Bargains and Betrayals (13 to Life Series #3)

Bargains and Betrayals (13 to Life Series #3)

by Shannon Delany


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ISBN-13: 9780312609160
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/16/2011
Series: 13 to Life Series , #3
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 529,408
Product dimensions: 8.02(w) x 5.60(h) x 0.82(d)
Lexile: HL720L (what's this?)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Shannon Delany is the author of 13 to Life, Beasts and BFFs, and Secrets and Shadows. A much-abbreviated version of 13 to Life (written in just five weeks) won the grand prize in the western world's first-ever cell phone novel contest. Shannon has written stories ever since she was a child. Previously a teacher and now a farmer raising heritage livestock in upstate New York, she has always been fascinated by history, myths, legends and paranormal research.

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My cigarettes called to me, urging me to step outside, to light one smooth cylinder and suck down the richly tainted air before the autumn wind could tug it away. To breathe deep the poison that calmed me. My hand shook, fingers raking through my hair; overanalyzing our current predicament rattled my nerves.

Max, Pietr, and Cat remarked on my smoking once: how could an oborot be a smoker? How could anyone with a werewolf’s nose stand such a stink? I was, briefly, a puzzle to them.

Did I not disappear at all the right times to run beneath a moonlit sky? Did I not learn to pick out subtleties of sound and oddities of scent like the rest of them? Was I not quick on my feet and strong as a beast when I had to be?

Of course I was. I was trained by the best. Our parents built me up to be a perfect fraud—a fine work of fiction.

On the balls of my feet I descended the stairs as soft-footed as any full-blood Rusakova. At the bottom of the steps I turned, breathing deep. The mix of scent and sound told me Pietr and Cat were cloistered together in the sitting room, deep in discussion.

We lived, as my Russian predecessors would have said, like a cat and a dog—suitable in some ways but frequently quarreling and snapping at one another. I, once the domineering alpha, was now the too-human interloper skulking at the fringes of conversation until someone realized a need for my expertise.

Time spent working the black market came in handy, though I’d closed those doors as firmly as I could.

“I need to get her out,” Pietr complained. Stating the obvious was only one of his ample gifts. Still bruised, battered, and with bones reset by Wanda, the very woman we’d been going head-to-head with over Mother’s imprisonment, Pietr was healing more slowly than ever before. Faster than a simple human might, but at a pace unbearably slow for an oborot—one transformed.

We did not discuss the fact he almost died trying to keep his girlfriend free. That was the main rule Pietr, as the current and yet understated alpha of the family, enforced.

Da, Jessie should be out,” Cat agreed, and I peered around the door frame to watch a moment, patting my shirt pocket to make the cigarettes cease their insistent call.

Cat leaned over, a slender shadow stretched across the freshly repaired love seat’s arm. What any of us bled on or tore up or warred across—as a result of Pietr’s or Max’s past reckless actions or our attempts to free Mother—Pietr made sure was cleaned or repaired. He knew appearances mattered to our sister most.

Cat patted his hand. “She is only to stay there what?—a month?”

Pietr groaned and sat back in the chair, his eyes narrow as he gazed at his twin. “Da. A month. More, if she does not behave.”

“Then let her behave. Do not interfere.”

He groaned again.

“Think, Pietr.” She nudged his knee with her foot and laughed. “Think with the more proper part of your anatomy,” she teased.

He snorted.

“Do not become like Max, salivating over a girl.” Though I could not see them, I knew she rolled her eyes dramatically as she waved a hand to dismiss the idea altogether. “A month is not so long.”

“Not to you,” he said, cocking his head to examine her heart-shaped face. “Not now.”

Did she seem different to him since she’d taken the cure? Was she somehow less now she had more years to her life span? To me, she was still and always Ekaterina—Cat—beautiful and troublesome as ever. A danger to young men’s hearts … and anyone willing to try her cooking. Was there something about her my simple human senses overlooked? Something in her complexion, her carriage, her gait, her scent?

I drew back, slinking around the banister to head to the rear of the Queen Anne house we still called home, and the solitude of the back porch.

Each child in a family had a role to play; the eldest was often the leader—the alpha. For a while the role was mine. When it was necessary I shouldered the heaviest responsibility, took the greatest risks. I learned the ins and outs of the dark side of commerce. I sold my soul as much as anything on the black market to make ends meet once our parents were gone and our safety was at risk.

Everything I did, I did for them. My brothers. My sister. My family.

But the night of the twins’ seventeenth birthday—the night the Mafia came for them—they learned the truth behind all my years of deception: Although I was their brother in name, I was never their brother in blood. Therefore my usefulness was limited and officially at an end except as their legal guardian. That usefulness might yet conclude when Maximilian turned eighteen.

I froze at the back door, my hand upon the knob; the lace of the small window’s curtain teased across my fingers like an ant traipsing over the mountains my knuckles formed.

Seated on the porch, Max hung his right leg over the edge, his left tucked beneath him, so he sat near enough to shadow Amy. Her feet swung back and forth, beating an angry rhythm into the cool air, her fingers curled around the edge of the decking. Beneath the thin gloves she wore I imagined her knuckles were white in frustration.

