Stolen (Women of the Otherworld Series #2)

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"It was in Bitten that thirty-year-old Elena Michaels came to terms with her feral appetites and claimed the proud identity of a beautiful, successful woman - and the only living female werewolf." In Stolen, on a mission for her own elite pack, she is lured into the net of ruthless Internet billionaire Tyrone Winsloe, who has funded a bogus scientific investigation of the "other races" and their supernatural powers. Kidnapped and studied in his underground lab deep in the Maine woods, these paranormals - witches, vampires, shamans, werewolves -
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Overview

"It was in Bitten that thirty-year-old Elena Michaels came to terms with her feral appetites and claimed the proud identity of a beautiful, successful woman - and the only living female werewolf." In Stolen, on a mission for her own elite pack, she is lured into the net of ruthless Internet billionaire Tyrone Winsloe, who has funded a bogus scientific investigation of the "other races" and their supernatural powers. Kidnapped and studied in his underground lab deep in the Maine woods, these paranormals - witches, vampires, shamans, werewolves - are then released and hunted to the death in a real-world video game. But when Winsloe captures Elena, he meets his match.
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Publishers Weekly
Elena Michaels, the only known female werewolf, cavorts on a more fully cultivated supernatural playing field in this sure-footed follow-up to Bitten (2001). While investigating a suspicious notice advertising information for sale about werewolves, Elena meets witches Paige and Ruth Winterbourne-and, to her misfortune, a team of mortal and supernatural commandos who abduct Elena and Ruth to a remote underground bunker in the wilds of Maine. There Ty Winsloe, "billionaire and computer geek extraordinaire," is collecting a menagerie representing all the supernatural species that coexist anonymously with humanity (vampires, werewolves, witches, etc.). While his scientists study such creatures in the hope of distilling their uncanny powers as salable commodities, Winsloe hunts those captives who have outlived their usefulness in cruel most-dangerous-game fashion. Elena's efforts to outsmart Winsloe long enough to apprise her Pack of her whereabouts are complicated by a werewolf wannabe among the captors. Though the tale is pretty much a prison-break story spiffed up with magic, Armstrong leavens the narrative with brisk action and intriguing dollops of werewolf culture that suggest a complex and richly imagined anthropologic backstory. The sassy, pumped-up Elena makes a perfect hardboiled horror heroine, with enough engaging attitude to compensate for the loose ends left untied to set up her next adventure. Agent, Helen Heller. (June) Forecast: This novel will please not only horror fans but also mainstream readers who like strong female characters. The tasteful jacket art, suggesting both the supernatural and romantic aspects of the book, will attract this wider audience. Warner Bros. having optioned Bitten, to star Angelina Jolie, will contribute to the buzz. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Having destroyed the "mutt" menace in Bitten, Book I of Armstrong's "Women of the Underworld" series, the werewolf Pack is now faced with a similar threat. This time it's self-serving humans bent on kidnapping supernatural creatures like werewolves, witches, and demons and using their powers for nefarious purposes. As the only female werewolf in existence, Elena is a prime target, and despite her caution she is "stolen" right from under the nose of the Pack Alpha. Awakening in the depths of a remote fortress amidst a strange collection of paranormals and mentally ill jailers, Elena realizes that her chances of escape are slim. With her werewolf strength and cunning, however, she manages to "convince" others to help her plan a breakout. Meanwhile, the Pack males circle impotently around the compound perimeter waiting for her to make a move. In a predictable escape scene even more violent than the one in the previous adventure, orchestrated by shattering glass, severed body parts, and moronic dialog, Elena and her males wreak havoc on evil humanity. Evoking an action comic book, this will appeal mainly to television viewers who tire of commercials long enough to bother reading. Not recommended. [For another novel on supernatural creatures, see Andrew Fox's Fat White Vampire Blues, reviewed on p. 155.-Ed.]-Jennifer Baker, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Sequel to Bitten (2001), about a girl nipped by a nasty-well, psychopathic-but handsome werewolf, Clayton Danvers, whom she takes as her lover once she turns into the only living female werewolf. In this second in the series, Elena Michaels discovers, as did Hamlet, that there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, etc.-that, in fact, there are witches, half-demons, necromancers, sorcerers, shamans-and, gosh, vampires. Here, things begin with a new version of the oft-filmed The Most Dangerous Game, in which a millionaire traps humans to use them as quarry in a hunt, they being the most dangerous game. Only this time it's Tyler Winsloe, billionaire and computer geek extraordinaire, who traps "otherworld" beings and keeps them in a very advanced glass prison deep in the Maine woods. At first he has only a shaman (who escapes but is ripped apart by rottweilers as he leaves his body), two witches, and a sorcerer who works for him and guides him to prey. Winsloe's idea of great fun is to trap a werewolf, study it for a while, then free it to be hunted, although he is also privately amassing the world's greatest collection of supernaturals. Is it foregone that he'll trap, then hunt, Elena? Well, does a full moon cause Jack Nicholson to change? Elena finds herself trapped by two witches who warn her that Winsloe is onto all the otherworld races, not just werewolves; the witches then save her when Winsloe's henchmen try a kidnap. Much Darwinian classification of the varied species precedes Elena's capture and imprisonment, then all that follows. Richly done.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780452296664
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 6/29/2010
  • Series: Women of the Otherworld Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 576
  • Sales rank: 73,108
  • Product dimensions: 7.56 (w) x 4.22 (h) x 1.19 (d)

