Bad Blood (Crimson Moon Series #1)

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As a highly trained soldier, Sasha and her team are an elite group of individuals who are survivors of werewolf attacks, now trained to be loyal to only each other and their government. But when she returns from a solo mission, she finds that her team has mysteriously gone missing.
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As a highly trained soldier, Sasha and her team are an elite group of individuals who are survivors of werewolf attacks, now trained to be loyal to only each other and their government. But when she returns from a solo mission, she finds that her team has mysteriously gone missing.
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Sasha Trudeau's solo assignment was successful, but when she returns to the camp after the mission, something is terrifyingly wrong: her entire elite team of werewolf survivors is missing. Left to her own devices, she scrambles to find them, but as readers of the Crimson Moon series know, nothing paranormal is easy. Sasha's quest for the truth leads her into dark alleys, not far from the deadly double dealings of vampires and the shadowy operations of government conspiracies. A natural for fans of the Anita Baker series.
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“L. A. Banks takes on werewolves and makes them her own…A blast to read.”

—Kelley Armstrong

“An action-packed thrill ride!”—Sherrilyn Kenyon

“Shadowy, sexy, intense.”—Cheyenne McCray

Kelley Armstrong

L. A. Banks takes on werewolves and makes them her own…A blast to read.
Sherrilyn Kenyon

An action-packed thrill ride!
Cheyenne McCray

Shadowy, sexy, intense.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312949112
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2008
  • Series: Crimson Moon Series, #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 482,940
  • Product dimensions: 4.22 (w) x 6.69 (h) x 0.91 (d)

Meet the Author

L. A. BANKS is the author of the Vampire Huntress Legend series and the Crimson Moon Novels. She had a bachelor's degree from the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business and a master's in fine arts from Temple University. Banks considered herself a shape-shifter. She wrote romance, women's fiction, crime and suspense, and of course, dark vampire huntress lore. She lived with her daughter in an undisclosed lair somewhere in Philadelphia.

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“Door’s open!” sasha yelled without even looking up, as she clutched the confusing set of directions in her hand and stared at the mess of parts on her living room floor.

She knew it was her guys; the thudding footfalls and loud banter between them were always a dead giveaway. In a second they’d both come tumbling through the door like a pair of wolf pups—Woods with his cocky sex-machine grin and Fisher with his baby face.

When the door banged open, Sasha looked up and couldn’t remain peeved even if she’d wanted to. Those two were lovable polar opposites. All she could do was smile.

Fish was a tall, lanky, Kentucky-bred blond with the bluest, kindest eyes in the whole world. She was older than him by two years and she thought of him as the younger brother she had never had. But in a fight, Fisher was fierce and played for keeps. A good man to have at your back when something otherworldly was closing in.

“I smell pizza,” Woods said, heading for the kitchen without a hello. He gave Sasha a dashing smile as he passed her. “Beer, I’m oh so sure, is in the fridge, right?” He looked over his shoulder, waggled his eyebrows, and blew her a kiss. “We’ve got dibs on the TV, since you’re making us work during prime time.”

“Save it for the ladies at the bar,” Sasha said, teasing him, but secretly glad that he’d decided to hang out for the duration of a game. If Woodsy stayed that meant Fisher would stay . . . and she was sure that on a Saturday night Woods had plenty of other places he could be.

Woods was typically handsome with brown hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders, and a muscular build. He cleaned up real nice when he put on his military blues. She knew that he had had more than his share of willing females back in West Virginia. Hell, he had more than his fair share scattered all over Denver.

“Okay, so tell me again why a Marine Corps–bred, Delta One, highly trained, superintelligent chick from the PCU needs all her pack members to put together her Ikea bookshelf and entertainment center on a Saturday night?” Woods said as he came out of the kitchen toting two beers in one hand while chomping on a slice of pepperoni and sausage pizza with the other.

“Because I want this done before we have to move out again. I hate leaving things unfinished,” she argued.

“You’ve got OCD, Trudeau,” Woods said. “You know that, right? It’s a sickness, this everything-in-its-place-before-you-deploy superstition thing you’ve got going on!”

