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Christine Warren's spellbinding new series takes you into the enthralling world of The Others--mystical creatures who have long kept their true natures hidden from human eyes. Now, these werekin, shapeshifters, vampires, and witches must choose between revealing their powers or fighting a sinister sect hell-bent on their destruction…

WHEN DANGER MEETS DESIRE…
Sullivan Quinn didn't travel 3,000 miles from ...
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Christine Warren's spellbinding new series takes you into the enthralling world of The Others--mystical creatures who have long kept their true natures hidden from human eyes. Now, these werekin, shapeshifters, vampires, and witches must choose between revealing their powers or fighting a sinister sect hell-bent on their destruction…

WHEN DANGER MEETS DESIRE…
Sullivan Quinn didn't travel 3,000 miles from his native Ireland and his wolf pack just to chase rabidly after the most delectable quarry he's ever seen. Quinn is in America on a mission--to warn his Other brethren of a shadowy group willing to use murder and mayhem to bring them down. But one whiff of this Foxwoman's delicious honeysuckle fragrance and he knows that she is more than a colleague or a conquest…she is his mate.

THEY'LL DISCOVER…
Anthropologist Cassidy Poe is a world-renowned authority on social interaction, but the overpowering desire she feels around Quinn defies every ounce of her expertise. Working by his side to uncover The Others' enemies poses risks she never expected--to her own safety, to those she loves, and to her heart, as every encounter with Quinn proves more blissfully erotic than the last…

THE ANIMAL WITHIN…
Now, with no one to trust but each other, Quinn and Cassidy face a foe that's edging closer every day, threatening to destroy the life they've always known, and the passion they've just discovered…

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"Intrigue, adventure, and red-hot sexual tension." —-Julie Kenner
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429909891
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Series: Others Series , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 49,282
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


Christine Warren is the bestselling author of The Others series, including Big Bad Wolf, Born to Be Wild, Prince Charming Doesn’t Live Here, and Black Magic Woman. Born and raised in coastal New England, she now lives as a transplant in the Pacific Northwest. (She completely bypassed those states in the middle due to her phobia of being landlocked.) When not writing, she enjoys horseback riding, playing with her pets, identifying dogs from photos of their underbellies, and most of all reading things someone else had to agonize over.
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Chapter One

Honeysuckle.

The idiot attorney in the gray suit continued to natter on about something useless—-the most beneficial way to structure a retirement portfolio or some such rot—-but Sullivan Quinn had long since tuned it out. The hair on the back of his neck bristled to attention. His muscles tensed and his nostrils flared as he drank in the tormenting fragrance. Somewhere in this snugly elegant club, among these rooms full of werefolk and vampires, witches and magic-users, in the middle of a January cold snap, he could smell the sweet, elusive scent of honeysuckle vines.

And it was driving this particular werewolf out of his bloody mind.

"... lost it when the dot-com bubble burst," short, bald, and boring continued. "Really knocked me for a loop. I didn't have a bite for nearly three days."

Quinn made some sort of not even remotely sympathetic sound and breathed in deeply.

To the left.

His head snapped around, light brown eyes no doubt glowing in reflection of his intensity. He scanned the area thoroughly and tried to suppress a growl when he didn't see an obvious source of the fragrance. It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.

Maybe he'd been too long without a lover, or maybe his family was right and his hormones were telling him he was getting too old not to have a mate. Then again, maybe he'd just been sent round the bend by the corrupting influence of New York City. Whatever it was, all he knew was that he wanted that honeysuckle.

What he wouldn't give just then to be back among his own pack, where he could order the bright, intoxicating flowers brought to him like tribute.

