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The first book in a thrilling, addictive new series by a talented new voice in dark fantasy. Welcome to Nocturne City, where werewolves, black magicians, and witches prowl the streets at night… Among them is Luna Wilder, a tough-as-nails police officer whose job is to keep the peace. As an Insoli werewolf, Luna travels without a pack and must rely on instinct alone. And she’s just been assigned to find the ruthless killer behind a string of ritualistic murders—a ...
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The first book in a thrilling, addictive new series by a talented new voice in dark fantasy. Welcome to Nocturne City, where werewolves, black magicians, and witches prowl the streets at night… Among them is Luna Wilder, a tough-as-nails police officer whose job is to keep the peace. As an Insoli werewolf, Luna travels without a pack and must rely on instinct alone. And she’s just been assigned to find the ruthless killer behind a string of ritualistic murders—a killer with ties to an escaped demon found only in legend…until now.

But when she investigates prime suspect Dmitri Sandovsky, she can’t resist his wolfish charms. Pack leader of a dangerous clan of Redbacks, Dimitri sends her animal instincts into overdrive and threatens her fiercely-guarded independence. But Luna and Dimiri will need to rely on each other as they’re plunged into an ancient demon underworld and pitted against an expert black magician with the power to enslave them for eternity…



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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Dark and cutting edge" —Romantic Times

“I loved the mystery and the smart, gutsy heroine.—Karen Chance, New York Times bestselling author of Claimed by Shadow

“Don’t go to bed with this book—it will keep you up all night. It’s that good.”—Lilith Saintcrow, national bestselling author of Working for the Devil

“Luna is tough, smart, and fierce, hiding a conflicted and insecure nature behind her drive for justice and independence, without falling into cliché. It's also just a lot of fun to read.” —Kat Richardson

“Fast-paced, sexy and witty with many more interesting characters than I have time to mention. I'm looking forward to reading more stories in the exciting Nocturne City series.” —Fresh Fiction

“Wow, I am still thinking about this book. The last time I reacted to a book this way, it was the first Mercy Thompson book by Patricia Briggs. If you are looking for a book that seamlessly blends a police procedural with a paranormal, go out and get this book” —Night Owl Reviews

“A tense, gritty urban fantasy that grips the audience from the onset.” —The Mystery Gazette

“Night Life dives right into the action, and carried me along for the ride…If the following books are written with the same care and interest as Night Life, they will be a welcome addition to this fantasy genre.” —Arm Chair Interviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429965248
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/4/2008
  • Series: Nocturne City Series , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 74,979
  • File size: 352 KB

