No Humans Involved (Women of the Otherworld Series #7)

( 257 )

Overview

Readers around the world have fallen for Kelley Armstrong's intoxicating, sensual, and wicked tales of the paranormal, in which demons, witches, werewolves, and vampires collide—often hilariously, sometimes violently—with everyday life. In Armstrong's first six novels, Elena, Paige, and Eve have had their way with us. Now get ready for Jaime Vegas, the luscious, lovelorn, and haunted necromancer.

Jaime, who knows a thing or two about showbiz, is on a television shoot in Los ...

See more details below
Available through our Marketplace sellers.
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (11) from $7.98   
  • New (6) from $7.98   
  • Used (5) from $17.99   
Close
Sort by
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Note: Marketplace items are not eligible for any BN.com coupons and promotions
$7.98
Seller since 2008

Feedback rating:

(4506)

Condition:

New — never opened or used in original packaging.

Like New — packaging may have been opened. A "Like New" item is suitable to give as a gift.

Very Good — may have minor signs of wear on packaging but item works perfectly and has no damage.

Good — item is in good condition but packaging may have signs of shelf wear/aging or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Acceptable — item is in working order but may show signs of wear such as scratches or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Used — An item that has been opened and may show signs of wear. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Refurbished — A used item that has been renewed or updated and verified to be in proper working condition. Not necessarily completed by the original manufacturer.

New
New Book. Shipped from UK within 4 to 14 business days. Established seller since 2000.

Ships from: Horcott Rd, Fairford, United Kingdom

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
$17.99
Seller since 2008

Feedback rating:

(17719)

Condition: New
Brand New, Perfect Condition, Please allow 4-14 business days for delivery. 100% Money Back Guarantee, Over 1,000,000 customers served.

Ships from: Westminster, MD

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
$18.99
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(0)

Condition: New
2011 Paperback Brand new book. Fast shipping form our UK warehouse in eco-friendly packaging. Fast, efficient and friendly customer service. Please note that this item is being ... sent from United Kingdom, allow 4-14 days for delivery. All the orders are shipped same or next working day. Fast and friendly customer service. *****PLEASE NOTE: This item is shipping from an authorized seller in Europe. In the event that a return is necessary, you will be able to return your item within the US. To learn more about our European sellers and policies see the BookQuest FAQ section***** Read more Show Less

Ships from: Hemel Hempstead, United Kingdom

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$19.90
Seller since 2010

Feedback rating:

(1)

Condition: New
04/08/2011 Softcover New Book In Stock, All orders dispatched same day from our UK warehouse, book cover may vary. Trusted Bucks Retailer, Est 2000. Remember to check our ... Alibris Store. Happy reading: ) *****PLEASE NOTE: This item is shipping from an authorized seller in Europe. In the event that a return is necessary, you will be able to return your item within the US. To learn more about our European sellers and policies see the BookQuest FAQ section***** Read more Show Less

Ships from: Milton Keynes, United Kingdom

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
$33.14
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(3)

Condition: New
London 2011 Mass-market paperback New. B-format paperback. 352 p. Otherworld. , 7. *****PLEASE NOTE: This item is shipping from an authorized seller in Europe. In the event ... that a return is necessary, you will be able to return your item within the US. To learn more about our European sellers and policies see the BookQuest FAQ section***** Read more Show Less

Ships from: Montrouge, France

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$50.00
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(187)

Condition: New
Brand new.

Ships from: acton, MA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Close
Sort by
No Humans Involved (Women of the Otherworld Series #7)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$7.99
BN.com price
This digital version does not exactly match the physical book displayed here.

Overview

Readers around the world have fallen for Kelley Armstrong's intoxicating, sensual, and wicked tales of the paranormal, in which demons, witches, werewolves, and vampires collide—often hilariously, sometimes violently—with everyday life. In Armstrong's first six novels, Elena, Paige, and Eve have had their way with us. Now get ready for Jaime Vegas, the luscious, lovelorn, and haunted necromancer.

