Possession (Blood Ties Series #2)

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Overview

My father always said fear was a weakness. Well, that's easy to say when you don't have to worry about vampire slayers or holy water. I hate fear, but undead life goes on. In the two months since I was attacked in the hospital morgue and turned into a vampire, I've killed my evil sire, Cyrus, fallen in love with my new sire, Nathan, and have even gotten used to drinking blood. Just when things are finally returning to normal—as normal as they can be when sunlight can kill ...

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Overview

My father always said fear was a weakness. Well, that's easy to say when you don't have to worry about vampire slayers or holy water. I hate fear, but undead life goes on. In the two months since I was attacked in the hospital morgue and turned into a vampire, I've killed my evil sire, Cyrus, fallen in love with my new sire, Nathan, and have even gotten used to drinking blood. Just when things are finally returning to normal—as normal as they can be when sunlight can kill you—Nathan becomes possessed. And then he slaughters an innocent human.

Now it's my job to find Nathan before the Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement does, because they're just waiting for an excuse to terminate him—and anyone foolish enough to help him. But it gets worse. It turns out that Nathan's been possessed by one of the most powerful and wicked vampires alive—the Soul Eater. And who knows what vile plan he's concocted?

With the Soul Eater and my possessed sire on the loose, I have a lot to fear. Including being killed. Again.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778324188
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 2/1/2007
  • Series: Blood Ties Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 819,774
  • Product dimensions: 4.21 (w) x 6.62 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer Armintrout was born in 1980. She has been obsessed with vampires since age four, and her first crush was on Vincent Price. Raised in an enormous Catholic family, Jennifer attributes her interest in the macabre to viewing too many funerals at a formative age. When not writing, she can be found in front of the Playstation. She resides in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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"You dreamed about him this morning, Carrie."

At the sound of Nathan's voice, my hands froze on my keyboard. "You're watching me sleep again?"

This worried me. Besides being phenomenally creepy, my sire's habit of spying on my nightmares usually flares up when there's trouble on the horizon. Before our big fight with him two months ago, I'd often wake to find Nathan in bed beside me, staring at me as though I'd disappear if he looked away. Just three weeks after that, when our new blood donor had broken in with the intent to stake us in our beds, Nathan had been sitting in my desk chair, watching over me, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Rather than looming in my doorway, he'd come in and sat down on my bed—there really was no place else to go, the room was so small—and settled in as though he'd been invited. Not that I'd been offended. It was his apartment, and Ziggy's old room didn't feel quite like home to me.

I studied Nathan as he watched me. I assumed he tried to gauge my mood. He detests arguing with me, and he'd obviously had other hopes for how the conversation would go.

Tough."So, I'm worried." At my arched brow, he acceded, "Fine, I'm irrationally angry with you."

Damn him for looking good. Time stops bothering with you when you become a vampire, and Nathan was frozen at thirtytwo. Despite the pallor that comes with seventy years of avoiding sunlight, he remained just as young and handsome as he'd appeared in the photographs he'd saved from his prevampire life. More so, actually, because this Nathan was in my bedroom, in living color. Dark hair, gorgeous gray eyes, a body so toned and hard he looked like he'd been a statue of a Greek god in a past life. But it was his eyes that had made me fall for him. Even though he'd been acting tough, and threatening my life the first time we'd met, I'd seen the kindness and sorrow in them. His eyes weren't just windows to his soul. They were doors that let out things he wouldn't have been able to hide from me even without a blood tie between us.

I'd turned back to my computer, where my latest dissertation on vampire physiology had waited with an impatiently flashing cursor. You can take the human out of the doctor, but you can't take the doctor out of the vampire. Or something like that. I'd been working on A Case Study of Blood Type Compatibility for Metabolic Efficiency to kill time and distract me from the craziness of the past two months. But it had inevitably caught up with me, so when Nathan had burst in I'd been typing "Crazy Yellow Tube Socks" over and over again. "You said irrationally, not me."

"I can't help it." His embarrassment was evident through the blood tie, but it didn't quell my annoyance. "What's going on?"

"Well, for one, I'm tired of this stupid research project—"

"You're tired of it? I was the one drinking AB negative all damn week." Though he chuckled, there was a wearing note to the sound."And you've been watching me sleep, which usually means something major is about to happen. Plus, I've been having these nightmares." I covered my face with my hands, massaging my tired skin. "I'm sure it's nothing."