Okay, so maybe that was a bit much. As guth of his pack, Quinn lacked the ultimate authority of Alpha, but he made up for it with a freedom and respect enjoyed by few others. Whereas Lupines deferred to the Alpha because of his power, they looked up to the guth because of the scope of his responsibilities. After all, in addition to being the pack's ambassador and negotiator, the guth was the keeper of its traditions, its histories, and its stories. He was the pack's living link to its past, as well as their insurance of a favorable future. So they might not have brought him the honeysuckle as tribute, but they would at least have let him end his current conversation without giving the impression of terminal rudeness.

"Oh, I got over it, of course. Drank three pints straight from the bags before I was fit company again," the charismaless wonder said, peppering his delivery with a few smug chuckles. "That'll teach this old vamp a new trick or two. You'll never catch me on another starvation diet!"

Quinn ignored the man's forced joviality—-which, coming from a vampire who looked like Oliver Hardy, frankly creeped him out—-and continued to search. He had to find that honeysuckle. In the last forty seconds, it had become the most important goal in his universe. Never mind that he'd flown from Ireland not two days ago to represent his country at a critical international meeting of Others, staking the honor of himself and his pack on his abilities as a diplomat. Bollocks to that. He needed those flowers.

". . . portfolio had been cursed by some old Cuban woman I bumped into at the market. Cost a fortune to have a witch break the spell, but since then things seem to be picking up steam. I've been quite pleased."

The small part of Quinn's brain that hadn't been commandeered to join the search team allowed him to respond with an eloquent grunt. Then Quinn inhaled another hint of honeyed blossoms, and that last holdout joined the search.

The Emperor of Ennui paused for breath and swirled his glass of watered-down bourbon. "But that's enough about me—-"

"Yes," Quinn agreed. The hell with good manners. He had more important things to concentrate on, like giving in to the compulsion to follow his nose and leaving Sir Stultifying to yammer away at thin air.

He wove his way through the crowd of people gathered to welcome him and his fellow European representatives to America, ignoring every single one of them. Right then and for the first time in his life, he didn't care about his standing in diplomatic circles, about the long history of his family as ambassadors among the Others, about his reputation as a man who helped ease the way of his people into the future while keeping alive the stories of their traditions past.

Bugger all of that. He ignored the men who knew him and the women who wanted to and the important figures he'd come all this way to meet. He kept his attention focused straight ahead and followed the beckoning tendril of scent like a man in the desert followed a mirage. Single-mindedly. And hungrily.

He forgot about being a dignitary, forgot about being a guest, even forgot about being an Irishman. Christ, what had gotten into him? He knew the very thing that made him good at his job was that he always kept his cool, no matter how provoking the circumstances. He'd never have made an effective guth otherwise. Yet here he was, and there his cool went.

He continued to wonder about it even as the lingering scent drew him like a ring through his nose among the crowds that milled in the hall. There seemed to be folk everywhere, walking in and out of rooms, talking, laughing, and interacting with a tranquillity that the uninitiated might have found astonishing. After all, in a room full of predators, someone usually had to be the prey.

At one time that might have been true, and on more than one occasion Quinn had longed to return to the old ways—-usually after settling a mind-numbingly unimportant dispute between packs. But just as the humans had evolved from Vikings to crusaders to frantic missile-defense builders, so too had the Others of the world evolved. They'd learned many centuries ago that to fight among themselves merely gave the humans an advantage in fighting them as well. For some, a common enemy made for as solid a truce as a common goal.

For once, though, Quinn's mind was not on the politics of truces or enemies or common goals. It wasn't on the advice his father had given him the day he'd taken over as guth: Always keep his wits about him, no matter what the distraction, no matter how strong the temptation. No, every brain cell he had, be it manly or bestial, had fixed on the sunshine yellow of honeysuckle flowers and the sweet taste of their nectar. He needed a sip. Now.

The mysterious scent maddened him, strong one moment, fleeting the next. Bloody hell, less than forty-eight hours in the country and he'd already developed an obsession. No wonder his pack had jokingly told him New York City would drive a good Irishman mad. They could be right.

Up.

Upupup.

