Matters of the Blood (Blood Lines Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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If you thought your family was strange...

Try being Keira Kelly. A member of a powerful paranormal family, Keira elected to stay among humans in the Texas Hill Country when the rest of the clan moved (lock, stock, and grimoire) to Canada. But family duty means still having to keep an eye on cousin Marty -- a genetic aberration who turned out 100% human, poor guy. And recently Keira's been having violent ...
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Overview


If you thought your family was strange...

Try being Keira Kelly. A member of a powerful paranormal family, Keira elected to stay among humans in the Texas Hill Country when the rest of the clan moved (lock, stock, and grimoire) to Canada. But family duty means still having to keep an eye on cousin Marty -- a genetic aberration who turned out 100% human, poor guy. And recently Keira's been having violent dreams -- or are they visions? -- featuring Marty as the victim of a vicious murder. Something sinister seems to be brewing in little Rio Seco. Can Keira get to the bottom of it all while avoiding entanglement with her former lover, Sheriff Carlton Larson? And what does she plan to do about the irresistible and enigmatic Adam Walker? When this old friend shows up as the new owner of a local ranc and wants to get better acquainted, Keira is more than happy to be welcoming...until she suspects that Adam could be intimately connected to the dangerous doings in Rio Seco.
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"Full of more interesting surprises than a candy store."
New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris

"Maria Lima weaves a brilliant tale of supernatural power, revenge, and the excitement of newfound love." —Darque Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439175439
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 8/25/2009
  • Series: Blood Lines Series , #1
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 178,112
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Sometime before the Revolution, Maria Lima was born in Matanzas, Cuba, to a family of voracious readers and would-be writers. After her family emigrated to the United States, Maria discovered the magic of books. She started writing her own stories and has been at it ever since. Her writing turned corporate as she used her journalism degree and cranked out marketing copy, feature stories and book reviews. The fiction muse kept calling and in the spring of 2005, was finally fed as Maria's first published short story, "The Butler Didn't Do It" was published in Chesapeake Crimes I and garnered an Agatha Award nomination for Best Short Story. Maria spends most of her days working as a Senior Web Project Manager in the DC area. Her evenings and weekends are spent writing.
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CHAPTER ONE

I know the dead and the dead know me. Not a personal choice, mind you, just the result of being born into a family of necromancers. It's in our blood, so to speak. Not that I am one — not yet anyway. It's more that they needed someone to learn the family business. So instead of more practical training, I learned how to deal with death.

Two years ago, my entire life changed and I ended up more or less back where I'd started — the heart of Texas Hill Country in a small town called Rio Seco — babysitting a whiny forty-year-old mortician cousin whose idea of fun was to call me at the ass crack of what-the-hell-time-is-it, a couple of hours past my usual dawnish bedtime, and beg for money. Okay, I had it and he didn't, but all I wanted from him was a little respect — you know, the stuff Aretha sang about. My cousin had plenty of respect for his clients (actually, for their families who were paying for his services) but not for me. Marty Nelson would always bitch to me about his dead-end (pun intended) job, his life (mostly useless) and his lack of funds (eternal).

Enduring two years of boredom, near-solitude, and conversations with a man with whom I had less in common than a family pet wasn't what I'd imagined. Okay, so I had made this choice. What can I say? At the time, it sounded easy. I hadn't bothered to consider the consequences, imagine the future and recognize how unspeakably bored I would become. Marty certainly didn't make it any easier.

Then things started changing. Over the past couple of weeks, I'd been blessed with my own personal nightmare freak show. Lifelike dreams, crashing into my REM cycle with an overwhelming assault of vivid Technicolor, surround sound and Smell-o-vision. I spent years as Death's assistant and now those years were coming back to haunt me...not with guilt or accusation, but in nightmares full of pain, fear, violence and a hell of a lot of blood.

That was the part I kept wondering about. Clan deaths were rarely violent, at least in the last century or so. Nowadays, when our folk died, it was by choice, not by chance. I wasn't sure where all this was coming from, maybe it was just my own sick psyche dealing with the so-called facts of my life.