“Well, if you guys can’t handle the directions, that’s all you had to say.” Sasha jumped to her feet and headed to the kitchen to get herself a slice of pizza.

“You hear a challenge, Fish?” Woods beamed at Fisher and handed off one of the beers to him.

“The Paranormal Containment Unit not only hears but accepts the challenge,” Fisher said, laughing as he saluted the lieutenant and then howled, causing Woods to join in.

“I also don’t know why the pack’s beta needs an assist, but as long as there’s brewskis, who’s arguing?” Woods said.

A snappy comeback escaped her; so instead, she bit into a slice of pizza and rolled her eyes at Fisher to make him laugh again. In truth, she could have put the furniture together herself and carried the freaking wall unit across the room, if necessary, but that wasn’t the issue. Worry nagged her gut, and before they each received a new deployment assignment, she wanted to hang out with them a little bit. Then there was the not so small reality that when it came to putting together inexpensive but fashionable furniture, misery loved company. Especially on a Saturday night. Yeah, okay, so maybe she also needed to get a life.

“Because it’s a conspiracy,” Sasha finally said, ignoring the jubilant banter coming from Woods and Fisher, who had long since found more beer in her fridge. “There is no L-wrench, and I swear they have fifteen different-sized screws that all look the same just to piss you off!” She looked down at the piles of nuts, bolts, screws, and washers on the floor at her feet and practically growled.

Her two pack mates smirked and clinked their bottles of beer together. Fisher had jammed so much pizza into his mouth that his cheeks bulged like a squirrel’s.

Suddenly there was a low rumble of laughter and Sasha turned to see Rod Butler walking into her apartment. Their fearless leader had arrived. Rod was the pack’s alpha and it was easy to see why. He was tall, at least six two, broad shouldered with a tightly corded body, and when he moved his power rolled off him, dominating everyone around him. He had startlingly green eyes and red hair that spoke of his Irish ancestry. He wasn’t typically handsome, but he exuded sex appeal even when he wasn’t trying.

Rod stood in the doorway chuckling low in his throat and shook his head as he shed his bomber jacket. “Trudeau, you know I’m never gonna let this incident go, right? I’ll be razzing you until that gorgeous black hair of yours goes stone gray.”

Sasha flipped him the bird and then slapped the instructions against Rod’s stone-cut chest, completely annoyed by the merry twinkle in his eyes and the way his handsome mouth offered her a lopsided grin. The backhanded compliment was slightly out of place for their normal siblinglike banter. She wanted to yank a handful of his hair as she passed him, but thought better of it.

Theirs had always been a big brother! little sister, mentor! protégée relationship but lately Rod seemed interested in something else that she wouldn’t even acknowledge. It was a dangerous thing in a squad, especially within a small tactical unit like theirs. It was best to keep it light, neutral, and totally platonic. She snatched more instruction sheets off the floor, ignoring the jubilant comments coming from the other guys . . . ignoring the way Rod’s eyes followed her body as she bent and remained on her ass until her face burned.

“Lemme see that,” Rod said, walking over to her and grabbing the crumpled directions from her. “If you just—”

“Watch it, Cap. We just got here and she’s already driving us crazy, and as you can see from the leaning tower of pizza,” Woods said, guzzling a Budweiser, and then using his bottle to indicate the botched wall-unit attempt, “she might take a swing at you.”

“Ohmigod. You did not say ‘leaning tower of pizza.’” Sasha closed her eyes and slapped her forehead as Woods made a Frisbee of the huge box and sent it into Rod’s grasp. “That’s Pisa, and hey, watch the rug!”

“My bad,” Fisher said, laughing and dabbing the rug with his T-shirt as the beer he’d just opened foamed over onto it. “But, hey, we don’t read all that fancy stuff, like you, Trudeau. You’re the diplomat—me and Woodsy just follow orders and blow shit up.”

“Chivalry is dead,” Woods mumbled over a mouthful of pepperoni and sausage pizza. “I think we blew that sucker up, too, on the last mission, right, Fish? Glad we’ve got a couple of weeks before we have to roll out again.”

Fisher raised his bottle and saluted the lieutenant with a grin.