Jaime, who knows a thing or two about showbiz, is on a television shoot in Los Angeles when weird things start to happen. As a woman whose special talent is raising the dead, her threshold for weirdness is pretty high: she's used to not only seeing dead people but hearing them speak to her in very emphatic terms. But for the first time in her life—as invisible hands brush her skin, unintelligible fragments of words are whispered into her ears, and beings move just at the corner of her eye—she knows what humans mean when they talk about being haunted.

Jaime is determined to get to the bottom of these manifestations, but as she sets out to solve the mystery she has no idea how scary her investigation will get or to what depths ordinary humans will sink in their attempts to gain supernatural powers. As she digs into the dark underside of Los Angeles, she'll need as much Otherworld help as she can get in order to survive, calling on her personal angel, Eve, and Hope, the well-meaning chaos demon. Jeremy, the alpha werewolf, is also by her side offering protection. And, Jaime hopes, maybe a little more than that.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble
The Barnes & Noble Review
Kelley Armstrong comes up with a wonderfully fresh take on mediums and the media in this fusion of paranormal romance and mystery set against the backdrop of a reality TV show.

Necromancer Jaime Vegas sees and hears the dead (it's a family trait). At age 44, she gets what may be her last big shot at fame when she is chosen as one of several mediums to appear on a new reality show. The stated goal for the pilot is to raise the ghost of Marilyn Monroe. Her fellow mediums don't raise up much of anything. Jaime, on the other hand, discovers the ghosts of many dead children and uncovers a sinister murder conspiracy. Naturally, she earns the jealousy of her costars in the process and disrupts the producer's timetable, even as she comes to terms with her own powers -- and her future. Jaime's boyfriend, Jeremy Denvers, introduced in Bitten, is along for some of the ride. This is Armstrong's first hardcover and seventh title in the Otherworld series, which should rightly earn her many more fans. Ginger Curwen
Publishers Weekly

In Armstrong's assured seventh Otherworld paranormal romance, her first in hardcover (after Broken), pretty Jaime Vegas, a 44-year-old necromancer who can reanimate the dead, faces her biggest career challenge yet—freeing the trapped ghosts of six murdered children. Thankfully, Jeremy Danvers, Jaime's hunky and very Alpha werewolf boyfriend, tags along for this hair-raising ride. Jaime, who has made a living onstage and off by her ghost-whispering skills, is in L.A. as one of three celebrity mediums participating in Death of Innocence, a TV special that hopes "to raise the ghost of Marilyn Monroe," but instead uncovers a serial-killing cult intent on man-made black magic. Seeking justice for the lost children and punishing the dark arts practitioners don't prevent Jaime and Jeremy from finding time for love. Armstrong deftly juggles such creatures as werewolves, witches, demons and ghosts with real-life issues. The only disappointment? Marilyn's ghost never shows. (May)

Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Library Journal

In Armstrong's (Bitten, Dime Store Magic) seventh installment in her series, narrator/heroine Jamie Vegas, a 43-year-old necromancer, is drawn into trying to help the trapped children's spirits she encounters while on a shoot for a new TV show. She is joined in her adventure by several characters from other Armstrong books, including love interest Jeremy, who is the alpha of the werewolf pack introduced in Bitten. Jamie's mature age adds complexity and depth to Armstrong's characterizations, and Jamie's relationship with Jeremy and her growing realization of her own changing goals in life are nicely developed. Although the book does contain some strong language and explicit sexual encounters as well as some dark, horrific scenes that could upset some readers, the nonstop action will keep readers enthralled to the last page. Sure to be equally as popular to Armstrong's many fans as her prior novels, this is a recommended purchase for public libraries.
—Jackie Cassada

From the Publisher
"Laural Merlington...reads with a sense of joy that makes the listener smile." —-AudioFile
Read More Show Less

Product Details

Meet the Author

Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong is the bestselling author of a growing series of novels and novellas in the Women of the Otherworld series, the first two of which are Bitten and Stolen.

