Blood Price (Blood Books Series #1)

Blood Price (Blood Books Series #1)

by Tanya Huff

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It began with blood and death amid the streets of late-night Toronto. Vicki Nelson, formerly of Toronto's homicide detail, now a private investigator, witnessed the first attack by the force of dark magic that would soon wreak its reign of terror on the unsuspecting city. And as death followed unspeakable death, Vicki became more and more deeply enmeshed in an investigation which would see her renewing her stormy relationship with her former police partner, Mike Celluci, even as she teamed up with writer Henry Fitzroy, in a desperate attempt to track down the source of the seemingly unstoppable attacks. For Fitzroy, the illegitimate son of Henry VIII, had knowledge of realms beyond the mortal acquired over the centuries during which he'd mastered his own insatiable needs - the life-from-death cravings of a vampire.

Henry Fitzroy had long since learned to survive without killing, learned the skills needed to blend in with the human race. But unless he, Vicki, and Mike could find the key to conquering the magic-raised menace stalking the streets of Toronto, Fitzroy's true identity might soon be exposed and his life might prove forfeit to the uncontrollable fears of humankind. And without Henry Fitzroy, mere mortals like Vicki and Mike would not long survive against the ancient force of chaos that had been loosed on their world.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780886774714
Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
Publication date: 11/01/1993
Series: Blood Books Series , #1
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 272
Product dimensions: 4.34(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.75(d)

About the Author

Tanya Huff may have left Nova Scotia at three, and has lived most of her life since in Ontario, but she still considers herself a Maritimer. On the way to the idyllic rural existence she shares with her partner Fiona Patton, six cats, and a chihuahua, she acquired a degree in Radio and Television Arts from Ryerson Polytechnic-an education she was happy to finally use while writing her recent Smoke novels. Of her previous twenty-three books, the five-Blood Price, Blood Trail, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt-featuring Henry Fitzroy, bastard son of Henry VIII, romance writer, and vampire are among the most popular.

Tanya Huff may have left Nova Scotia at three, and has lived most of her life since in Ontario, but she still considers herself a Maritimer. On the way to the idyllic rural existence she shares with her partner Fiona Patton, six cats, and a chihuahua, she acquired a degree in Radio and Television Arts from Ryerson Polytechnic—an education she was happy to finally use while writing her recent Smoke novels. Of her previous twenty-three books, the five—Blood Price, Blood Trail, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt—featuring Henry Fitzroy, bastard son of Henry VIII, romance writer, and vampire are among the most popular.