Meet the Author


Caitlin Kittredge is the author of the Nocturne City and Black London series, as well as several short stories. She started writing novels at age 13, and after a few years writing screenplays, comic books and fan-fiction, she wrote Night Life, her debut novel. She is the proud owner of an English degree, two cats, a morbid imagination, a taste for black clothing, punk rock, and comic books. She’s lucky enough to write full time and watches far too many trashy horror movies. She lives in Olympia, Washington.
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Chapter 1
I smelled the girl’s blood and saw her body in a pool of neon light. Signs from a bar facing the alley painted the scene dreamlike, the pavement slick and bottomless and the body’s skin pink and hard.
I could smell her blood because I’m a werewolf.
I had gotten the call because she was dead.
A uniform stopped me with an upraised hand. “Ma’am?”
I drew my jacket aside and showed him the Nocturne City Police Department detective badge clipped to my waist. He squinted at it in the ineffectual light and then nodded. “Sorry, Detective . . . Wilder. Go ahead.”
He even lifted the tape for me. I rewarded him with a smile. “Call me Luna, Officer . . . ?”
“Thorpe, ma’am.” He smiled back, tired blue eyes lighting up. I tend to have that effect on men, even when it’s 3 am and I’m wearing raggedy blue jeans and a T-shirt stained with fingerprinting ink. Not my off-duty attire to be sure, but you try cleaning blood out of a silk halter.
Thorpe called after me, “Hope you didn’t eat dinner. She’s juicy!”
Fantastic.
I walked into the red light from the beer signs, moving between CSU techs and a photographer snapping a digital Nikon. I stopped, the pointy toe of one boot just shy of the body, and looked down at the girl. Her throat was opened in a wide gash, obscured by dried blood. What hadn’t been left inside her—and that wasn’t much—was coating the blacktop, giving oily life to the ground below her. Her left index finger was severed neatly at the knuckle, a raw red-white disk with the blood coagulated.
Someone spoke from below my line of vision. “Another night, another dead girl. Nice to have a routine, isn’t it?”
Bart Kronen, one of the city’s three medical examiners, crouched next to the body, his bald head as red as everything else. I mimicked his posture and bent over the girl’s corpse.
“Nice wouldn’t be my word for this.” Closer, the blood wasn’t the only smell rolling off the girl. A sharp, musky odor lay under it, and that only meant one thing. I slid a glance to Bart to see if he’d figured it out yet, but he was busy with a thermometer and a stopwatch.
“Killer took time to get a souvenir, so make sure you print her skin before the autopsy. Any idea what made that gash in her throat?” Other than the obvious, of course—the musky scent was the panic of a trapped were, panicked because she had wandered down the wrong street and been jumped by a rival pack.
Kronen chuckled, plump cheeks crinkling. “If this happened before the Hex Riots I’d say you’ve got an outlaw were that needs to be put down, but as it is . . .” He shrugged and began packing away small evidence bags filled with cotton swabs taken from the body. He didn’t pick up my instinctive flinch at the phrase put down.
Weres don’t kill people, and never did, except the few who can’t take the phase and go insane. Were attacks were the fuse that lit the bomb of the Hex Riots over Nocturne City in the 1960s. If you got the bite, you pretty much resigned yourself to living with the constant, twitchy fear that someone would discover your secret and take matters into their own hands. Witches and weres don’t enjoy many civil rights in this day and age. On paper, sure, but when a self-righteous plain human with an aluminum bat is after you, it’s another story.
“Detective.”
I put my attention back on Dr. Kronen. “Hmm?” Great, could I manage to seem like more of an airhead? Maybe if I showed up for work tomorrow in a pink sweater set.
Kronen gestured to the dead girl’s hands. “You may want to take a look. She’s got some nasty defensive wounds.”
I slipped on the proffered glove and took her right hand in mine. Her fingers dangled limply, flesh stripped off the tips, nails torn and broken. Good girl. You fought like hell. You scratched him and kicked him, and made it hard for him to hide what happened.
“I’m also guessing we’ll find evidence of sexual assault.”
“Why do you say that, Doc?”
He rolled his eyes at me and stood up, brushing nonexistent dirt from his khakis. “Cause of death appears to be peri- and postmortem mutilation, and coupled with the ritual of severing the left digit, I’m guessing this is a sex crime.”
“Isn’t mutilation usually a secondary trait in sex crimes?”
Kronen nodded. “Usually, but I can’t find another obvious cause. I’ll know more when I can screen her blood for drugs and cut her open to have a peek at her internals. Your skin may lie but your guts never do.”
“Kronen, your reverence for victims never fails to amaze me.”
“In this line of work, Detective, if we didn’t laugh we’d all be prey to the wolves of insanity before the night was out.”
Wolves again. What was it with this guy? Well, as long as he was harping on it I might as well put my talents to good use and see if I could find anything he’d missed.