In the yard beyond them, leaves flew and splintered in the snapping wind of approaching winter. No snow had fallen yet, but the clouds threatened daily. The earth was brown and crisp, the bright colors of autumn’s leaves dulled.

Max spoke. Amy heard, her head nodding at appropriate intervals. Max believed she was listening, but I knew better.

From her closed body language I realized he was back to the same words that had so recently made her storm away and slam the basement door in his face.

It was the discussion survivors of abuse dreaded. A discussion Max tried to have with the very best of intentions, but … how could he understand? He was the hero. She was the victim. There could be no even footing between them until she found her place in the story of her own life. Stood on her own.

Max was new; she and her abuser, Marvin Broderick, shared a past. Max had chosen to give her an option beyond her abusive boyfriend: him. She had taken it, but still she and Marvin had a connection: They shared a town, a school, and acquaintances. Her life was a daily mix of stressful decisions.

Max had difficulty understanding that. He made his choice. He did not realize she had to continue making choices moment by moment and day by day.

I considered leaving my spot inside the back door, knowing well the ground being retread.

A breeze snatched at Amy’s auburn hair, lifting it up and away from her face in snapping angles. Her eyes closed and she turned to face Max, her mouth opening to bite off a reply just as her hair struck out and blinded him.

He choked, flailed.

And made a greater ass of himself.

From the door I nearly made my presence known by snickering at him—my idiotic little brother.

Amy laughed, seeing him so off balance. She gave him a little shove, her hands flying up and shaking between them as if to say, If you weren’t sitting on top of me, you gigantic oaf …

Or perhaps that was merely my interpretation.

In the time it took to blink an eye, the heated discussion had fallen to the wayside and they had returned to what they did best together—flirting and teasing. It seemed years were added to his life just being around her.

He said something. Stupid, no doubt, and she slapped him playfully—how did she phrase it?—upside the head. I would have gladly helped put words in Max’s mouth, but it was always awkward fitting them around his foot.

He sputtered, seizing her wrist to drag her hand slowly across his stubbled jawline. In that singular moment, that heartbeat when she shivered and he straightened ever so slightly to watch her reaction, in that moment alone was more intimacy and passion than in all the flings and one-night stands he’d ever reveled in.

Priding myself a scientist of sorts, I watched their body language: her leaning toward him, falling into the shadow he cast, him rolling his shoulders forward to envelop her more completely without even raising his arms. A subtle slide of movement, a gentle curve to her posture and the rays and angles—the lines their bodies drew—the very math that existed between their two separate figures, spoke more accurately than any words in either of our first languages.

This was something stronger than anything he’d ever known—ever felt—before. Something deeper. Something new to both of them. It was love, made clear in geometric terms.

Once, in Moscow, I had been able to measure the distance from a girl’s heart to mine simply by noting the few degrees of separation between our forms, the dimensions devising our expressions. I loved that girl.

And I realized this might yet be the death of us. Not the werewolves—neither the mafiosos who called themselves werewolves nor the oboroten, living the abbreviated and violent life span that would eventually kill my siblings. Nyet. It has never truly been about werewolves, has it?

It has always been about life and death. About choices. About love and loss.

I made my choice and left Moscow. Left Nadezhda. My brothers have made theirs, so we stay in Junction.

Someday soon all our most dangerous decisions, all these choices, will catch up to us and we will drink what we have brewed—reaping and sowing not being nearly as fashionable.

Clutching the dry comfort of the cigarettes nestled in their box, my hands trembled and the doorknob squeaked.

Without even turning to face the door, Max rolled out words underpinned with the growl that had become his normal tone when mentioning or addressing me. “He’s watching us again.”

Amy peered over his shoulder and winked at me as I stepped past them on the porch and headed down the stairs to light up. “Then let’s give him something to watch,” she suggested.

Behind me, I heard him growl. She giggled when he pounced.

Perhaps leaving Nadezhda in Moscow had been a bigger mistake than I’d ever imagined. Time would surely tell, as it did in all things.