Rod opened the pizza box, wolfing down a slice as he leaned against the wall. “So you mean to tell me that between the three of you, you guys couldn’t match up widget A with screw B and put together this furniture? Remind me of that when they send us out on another explosives detail.”

“Oh, so now the man has jokes,” Fisher said, mischief causing his blue eyes to light with the excitement of a challenge. “I can hot-wire anything. But I don’t do furniture. Too domestic. C-4 and cell phones, I’m much better with. Fifty bucks says there’s pieces missing.” He dragged his fingers through his blond spikes and forced his wiry frame up off the floor in one fluid sit-up, beaming at Rod.

“Aw, here we go . . .” Woods moaned. True pity shimmered in his eyes.

“You always get your ass kicked in poker, Fish—when are you gonna learn? Don’t bet Fearless Leader, man.”

Sasha began banging her head against the wall when Rod got the look. Anybody who knew Captain Rod Butler knew when he got that hungry look they’d all be in for a long night of unrelenting challenge. Once Rod got hold of something, he couldn’t let it go. “Please, anybody, somebody, put the frickin’ wall unit and bookcase together, that’s all a woman asks. I fed you. I bought you beer.”

“Under control,” Rod said, giving her a look that not only sent a mild tremor through her, but that made her nervous. He’d never looked at her like that. There was nothing brotherly or platonic about it.

“Let a real professional go to work,” Woods said. “Don’t you just love the alpha challenge?”

Moonlight sent a wide swath of light through her apartment. Music blared heavy percussion through her Bose system. But every time she glanced up, Rod’s line of vision hunted hers, cornered it, and made her fidget and look away. It was unnerving to have the dynamic of their relationship change so suddenly.

To avoid any catastrophic eye contact, she skirted the edge of the threesome who were now on the floor on their hands and knees sorting parts again, working as a team, and mercilessly ribbing each other. The specifics of their banter became muddied, the sound of their voices distant as she watched Rod glance at her, then look out the window at the luminous disk that seemed to mesmerize him long enough to stop time. Worry formed small beads of perspiration on her forehead. Rod needed his meds. Something was wrong. Maybe she needed hers, too.

“Trudeau is on a mission, Cap—so don’t blame me,” Woods said, guzzling beer. “Ask her why this had to be done tonight.”

“Speaking of mission, I’ve gotten our orders.”

Everyone looked to Rod.

“Woods, Fisher, and I will be shipping out to Nicaragua in two days. Gonzalez, Johnson, and Sherwin will also be a part of the team. Trudeau isn’t on this deploy. Specifics about our assignment will be handed down when we report to base tomorrow at six hundred hours.”

“It’s going to be a full moon in two days,” Sasha said, surprised. They’d always monitored them, had them hooked up to machines, testing them during a full moon. And after the tests were the hard training missions, but never too far from a base in an isolated environment. Worse yet, the team was being split up—she wasn’t being given orders to move out with them. Scrambling for words, she tried to keep anxiety out of her tone. “So now they’re sending us in different directions on a full moon? What gives?”

“It will be the first of many,” Rod said. “I guess they finally think we can handle it.” His tone sounded a little bitter. Rod had never been too cool about having his leash yanked whenever the brass felt it was necessary. “Besides,” he told Sasha with a slight smile, “you can handle it, right?”

You’re pathetic, she told herself when her face heated.

To distract herself, Sasha put her hands on her hips and replied, keeping her tone cocky to disguise her concerns. “Well, then you’d better get to work because there’s no way I’m coming back from my mission to this mess.”

Rod gave her another sexy smile and saluted. “You heard the lady. Let’s do the damn thing, gentlemen.”

The guys got down on their hands and knees and started sorting parts again.

“Anybody else want another beer?” she called out, heading back toward the kitchen.

“Make it three,” Woods called out behind her.

“Roger that,” Fisher said, swearing as a small nut rolled under the couch.

“Goddamn it, Fisher!” Rod boomed. Everyone froze. “That’s why we can’t put this fucking thing together!”