His gaze shot toward the ceiling, as if he expected to see leafy green tendrils twining their way down from the chandeliers. Instead, he blinked up at lovely, white plasterwork like a drooling moron.

"Quinn."

He grunted something unintelligible—-well, unintelligible to all but another Lupine—-and continued to stare.

"Quinn!"

The growl in that repetition got his attention, and Quinn lowered his gaze from the ceiling of the main hall of the Vircolac Club to the curious face of Tobias Walker, a master of bad timing and representative of his host pack, the Silverback Clan. From the moment of their first meeting thirtysome hours before, they'd fallen into the easy and insulting rapport of good friends or bad brothers.

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "If you're looking for the security cameras, buddy, you're not going to find them. Logan Hunter installed them himself before he moved up north. The security here is top-notch."

"Fascinating, I'm sure," Quinn said, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. "But I'm really rather busy at the moment, Walker. I'll buy you a pint later and let you bend my ear as long as you please. Now, if you'll excuse me—-"

He had barely turned toward the stairs before Tobias caught his shoulder and spun him back around. "Not so fast, Quinn. I didn't come over here to chat about the weather. I'm playing messenger."

Quinn barely paused. "Then tell your message-giver that I'm unavailable for the next little while, will you, boyo? I've more important things to see to at the moment."

"Afraid I can't do that, pal. This is business."

Shite.

Quinn bit back the curse. Of all the bloody times for someone to remind him of his duties. It served as yet more proof that God must hate him.

"What type of business?"

"The type you came here for."

Just then, Quinn spotted the stairway, half-concealed around a corner, and wanted to howl at the injustice. He knew that was where the honeysuckle was leading him, and he couldn't get to it. In a minute, someone was going to dangle a raw porterhouse in front of his nose and then tell him it wasn't time for dinner. He just knew it.

He rounded on Tobias, eyes blazing with frustration. "D'you think you might be a tad more specific, lad?"

"Lad? What the hell has gotten into you?" Tobias paused only long enough to hear Quinn's snarl before he snapped back. "Whatever it is, don't bite the messenger, Cujo. Adele Berry has asked to meet you."

The name pierced Quinn's distraction. "Berry? She sounds familiar, but I can't—-"

"She holds a seat on the Council's Inner Circle."

"Shitepissbollocksfuck."

"That's the spirit." Tobias clapped one hand on the other man's shoulder and turned him back toward the club's enormous ballroom. The room he'd just left. Because it was in the opposite direction of his honeysuckle flowers. "She's holding court near the champagne fountain. You're just gonna love her."

Grinding his teeth to sand, Quinn shrugged the hand off his shoulder and headed resentfully in the indicated direction. "Certainly I will. I can tell from the sugared tone of your voice that I shall treasure this experience for all time."

"You'll certainly remember it for all time. No one forgets their first meeting with Dame Adele."

"Dame Adele?"

Glancing briefly backward, Quinn caught the uncomfortable expression that passed across Tobias's face.

"Yeah," the American said, "you might not want to call her that . . . you know, to her face."

"Why, thank you, Tobias. I'm not certain I would have worked that one out for myself."

"I'm here to help."

"And why don't you help yourself to a silver suppository, you supercilious Yank bast—-"

"Good evening, young man."

If Quinn clenched his teeth any harder, he'd wind up having them removed from his sinuses.

Turning his back to the Lupine he'd like to strangle, he blew out a slow breath and pasted a charming smile on his face for the small, elegant woman seated before him. After all, she might have bad timing, but business was business.

"Ma'am," he said, taking her frail, soft hand in his and evaluating her at a glance. She had the look of an aged Audrey Hepburn and the bearing of Queen Victoria. "Sullivan Quinn. I'm honored to be making your acquaintance."

"Indeed, Mr. Quinn, I know quite well who you are." She had the imperious tone used only by royalty or three-year-olds. Even he would be hard-pressed to match her for arrogance. "I am Adele Berry, one of the organizers of this little soirée and of your visit here to the United States. I know everything there is to know about you."