I took a second look at the girl, inhaling deeply as I let my eyes focus in on her skin, her hair, the creases and crevices where trace evidence could hide. The telltale sting told me that my eyes were starting to turn from their normal gray to deep were gold, and I blinked fast to clear them.
Grease, urine, blood, garbage, and the smell of wet brick from the recent rain all mingled. It wasn’t what I’d ever describe as pleasant, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, either.
The girl herself looked about twenty, with porcelain skin and black hair, a lighter color showing at the roots. Leather skirt, black platform sandals, and a shocking lime-green halter top made out of stretchy material that showcased her chest. No bag, wallet, hidden money roll, or anything else that would help me ID her. And it wasn’t exactly like I could go knocking on her pack’s door for information. An Insoli like me would get a boot in the ass at best, a torn throat to match the dead girl’s at worst.
I walked with Kronen back to the ME’s van. “So, any theories?” he asked me, tossing his gear into the back.
“Based on the neighborhood and the outfit . . . pro. John gone bad. Always tragic, but it happens a lot around here.” Kronen was a good medical examiner and a decent guy, but he shared the human attitude that Were=Bad & Scary & Okay to Hurt. Best to feed him the party line for anonymous dead hookers.
Kronen got into the driver’s seat and shut the door. “Prostitute murder in a downtown alley? How rare. Shocking, in fact.”
“Absolutely shocking,” I agreed, glad that he let it go at sarcasm.
“I’ll page you when the autopsy is scheduled.”
“Thanks. Night.”
“Morning,” he corrected me. And it was, nearly four thirty.
I walked back through the tape and sat in my 1969 Ford Fairlane. Black, shiny, fast, and a hell of a lot better than an unmarked vehicle from the motor pool.
I was a liar. Even as I voiced my theory to Kronen, I knew it was a bad excuse. The torn throat, the fierce defensive wounds, and the missing finger joint all spoke to something far more violent than a business transaction gone sour or a were pack warning a pro off their turf. Lots of packs did street-level dealing and sent their mates out to work the streets, but run across one of those puritanical pack leaders and you were in deep crap. Usually the offending were got away with some nasty bruises and a humiliation bite. Killing just made it bad for all of us.
It could have been a human who killed her, a savage one, but I dismissed that as quickly as it popped into my head. Even without phasing, a were could fight off a human three times their size. We’re strong. Not Spider-Man strong, but we manage.
Attempts to rationalize failed, which meant I was right. She had been killed for a reason. A heightened five senses comes standard with being a were, but I firmly believe it gives you heightened instincts, too. Now I would use them to find out why the girl in the alley was dead.
I looked at the dashboard clock as I pulled away from the scene and turned onto Magnolia Boulevard, once the heart of downtown Nocturne City. If it was a heart now, it was one in dire need of a quadruple bypass and a pacemaker. Boarded-up storefronts glared at me like empty eye sockets, illuminated by broken streetlamps and holding enough shadows to hide a multitude of sins.
The clock read 4:42 am. With no means to ID the girl with until she was fingerprinted and x-rayed at the morgue, I had nothing to do for the rest of my shift except go back to the Twenty-fourth Precinct, file my report, and see if any progress had been made on my seven other open cases. That, I doubted. Working the midnight-to-eight shift in homicide does not lead to a high clearance rate, or a lack of bags under my eyes. Some nights I swore I should invest in the company that made my concealer and retire.
Magnolia intersected Highland and I made the right turn, crossing over into the old Victorian district. Highland Park was one of the few neighborhoods where the residents had been able to stop the city from widening the street and chopping down the hundred-year-old oak trees. It also housed the Twenty-fourth, tucked neatly into a skinny brick two-story that had once been a firehouse, back when fire trucks were horse-drawn and the Hex Riots weren’t even a puff of smoke on the horizon.
The grazing lot for horses had been transformed into a parking lot for cops, and I pulled my Fairlane into the only free space—if the tiny margin between two patrol cars deserved the title. As a detective, I had an assigned spot, but someone was already in it. The Fairlane scraped against concrete, and I winced. That didn’t sound like it could be repaired with a fine brush and a dab of Black Magick nail polish.
I got out and looked at the license plate of the car that had taken my hard-earned spot. The small rising-moon crest told me city vehicle, a black Lexus with tinted windows and no other identifying marks. What it was doing at the Twenty-fourth, in my parking space, was a mystery I wasn’t up to solving at the moment.
I satisfied my frustration with a kick to the Lexus’s bumper, and went into the precinct.
At some point in history, the department had decided that fluorescent lights were not only cheap but also flattering to the complexion, and installed them on practically every inch of ceiling. Other than that small addition, the fire brigade had their way. There was still a brass fireman’s pole in the corner of the squad room. Sometimes, at Christmas, we wrapped tinsel around it.