Laural Merlington has recorded well over one hundred audiobooks, including works by Margaret Atwood and Alice Hoffman, and is the recipient of several AudioFile Earphones Awards. An Audie Award nominee, she has also directed over one hundred audiobooks.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Brendan struggled to stay awake. A tough battle–far tougher than it should have been under the circumstances.

They'd approached him behind a bank, its parking lot empty as evening turned to night. He'd been cutting through to the shelter, hoping it would still have meals. Hot meals would be too much to hope for at that hour, but he'd settle for free.

The bank had erected a fence between itself and the shelter to stem the flow of kids taking the shortcut from the bus stop. Brendan had been halfway up when the woman had hailed him. Fearing trouble, he'd only climbed faster, until she'd laid a hand on his calf and he'd turned to see not cops, but a middle-aged couple–well-dressed professional types.

They'd told him some story about losing their son to the streets and devoting their lives to helping other kids. Bullshit, of course. In real life, everyone wanted something. Despite their sincere smiles and concerned eyes, he'd decided that what they wanted was sex. And, as long as they were willing to pay for it, that was okay with him.

It wouldn't be the first trick he'd turned. He'd briefly teamed up with a kid from the shelter, until Ricky had found a better-looking partner. Brendan should have taken this as a sign. If he wasn't good-looking enough to be a whore in L.A. he sure as hell wasn't going to make it as a movie star. But it was too late to go home now. Too late to admit he didn't have what it took. Too hard to face everyone who'd told him so.

He did have talent. Won the top role in every school play. Got a job at the summer theater three years running. Did two TV commercials for local businesses. So, at sixteen, tired of his parents telling him to go to college first, he'd taken his savings and come to L.A.

Now the money was gone and he'd found no decent way to earn more, and if this couple wanted what he figured they wanted, that was fine by him. They had kind faces. Maybe in Hollywood that didn't count for shit, but where he'd come from it meant something.

They'd driven him to their home in Brentwood. He'd recognized the neighborhood from a "Star Tours" bus trip he'd taken when he first arrived. He'd sat in the back of their SUV, peering out the tinted windows into the night, watching the fabled neighborhood pass. They'd pulled into the garage of a modest-looking house, then led him inside. They'd offered food, but he'd claimed he wasn't hungry, despite his rumbling stomach. He might be naive, but he knew better than to accept food or drink.

When they'd taken him downstairs, through a TV room into a guest bedroom, he'd been certain this was where the situation would change. But they'd only turned on the lights, pointed out the adjoining washroom and said they'd see him in the morning. They hadn't even closed the door, but left it ajar, so he wouldn't feel locked in.

Now, as he fought the urge to sleep, footsteps sounded on the stairs. The woman's voice, sharp with an accent. Then the man's. Then another man's. And another . . .

Oh, shit.

Heart hammering, he tried to rouse himself. Why was he so tired? Goddamn it, he had to make a break for it, before he found himself in the middle of a gang bang or–

Outside, in the TV room, the woman offered refreshments. Two of the men asked for wine, the third accepted water. Then their voices settled into one place, as if they were sitting.

Wine and conversation as a prelude to sex games with a teenage boy?

Brendan strained to make out their words. They were talking about books. "Texts" as they called them, tossing around words like belief and ritual, debating the different translated meanings of Hebrew and Latin versions.

Latin. That's what the woman had been speaking earlier. As he'd been getting into their car, she had been saying something to the man in another language, and with her accent, Brendan had figured she was reverting to her mother tongue to relay a private message. The language, though, had sounded familiar. Now he knew why. As a Christmas and Easter Catholic, he'd heard enough Latin.

Now these people were discussing religious texts, and that couldn't be a coincidence. The couple had said they wanted to help, as penance for their mistakes with their son. Good Samaritans.

"–too old," one man was saying, his voice rising enough for Brendan to hear him easily. "All of our success has been with kids much younger, and I don't understand why we need to change that now."