This last one was the worst so far. Even the bright mid-afternoon sun couldn't chase it away. I still tasted blood, tasted death. The rich flavor of life bleeding into lifelessness hovered at the back of my throat, covering my tongue with that morning-after-the-night-before fuzzy coating that makes you run to the nearest toothbrush and giant bottle of Scope.

I could still remember every last bloody minute of it.

I ran. Faster than I could ever remember running, my feet passing smoothly over rough terrain, my body automatically turning, avoiding rocks, cacti, and stumps of dead mesquite dangerously spearing the still night air. As the pale light of the nearly full moon blazed my path, my night vision adjusted automatically.

I could smell them in front of me. Hot fear-scent mixed with the exhilaration of the chase. This was what I wanted, what I needed.

Two hunters ran in front of me, staying in the shadows so I couldn't see who they were. No matter; after they fed, then I would.

I lunged forward, impatient now to reach my —

The smell slammed into my nose as I heard their prey fall, one body, then another. My gut roiled in agony, anticipation.

Blood. Lots of it. Where were they?

Fog clouded my vision. My senses shut down as the blood spoor became my only focus. I broke through the bushes, branches scratching my face, my arms, my body, pain receding into the background. There they were — ahead, in a clearing just by the lake, next to the homey picnic benches scattered throughout the small area.

Two of them, torn and bleeding. The rich scent teased me, luring me over. I looked around. The hunters were gone. Long gone. No one was there but the dead...and me.

I stepped closer. Two deer, small, defenseless, spotted bodies too small to escape the things that chased them. I reached down, my hand operating independently of my conscious brain, my body taking over, knowing it needed —

I screamed as I realized that the bloody corpse nearest me wasn't a deer after all.

It was my cousin, Marty.

Something buzzed at my hip and my hands jerked the wheel. The Land Rover's right front tire slid off the road onto the gravel shoulder, kicking up dust. I recovered, steering back on to the road.

Holy crap. I really had to stop thinking about this, especially while I was driving. Maybe I should try to adjust my sleep cycle and sleep at night, like normal people. Yeah, right. Normal. Ignore the obvious.

The buzz-tickle came again — damned cell phone. Would I ever get used to this thing? I fumbled it out of my pocket while steering one-handed, and answered. "Hello?"

"Keira?"

"Hi, Marty." Great. I should have looked at the caller ID before answering. Who else would call at three p.m. — early for me — but my charge, my responsibility, the reason for my dissatisfaction and the frequent star of many of my recent nightmares? Of course, the dreams of his death might just be the product of my jumbled mind sorting out not-so-cousinly feelings. Could just be a bit of scary wishful thinking. After all, two years was twenty-four months too long to be riding herd over a man only three years my senior, especially one as annoying as my cousin. After this last set of dreams, though, I was considering changing my analysis. These nightmares weren't fodder for a shrink's couch. They'd send any would-be Freud screaming.

"Are you busy?"

Busy trying to not freak out, but otherwise, not really. Can't say "busy" describes my life these days.

I pulled over to the side of the road so I could concentrate on talking to him. I didn't like to talk while driving the narrow, winding back roads.

"Not exactly. What's up?"

He paused, as if my question was too hard to answer.

"Keira, I'm sorry, I know you hate to be called early, but...uhm...I sort of need...I've got..." A sigh and another pause followed.

An armadillo waddled across the asphalt, its leaden progress hypersonic compared to the conversation I didn't actually seem to be having. The silence stretched. I could hear Marty breathing, but no words.

I finally spoke, unwilling to sit watching armadillos avoid becoming road decor any longer.

"Marty, what the hell do you want? I can't do anything if you won't talk to me."

Closing my eyes, I leaned back in my seat, holding on to my temper. I could feel it rising, an almost automatic response. Deep breaths, Keira. Slow, calming breaths. It didn't pay to get angry with Marty. He never really noticed.

No doubt his skinny, balding self was now sitting behind his previously owned pressboard desk, the very picture of a respectable mortician in a baggy Men's Wearhouse three-piece suit while I sat here like an idiot in my vintage Land Rover Defender waiting for him to tell me something that mattered. It never mattered to me — only to Marty and his overbearing sense of self-importance. The fact I'd been "assigned" to him couldn't help his misguided illusions of grandeur.