My single desk, tucked into a corner, held just enough space for my computer, a hanging file, and a picture of me, my cousin Sunny, and our grandmother from when Sunny and I were kids. Sunny and Grandma Rhoda were smiling. I was not.
I went for coffee before I settled in to type up the report on the dead girl. She’d be Jane Doe number three this year among my cases.
The squad room was deserted, but the desk clerk waved at me as I walked by.
“Long night, Wilder?”
“The longest, Rick.”
He clucked in sympathy.
“Heard you caught a mutilation homicide down on Magnolia.”
I’ve given up trying to figure out how the police gossip network disperses information. It could give you a headache.
“That’s right” is all I said.
“So, how’s Sunny doing?” he asked me, smiling shyly. Rick has been in love with my cousin ever since she moved here. Whether he’s figured out that she’s a witch or not, I don’t know.
“She’s fine. Teaching meditation over at Cedar Hill Community College. How’s your little one?” Rick’s wife had left him three years ago, leaving him saddled with a five-year-old son and a job that kept him working nights. As far as I could tell, though, he did okay. He was attractive, in that quiet dark-haired way, and stable as a cement pylon. He would be good for Sunny. But he was also a plain human, and I wasn’t going to encourage them.
“Great. He’s growing like a—”
A bang from the frosted-glass door down the hall opening interrupted us. Wilbur Roenberg, captain in charge of the Twenty-fourth, stepped out. Seeing him working at this very early hour made my gut clench. Roenberg and I didn’t get along even when I’d had a full night of sleep and wasn’t on the tail end of a bad shift.
“We’ll talk, Wilbur,” said a shortish man in a dark suit, with hair and eyes to match. He shut the captain’s door and took clipped steps down the hallway toward Rick and me. He carried a black briefcase, and his shoes were highly polished. I realized the dark suit was a tuxedo. He wore a red silk tie, the only hint of color on his monochrome frame.
Roenberg wiped his face with the back of his hand before disappearing down the hall toward the men’s room.
“You have a nice night, sir!” Rick called as the visitor passed. The guy turned and gave Rick an evil eye. I heard Rick gulp. Tuxedo kept staring, his hand on the door to the outside. His posture had the reptile quality of someone who knew how to fight, and probably fought dirty.
“Shouldn’t you be doing your job instead of flirting?” he finally asked, pure dark eyes flicking to me.
It was my turn to provide a hostile stare. Tuxedo didn’t flinch, but his full lips curled up slightly.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?” I asked, adjusting my loose tee so that my badge and my service weapon showed clearly.
After a long two ticks of the clock, he looked away. Point, Luna.
“The name is Lockhart. And I doubt very much that you can, Officer,” he said, before turning on his heel and striding out like he had a badger nipping at his ass.
“What a butthead,” muttered Rick, punching a few keys on his computer.
I walked over to the door and watched Tuxedo leave. I wasn’t surprised when I saw the black Lexus screech out of my space and speed away down Highland. A city bigwig named Lockhart. I’d remember the name. See if he got a warm welcome next time he needed someone to fix a parking ticket.
Walking back to my desk, I almost ran head-on into Captain Roenberg. He jumped aside, face flushed and stale coffee on his breath. “So sorry, Detective Wilder.”
“That’s fine, sir,” I told him. He wasn’t sorry. Roenberg was a throwback, and it was apparent every time he deigned to make eye contact that he was really seeing me in pumps and a frilly little apron. Fair’s fair. Every time I was unfortunate enough to see him, I wanted to plant a solid left in his smug little mouth.
“Yes . . . ,” he said absently, hurrying past me toward his office.
“Don’t get any cooties on you,” I muttered, glad I was going the other way. At least not all cops in the Twenty-fourth felt the same way as Roenberg. Most of them could deal with my being female. It was the were part I kept under my hat. Not that I wore a lot of hats. They make my head look like a dinosaur egg.
I decided to type up Jane Doe’s report and clock out early. Those other seven cases weren’t getting any colder.
Name? the computer prompted me. I typed Jane Doe. Age? Unknown. I filled in all the boxes for physical description and forwarded the file to Missing Persons for a cross-check. In three weeks, if I was lucky, they’d tell me they found nothing.
Cause of Death?
My fingers stopped. I saw the girl lying on the wet pavement, dried blood on her tattered throat. Wet blood under her, matting the long black hair. The tight clothes that left no room for any ID. Torn, bloody hands reaching out to fend off . . . what?
I blinked. The night had been too long and too full of death. Under the COD field I typed exsanguination and checked the box to indicate that the autopsy was still pending. The printer spit out a hard copy of the report, and I attached the appropriate forms and tucked it into my open-case file, which was really just a tattered accordion folder sitting on top of my desk.
Jane Doe: filed and processed and tucked away where she needed to be.
I got up, stretched, and slid into my scuffed motorcycle jacket. The telltale point in my lower back twinged. Definitely time to go home. I had made it to the squad room door when I heard a voice bellow, “And where does that sweet ass think it’s going?”