Meet the Author

Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong is the New York Times bestselling author of the Women of the Otherworld series. She has been telling stories since before she could write. Her earliest written efforts were disastrous. If asked for a story about girls and dolls, hers would invariably feature undead girls and evil dolls, much to her teachers’ dismay. All efforts to make her produce “normal” stories failed. Today she continues to spin tales of ghosts and demons and werewolves while safely locked in her basement writing-dungeon.

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Prologue

He hated the forest. Hated its eternal pockets of damp and darkness. Hated its endless tangle of trees and bushes. Hated its smell of decay -- dead vegetation, dead animals, everything dying, even the living creatures incessantly pursuing their next meal, one failure away from the slow descent into death. Soon his body would be one more stink fouling the air, maybe buried, maybe left for the carrion feeders, his death postponing theirs for another day. He would die. He knew that, not with the single-minded intent of the suicidal or the hopeless despair of the doomed, but with the simple acceptance of a man who knows he is only hours from passing out of this world into the next. Here in this stinking, dark, damp hell of a place, he would die.

He didn’t seek death. If he could, he’d avoid it. But he couldn’t. He’d tried, planning his breakout for days, conserving his energy, forcing himself to eat, to sleep. Then he’d escaped, surprising himself really. He’d never truly believed it would work. Of course, it hadn’t actually worked, just appeared to, like a mirage shimmering in the desert, only the oasis hadn’t turned to sand and sun, but damp and dark. He’d escaped the compound to find himself in the forest. Still hopeful, he’d run. And run. And gone nowhere. They were coming now. Hunting him.

He could hear the hound baying, fast on his trail. There must be ways to trick it, but he had no idea how. Born and raised in the city, he knew how to avoid detection there, how to become invisible in plain sight, how to effect an appearance so mediocre that people could stare right at him and see no one. Heknew how to greet neighbors in his apartment building, eyes lowered, a brief nod, no words, so if anyone asked about the occupants of 412, no one really knew who lived there: Was that the elderly couple? The young family? The blind girl? Never rude or friendly enough to attract attention, disappearing in a sea of people too intent on their own lives to notice his. There he was a master of invisibility. But here, in the forest? He hadn’t set foot in one since he was ten, when his parents finally despaired of ever making an outdoorsman out of him and let him stay with his grandmother while his siblings went hiking and camping. He was lost here. Completely lost. The hound would find him and the hunters would kill him.

“You won’t help me, will you?” he said, speaking the words in his mind.

For a long moment, Qiona didn’t reply. He could sense her, the spirit who guided him, in the back corner of his mind, the farthest she ever went from him since she’d first made herself known when he was a child too young to speak.

“Do you want me to?” she asked finally.

“You won’t. Even if I want it. This is what you want. For me to join you. You won’t stop that.”

The hound started to sing, joy infusing its voice with melody as it closed in on its target. Someone shouted.

Qiona sighed, the sound fluttering like a breeze through his mind. “What do you want me to do?”

“Which way is out?” he asked.

More silence. More shouts.

“That way,” she said.

He knew which way she meant, though he couldn’t see her. An ayami had presence and substance but no form, an idea impossible to explain to anyone who wasn’t a shaman and as easy for a shaman to understand as the concept of water or sky.

Turning left, he ran. Branches whipped his face and bare chest and arms, raising welts like the marks of a flagellant. And equally self-inflicted, he thought. Part of him wanted to stop. Give up. Accept. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to surrender his life yet. Simple human pleasures still held too much allure: English muffins with butter and strawberry jam at the Talbot Café, the second-story balcony, farthest table on the left, the sun on his forearms, tattered mystery novel in one hand, coffee mug in the other, people yelling, laughing on the busy street below. Silly things, Qiona would sniff. She was jealous, of course, as she was of anything she couldn’t share, anything that kept him bound to his body. He did want to join her, but not yet. Not just yet. So he ran.