Copyright © 2011 by Shannon Delany

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Bargains and Betrayals (13 to Life Series #3) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 82 reviews.
Balina More than 1 year ago
The bargains and betrayals is definitely a must read. I have enjoyed reading this book from start to finish.
FitzyMae16 More than 1 year ago
I've never heard of this author and I was looking for something good to read and a friend recomended this book to me. When I started reading I couldn't stop!!!! I was hooked! I fell in love with Pietr and his family and I felt like I was part of the book. It draws the reader in because it's well written and the main characters are so relateable! I highly recommend it!!!!!!!!!!!!
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harstan More than 1 year ago
To protect her boyfriend Pietr the werewolf, Jessie Gilmansen does not fight those like her father and Dr. Jones who takes her to the Pecan Place mental institution. As she ponders what to do since learning her blood is a key element in controlling lycanthropy and her lifespan s diminished because of it, Jessie realizes her present abode is a dangerous asylum. Her ex boyfriend Derek the mind controller needs Jessie to spy on the Rusakova mob. Using his psychic skill, he makes her conduct surveillance though she tries not to do it. Meanwhile Pietr makes a desperation deal with the devil aka the Russian Mafia chief to free Jessie and his mother. He conceals what he has done because he believes his Jessie will angrily leave him. As the danger towards Jessie mounts with government and private entities wanting her blood, Pietr must complete his part of the contractual arrangement with the mob. The latest 13 to Life young adult urban fantasy (see Secrets and Shadows) is an exciting thriller that rotates perspective with Jessie's being the most frequent. There is a lot of violence especially against women (made more so by the age of the targeted audience) so much that the climax will have readers cheering. Fans will enjoy Jessie's saga while wondering what comes next as seemingly Pietr like Derek before him has betrayed the heroine with the special blood that is internally and externally killing her. Harriet Klausner
angee1011 on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Shannon Delany has been one of my favorite authors since I discovered her 13 to Life series. I mean, it's a love story that involves Russian werewolves! Come one, who wouldn't fall head over heels for that?! It's two of my favorite things put together. Needless to say, I love this series. I hopelessly waited for the release of the newest installment, Bargains and Betrayals. I knew it was going to be amazing, but I just didn't realize how much.If you've read the first two installments, you know that the werewolves of Junction have a certain problem with time. There's simply not enough. They need to save their Mother before time runs out. It's literally a race against the clock. So many groups of people seem to be against Jessie and the Rusakova's. And all they wait is the people they love safe and happy.Well, the third installment really broke me up inside. It's hard to watch (read?) characters you love going through so much, being held back, and getting all these mixed up signals. I definitely have got to say that the beginning just made me want to jump into this book and beat the crap out of those people at Pecan Place. BLAH! Jessie's a fighter, though. She fights for herself, for the Rusakova's, for her family, and for Pietr. Ah, Pietr. Will he ever stop being so breathtakingly amazing? (insert fan-girl sigh here) Jessie and Pietr. Well, their relationship really went through some majors things in this book. REALLY MAJOR. And now I shall not say anymore. I know! Don't you hate me? Just to clarify, if you hadn't already guessed, this book was amazing. It had its sad moments, crazy moments, lovey-dovey moments, and those always-famous-OMG-DID-THAT-JUST-HAPPEN moments. You know the moments I'm talking about. And do I have to mention that I seriously cannot wait for the next installment in this wonder, crazy series? I think not.
ShanonS on LibraryThing 11 months ago
The third book in the "13 to Life" series, "Bargains and Betrayals", did not disappoint (except for the awfully small font in my paperback copy, talk about eye strain!). This entire series is so much more than I initially thought it was going to be. It is not just a "werewolf" story, it is so much more. There are several paranormal aspects/people in this story, including zombies!!! Yes-- I said ZOMBIES! I can't even tell you how delighted I was by this. There's also the mafia, scientists and a secret government agency. Not to mention the author is single-handedly teaching me Russian, due to the amount of the character's usage of the language in the book. I totally dig it! Russian is sexy. ;) In this book, in addition to the story being told from Jessica's POV, we have Alexi's POV as well. At first, I was slightly annoyed by this only because I felt like things were too back and forth, and unsteady. But eventually it grew on me and I got over it. I see now why his perspective was necessary to the story, and I developed more of a liking for his character. In addition to Alexi, Amy's character was more involved in this book. I liked her from the beginning and I love how good of a friend she is to Jessica. Pietr's character definitely progresses in this book and he matures while having to make some tough decisions for the sake of Jessica and his family. He is definitely one of my favorite male characters of all time. I like the way Shannon Delany portrays him-- from the many ways she describes his piercing blue eyes to the description of his Russian accent. I also like the dynamic between him and Jessica. This is a couple I want things to work out for. On a side note, let me just say that whoa buddy was there a lot of sexual tension between them in this book! It almost made me uncomfortable......almost. Haha. I found that this book had some more mature situations in it than the previous ones did. While there were still several funny and sarcastic moments present (which I love, because Jessica's character is quite amusing), this third installment of "13 to Life" provides some pretty serious and sometimes awful situations. All in all, I enjoyed this book and I am quite excited for the next one. I think that we are going to get to see a lot more of Sophie's character next time around and I look forward to it, because she is awesome! I can only imagine what's going to happen in the next book after reading the dramatic ending of this one. =)
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One of my favorite books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
13 to life series are the best books I've ever read! I'm really glad everything worked out. Jessica Gillsman is a girlfriend of a frikkin' exwerewolf, I'm sooo jelous of Jessica. This bopk was really exciting. IF YOU LOVE WEREWOLVES AND ROMANCE IN THE SAME BOOK, READ THESE BOOKS!!!!
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careg More than 1 year ago
I like the first two better. It is dragging on to much for me. But i still want to read the last two books.
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II think ze book rrreally cappturres rrrussian culturre and nyet Pietrrr is not tooo deefensive or stuborrrn! He is a strrrong stuborrn rrussian
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Great read! Leaves the reader wanting more!!!!