Turning brought me face-to-leering-face with David Bryson, a fellow detective—if fellow could be classified as the occasional lewd comment and a burning desire on my part to kick him. The only thing keeping me from phasing out on him was the hope that he’d be fired for sexual harassment and I’d get to watch.
“Hey, Wilder,” he panted. A younger Hispanic man was attached to Bryson’s arm via handcuffs. The kid had gang tats and a bloody gash on the side of his head. “Be a good girl and help me get this piece of crap to interrogation,” Bryson said, detaching himself from the kid and recuffing him.
“What the hell happened to his head?” The gangbanger smelled like sweat, cheap weed, and fear. Bryson gave off adrenaline and coppery, impotent rage.
He grinned at me. “Vato resisted. I showed him he couldn’t resist the hood of my car.”
I sucked in a breath. “That’s great, Bryson. Really great. What’s on the menu for the rest of the night? Toilet bowls and telephone books?”
“Aw, who’s he gonna tell? Dumbshit doesn’t even speak English.” He shoved the banger into a chair by his desk. “Am I right, Pedro?”
“Su madre aspira martillos en infierno,” Pedro muttered. I turned away quickly so Bryson wouldn’t catch my snort and grin. Red-faced, he didn’t even notice me.
Instead, he grabbed Pedro by the neck and slammed him face-first into the brick wall of the squad room.
Pedro moaned once before he slid down and curled into a ball on the linoleum at our feet. “You think that’s some funny shit, don’t you?” Bryson shouted, drawing back his foot for a kick.
I stepped over Pedro and put out my hand, palm up. “Enough, Bryson.”
He glared at me, foot still poised, big shoulders hunched. I’d spent enough time in my kickboxing dojo to handle an opponent bigger than myself, but Bryson was not only big, but also armed and a cop with training of his own. This standoff definitely called for sugar rather than round kicks.
“He had it coming,” Bryson snarled at me when he realized I wasn’t going to move.
“Leave it alone, or I’ll help this poor kid file a complaint against you right now,” I told Bryson. “And you can bet I’ll be calling Lieutenant McAllister at home to make sure he sees it.”
After another long second, Bryson stepped back and fixed his tie. Pedro got up and ran like hell.
Bryson heaved a dramatic sigh. “Shit, Wilder. You can be a class-A bitch sometimes.” His eyes traveled down to my chest, lower, and back up. “If you weren’t so cute I might pop you one.” He reached around and patted me on the bottom. “Thank that sweet ass.”
Bryson squealed as I grabbed his index finger and bent it backward, applying pressure on the knuckle and creating a vise that could snap bone with a few milligrams more pressure.
“David, I know that the time for this conversation is long overdue, and that’s my fault, because up until now I couldn’t believe that you could really be such a gigantic dickhead. But apparently you can, so listen up.”
“That’s my trigger finger you got!” he yelped.
“Then you shouldn’t have put it on my ass.” I pinched harder. “I couldn’t care less what you think of me. But for the record, I think you are a violent, incompetent psychopath who has no business being a police officer.” Somewhere between the dead girl and the Lockhart jerk from the city, my annoyance had boiled over into rage, and I was feeling it deep down in my gut. Bryson just happened to be the closest target. Not that he didn’t deserve it.
“Now that we understand each other, David . . .” I squeezed and relished the cry of real pain I elicited. “Take your opinion of me and stick it up your ass. If there’s room next to your head, of course.” I twisted his hand to the snapping point, realizing how easy it would be to hurt him. How easy it would be to lean in and feel his hot breath as I tore his throat. My hand clamped down and the joint let out a popping sound.
I let go, jumping a step back.
Bryson stared at me with wide eyes, holding his hand. Then he turned without a word and practically ran out of the squad room. The big baby.
As soon as he was gone, I bolted for my car.
Shit. It had never hit me so early before a full moon, and so hard. A full seven days still. I stroked the chain under my shirt and felt the cool kiss of the silver star pendant against my skin. The rage I’d felt in the squad room still demanded satisfaction, a hunt brought to a bloody close.
Weres are all instinct and nerves, loosely held together by the thin veil of humanity that covers us when the moon is new. When we get angry, control is a memory. You can hurt people, and probably will at least once. Wearing silver when you’re human is a good deterrent, or a little wolfsbane next to the skin if you don’t mind smelling like an old lady’s medicine cabinet. But when were rage really grips you, nothing on this earth can stop it.
I breathed in, out, and turned on the car, forcing my hands to stop shaking. Bryson was an idiot and a terrible cop, but what I had done was unforgivable. I had lost it. Something had awakened the were and I didn’t know what. That scared the hell out of me.
I kept my pentacle outside my shirt, touching it every few seconds with my free hand. It did little to calm me as I drove home while the sun came up. Copyright © 2008 by Caitlin Kittredge. All rights reserved.
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  • Posted September 28, 2009