"It didn't sound like "nothing."" The bedsprings squeaked as he stood.

I dropped my hands and gave him a withering look. "Oh, he listens as well as watches."

The ghost of a sarcastic smile crossed his face as he knelt beside my chair. "You make it sound so dirty."

I knew he couldn't help the surge of playful lust that reached me through the blood tie, because our brains were on a weird, telepathic party line. Unless he blocked me or vice versa, we heard each other's thoughts and felt each other's emotions. If one of us had even the slightest inclination toward getting physical, the other one knew—and usually acted on—it.

Unfortunately, the blood tie doesn't filter negative emotions out, so I always got a heaping helping of after-sex guilt. Thoughts of Marianne, his dead wife, were never far from his mind, so the punishment game usually kicked in within minutes of la petit mort. Once I felt his guilt, I added some of my own over the fact I'd helped cause it, and the resultant snowball effect was a good enough reason to avoid sex with him altogether.

At least, not beyond a few just-to-get-it-out-of-our-system flings. Giving those up would be like kicking heroin cold turkey.

The thought depressed me, so I put it aside. I swiveled my desk chair around and leaned back. "Seriously, why are you watching me?"

"The nightmares."

I shrugged, hoping to pass off my terrifying dreams as a regular occurrence. "I have a lot of nightmares.""You said his name."

Nathan wasn't my first sire. Cyrus, whom I only knew as

"John Doe" when he'd attacked me in the hospital morgue, had made me a vampire. He'd also nearly made me dead when I hadn't been willing to satisfy his twisted desires. When I'd turned to Nathan and the Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement for help, Cyrus had removed one of my two hearts— a strange physiological trait unique to vampires—and left me bleeding to death in the alley behind Nathan's building. When Nathan found me, I'd already died. He'd revived me by giving me his blood, and it'd had the desired effect—I was alive, after all. He just hadn't realized he would "re-sire" me.

He'd already had a deep-seated hatred of Cyrus. Now, as my new sire, he felt it ten times stronger. He hated if I even mentioned my first sire in passing. The evil, antagonistic side of me couldn't help but do it now. "Maybe my dreams about Cyrus are a subconscious thing to rile you."

He raised an eyebrow. "That's the same excuse you use for leaving the cap off the toothpaste."

He was right. He's usually right. Damned sire's intuition. I shut off my computer monitor and leaned back in my chair. "I'm guessing you have some sort of theory here."

"Not yet. I was hoping to form it while you tell me—in detail—about these dreams. Then I was going to cut you off with a big, dramatic exclamation, something along the lines of "aha!"at which point you'd find yourself impressed and slightly aroused by my genius." He shrugged. "But now, I guess I'll just settle for the detail part."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. "I never see his face, but I know it's him."

Nathan nodded, indicating I should continue. "There aren't any colors except blue." I bit my lip. "The watercolor kind of blue I remember from when I was...dead."

A deep frown creased Nathan's brow, a sure sign I'd piqued his interest with my story. "Are you sure it's not your superconscious working through that night?"

When I had those dreams, I always saw the same things. The bright orange cat that had passed my splayed body. The thick shapes of the shadow people coming to claim me. I didn't bother Nathan with these memories. My brief death—the second one—had traumatized him enough. "Cut the psych bullshit. You think I'm having these dreams for a reason, don't you?"

He let out a long breath as his mind searched for nonanswers. "I suppose it could be some residue of your former blood tie to him."

"But why now?" I shook my head. "It's been two months. What could have happened to reactivate the tie now?"

Nathan stood, trying—and failing—to look unconcerned. "It could be anything. I'll have Max do some digging in the Movement files."

The Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement was a harsh, totalitarian organization demanding the death of vampires who didn't live by their strict code. Nathan had been on probation for seventy years for killing his wife, though it hadn't been entirely his fault, and by siring me he'd broken one of the cardinal rules: preventing the inevitable death of a wounded vampire. Rather than wait until they found out and killed him, Nathan had chosen to go outlaw. But he maintained ties to Max Harrison, the only other vampire who knew the circumstances surrounding Nathan and me.

I smiled. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled with the assignment." "He doesn't have a choice," Nathan said cheerfully. He no longer hid the fact he lived to make Max's life hell. "Well, the sun's long down. I'd better get downstairs and earn my keep. Are you going to work tonight? I've got some inventory that needs cataloging.""As tempting as it sounds, no." I'd clocked enough unpaid hours in Nathan's occult bookshop to last several lifetimes. If I never saw another Book of Shadows or packet of herbs, it would be too soon. I gestured to the computer. "I need to finish this before it drives me insane."