Rod was on his feet in an instant. He’d leaped back from a crouched position to a full upright stand so quickly that Sasha gaped with the refrigerator door still wide open. No one spoke; all eyes were on Butler as rage consumed him. “If you keep throwing parts under furniture, then how the hell do you expect the parts to match what’s on the instruction sheets?”

Horrified, Sasha watched Rod flip her sofa over with a crashing bang to fetch the lost nut. Eerie silence filled the apartment; the blaring music was merely background noise that now seemed so very far away.

“Rod,” Sasha said as calmly as she could, easing closer to him. “When’s the last time you took your meds?” Her heart was slamming inside her chest. She wiped her moist palms on her back jeans pockets. Her sidearm was in the bedroom; her soul wasn’t prepared for war in her own home. Her mind shrieked a prayer: let the meds work.

“I don’t need to take my fucking meds; I need to put this goddamned wall unit together!” Rod shouted, high color now staining his ruddy cheeks.

“I have a supply in the fridge,” she said in a flat statement of fact, coming to Rod slowly as Woods and Fisher slowly backed away from him. “We all have to take our meds. We’ve all been infected. It’s policy.”

“Forget about the bet, dude,” Fisher said nervously. “It’s cool.”

“No, it’s not cool!” Rod shouted, now beginning to pace. Sweat had begun to form on his brow. “We made a bet, now let’s do the bullshit. Somebody open a fucking window, would ya? And to hell with a virus! I don’t need meds. I’m all right.”

Sasha swept up her goldfish bowl before Fred the fish became a casualty when Rod punched the wall near him. Two seconds too late and poor Fred would have been collateral damage.

“Open a window, Woods,” Sasha said quickly, instructing the paralyzed lieutenant. Her nerves were drawn so taut that she moved in jerky, robotic strides for a few seconds.

As Rod rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes, her muscles remembered how to move and they propelled her forward to race toward the kitchen where she set Fred’s bowl down on the counter hard, sloshing some of his water out of it. Trying to steady her hands, she retrieved a black medical case that had prefilled hypodermic needles in it. One eye was on the needle that she held up to the light and tapped to be sure no air bubbles were in it before she expressed some of the needle’s contents into the sink, the other eye was on Woods standing dangerously close to an open window and near a man in potential transformation crisis.

Rod’s olive T-shirt now had a dark V of perspiration, making it cling to the hard ridge of his back, and he held on to either side of the window frame, breathing in deeply, his eyes closed, his face bathed by moonlight.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Rod said after a moment. “You know how I hate for anything to beat me—so I owe you fifty bucks.”

“Like I said, it’s cool, dude,” Fisher replied quietly, his eyes pained. His expression told them that he knew the last thing Rod was talking about was allowing the Ikea furniture challenge to beat him. It was the thing that they all secretly carried in their veins. The thing that bound them as a small family and made them The Wolf Pack—the virus they shared.

Sasha went to their commanding officer, their brother, the one they all looked up to, and allowed her fingers to play against Rod’s elbow, warning him before she swabbed the inside of his arm with a cold, alcohol-soaked cotton ball and then quickly stabbed him with the needle. In his frame of mind he could flip into a rage, but instead he stared at her with a mixture of shame, personally directed anger, futility, and that thing they didn’t speak of. She knew it had to be the moon; there was no other explanation that her mind would accept right now.

“It’s never been this bad before,” he admitted quietly. “Sorry about the couch . . . and the wall.”

She looked down at his arm and covered the tip of the needle with cotton before extracting it, and then made him bend his arm. “It’s all right. No harm, no foul.”

The look again . . . It hung between them like a heavy, thick blanket.

“Moratorium on beer for one hour,” Woods said, trying to find a better place to set the blame. No one wanted to talk about the virus or their own human mortality. “We’ll master this, not to worry, Trudeau. Hey, how many werewolves does it take to screw in a wall-unit shelf anyway?”

“The moon fucks me up lately . . . even when it’s just waxing toward full,” Rod said, shame singeing his voice as he stalked away from her toward the abandoned furniture.

Only then, once Rod Butler was farther away from her, could she breathe.