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    Night Life Proves an above average foray into Urban Fantasy.

    This book has character. Romance, Violance, Magic, Attitude. Think Faith (from the Buffy the vampire slayer) meets Law and Order SVU. She's tough, opinionated, stubborn, and independent. It is the first novel in the Nocturne City series and has an average lead character Luna Wilder with potential. I believe The strongest point in the book are the characters surrounding Luna, and the mythology the author is developing.

    If you read Urban fantasy a detective with an affinity for the full moon is not uncommon. However, I really liked the werewolf mythology created in the book. It is a classic concept but there are intricicies that aren't commonly found. I was disapointed there wasn't more of a back story. Luna's affliction is skated over as well as her attempt to control it. Even though there is a lot information on her attempting to deal with it both physically and mentally there isn't a lot of explination defining it. Don't get me wrong, there are glimpses into the past but I fell the author assumes too much in the first novel. I do think this will be rectified in future novels.

    I found it an interesting read, but it was obivous the author was working into this character as well as the surrounding characters. I haven't completed the series, but I see a lot of build up. I see really good things possibly happening in next novels. This is great rainey day reading if you enjoy the genre.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2008

    not loving nocturne city

    The author attempts to weave a dangerous preternaturally-aware world into the fabric of the story. Although she describes Nocturne City well enough, it somehow falls short of the landscapes created by Ilona Andrews or Lilith Saintcrow. I fail to see how Luna, the heroine, can fall for the love interest, Dmitri Sandovsky, who is basically a pimp. The book is too cut and dry for my taste, but then I am being overly harsh after reading this right after Hamilton's Blood Noir.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    tense gritty police procedural urban fantasy

    Nocturne City Police Detective Luna Wilder, a werewolf, leads the investigation into the mutilated murder of a prostitute. Luna knows no one besides her cares about some lowlife Jane Doe hooker even though dark magic was involved. After learning the victim¿s name is Lilia, Luna finds clues leading to were-biker Dmitri Sandovsky as the killer. When a second murder occurs similar to the first with dark magic again, Luna is stunned to find the son of the District Attorney at the crime scene. He being an untouchable and she being a werewolf leads to her suspension. However, a forced leave of absence does not prevent Luna from investigating because she knows the killer is not finished as there is more to these homicides than meets the eye. At the same time alpha werewolf Dmitri is fuming as he knew both dead females and he plans to kill their predator. He and Luna team up trying to track down the culprit. --- NIGHT LIFE is a tense gritty police procedural urban fantasy that grips the audience from the onset by insuring the paranormal species seem genuine part of achieving this is an X-Man like prejudice that Luna receives from mortals. The investigation is entertaining as it provides the duality of chasing after a serial killer while also taking the reader on a tour of Nocturne City. Caitlin Kittredge provides a dark crime caper set in an urban center in which humans and supernaturals distrusting co-exist side by side. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    That awkward moment..