"We aren't changing," another man said. "We're expanding and experimenting. There's a limited supply of younger children out there and it's difficult getting access to them. If we can adjust the procedure to work successfully with teens, we open the door to limitless possibilities."

"Don's right." The woman again. "One or two a year isn't enough, not for the scale we . . ."

Her voice dropped soothingly until, once again, Brendan could only catch the odd word.

He couldn't blame them for setting their sights on children. By his age, most street kids had no interest in "rescue." They were too immersed in the life to accept help. But he would. Drugs weren't a problem–he'd never been able to afford them. They could spout all the Bible verses they wanted and he'd smile and agree if it meant getting on a bus home. He could tell his parents he hadn't failed; he'd just had a religious experience and had changed his mind.

He closed his eyes and pictured himself walking up his drive, imagined his mother's face, his little sister's squeals, his father's expression–stern but relieved.

The conversation outside his door seemed to have turned to a heated debate on the nature of suffering. Yeah, he thought with a chuckle, definitely Catholic. From what he could make out, it sounded a hell of a lot like a conversation between two Goths he'd overheard last week.

Morbid. The word popped into his head and he turned it over in his mind. A cool word. Described Goths and some religious types alike–that fixation with death and suffering.

In the room beyond, a male voice had picked up volume again.

"–Romans used crucifixion not only because it was publicly humiliating, but for the degree of suffering inflicted. With the weight of the body pulling down, breathing becomes difficult, and the condemned could hang for days, slowly suffocating."

"True, but according to accounts of the witch trials, burning was the worst way to die. If you keep the person from dying from smoke inhalation, they can live a surprisingly long time, and suffer unimaginable pain."

Brendan shivered. Okay, that went beyond morbid. Maybe these weren't mainstream religious do-gooders, but some kind of fanatical sect. Like the Scientologists or something. Most religious people he knew were good folks, but there were wackos. As much as he wanted to go home, he wouldn't put up with any kind of sick shit. He should get up, go in there, maybe tell them he'd changed his mind. But he was so tired.

The voices had stopped. Good. He'd rest for a few more minutes, then sneak out–

The door opened. In walked the man and woman, followed by three others: a younger woman, a balding man and a white-haired one.

"Hello, Brendan," said the woman.

Brendan struggled to his feet. "I want to leave."

The woman nodded. Then she stepped forward, lifted her hand to her mouth and blew. A cloud of white dust flew into Brendan's face. He tried to cough, but only wheezed. She started speaking in Latin again and his knees gave way. The other two men rushed to grab him, each taking an arm, their grips gentle as they helped him to his feet.

The men lifted his arms around their shoulders. His eyelids flagged and closed. His feet dragged across the floor as they took him into a second, smaller room. The men exchanged words, then lowered him to the floor. A cold, hard floor.

He opened his eyes. There, from high above, a dog stared down at him. A terrier, like his sister's dog. But there was something wrong . . .

Legs. It didn't have any legs. Just a torso and a head perched on the edge of an overhang, watching him.

Hallucinating.

Drugged?

He should care–knew he should care–but he couldn't work up the energy. He squeezed his eyes shut and huddled there, too weak to even think. He heard them talking and he could tell they were speaking English, but deciphering the meaning of the words required too much energy, so he just listened to the sound and let it lull him.

Liquid splashed onto his back, seeping through his shirt. Cold and wet and stinking of something he should recognize. Then, as he was about to drift off, his wandering brain identified the smell.

Gasoline.

He snapped awake, panicked, telling his arms and legs to move, his mouth to scream, but nothing obeyed. He cracked open his eyes just enough to see the people filing from the room. The woman stopped in front of him and bent. Her smiling lips parted, saying something reassuring. Then she struck the match.

JAIME VEGAS, CENTER STAGE

One drawback to being onstage for most of your life is that eventually you forget how to act when you're off it. Not that it matters. In such a life, you're never really offstage. Even walking from your bedroom to the kitchen you can't lower your guard . . . at least not if you're on the set of one of the most anticipated TV specials of the season–one costarring you.