Copyright © 2008 by Leslie Esdaile Banks. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted July 19, 2010

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    Not the best but a good read

    Ah, another supernatural series. Seems all the rage these days. This was good enough for a light read. Sometimes I felt this book got a little condensed in the detailing. It seemed that the writer wasn't detailed enough in some place, leaving me reading sections over to try to understand what was being described. I liked the characters well enough to order the second book. So we'll see how it goes...

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 7, 2009

    OMG! This is Soooo Good!

    This book is sooo good...I could not put this book down. L.A. Banks, Rocks in this series!

    The book is well written, with a great plot! You have were-wolves, shadow wolves and vampires. You got a GI Jane (Sasha) who is no whimp, and a counter part (Max) that can hold his own and then some. Yep, this is a great read and I am so happy I found it. Yes, this writer just got better!!!

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  • Posted January 15, 2009

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    Bad Blood

    First off, I just love how L.A. Banks mixes different cultures and backgrounds. It makes for a more intriguing story and it¿s something different from the usual werewolf story. I really enjoyed this book. There were some slow parts and a bit too much ¿feeling¿ in some parts. I didn¿t have a hard time swooshing through those sections though. However, L.A. did a good job of capturing the intensity and passion. Sasha Trudeau is a Special Ops Agent for the US Government. She and her team work unseen to try and stop the sale of demonic tainted werewolf blood on the black market. Little does she know that some of her teammates were purposely exposed to the contaminated blood for test purposes, by the government. Everything Sasha thought she new about herself, her teammates, her commanders and her heart are about to change. Time has run out for her team leader Rod. His exposure to the tainted blood has reached its peak. The demonic influence causes him to become exactly what he¿s been chasing for years. Sasha is put between a rock and hard place in order to stop him. There are a few good things that do happen to Sasha. She meets her mate, although she is squeamish to make a commitment. She finds out more about her origins and her family. I recommend this book and I am looking forward to book two.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2013

    Could be great....but.

    This book has all of the parts that make up a fun and entertaining read, however the way it is written leaves you backtraking and re-reading because of the dialog switch. One sentance your reading from Sasha's point of view and the next your in Max's head. There is no paragraph break or any indication of the transition being made. The story also lacks a smooth pace going from one scean to a completely diferent one with very little development; it reads like a second or even first draft missing important indicators. I think this book could be great but its just to all over the place to make the read enjoyable.

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  • Posted February 9, 2009

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    Great Read

    The author gives a new spin to the supernatural thriller genre. I enjoyed her other series a great deal and knew this new series would be very entertaining. Looking forward to the third installment of the Crimson Moon Series!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 17, 2008

    Pretty cool!

    I like the action pack scenes and the romance is good fast but not too raunchy!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2008

    Seemed compressed

    Was a really nice story line but, i felt as though I was missing pieces and background info. I did not like the way it ended, also it felt as though the author didnt know how to conclude the book so it was rushed. I will read the next in the serious but hopefully more time will be taken to properly finish things .

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2008

    L.A. Banks serving up werewolves in Bad Blood!

    Sasha Trudeau is a Special Ops soldier. She and her elite team of soldiers are highly trained and unique to their unit because they are sole survivors of past werewolf attacks. While on a solo mission Sasha receives important Intel relevant to their war on infected werewolves. Upon her return home and subsequent interview with her commanding officer, Sasha discovers that her team members haven¿t reported in from their mission and are MIA. Max Hunter is a shadow clan wolf who is also tracking infected werewolves for another undercover group. While hunting an infected wolf Max meets soldier Trudeau under very intense circumstances. Max finds Sasha both feisty and attractive, its love at first sight. Now Max and Sasha along with other select members from both sides must work together to end this senseless war on their kind. Government political plots, conspiracy, double deals, betrayal murder and mayhem, are only the beginning to Crimson Moon Series. Crimson Moon is a fast-paced, action packed series, with so many new plot twists and turns you will need to buckle up for the ride. L.A. Banks hits us with another awesome paranormal series. Banks introduces her fans to a new group of kick butt soldiers, in a new style battle of good vs. evil.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2015


    As much as I wanted to enjoy this book I just didn't. It was hard to follow and in some places it didntmake sense. Sorry

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013


    I loved this series! I highly recommend this to anyone who loves a good read.