Quinn straightened to his full height and fought to keep his hackles from rising. He had been brought up to respect his elders. Right up until the day he could best them in a fight. "Now that would be an impressive achievement, ma'am, and one I'd be curious to know the trick of."

She stared at him from surprisingly dark and canny eyes. "I didn't get to be where I am by revealing my tricks, Mr. Quinn. Nor did I ask the Silverback to introduce us so we could make small talk about your ignorance."

His breath hissed in so loudly, he knew she must have heard it. She just chose to ignore it.

"I required an introduction," she said, straightening her impeccable posture even further, hands folded delicately over the handle of a silver-hilted cane. "I required an introduction because I want to know if the rumors I've heard about your planned speech before the Council might possibly be true."

Quinn bit back an impatient retort and searched for a conciliatory answer. When that didn't work, he searched for civility. "As I'm not privy to such rumors, having only arrived in New York two short days ago, I can't speculate on the truth of them, ma'am."

"Kindly do not play word games with me, young man. I asked you a question, and I expect a direct and concise answer."

At any other time, he would have been amused by this old woman with an attitude from hell and the manners to match, but not tonight. His nerves were on edge, his trousers were tightening, his mind was distracted, and his beast was yanking at the reins in an attempt to get free and get to the source of the floral sweetness in the air.

"No, you didn't, ma'am. You issued a command, which I'm sure is something you're quite accustomed to doing, but to which I am not accustomed to responding."

He watched those dark eyes narrow and struggled to keep the snarl off his face. No matter what his instincts screamed, this woman was not issuing him a challenge. He couldn't let himself treat her by the rules of Lupine society, even if Lupine society would have allowed him to pin her to the floor and clamp his teeth around her jugular.

"Young man, I am a member of the Council of Others."

She fairly radiated elegant outrage, but Quinn remained unswayed. The anger of being torn from his flower hunt helped sustain his resistance.

"I have been weighing the fate of the folk in this city for more than fifty years, be they shifter or vampire, witch or changeling. I am an elder in this community, and I am entitled to an answer. I am entitled to know if you will announce to the Council that your delegation is planning to reveal the existence of our kind to human society."

"With all due respect, ma'am, you will have that answer the minute I give it before the Council."

"I am not inclined to wait!"

"And I am not inclined to humor an old woman with inflated senses of entitlement!" The reply came out as a roar before he could stop it, though his teeth clacked together in the attempt.

That quite likely hadn't been the wisest move of his political career. He had spent a lot of time before flying to the United States finding out everything he needed to know about the Council of Others, and he'd read several indications that Adele Berry and the Council were twined together tighter than braided silk. For more than four decades, her voice had influenced the body that governed the activities of every nonhuman citizen of the greater Manhattan and tristate areas. She was not a woman to dismiss lightly.

Quinn took a deep breath and tried again. This was not one of his pack, he reminded himself as he attempted to pry his jaws apart. In fact, she wasn't even Lupine; he could smell that much. Actually, he thought, pausing to inhale, she smelled—-

"Young man . . ."

—-like rose and earth and the faintest trace of warm honeysuckle vines.

Honeysuckle.

Quinn froze, nose locked on target like a dog on point, and breathed in deeply.

Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be fucked—-

PLUCKED, he corrected himself, ready to be plucked.

"Young man, I demand an explanation of this discourtesy!"

Adele's voice rang brittle and strident in his ears, and he couldn't have cared less. One more, deep sniff told him his honeysuckle flower had been here before she disappeared. She had been near this woman, maybe even hugged her, and her scent led directly away from the grande dame and toward the hallway stair.

"Pardon," he growled, already turning and moving toward the door. "It's the Irish in me. Not a civilized bone in our bodies. Ask a Brit."

He didn't stick around to see her jaw snap shut, but he wouldn't have cared if he had. He was too busy licking his chops and grinning the grin of a big, bad wolf.