I'd started my career at the age of three, forced onto the toddler beauty pageant catwalks by a mother who'd already decided I needed to earn my keep. I should have grown up dreaming of the day I'd be off that stage. But when I stepped into the limelight, every eye was on me and I shone. It became my refuge and now, forty years later, while there were days when I really didn't feel like strapping on four-inch heels and smiling until my jaw hurt, my heart still beat a little faster as I walked down that hall.

The buzz of a saw drowned out the clicking of my heels on the hardwood. I caught a whiff of sawdust and oil, and shuddered to imagine what alterations the crew was making to the house. From what I'd heard, the homeowners weren't likely to complain–they desperately needed the money. The "official" rumor was a failed film project, but the one I'd heard involved an unplanned baby project with the nanny. Tabloid stories to be suppressed, a young woman to be paid off, a wife to placate–it could all get very expensive.

As I passed a young man measuring the hall, I nodded and his jaw dropped.

"M–Ms. Vegas? Jaime Vegas?"

I swung around and fixed him with a megawatt smile that I didn't need to fake. Shallow of me, I know, but there's no ego boost like the slack-jawed gape of a man half your age.

"Geez, it is you." He hurried over to shake my hand. "Could I–? I know it's unprofessional to ask, but is there any chance of getting an autograph?"

"Of course. I'm heading to a meeting right now, but you can grab an autograph from me anytime. Just bring me something to sign. Or if you prefer a photo . . ."

"A photo would be great."

My smile brightened. "A photo it is, then. I have some in my room."

"Thanks. Grandpa will love it. He's such a fan of yours. He has a thing for redheads, but you're his favorite. All his buddies in the nursing home think you're hot."

Just what I needed on the first day of a big job–the reminder that in Hollywood time, I was already a decade past my best-before date.

I kept smiling, though. Another minute of conversation, and the promise of a handful of signed photos for Gramps and the boys, and I was off again.

As I neared the dining room, I heard a crisp British voice snap, "Because it's ridiculous, that's why. Mr. Grady is a professional. He will not be subjected to mockery."

Before I pushed open the door, I pictured the speaker: a stylish woman, roughly my age, dressed in a suit and oozing efficiency. I walked in, and there she was–short blond hair, thin lips, small and wiry, as if extra flesh would be a sign of softness she could ill afford. Icy green eyes glared from behind her tiny glasses. Personal assistant model A: the bulldog, designed to raise hell on her client's behalf, leaving him free to play the gracious, good-natured star.

Facing her was a younger woman, maybe thirty, dumpy, with a shoulder-length bob and worried eyes. Director model C: the overwhelmed first-timer.

The dining room, like most of the house, had been "redecorated" to accommodate the shoot. The homeowners had cleared out anything they didn't want damaged, so the dining set was gone, replaced by a cheaper one. As for the dead guy hanging from the chandelier, I suspected he came with the house, and was probably tough to remove without an exorcism or two.

The hanging man was maybe fifty, average size but with heavy jowls, as if he'd lost a lot of weight fast. He swayed from an old crystal chandelier, superimposed over the modern one. His face was mottled and swollen, eyes thankfully closed.

I eyed him from the doorway so I wouldn't be tempted to stare once I was in the room. After thirty years of seeing ghosts, you learn all the tricks.

This one, though, wasn't a ghost, but a residual. What tragedy had brought him to an end so emotionally powerful that the image was seared forever in this room? I doused my curiosity. It would do me no good. When you see scenes like this every day, you can't afford to stop and wonder. You just can't.

Both women turned as I entered. The assistant's gaze slid over me, lips tightening as if someone had shoved a lemon wedge in her mouth. I flashed a smile and her lips pursed more. If you can't still turn the heads of twenty-year-old boys, winning the catty disapproval of women your own age is a good consolation prize.

I stopped a hairbreadth from the hanged man and tried not to recoil as his swaying body circled my way.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," I said to the woman with the worried eyes. "I was sent to speak to the director, Becky Cheung. Would that be you?"