“Stop running,” Qiona said.

He ignored her.

“Slow down,” she said. “Pace yourself.”

He ignored her.

She withdrew, her anger a flash fire in his brain, bright and hot, then smoldering, waiting to flare again. He’d stopped hearing the hound, but only because his blood pounded too loudly. His lungs blazed. Each breath scorched through him, like swallowing fire. He ignored it. That was easy. He ignored most of his body’s commands, from hunger to sex to pain. His body was only a vehicle, a medium for transmitting things like strawberry jam, laughter, and sunlight to his soul. Now after a lifetime of ignoring his body, he asked it to save him and it didn’t know how. From behind him came the bay of the hound. Was it louder now? Closer?

“Climb a tree,” Qiona said.

“It’s not the dog I’m afraid of. It’s the men.”

“Slow down then. Turn. Confuse them. You’re making a straight trail. Slow down.”

He couldn’t. The end of the forest was near. It had to be. His only chance was to get there before the dog did. Ignoring the pain, he summoned every remaining vestige of strength and shot forward.

“Slow down!” Qiona shouted. “Watch -- ”

His left foot hit a small rise, but he adjusted, throwing his right foot out for balance. Yet his right foot came down on empty air. As he pitched forward, he saw the streambed below, at the bottom of a small gully eroded by decades of water flow. He flipped over the edge of it, convulsed in midair, trying to think of how to land without injury, but again he didn’t know how. As he hit the gravel below, he heard the hound. Heard its song of triumph so loud his eardrums threatened to split. Twisting to get up, he saw three canine heads come over the gully edge, one hound, two massive guard dogs. The hound lifted its head and bayed. The other two paused only a second, then leaped.

“Get out!” Qiona screamed. “Get out now!”

No! He wasn’t ready to leave. He resisted the urge to throw his soul free of his body, clenching himself into a ball as if that would keep it in. He saw the undersides of the dogs as they flew off the cliff. One landed atop him, knocking out his last bit of breath. Teeth dug into his forearm. He felt a tremendous wrenching. Then he soared upward. Qiona was dragging him from his body, away from the pain of dying.

“Don’t look back,” she said.

Of course, he did. He had to know. As he looked down, he saw the dogs. The hound was still at the top of the gully, howling and waiting for the men. The two other dogs didn’t wait. They tore his body apart in a shower of blood and flesh.

“No,” he moaned. “No.”

Qiona comforted him with whispers and kisses, pleaded with him to look away. She’d tried to save him from the pain, but she couldn’t. He felt it as he looked down at the dogs destroying his body, felt not the pain of their teeth, but the agony of unbelievable loss and grief. It was over. All over.

“If I hadn’t tripped,” he said. “If I’d run faster . . .”


Qiona turned him then, so he could look out across the forest. The expanse of trees went on and on, ending in a road so far away the cars looked like bugs crawling across the earth. He glanced back at his body, a mangled mess of blood and bone. The men stepped from the forest. He ignored them. They didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. He turned to Qiona and let her take him away.

* * * * *

“Dead,” Tucker said to Matasumi as he walked into the cell-block guard station. He scraped the mud of the forest off his boots. “Dogs got him before we did.”

“I told you I wanted him alive.”

“And I told you we need more hounds. Rottweilers are for guarding, not hunting. A hound will wait for the hunter. A rottie kills. Doesn’t know how to do anything else.” Tucker removed his boots and laid them on the mat, perfectly aligned with the wall, laces tucked in. Then he took an identical but clean pair and pulled them on. “Can’t see how it matters much. Guy was half-dead anyway. Weak. Useless.”

“He was a shaman,” Matasumi said. “Shamans don’t need to be Olympic athletes. All their power is in their mind.”

Tucker snorted. “And it did him a whole lotta good against those dogs, let me tell you. They didn’t leave a piece of him bigger than my fist.”

As Matasumi turned, someone swung open the door and clipped him in the chin.

“Whoops,” Winsloe said with a grin. “Sorry, old man. Damn things need windows.”

Bauer brushed past him. “Where’s the shaman?”

“He didn’t . . . survive,” Matasumi said.

“Dogs,” Tucker added.