"Likewise." He made a face. "Next time you want to do some crazy experiment, use someone else as your lab rat."

I heard the door shut behind him as he left. Usually, he locked it, but I heard no telltale jingle of keys.

Vampires take the bond between sire and fledgling as seriously as humans do the bond between parent and child. Normally, Nathan was frighteningly overprotective of me. I tried to push aside the feeling that something might be wrong. Those thoughts were like poison ivy. Once you scratch it, the infection spreads and grows. I didn't need to spend the night on pins and needles, jumping at the slightest sound.

I flipped on the monitor, hoping to lose myself in medical jargon, but I couldn't concentrate. My unease grew, my palms began to sweat and my stomach tingled. I ticked off the symptoms in my mind and only then recognized my body's reaction.

Fight or flight.

The primitive response to fear had slowly built in me, but I was in no immediate danger. My heart did a panicky flip-flop in my chest as I stared at my reflection behind the words on the screen. My pupils had dilated. My face began to morph into monster mode. I stood, willing myself to calm down. There was no reason to feel this way.

Unless it was the blood tie.

Nathan.

I ran from my room, knocking over my desk chair as I took off. Our apartment was on the top floor of Nathan's building. The bookstore was in the basement. I tore down the stairs asfast as I could, gripping the rails as my feet tripped gracelessly over themselves. The door at the bottom seemed light-years away. I burst through it and onto the street. The chill air of the early spring night took my breath away.

Then pain took it, and I gave up hope of getting it back. The blood tie was gone. Not in the way it felt when Nathan simply hid his thoughts from me. That was like a brick wall. This was...void. If the tie were a length of cord stretched between us, one end had simply gone slack.

Nathan was dead.

I clutched the wrought-iron rail as I edged toward the top of the stairs descending below the sidewalk. Moonlight illuminated shattered glass at the bottom. Whatever had gotten to Nathan had broken the window to get in.

Get a weapon. Get help. My heart overrode my rational mind. I needed to get to my sire.

I took the stairs down two at a time. Inside, the light at the back of the store flickered in its death throes. Broken, powdery fluorescent tubes littered the floor. Occasional sparks sputtered like snowflakes from broken wiring overhead.

The tables that usually displayed tasteful arrangements of crystals and tarot cards and other New Age bric-a-brac were utterly destroyed. They lay in splinters on the ground, crushing the merchandise they'd once held. To my right, the glass case in the sales counter had been smashed. I knew Nathan kept an ax in the cupboard behind it. I moved in that direction as quietly as I could with glass crunching beneath my shoes.

Something shuffled in the labyrinth of bookshelves behind me. The noise froze me for an instant as I weighed the distance to the door against the odds I'd be able to effectively defend myself with the ax. I dismissed the notion of running. I couldn'tleave Nathan behind, not if there was even the barest chance he might be saved.

I sprinted the last few steps to the cupboard and retrieved the ax. I tried to force some courage into my stiff fingers as I gripped the handle. Whatever had broken in was still in the shop.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. The thing hiding in the shadows growled.

The clock behind the counter chimed. I jumped. The creature sprang out at me.

My head bounced off the hard floor as the thing brought me down, and nasty fireworks of pain exploded in my vision. The smell of Nathan's blood, usually a welcome, familiar perfume, filled my nostrils with a sour tang, and I gagged. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and my muscles tensed as I tried not to vomit.

The weight of the thing pressing down on me lifted. I opened my eyes in time to see it leap behind the counter, its noisy respirations nearly drowning out the repeated chimes of the clock.

"Nathan?" I shrieked, barely recognizing my own voice for the panic in it. I screamed his name again. There was no answer.

It became starkly, startlingly clear to me: Nathan couldn't come to my aid. I was alone with this creature, and woefully unequipped to defend myself.

A loud snarl sounded behind the counter. In a split second of sheer terror, I threw the ax that way. It hit the cash register and bounced to the floor, out of my reach.

Alone. Woefully unequipped. And blindingly stupid.

I didn't have long to worry about it. The creature leaped over the countertop and tackled me. My breath escaped in a loud whoosh, and I looked up through a haze of pain at the thing holding me down.

A man. A naked, bleeding man.

The creature hadn't killed Nathan. The creature was Nathan.

