a bit over the top. There were times I really wanted to the her aside and tell her to SNAP OUT OF THE PASSIVE STANCE she seemed to take most of the time. That aside, we meet a few new characters who proved to be very interesting, Gary being one of them, and I can't wait to see how that all develops. Overall there were some significant shifts in the pack and it looks like Briggs if concluding some drawn out issues, that quite frankly need to be resolved so we can get to bigger better things. Though once again we see Mercy & the pack fighting a new evil villain, its refreshing to see that she's not directly responsible. This one is all on Christy and its interesting to see the pack's reaction to this new problem differs from others in the past. One the my favorite aspects of this book was the fact that there more Adam & Mercy personal scenes than there has been in the last few books, which was wonderful. I sometimes feel like that romantic connection takes too much of a back seat. There are a lot of emotional scenes in this one and it almost felt like this might of have been the last of series. The end was very abrupt (which I didn't really care for) and a few questions still linger but overall I think Briggs has done a nice job continuing this story, I love so much as well as setting it up for the next one. I'd really love to have had the option of reading some of the last scenes from Adam's POV. It'd be great if Briggs could do that in the next one. I haven't read anything in regards to just how many books are expected to follow but it does feel as though she's getting ready to wrap up the series.
I simply love Mercy Thompson. In Night Broken she just proves herself time and time again what kind a honest person she truly is... Adam's ex-wife Christy has returned with a threat that could destroy them all. Her easy life style has turned an ancient volcano god into her own personal stalker. Not only putting Christy’s life in harms way but also bring the god's wrath onto Mercy. If that wasn't enough, Christy is the ultimate manipulator. She has a way of playing the perfect victim and has her sights on removing Mercy from the picture. Meanwhile, the Gray Lord, Alistar Beauclaire wants his father's walking stick back. If you remember in the previous installments, Mercy gave the walking stick to Coyote. Now she must find the elusive trickster god. On her journey, she discovers a few very exciting twists to Mercy's story...of course, I can't share without giving a few spoilers so all I can say is you have to read it and find out. There is also an additional character added to this story that I hope becomes a major player in future installments. In all the circumstances, Christy passive aggressively attacks Mercy. Mercy takes the high road. Showing huge character growth as well as making her more humanized/relatable. Don't worry she gets her perfect pay back so don't go getting blue in the face. I love how Briggs grabs her inspiration and twists it with folk lore. Not only do we get a healthy does of Native American but she combines so many cultures as well. The pack seems to be embracing Mercy. I was concerned that this was going to be the same old situation with the pack turning against Mercy and she being isolated once again...That is definitely not the case. Although Christie's manipulations has caused many actions of discord, most of the pack sees right through her games and twisting of the truth. For the Fae, Mercy discovers more about her mentor and his family. While trying to unite the walking stick with its owner, Briggs pulls out a possible issue that might have Mercy and the Pack facing up against some serious future fae plot possibilities. Overall, Briggs knows how to bring a supernatural world alive. Her writing glues you to the pages and makes this fantasy world a reality in your imagination. I highly recommend reading Night Broken and can see a re-read of this entire series in my near future.
Loved it, can't wait for the next one. Pack has to deal with the return of Adams ex-wife. Poor Mercy has to deal with her and the pack. While the ex's stalker cause more problems then any human or normal creature could ever be. Mercy again finds herself in the middle of things and a new family members. New and old friends fight against a new foe. Anyway if you have read the series this is a another good one, and if you haven't you should
It was interesting finally seeing how Adams ex wife played in the mix! At the beginning it seemed like she was letting the ex win. Glad to read otherwise and how she showed a grown up version of herself but still did not let her overcome Mercy. Loved the surprises with Coyote and the very last line made me wish she wrote a little faster
Didn'r want it to end, hope we don't have to wait as long for the next one.
Some series seem to get tired after awhile... but this one just keeps the adventure, the fun, the good banter and the heart going strong in each book.
Cannot get enough of Mercy
A wonderful addition to the Mercy Thompson series. I read the book in one day because I couldn't even consider putting it down. I'm ready for the next installment!
Once again Patricia Briggs brings us an amazing Mercy Thompson book. To me this wasn't her best book of all time, but still a great read. And if you read her a lot, like i do, you can tell she has another book on the mind. which just hint that the mercyverse is going to get shook up, which is always exciting. I'm definitely looking forward to the next book in the series. The cliffhanger she left is still driving me crazy even a week after reading. Its defiantly a book you don't want to put down. Just thought i would put my two-cents in on this and review.
I really loved the first books. This one seemed very repeatitve. At the ending I felt like their were just too many loose ends. You know how some books seem more like a novella? Well that is what this felt like. Their were quite a few new charachter introductions which weren't bad but just seems to be spreading the storyline out. Next time I won't preorder. I will wait for it to go on sale
I really enjoy the Mercy and the Alpha and Omega series. I thought this was an easy fast read. I'm a bit dissapointed that the fae/werewolf plot was not advanced at all. The cantrip involvement sermed like it was added last minute. Overall a nice addition to the series.
I love the Mercy Thompson series a lot. The whole world Briggs has created around this character is phenominal , but this book, as great as it is, felt lazy to me. It did not, to me, match up very well with the feelings the other stories have given me, and this one seemed to put Mercy in a new light, one that, in my opinion, doesn't properly suit the fiery young woman I've read about the past several years. This book also lacked much of the falling action I feel was needed after such a large climax. It took us from the utmost of highs, and dropped us yet again into a hospital where Mercy's recouperating from her latest trouble. It seemed much to basic from an author such as Briggs. The character of Christy, likewise, seemed very poor to me. Yes, there are women who do manipulate people and get away with it, but those women are usually cunning, and have much more in their favor than Christy could ever hope to have. I saw very little growth in this character overall. She is a one trick pony, and her characterization in this novel made her much more whiney and dependent than I had pictured based on the words in previous novels. While I will definitely read the last novel in this series when it comes out, I sincerely hope that Briggs picks up her game once more for the next book in the series.
Love this series. Well written with strong characters. Great job. Please keep writing. MR.
And the adventures continue,,,,,,
My favorite series!