Bauer shook her head and kept walking. A guard grabbed the interior door, holding it open as she walked through. Winsloe and the guard trailed after her. Matasumi brought up the rear. Tucker stayed at the guard station, presumably to discipline whoever had let the shaman escape, though the others didn’t bother to ask. Such details were beneath them. That’s why they’d hired Tucker.

The next door was thick steel with an elongated handle. Bauer paused in front of a small camera. A beam scanned her retina. One of the two lights above the door flashed green. The other stayed red until she grasped the door handle and the sensor checked her handprint. When the second light turned green, she opened the door and strode through. The guard followed. As Winsloe stepped forward, Matasumi reached for his arm, but missed. Alarms shrieked. Lights flashed. The sound of a half-dozen steel-toed boots clomped in synchronized quickstep down a distant corridor. Matasumi snatched the two-way radio from the table.

“Please call them back,” Matasumi said. “It was only Mr. Winsloe. Again.”

“Yes, sir,” Tucker’s voice crackled through the radio. “Would you remind Mr. Winsloe that each retinal and hand scan combination will authorize the passage of only one staff member and a second party.”

They both knew Winsloe didn’t need to be reminded of any such thing, since he’d designed the system. Matasumi stabbed the radio’s disconnect button. Winsloe only grinned.

“Sorry, old man,” Winsloe said. “Just testing the sensors.”

He stepped back to the retina scanner. After the computer recognized him, the first light turned green. He grabbed the door handle, the second light flashed green, and the door opened. Matasumi could have followed without the scans, as the guard had, but he let the door close and followed the proper procedure. The admittance of a second party was intended to allow the passage of captives from one section of the compound to another, at a rate of only one captive per staff member. It was not supposed to allow two staff to pass together. Matasumi would remind Tucker to speak to his guards about this. They were all authorized to pass through these doors and should be doing so correctly, not taking shortcuts.

Past the security door, the interior hall looked like a hotel corridor, each side flanked by rooms furnished with a double bed, a small table, two chairs, and a door leading to a bathroom. Not luxury accommodations by any means, but simple and clean, like the upper end of the spectrum for the budget-conscious traveler, though the occupants of these rooms wouldn’t be doing much traveling. These doors only opened from the outside.

The wall between the rooms and the corridor was a specially designed glass more durable than steel bars—and much nicer to look at. From the hallway, an observer could study the occupants like lab rats, which was the idea. The door to each room was also glass so the watcher’s view wasn’t obstructed. Even the facing wall of each bathroom was clear Plexiglas. The transparent bathroom walls were a recent renovation, not because the observers had decided they wanted to study their subjects’ elimination practices, but because they’d found that when all four walls of the bathrooms were opaque, some of the subjects spent entire days in there to escape the constant scrutiny.

The exterior glass wall was actually one-way glass. They’d debated that, one-way versus two-way. Bauer had allowed Matasumi to make the final decision, and he’d sent his research assistants scurrying after every psychology treatise on the effects of continual observation. After weighing the evidence, he’d decided one-way glass would be less intrusive. By hiding the observers from sight, they were less likely to agitate the subjects. He’d been wrong. At least with two-way glass the subjects knew when they were being watched. With one-way, they knew they were being watched -- none were naive enough to mistake the full-wall mirror for decoration -- but they didn’t know when, so they were on perpetual alert, which had a regrettably damning effect on their mental and physical health.

The group passed the four occupied cells. One subject had his chair turned toward the rear wall and sat motionless, ignoring the magazines, the books, the television, the radio, everything that had been provided for his diversion. He sat with his back to the one-way glass and did nothing. That one had been at the compound nearly a month. Another occupant had arrived only this morning. She also sat in her chair, but facing the one-way glass, glaring at it. Defiant . . . for now. It wouldn’t last.

Tess, the one research assistant Matasumi had brought to the project, stood by the defiant occupant’s cell, making notations on her clipboard. She looked up and nodded as they passed.

“Anything?” Bauer asked.

Tess glanced at Matasumi, shunting her reply to him. “Not yet.”

“Because she can’t or won’t?” Bauer asked.

Another glance at Matasumi. “It appears . . . I would say . . .”

“Well?”

Tess inhaled. “Her attitude suggests that if she could do more, she would.”

“Can’t, then,” Winsloe said. “We need a Coven witch. Why we bothered with this one—”

Bauer interrupted. “We bothered because she’s supposed to be extremely powerful.”