A wolf with a taste for honey.

Copyright © 2006 by Christine Warren

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    terrific paranormal romantic suspense fantasy

    As his pack¿s Guth (negotiator-ambassador) Sullivan Quinn crosses the Atlantic from Ireland to warn his American brothers that a secret group employing assassins is committing genocide against the Other werewolves. He does not know much about this dangerous group, but they are hunting down his people. --- Sullivan misses his home and his pack especially while listening to the drone vampire lawyer who could have been a double for Oliver Hardy that is he yearned for Ireland until he sniffs the honeysuckle odor of an American Foxwoman. He wants her and realizes that it is more than just the heat is on as he has finally met his mate for life, world renowned anthropologist Cassidy Poe, who feels the same way about the Irishman who has entered her life. Cassidy is confused as her lust at first sight and second, third, etc. goes against her theories on social interaction, but she knows her desire for Quinn is palatable and supersedes everything. That is everything until she realizes the danger to her loved ones she and Quinn must team up to save those they cherish because the enemy is stalking them and someone within their inner sanctum is a Quisling rat helping their deadly foes. ---- WOLF AT THE DOOR is a terrific paranormal romantic suspense fantasy that makes believers out of the audience from the start when Sullivan fails to listen to the babble of the vampire because he sniffs the 3 F¿s (Femininity, fertility, and F***ability). The relationship between Sullivan and Cass is deftly developed with danger lurking everywhere and threatening not just their lives, but their love. Fans will take immense delight with this terrific thriller and want Others to star in future novels. --- Harriet Klausner

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2013

    Dawne

    I don't understand how this can be the first book in the series and have Missy in it as the luna, when she doesn't meet and hook up with graham until book 8. I wish someone would put these books in the proper reading order.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 27, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Loved it!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2011

    Good read

    this is realy the 2nd book of the other series it talks about how the made the decision to reveal them selves to humans. I have to say I've read many dif series and this is the first where the only difference between them and humans is minimal they age and die just like any human. So I guess that makes them more normal.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

    Wolf at the Door

    If you like books that take off as soon as you start reading them this book is for you. I loved that Foxy little Cassidy was being changed by Quinn the wolf & once he catches her but not really catches her the chase is really on. My imagination ran wild with this one & it definately got my heart rate up.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2009

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    The Others Rock!!

    I absolutely loved this book,Warren always writes something just so out there that just takes you to another world. great book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    Gets your engine revving and thought gears...well...in gear, a good book but like every good book, has something small missing.

    A overall good story with were-characters you can reach out and touch and a good plot of whether things that grow fangs in night and "supposedly" prey on bloody mary's...literally, should come out in the open. Christine Warren really keeps the reader engaged in this book with her hot suspense and the creeping romance...er..well, other way around. Her characters are well developed and leaves you angrily debating their side or another's side while supplying enough romance to feed a hormonal craving diet. Cutting things short, This book should be kept in everyone's romance list. But As an opinionated reader, I find that this book has a very abrupt conclusion. The ending of the book just pops out at you and leaves you hanging, while your scratching your head trying to figure out who stole the last couple pages of your book. I compliment this book as an outstanding read regardless and leaves you craving for her next novel like the inner were-person you are. Keep it up Ms Warren.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2014

    Paranormal, Romance, Shifters, Nook

    Anything from Christine Warren is gotta be good but this one ROCKS! What's not to like about a Shifter Romance with lots of chemistry??!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2014

    Awsome

    This is the second time I have read this book. I enjoyed it
    the first time I read it. The second time through was just as enjoyable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    Loved!

    This was a great read. I highly recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2013

    Meh

    Not badly written, but I couldn't ever warm to Quinn and his honeysuckle obsession. I mean, really, honeysuckle irresistible to a wolf? I don't think so.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2012

    May not finish this one

    Blah, blah, blah... I am 82 pages in and don't think i will get much further. The writing sucks, the pace is slow, muddled and drones uselessly. I would love to see if the tone changes now that all the babble is exhausted and exhausting but i... just... can't.