Possession 17

His face twisted in a feral snarl. His eyes were cold and devoid of recognition. He gripped a shard of blood-drenched glass in his fist. Bloody symbols marred his arms and chest, and I realized with a fresh wave of nausea that he'd carved them into his own flesh.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2013

    loved loved loved this wish there was more of her writtings out

    loved loved loved this wish there was more of her writtings out there 

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  • Posted July 25, 2010

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    Blood Ties

    *Spoilers* I really liked how the romance between Cyrus and 'Mouse' developed towards the middle of the book from out of no where; it added in the extra suspense to the plot. It kept the pages turning for me when the plot switched perspectives. Overall I think it is worth the read and the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2008

    Cry me a river

    This book was annoyingly overly emotional. Just everyone crying, it was pathetic. It had a good story but I couldn't stomach most of the page fillers to get to it. Book one was definitely better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2007

    Would have given a 1/2 star less

    I thought this was a good read and kept me wanting to turn the pages. That said, while I understand that it's possible to love more than one person intimately, the triangle between Cyrus, Carrie and Nathan needs to end. The whole thing is making Carrie look cheap, and making Nathan look weak because he can't get over the death of a wife who has been dead for a LONG time. This part of the book is greatly aggravating. Other than that I find this series very exciting. Of course I would've loved for one of the couples to end up together in the end, there is a certain amount of romance or shall I say matters of the heart in this book. Most romance novels are too predictable when the couples always end up together. You definitely can't say that there is a lot of predicability in this series, which is what will keep me reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2007

    Disappointing second book!

    The Possession is the second book in this Blood Ties series after The Turning. The story begins with the disappearance of Nathan, Dr. Carrie Ames new squire and sometimes boyfriend. He has been possessed by The Soul Eater, Jacob Seymour. Carrie, with the help of her vampire friend Max, must find Nathan before the Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement kills him first. Carrie, who was turned into a vampire by Cyrus in The Turning, killed Cyrus at the end of the first book. Now two months later,Cyrus has been brought back by his father,The Soul Eater, and is now human. This is where my problem with this book begins. I thoroughly enjoyed The Turning but felt a little dissapointed about this sequel. Personally, I found the whole Cyrus in the church with a young woman called Mouse strange. Cyrus was such a wonderful and evil incarnate character in The Turning, that I found it hard to swallow he is now human and remorseful. This books ending was left open on so many levels for the next in this series. I enjoyed the book enough to possibly get the third in this series, but I will probably wait until I read other reviews before purchasing it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2007

    Good, but not great.

    Ok, I read the first book, and I loved it. I couldn't wait for the second to come out, but now that it has, it wasn't exactly what i expected it to be...I mean, yes I understadn that the author didn't talk so much about Carrie and Nathans relationship, because they kinda don't have one. Plus he is still in love with his wife...I mean the book was good, which action in it, and nothing happened to the main characters, and there were some sad parts, and some good parts. Makes you wonder about the third book, and how it'll turn out. Overall, I liked the book, so it was all good in the end...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2007

    not as good as the first

    I agree with the previous comment...I also thought that this book would deal more with the relationship of carrie and nathan...i was disappointed that it resolved nothing...the fact that nathan can't let go of wife just stumps me...get over it already! however, i will read the next installment...and hopefully we will see the happy ending carrie deserves....i would actually give the book a rating of 3.5...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2007

    Fellow bookworm

    I think this was a great read just as good as the first I think Carrie got what she deserved with Nathan because she totally betrayed him. And I got a feeling it's not over for Max and Bella. I think this was a great paranormal read with just enough fantasy and the right amount of real human struggles.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2007

    Dissapointed

    I had such high hopes for this book. I absolutely adored the first and i guess had high standards for this one. I was half way through the book and didn't even realize i was out of the first chapter. It ended way to suddenly, didn't have enough 'meat' to the story, and not nearly enough of Nathan and carries relationship was written about. I hate the way nothing was settled. The Soul Eater didn't even make an appearance, Max didn't get the girl, Cyrus is completely lost and depressed, and Nathan ditched Carrie once again. I'm completely disappointed. The third better be damn spectacular to make up for the lack of which that wasn't put into the second.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2007

    not as good as the first

    This one was okay. It wasn't as good as the first book. The first one was hard to put down. I thought it would concentrate more on the relationship with carrie and nathan. But it didn't. It was still pretty good. I look forward to the next one.

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