“According to Katzen,” Winsloe said. “If you believe him. I don’t. Sorcerer or not, the guy’s full of shit. He’s supposed to be helping us catch these freaks. Instead, all he does is tell us where to look, then sits back while our guys take all the risks. For what? This?” He jabbed a finger at the captive. “Our second useless witch. If we keep listening to Katzen, we’re going to miss out on some real finds.”

“Such as vampires and werewolves?” Bauer’s lips curved in a small smile. “You’re still miffed because Katzen says they don’t exist.”

“Vampires and werewolves,” Matasumi muttered. “We are in the middle of unlocking unimaginable mental power, true magic. We have potential access to sorcerers, necromancers, shamans, witches, every conceivable vessel of magic . . . and he wants creatures that suck blood and howl at the moon. We are conducting serious scientific research here, not chasing bogeymen.”

Winsloe stepped in front of Matasumi, towering six inches over him. “No, old man, you’re conducting serious scientific research here. Sondra is looking for her holy grail. And me, I’m in it for fun. But I’m also bankrolling this little project, so if I say I want to hunt a werewolf, you’d better find me one to hunt.”

“If you want to hunt a werewolf, then I’d suggest you put one in those video games of yours, because we can’t provide what doesn’t exist.”

“Oh, we’ll find something for Ty to hunt,” Bauer said. “If we can’t find one of his monsters, we’ll have Katzen summon something suitably demonic.”

“A demon?” Winsloe said. “Now that’d be cool.”

“I’m sure it would,” Bauer murmured and pushed open the door into the shaman’s former cell.

Copyright© 2002 by Kelley Armstrong
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  • Posted June 30, 2012

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    Not Nearly Enough Clay... Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    Not Nearly Enough Clay...

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    Stolen is the second installment in Kelley Armstrong’s supernatural series, Women of the Otherworld. This is a series that I didn’t think I’d like, but quickly fell in love with.

    This book starts out with Elena on her way to Pittsburgh to investigate an advertisement for information on werewolves. She has ducked out on Clay so she could handle this solo and to make sure that the pack isn’t in danger of being exposed.

    Once she gets to her appointment, she discovers they already know she’s a werewolf and have placed the ad specifically to target her. The two that set it in motion are a couple of witches, Ruth and Paige. They inform her that the werewolves are in danger along with all other supernatural beings. Rich Tycoon, Ty Winsloe, and his hired cronies are kidnapping all the creatures he can get his hands on and the wolves could be next. The witches insist Elena bring her leader to a meeting they’re having in Vermont.

    That night Elena goes for a jog and someone is following her, trying to capture her. She escapes with the help of Ruth and Paige. And after she informs her alpha, Jeremy, of what happened he sees no choice, but to attend the meeting.

    Jeremy and Elena go to the meeting and listen to what everyone has to say, but decide to eventually go off on their own to handle the threat. Clay joins them and they caravan out of town. Elena is driving solo, but gets into a wreck. Before Clay and Jeremy catch up to her, she is drugged and taken away. She has officially been stolen and thrown into the prison that even she doesn’t see how to escape from.

    I absolutely loved the predecessor to this book, Bitten, and was really excited to get to read Stolen. This one was pretty good, but I don’t think it quite lived up on Bitten though.

    This book got off to a slow start for me, but the storyline was interesting and kept me engrossed in the story. This was definitely one that I didn’t want to put down once Elena was kidnapped and the plot thickened so to speak.

    “A guitar twanged from the far-off radio. Country music. Damn. They’d resorted to torture already.”

    I think my main complaint in this book is there wasn’t nearly enough Clay in it. I was expecting the book to switch to Clay’s point of view and show when they discovered the wrecked explorer that Elena had been driving or show their attempts at finding her, but they never do. In fact the entire book is narrated by Elena. And the only time we hear from Jeremy or Clay during Elena’s captivity is when Paige pulls Elena into her body so she can talk to her alpha. So needless to say I was bummed to find out that in the next book it will start shifting to other women in the series as book three, Dime Store Magic, focuses on Paige, which is bound to have even less Clay in it….in fact, he will probably be non-existent. I’m sure it will be good once I get past the no Clay thing though.

    Stolen is a definite must read for Kelley Armstrong fans and any werewolf lover will definitely want to take a big yummy bite.

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    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 9, 2011

    exciting from beginning to end.