"I think I'm in trouble," he finally whispered. Marty's voice sounded hesitant.

"How much is it this time? Another security door? The latest and greatest embalming machine or whatever?" At the beginning of this particular month, he'd needed to pay his property taxes. The week before that he didn't have enough to cover an overdue invoice. Two days before that...well, it was always the same thing. Just a couple of weeks ago, I'd paid for a state-of-the-art security door after another phone call, during which he whined for the better part of a half hour and then gloated over his nifty new toy, an electronic door controlled by a security touchpad. Expensive high-tech protection. Just what a small town mortuary run by one guy and a part-time receptionist needed. As always, it had been easier to write the check and pay the invoice. If money could buy a little peace and quiet, then so be it.

"No, it's not — Keira, I...can't...Shit. I need you to come over." He sounded exasperated, a change from his usual pity-poor-me-I-need-money whine.

"Excuse me? Come over? Now, before I eat breakfast?"

"I really need you to come over here, Keira."

"Why — the door break down?" I couldn't help it. I'd not only paid way too much money for the thing, I'd also had to pay for the special technician to come in from Austin and re-install the door after Marty's local bargain guy messed it up.

"Look, I really need to talk to you. It's important. But I can't talk right now, and not on the phone."

The last words were more breaths than actual words, as if he were trying not to let someone overhear. Who, I had no idea, since the receptionist was older than God and almost as deaf as Marty's clients. She was unlikely to be there at this hour anyway.

Damn it, if I avoided him now, he'd keep badgering me with phone calls and voice messages until I gave in anyway. But I gave it one more shot.

"Marty, can I call you later, after I get some food in me? I just got up."

"Yeah, I guess," he said, reluctantly. "But don't call, just come by when you're done eating. I have to see you in person, Keira." He hesitated, then continued. "This is family important...blood important. Please."

Bloody freaking hell. I hated this already and I didn't even know what it was about. I'd let the words sway me, but I knew his tendency to exaggerate. Last time he'd sworn it was a family thing he'd been scared he'd gotten his then-girlfriend pregnant. He wanted money for an abortion. She wanted the baby and a husband — turned out to be a false alarm. A few weeks later, she moved to Dallas with a new guy. Marty kept the money and bought a new suit. That was eight months ago. I told him then that if he ever invoked the family again when it was a personal problem, I'd call in said family. Why did I think he'd listened?

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Marty. Don't get your tighties in a wad. Let me eat or I'll be more than useless."

I took a breath. If this was serious family business, he wouldn't want to wait.

After a short pause, he spoke again. "I'll wait. And, Keira..."

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

The odd flat silence finally penetrated as my brain processed the fact that Marty hung up. He'd said both "please" and "thanks" — two words that I'd rarely heard from him over the past two years. Hmm.

I tried to ignore the distant alarm bells clamoring in my head as I pulled back onto the road. Damn it. It really wasn't Marty's fault that for the past several weeks, I'd woken up either just before or just after dawn with shrieks still echoing in my ears. It also wasn't his fault that until this last one, most of the previous nightmares involved his screams, his blood...and that somehow, for some bizarre reason, I felt guilty about it.

Okay, maybe not so bizarre considering what was happening. To me, not Marty. I had no idea what he was going on about. After two weeks, I'd finally figured out at least part of what was going on with me. The nightmares were just a small part of it. The paranormal floodgates had most definitely opened, the psychic horses had gotten out and my personal Elvis had finally left the fucking building.

I should have known, especially after the past few visits from the nightmare fairy, but ignoring the signs was far too easy. Ignoring wasn't going to help now.

I saw it in the mirror this morning. It was most definitely there, slipsliding behind my eyes: a hint of darkness, of other.

It really wasn't all that noticeable. I don't suppose it wouldn't stop any presses or even a casual passerby. At first glance, I looked normal, human. But I'd always known better. I was Changing — twenty years too early and with no one to guide me — coming into my full powers as a family member. Well, I always was GDI (god-damned independent) and (according to my instructors) advanced for my age group. Guess I'd have to live up to that reputation now.