    R.I.P. LA Banks. She was truly a gifted writer!

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

    so annoying!

    Not only were there several typing and grammer errors. The autor makes the reader jump to too many conclusions. One minute your worried about the hostages and then without any explination the main characters have saved them in a blazy story wrap-up. My 9yr old writes better story lines!

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 15, 2008

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    Bad Blood is an awesome tale. Weaved from campfire ghost stories & present day events like cell manipulation & gov't black ops, this book is a brilliant read & a great new series to replace the VHLS, which is nearing an end. LA is the best writer in this genre in my opinion. She has a poetic, lyrical style that makes reading her books like watching a movie. The characters are well developed & even the seeming most insignificant character has depth & sometimes turns up in unexpected ways in the story. Kudos for another super fantastic series. The CMS rocks!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2008

    Please bite me again

    Is what you will be chanting after resding this book. L A Banks has done a great job of this book. If you loved this book, go out and get Vegas bites as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2008

    If you think L.A. Banks Vampire Hunter Legend Series (VHLS) is hot¿..Bad Blood is smokin¿!

    Continuing to prove that she is a force to be reckoned with in the paranormal genre, L.A. Banks is the MOST talented writer of the 21st century! In her latest series, Crimson Moon, she has found (yet again) the perfect combination of intrigue, suspense, a great plot, a little sex, a lot of romance and great writing. Her latest series centers around werewolves, and trust me, what she does with vampires, she does even better with these newly evolved shapeshifters! Sasha Tradeau, a Special Ops soldier is mourning the disappearance of her pact, who was sent to another country to stop 'evil' from spreading. With the turn of her pact leader, Rod, Sasha sets out to find out who wants her unit dead and what she 'really is'. Here enters the very sexy, Alpha Male of the Shadow Wolves, Max Hunter who believes that he is the future lover, protector and life mate to Sasha (although she is resistant to the whole lifemate concept). It also it seems that Hunter and Sasha are connected in ways neither of them could imagine. While the two of them dance around (he accepts it, she resists it) their attraction to each other, they attempt to unravel the secrets of the 'highly evolved werewolves' (superhuman/werewolf hybrid soldiers) and who is behind their creation. And although there are several novels about werewolves out there, none compare to this rollercoaster ride of suspense. L.A. Banks has created the perfect story and weaves a tale of double dealing vampires, government experiments gone wrong, cover-ups, mystics, murders, shaman and some general bad guys. And the fight scenes aren't bad either! This was perhaps one of my favorite novels this year. It was a FABULOUS (I can't say that enough) read and I simply can't wait to read the next one!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    a spine tingling supernatural thriller

    Most humans remain ignorant to the fact that the Columbia Disaster twenty-five years ago was caused by supernaturals turning against each other. The US military said the drug cartels went crazy and that was why blood ran down the streets like an overflowing river. Sasha Trudeau is part of a Black-Ops organization that consists of people with the werewolf virus in their system, but none has Turned due to the meds they take. Their mission is to prevent werewolves being captured by other nations besides America because werewolf and human DNA merge into a super soldier.----------- On an operation in Korea, the werewolf Shogun tells Sasha that the dangerous lycans are demon infested while the rest of the species is harmless and in control of the change. Sasha is unaware that her superiors already know that and are trying to breed a super soldier. When the Alpha in her group Turns, Sasha kills him later she meets Max Hunter, a shadow wolf who is a different species. He insists she is part of his clan and they cannot be infested by demon blood. Both feel the attraction between them and a relationship develops, but she must fight the military who are committing atrocities against humanity and needs the help of her lover if she hopes to succeed.-------------- Book one of the Crimson Moon novels, BAD BLOOD is a fantastic urban fantasy filled with action, intrigue, betrayal, double dealing and plenty of mano a fema as well as romance. The compelling story line uses the concept of the forces of good and evil vying for supremacy with the malevolent side cleverly disguising their activity as altruistic. The protagonists struggle to survive as there are traitors within the were, human, and shadow communities. L.A. Banks provides a spine tingling supernatural thriller that shows why her fans always clamor for more.---------- Harriet Klausner

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