    I heard an interview from Dragon Page; cover to cover with the auther. I was intrigued about the series Kelley Armstrong has written. I havent found the first of the series in nook book form but jumped into the second, Stolen. I love the book. Pretty much action packed from beginning to end. There are no slow parts at all. Cant say it enough I love this book. I'm ready for the next one:)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 20, 2010

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    Clay and Elena are back

    Clay and Elena make a return in the second installment of Kelley Armstrong's "Women of the Other World" series. They are as offbeat as ever and have now made some equally offbeat friends. This second book was well more developed than the first and keeps you involved the entire time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2010

    stolen

    I related to the the female character, as she is strong as I want to be.
    Love the series and am going to read all the women of the other world books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2014

    Love this series

    Great storyline, great characters. This has been one of my favorite series to read.

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  • Posted January 2, 2014

    Good But Not Great

    I really enjoyed Bitten so I was hoping to love Stolen too. However, it took a long time for me to get into this book, I really felt ike I had to slog thru forever before I got going. I persevered though and did enjoy the ending. So I will probably give the next book in the series a shot. So all and all, worth a read but wasn't my favorite.

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  • Posted June 21, 2013

    other world

    worth reading

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    Best series ever

    Best female wolf ever

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

    Highly Enjoyable - A bit of a different look at an old legend

    The characters are great. The story is engaging. I read other books in this series before this one and it's interesting to find out how it all started with Elena and Clay.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Very Intriguing

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  • Posted December 28, 2011

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    Awesome

    Loved this 2nd book featuring Werewolves Elena, Clay & Jeremy!!!

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  • Posted January 25, 2011

    twist

    From the first book i didnt expect her to extend on the supernatural world like she did. It was an appleaseing suprise. Although i love the werewolves this added a strong twist. Although i liked the first book more it was well written and worth reading if u read the first. If u havnt go read bitten now.

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  • Posted April 29, 2010

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    An Engaging Urban Fantasy

    I love Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. This is the second book in the series, which begins with Bitten, but I find the books in the series stand alone well enough to be read out of order (although naturally you'd then encounter spoilers). I have my issues with Bitten, because I found the love interest in that book, Clay, problematic. By the time I got to this book though, it was less of an issue and isn't that germane to this book, which is a well-paced thriller/adventure with interesting takes on the different magical "races" such as werewolves, vampires, witches, sorcerers, etc. This specific book is an enjoyable, engrossing read when you want some escapist entertainment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2010

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    Original take on werewolves

    I really enjoyed the fresh take on Werewolve lore and enjoy the writing style.

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  • Posted January 15, 2010

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    Entertaining and Satisfying

    This book is very well written. It has romance, sex, drama, excitement, and keeps you turning the page. I almost couldn't put it down. I kept wanting to read "just the next page" and it turned out to be the next chapter. I enjoyed reading it and look forward to the next one. I recommend this series and also the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs

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  • Posted December 13, 2009

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    I enjoyed this book

    I have read Bitten and stolen and enjoyed both. The author has a good writing style and is easy to follow. There's a little bit of romance but not too much. In a time when the market is flooded with teen vampire stories, werewolves are a little refreshing.

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  • Posted December 5, 2009

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    great book .

    I loved bitten , stolen ,and broken . It is hard to find a book that really stays with the characters . I hated when she went off to the other world books . I bought them before I knew she had . It is so hard to find a book on the same characters in as a werewolf and not go off on some other world were everyone is something else and not just in the werewolf story line . I had bought the other books before I knew she had went off on another line . I miss the books and the way she had wrote them . Bitten was the best .

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  • Posted October 12, 2009

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    modern and fun

    Stolen is the second book in the Women of the Otherworld series. It was a lot of fun! In this story we get to meet other 'races' besides the werewolves; for instance witches and vampires. The lone female werewolf Elena, from the first book, is captured by eccentric billionaire Tyrone Winsloe. Winsloe, the head of a secret underground lab, captures these other supernatural 'races' with nefarious means in mind. He gets more that he bargained for in Elena though. She's not the type to be taken advantage of. Stolen is fast paced with fun, witty dialogue. Publisher's Weekly says, "Though the tale is pretty much a prison-break story spiffed up with magic, Armstrong leavens the narrative with brisk action and intriguing dollops of werewolf culture that suggest a complex and richly imagined anthropologic backstory." I'm really looking forward to starting the next book in this series.

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  • Posted August 8, 2009

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    One of the best series!

    Women of the Otherworld is one of my favorite series, Kelley Armstrong is by far one of my favorite authors! Coming in second to the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice.
    Kelley Armstrongs writing style is flawless. Her stories flow from start to end. I've read allot of the "newer" supernatural authors, Kelley Armstrong is probably one of the best. The entire series is GREAT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2009

    Good Series

    referred to friends

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