She smiled and extended a hand. "It is. And you must be Jaime Vegas. This is Claudia Wilson, Bradford Grady's assistant."

I shook Cheung's hand. "Should I step outside and let you two finish?"

"No, no." Desperation touched Becky's voice. "This concerns you too. We're discussing a promo shot. Mr. Simon has decided he wants the three stars to say a line."

Claudia shot a hard look at Becky. "A specific line. Tell her what it is."

"Um . . . 'I see dead people.' "

From the Hardcover edition.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 257 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(160)

4 Star

(68)

3 Star

(21)

2 Star

(6)

1 Star

(2)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 259 Customer Reviews
  • Posted June 29, 2011

    Unexpected pleasure

    I was a little skeptical when i started this OK. Jaime was not one of my favorite characters. This book however has given me a new respect and love for Jaime. This was an excellent surprise of a book and only further proves how good of an author Armstrong is. I look forward to reading as ma y more from this series as she can write. This was a great book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 30, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    A Fun Installment in Armstrong's Urban Fantasy Series

    I'm a fan of Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. One thing that makes the series different is that its told from different perspectives--usually female and written in first person. The first two books are narrated by Elena, a werewolf, the next two by Paige, a witch and so on. I rather like that--I suspect its part of what keeps this series fresh. This particular book is focused on and narrated by Jaime Vegas, a necromancer (she sees dead people.). I like Jaime, and moreover it's refreshing to see a mature heroine for once (She's 44 years old). As with all of Armstrong's books in this series, the plot presents plenty of suspense and more than a dollop of romance. I think the novel could stand on its own, so you could start here, but I did enjoy and recommend the other books and if you read this one first it would act as a spoiler on some points.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2013

    You gotta read it!

    All I can say is.... wow!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2013

    Totally Pleasing

    This book, along with the others in the series, is just a great read. As soon as you start to read it, it feels like putting on your comfy slippers. Great job. I highly recommend this series. A step ahead of most other series.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2013

    Hunting grounds stream and herb patch.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    Love this series!

    Great sr
    Tory.




    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2012

    New town rp

    Nook town all results

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2012

    Lexy

    Buys some clothes

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2012

    Toys r us and babies r us

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2011

    Great storie

    Love it

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 17, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    a ton of fun

    Another fun book from Kelley Armstrong. Part of her Women of the Otherworld series, No Humans Involved stars the intriguing necromancer Jaime Vegas. Some of the characters from previous books are back as well.

    Jaimie has some big challenges in this story. She discovers the trapped ghosts of six murdered children in the garden behind the house where she is working on a t.v. show. As she digs for some answers to who killed them, with the help of werewolf alpha Jeremy, she uncovers a horrendous case of child sacrifice by a small cult of witch wannabes. Things turn threatening for Jaime when this cult discovers they have been found out.

    I really enjoy this series. Armstrong adds just the right amount of action, humor and romance. It makes for great entertainment! Her characters of the Otherworld are captivating. "Armstrong deftly juggles such creatures as werewolves, witches, demons and ghosts with real-life issues." This series is a ton of fun....but don't take my word for it. : )

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted August 12, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    WOw!love it!

    when i read kelley armstrong first book bitten i was amazed and fell in love with the pack.now when i heard about jamie having a book i was actually excited cause i wasnted to get to know more about her.Now that i have read her book i fell in love with jaimes and jeremys story!they bond even more in this book and jeremy acts more like himself around her!i love it!best part is when ther down in the basement its so cute!:D
    all i can say is wow!you have done it again kelley

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2009

    Good Book

    Referred to my friends

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    Another strong book in this great series

    Going into this book I wasn't sure Jamie could pull off a whole novel by herself. I was wrong. The chemistry between her and Jeremy is great. Once he is away from the Pack and can be himself he really opens up. I enjoyed seeing the two of these solve the mystery together. especially when they acknowledge that neither have much experience fighting evil on their own. I cannot wait to see how their relationship grows.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2009

    "NHI" makes for great reading

    Although I am a huge fan of Kelley Armstrong's first few books, namely "Bitten", "Stolen" and "Broken", I wasn't all that thrilled at the prospect of reading about her non-werewolf characters.
    I picked up "No Humans Involved" in the bargain bin and was pleasantly surprised. Not only was a Pack involved in the story, I got to know Jaime, who I hadn't really known much about previously.