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  • Posted March 21, 2012

    Great Story. Original Concepts.

    I was looking for a supernatural romance author to add to my list of favorites. Love this series. The characters are engaging and the story line has enough action to be entertaining.

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  • Posted January 17, 2012

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    Howling good read

    This first installment in Christine Warren’s “The Other” series is chock full of laughs and one very sexy wolf.
    Quinn is by far one of my favorite werewolf heroes of all time. He is extremely funny and definitely knows how to treat his mate Cassidy. I can’t get enough of his way of wording things either.
    Cassidy is a feisty foxwoman who is a perfect match for this Irish wolf. She makes a good effort at keeping her distance, but who could resist a charmingly handsome wolf who would do anything for his mate. They were both great together and I could really feel the chemistry coming off the pages.
    This story had some action in it as well and a bit of a mystery. I really liked seeing the characters work together in order to save not only themselves, but friends and loved ones from the schemes of one nasty foe.
    For a great read with a new type of shifter to read about check out Christine Warren’s “Wolf at the Door”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2010

    Good Read

    This is the first book by this author that I have read. I enjoyed it and will defintely be looking for more by her. Liked the characters and the story.

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  • Posted April 19, 2010

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    7 out of 10

    It took a while for me to get in to the book. Even the initial contact between the two main characters kind of bothered me. Quinn seemed really stalker-ish. Given enough time, I found that not to be the case, but that initial feeling was uncomfortable.

    I felt that plot took a distant second place after a while. Or maybe I misunderstood the plot. Which is very possible! They have to find who is trying to "out" the Others before they do, and it felt slow getting to the finding part. In fact, I don't even know if they did find the who/what. They found the root cause, just not the who/what [does that make sense? you're probably staring at this thinking "what the hell are you talking about crazy:]. wAt this point, I keep telling myself.. who cares? They got to the root of it, what more do you need? But I felt like this whole time I wanted to know who the puppet was and I all I got was a sort of puppeteer. Maybe I need to re-read the last few pages to make sure I'm not being an idiot.

    The only honest and true complaint I have is that the resolution to the conflict of exposure ended too suddenly for it to be normal. But the ending for me is huge. I understand the need for the fluff at the end, but nothing is wrapped up in neat little packages in real life, and I just feel that books should portray that sometimes [yes... i know it's not real, but for it to be relatively believable even in a fictional world, I don't like neat endings--that's one reason I hate chick flicks:].

    BUT! Christine Warren's writing was great! Most of it flowed together flawlessly [I say mostly, because as with all books, some sentences had to be re-read several times to understand what she was saying]. Their romance, though it had a rough start... a really awkward rough start, it was believable. Some parts were fluffed, but whatever. I could believe that they actually had a connection to each other. Their foreplay and/or sexual encounters were.... awesome! Very blush worthy if someone catches you reading those pages. ;)-

    to read the whole review, go to: booksinchains[dot]blogspot[dot]com

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2009

    Wolf at the Door by Christine Warren

    Didn't enjoy this book and writer as much as others dealing with the paranormal. Love scenes not quite "steamy" or "sizzling" enough for me.

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  • Posted June 29, 2009

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    Love this series!

    I totally love this series and the introduction of different "beings" in each and every book. This one makes me want to howl in pleasure!

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  • Posted March 24, 2009

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    Loved It!

    I absolutely love every book I have read so far by Christine Warren. Her stories are original, and the fast moving plots keep me drawn in so that I find it hard to put the book down. I love the Others series, I am in the process of collecting them all, and they will be a permanent part of my library.

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  • Posted March 10, 2009

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    Wolf at the Door

    I couldn't put it down. It's sexy, witty, and very intriguing. It has so many fascinating creatures. It grabs you and never lets you go. I wanted more.

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