    ..when you realize you won't be finishing the book you paid $6.99 for because it's TERRIBLE.

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  • Posted August 29, 2011

    Do not waste your money

    All the negative reviews are right on target.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 10, 2011

    Was disapointed

    This author has quite a few books out so I had high hopes for this one...at least I did not waste any money on it. Wont be buying any in the future.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 7, 2010

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    Hardcore female love it!!!

    This book is a real good book at first it was a little slow but it picks up after a couple of chapters. The reviews on the book helped me continue when I wanted to put to the side and start another book. At the end I am over thrilled that I did continue. READ THIS BOOK thats all I can say!

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  • Posted January 12, 2010

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    Howling Good Book

    This book is very interesting; as soon as you pick it up, you won't want to put it down. The minute you finish it, you'll be dying to buy the rest of the series; it's that juicy.
    The book is from the first person view of Luna Wilder, a cocky, independent homicide detective who's keeping one secret from her entire precinct: She's a werewolf. In Nocturne City, werewolf packs range all over, caster and blood witches perform in their homes, and black magic is thick in the air.
    There is profanity in this book, but I enjoy the thrill of knowing the author isn't afraid to put the words out there; it really brings the character more to life. A fair warning, there is a sex scene towards the end of the book, and it is quite graphic. Personally, I rather like those parts in books -my mind is not the cleanest- and I like how the author just puts the characters out there, and writes so descriptively.
    This is a very good book for teens and young adults who like werewolves and the thrill of the chase.

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  • Posted May 5, 2009

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    Why was this published?

    To sum: In general characters are themselves, but all main characters posess some redeeming virtue that allows readers to love them. That is not true in this book. The main character is unpleasant to be around in most every situation with very little rationalization or reasoning to support her behavior. The main love interest is a glorified pimp and drug dealer. Luna doesnt even manage to be a decent member of the force. Other than illogical character actions and a bizarre number of plot holes, there is nothing here worth discovering. Fans of fantasy/urban paranormal/supernatural mysteries or even a nice romance would be much better served by authors like Kelley Armstrong, Lilith Saintcrow, Ilona Andrews, Kim Harrison, early LKH, and Patricia Briggs. Pick something else.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2009

    Good Series Starter

    Luna Wilder is an Insoli, a werewolf without a pack. This is a rough place to be, no one to help explain what's going on, magic to make you more powerful, and the target of werepacks. If that was not enough to keep her on her toes, she is also a homicide detective. She starts out getting called into the murder of a prostitute that was a were. Soon, there are a couple other murders that turn up the son of a politician.

    Luna finds herself in a political fight where next thing she knows, she is on suspension, fired, and scum bag detective is taking her cases. But she doesn't let that stop her from finding the killer and why he is taking lives. The same thing has happened at least twice before and she is determined to stop it. With the help of her witch sister and a local packs alpha, she goes on the hunt.

    This is the first of the Nocturne City and you can tell that it is a little rough around the edges. But it is still a good story with potential. I do have to say it gets a little old that no matter what Luna does, she always seems to run face first into danger. But the fact that she doesn't really have anyone to trust or help her beyond her sister Sunny, it makes a little more sense. I recommend this book. It is a little rough, but still worth reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2008

    Bad editing...good potential

    The concept for this book is very promising. However, the execution leaves much to be desired. I loved the story - it was very entertaining. Unfortunately, there were several spelling errors 'mudering?' and the story did not always flow 'Luna wishes she had a gun and then on the next page she falls and loses the gun. Huh?'. If you can avoid being distracted by all the misspellings and continuity problems, you could actually enjoy the story. This is my first time reading this author. The story has enough promise that I may give her another try. Hopefully the next book in the series had a better editor.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2008

    So-so

    This book started out great, excitement, intrigue...then it went downhill. The heroine had a chip on her shoulder the entire book, the 'hero' was a flake who lamented the loss of his 'mate' 'yet pimped her out?!'. And I didn't find him very sexy at that 'wiry red head, ugh'. Sunny didn't do much for me either. It will have to be a slow week for me to read the next novel.