Meet Keira Kelly: not-such-a-child prodigy. Height: Five feet, ten inches. Eyes: Gray. Hair: Black. Likes: Old movies, good books and great wine. Trained as: "Escort," temporarily on leave. Talents: Clairvoyance, farseeing, necromancy — a lovely smorgasbord of supernatural powers and things that go bump in the night.

I left off shapeshifting, since it would be overkill to state the obvious. Copyright © 2006, 2007 by Maria Lima

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

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    All in all this was a great book. Its different, but in a good way. Got confusing at times, but managed to keep up. The storyline is amazing and has alot of twists that keep the pages turning. Id recommend it.

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  • Posted May 19, 2011

    Good but

    Not sure I'll read more of it. Can't say why exactly either yet because I cared enough to finish

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  • Posted February 13, 2010

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    This Series was great

    Once I picked up this series, I couldn't stop reading. When I finished reading the last book I was sad because it finished. It is exciting, Romantic and suspense. Once you start you will get addicted to Keira Kelly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2010

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    Lots of telling but no showing, disappointing

    After reading the glowing reviews I had high hopes for this one but it is a real struggle to get through to the end. At first our heroine talks a good game about how 'she knows the dead and the dead know her', but you quickly find out that there is much telling rather than showing going on here, what a shame. She'll tell you she spent years as 'death's assistant' and how she is a 'predator' but by the time we catch up with her in this book she's not nearly so cool, again more telling rather than showing. I don't think the author can quite make up her mind what she wants her heroine to be and I'm not sure I even understand exactly what she is supposed to be. She'll say she doesn't know how to feel 'human' emotions and yet she spends the entire book doing exactly that - how about guilt, sadness, caring, anxiety, fear, lust, etc. Are those not human emotions?

    The dialog is sometimes so simplistic that I feel as if I'm reading a YA novel, the conversation can shift abruptly and does not flow evenly. It was nice to come across a heroine in her thirties but as Kiera refers to herself as 'GDI' which is explained in parentheses as (God-Damned Independent)and uses phrases like 'bucko' and abso-freakin-lutely, it's hard to take her seriously. One other niggle - the fact that she refers to herself as a necromancer, has a couple of stare down contests with some local toughies and then uses phrases like 'bully for him', I wonder if the author has read one too many Anita Blake book and has let this influence her heroine because this is all vintage Anita and Anita does it better.

    I gave the two stars because I thought her visions we very compelling, would have been nice if the rest of the book were written in that way. I also enjoyed the character of Adam and many of their interactions.

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  • Posted December 22, 2008

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    Take the time to read this one....

    I picked this book up by chance & I saw Charlaine Harris did a blurd on this so I gave it a shot and MAN - O - MAN!!! This book really sucked me in! I could not get my house work done!!! This book was well written & just a heck of alot of fun! I am running out on my lunch to get the second book & really hope there are more!!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Fantastic

    Few know the dead like Keira Kelly does the dead know Keira Kelly perhaps better than the living. Keira is part of a clan of paranormal people although she prefers to live outside amongst the normals. Currently she lives in Rio Seco, Texas if one can call residing there as living. She watches over her cousin Marty Nelson, who not only failed to inherit the family gift making him a pathetic purebred human outcast, but works as he puts it -in a dead-end job as a mortician.---------------- As Keira begins to learn what her powers are, someone is beheading and draining the blood of animals at The Wild Moon resort. Keira believes the culprit is inhuman. However, though she does some tremulous investigation, she is not committed until Marty is murdered with all his blood emptied from his corpse. As her former boyfriend Sheriff Carlton Larson investigates and makes it clear he wants her back, Keira visits Wild Moon only to find Adam Walker, someone she once desired, owns the place. Keira wonders could he have killed Marty because the mortician was learning the truth about the new resort not filled with many guests.----------- The cast makes this horror mystery into a one sitting read as fans will anticipate every chilling bump that sends the heroine into frighten mode. The story line is fast-paced with no one quite like they initially seem as most of the townsfolk are not purebred human. Readers will appreciate this superb paranormal whodunit with a touch of romance with plenty of interwoven subplots that will elate fans of various sub-genres, but the center holding this superb tale together is the likable Keira who makes the abnormal seem so normal.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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