    Without giving too much away, the scene when Jaime and Jeremy are hiding behind the boxes in the basement is absolutely the best scene in the book. Touching and romantic, with horrible things happening around them.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted May 1, 2009

    No Humans Involved

    Ms. Armstrong makes Jamie's story in No Humans Involved well worth reading and brings a new twist to the necromancer mythology. It's the perfect fast-paced, suspenseful novel with a colorful cast of characters that will keep you wanting more.
    Jamie Vegas is a well known necromancer throughout the world of humans and supernaturals, but the humans do not truly believe her power, though they would like to. While helping ghosts, she is offered a spot on a team of spiritualists, bent on rising Marilyn Monroe's soul and to communicate with her for a movie. Jamie shows her powers off while on the set, but never enough to attract unwanted attention. Unfortunately, while on the set, she encounters ghosts she cannot see, touch, or truly communicate with clearly. With the help of her werewolf friend Jeremy, an angel Eve, and a demon Hope, they soon realize the ghosts are children, trapped in limbo with no way out unless Jamie helps them move on. They suspect the people behind the killings and mutilations of these children are humans who have touched into the world of magic and are able to use it. Now Jamie, Jeremy, Eve, and Hope must find the murders without having the same fate as the children.
    One of the many fascination parts of the book is after Hope and Jamie have been captured and put into the room where the humans had killed their victims. Jamie soon realized there was no way out and watched Hope lie limp on the concrete floor, breathing shallowly, wishing she would wake up. A while after waking up, the door to the concrete room opened, letting inches of light creep it's way inside. Hope was still unconscious across the room, having no possibility of defending herself, and neither did Jamie, even though she was fully aware. The humans walked in, taunting Jamie, and then they also brought in a jug of gasoline and Jamie knew what was to happen next.
    After convincing the humans that she could actually see ghosts (she was trying to buy time), they led her and Hope out of the room so Jamie could prove her gift was true by bringing alive the dead animals on a nearby wall. She had never done such a thing without her necromancy kit but she was determined to try, because if she succeeded, she would have a better chance at living, along with Hope. The animals soon screeched to life, flailing at anything in the room because they were back in their broken, dead bodies. The humans were frightened to the core of their existence and started to panic. Jamie made her escape while they were screaming, too occupied to notice her any more, and then shut the door to the room with them inside, waiting for them to die.
    The humans that were able to use real magic were the most despicable people throughout the book. Kelley Armstrong allows the reader to see firsthand the work of the humans because every so often, Armstrong wrote a chapter from the main member of the group's point of view. I felt hatred towards them and I personally think I could have lived without knowing what they were thinking, but the few chapters they were in did make the book even more interesting and suspenseful. In these chapters, the reader learns that the humans used self-sacrifice to try to make their spells work. The majority of the people they killed were children, and I am glad the humans got to live out the same fate at the end of the book as them.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    loved this book

    i really loved this book

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 23, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    Great Original Series!

    Good addition to the series. Some questions left open gets answered! Plot entertaining and easy to follow!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2009

    keeps you reading

    If you are looking for a fast read this would be the book. The characters are good, plot keeps you reading.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2008

    Best of the series (& the most erotic)

    I just finished this awesome book and had to write a review before what I had to say faded from memory. I was glad Jamie got her chance to keep from being rescued as I feared she was turning into Daphne from Scooby Doo (always needing to be rescued). A great story filled with Hollywood satire, humor, romance, mindbending sex scenes and a different look into the otherworld through the eyes of Jamie and her ghost whisperer associates. I have been a fan of Kelley Armstrong ever since reading Bitten and will continue to read everything she puts out.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 259 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)