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  • Posted April 24, 2013

    Easily one of the worst books I've read. I truly have no idea ho

    Easily one of the worst books I've read. I truly have no idea how this woman managed to publish 1 book, let alone a dozen.

    The writing was disjointed. I don't think this book was ever looked over by an editor, there were so many inconsistencies, spelling errors, grammatical mistakes etc.

    The characters were so 1 dimensional and most of the time it was hard to tell what motivated their actions. The cousin is supposed to be this balanced, light witch, who was compassionate enough to leave with Luna when their grandmother kicked her out. Yet throughout the book she acts like a nasty, spoiled 15 year old.

    Dmitri is the leader a bike/werewolf gang. Who is not only homeless, but a drug dealer and pimp. Not a great main romantic interest. He's pretty much psychotic, flying off in a rage at the slightest provocation. Except (spoiler) when his entire pack is slaughtered, then he barely makes a peep. There's no scene of him howling his rage at losing his entire pack. He's just all "Oh, gee I wonder if my sister's still alive, La De Da." The sex scene in the book I also, frankly, found to be strange and off-putting.

    Luna was an ok character. Definitely the best of the bunch, but still underdeveloped. I feel there should have been more background. I found the story behind her becoming a werewolf to be very thin and not well thought out. I would imagine that in that world packs would have rules against biting random people who didn't want to become werewolves. Yet the guy who bit her just expected her to immediately join his pack? Why would you bite some random chick you were having a one night stand with, knowing you'd be stuck with her forever?

    I didn't like how she portrayed most of the supernatural community as squatters and bums. Especially how most wolf packs were homeless biker gangs, yet the werewolves were organized enough to have a council that rules over all the packs in the world. It just doesn't make sense.

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  • Posted May 19, 2011

    A must-read for urban fantasy/detective fans.

    Get the whole series-you won't want to interrupt your reading! Believable, likable characters, a strong female lead who isn't too perfect to be 'real', vivid detail without becoming verbose, all in a brisk plot that revvs to a breakneck pace at times. Hold on tight, its a great ride!

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  • Posted January 24, 2011

    You must check it out!!

    I really enjoy reading this book. I couldn't put it down. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes or love reading about werewolves or witches. I would read more books by this author if like or love author like her. I would recommend this book to a book club to read and have a book discussion on.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2009

    Good Read, nice twists. Will Continue.

    None.

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  • Posted March 14, 2009

    At the scene of the crime

    This book is filled with who did the crime & mixture of weres and two sides of witches thrown in a hot pursuit to find out who is friend or foe. For those who love to follow the investigation & catch the suspect with some paranormal drop in this is the book for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2008

    Slow at the start but becomes a great read

    This book was a little slow in the beginning, but after some chapters it picks up and turns out to be an awesome book, can't wait for the next one to come out. I am totally drawn into these books now. It should be made into a movie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2008

    Brazenly Exciting!

    I absolutely loved this book. It has a dark feel of it. Can't wait to see what happens next for Luna and Dmitri.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2008

    Good Start to a New Series

    Luna is a Werewolf and a Cop with a chip on her shoulder, she is hunting a serial killer that may be the work of a Demon. She also travels with out a pack. She has a suspect in Dmitri Sandovsky, pack leader of a clan of Redback Werewolves. She decides he isn't the killer and he helps her hunt the Demon/Serial Killer? There are Witches and Black Magicians that prowl the streets at night in Nocture City and perhaps in the sequel we will learn more about the world that Luna lives in. Luna also has a roommate, her cousin Sunny, a blood Witch, and a Scary Grandmother, another Blood Witch, and her Grandmother doesn't seem to be to fond of Luna. I enjoyed this book, but I wish more wolfing would have gone on, and I will read the next one in the series.

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