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IAN SHOVED HIS HANDS deep in his pockets and scowled down the length of the empty subway platform. His hands were freezing, he was in a bitch of a bad mood, and he had no idea why he’d agreed to meet Coreen at her apartment. All things considered, neutral ground might have been a better idea. He shifted his scowl to the LED clock hanging from the ceiling. 12:17. Thirteen minutes to get from Eglinton West to Wilson Station, six blocks worth of bus ride, and then a three block run to Coreen’s. It couldn’t be done.
I’m going to be late. She’s going to be pissed. And there goes our chance to make up. He sighed. It had taken two hours of arguing on the phone to get her to agree to a meeting. Maintaining a relationship with Coreen might be time- consuming, but it sure as hell wasn’t boring. Lord, but the woman had a temper. . . . His lips curled up into a smile almost without him willing the motion; the flip side of that temper made all the effort of staying on the roller coaster worthwhile. The smile broadened. Coreen packed a lot of punch for a woman barely five foot two.
He glanced up at the clock again.
Where the hell was the train?
Be there by 12:30 or forget it, she’d said, completely ignoring the fact that on Sunday the Toronto Transit Commission, the ubiquitous TTC, drastically cut back on the number of trains and at this hour he’d be lucky to get the last one they ran.
Looking at the bright side, when he finally got there, given the time of night and the fact that they both had an eight o’clock class, he’d have to stay over. He sighed. If she’ll even let me into her apartment.
He wandered down to the southernmost end of the platform and peered into the tunnel. No sign of lights, but he could feel wind against his face and that usually meant the train wasn’t far. He coughed as he turned away. It smelled like something had died down there; smelled like it did at the cottage when a mouse got between the walls and rotted.
“Big mother of a mouse,” he muttered, rubbing his fist against his nose. The stench caught in his lungs and he coughed again. It was funny the tricks the mind played; now that he was aware of it, the smell seemed to be getting stronger.
And then he heard what could only be footsteps coming up the tunnel, out of the darkness. Heavy footsteps, not at all like a worker hurrying to beat the train after a day’s overtime, nor like a bum staggering for the safety of the platform. Heavy footsteps, purposefully advancing toward his back.
Ian gloried in the sharp terror that started his heart thudding in his chest and trapped his breath in his throat. He knew very well that when he turned, when he looked, the explanation would be prosaic, so he froze and enjoyed the unknown while it remained unknown, delighted in the adrenaline rush of fear that made every sense more alive and made the seconds stretch to hours.
He didn’t turn until the footsteps moved up the half dozen cement stairs and onto the platform.
Then it was too late.
He almost didn’t have time to scream.
Tucking her chin down into her coat—it might be April but it was still damp and cold, with no sign of spring—Vicki Nelson stepped off the Eglinton bus and into the subway station.
“Well, that was a disaster,” she muttered. The elderly gentleman who had exited the bus right behind her made an inquiring noise. She turned a bland stare in his general direction, then picked up her pace. So I’m not only “lousy company, and so uptight I squeak,” but I also talk to myself. She sighed. Lawrence was pretty, but he wasn’t her type. She hadn’t met a man who was her type since she’d left the police force eight months before. I should’ve known this was going to happen when I agreed to go out with a man significantly better looking than I am. I don’t know why I accepted the invitation.
That wasn’t exactly true; she’d accepted the invitation because she was lonely. She knew it, she just had no intention of admitting it.
She was halfway down the first set of stairs leading to the southbound platform when she heard the scream. Or rather the half-scream. It choked off in mid-wail. One leap took her to the first landing. From where she stood, she could see only half of each platform through the glass and no indication of which side the trouble was on. The south was closer, faster.
Bounding down two, and then three steps at a time she yelled, “Call the police!” Even if no one heard her, it might scare off the cause of the scream.
Nine years on the force and she’d never used her gun. She wanted it now. In nine years on the force she’d never heard a scream like that.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the more rational part of her brain shrieked. “You don’t have a weapon! You don’t have backup! You don’t have any idea of what’s going on down there! Eight months off the force and you’ve forgotten everything they ever taught you! What the hell are you trying to prove?”
Vicki ignored the voice and kept moving. Maybe she was trying to prove something. So what.
When she exploded out onto the platform, she immediately realized she’d chosen the wrong side and for just an instant, she was glad of it.
A great spray of blood arced up the orange tiles of the station wall, feathering out from a thick red stream to a delicate pattern of crimson drops. On the floor below, his eyes and mouth open above the mangled ruin of his throat, lay a young man. No: the body of a young man.
The dinner she’d so recently eaten rose to the back of Vicki’s throat, but walls built during the investigations of other deaths slammed into place and she forced it down.
The wind in the tunnel began to pick up and she could hear the northbound train approaching. It sounded close.
Sweet Jesus, that’s all we need. At 12:35 on a Sunday night it was entirely possible that the train would be nearly empty, no one would get off, and no one would notice the corpse and the blood-spattered wall down at the southernmost end of the northbound platform. Given the way of the world, however, it was more likely that a group of children and a little old lady with a weak heart would pile out of the last carriage and come face- to- face with the staring eyes and mutely screaming mouth of a fresh corpse.
Only one solution presented itself.
The roar of the train filled the station as, heart pounding and adrenaline singing in her ears, Vicki leapt down onto the southbound tracks. The wooden step over the live rail was too far away, almost centered in the line of concrete pillars, so she jumped, trying not to think of the however many million volts of electricity the thing carried turning her to charcoal. She tottered for a moment on the edge of the divider, cursing her full- length coat and wishing she’d worn a jacket, and then, although she knew it was the stupidist thing she could do, she looked toward the oncoming train.
How did it get so close? The light was blinding, the roar deafening. She froze, caught in the glare, sure that if she continued she’d fall and the metal wheels of the beast would cut her to shreds.
Then something man- height flickered across the northbound tunnel. She didn’t see much, just a billowing shadow, black against the growing headlight, but it jerked her out of immobility and down onto the track.
Cinders crunched under her boots, metal rang, then she had her hands on the edge of the platform and was flinging herself into the air. The world filled with sound and light and something brushed lightly against her sole.
Her hands were sticky, covered with blood, but it wasn’t hers and at the moment that was all that mattered. Before the train stopped, she’d flung her coat over the body and grabbed her ID.
The center-man stuck his head out.
Vicki flipped the leather folder in his direction and barked, “Close the doors! Now!”
The doors, not quite open, closed.
She remembered to breathe again and when the center-man’s head reappeared, snapped, “Have the driver get the police on the radio. Tell them it’s a 10-33 . . . never mind what that means!” She saw the question coming. “They’ll know! And don’t forget to tell them where it is.” People had done stupider things in emergencies. As he ducked back into the train, she looked down at her card case and sighed, then lifted one gory finger to push her glasses back up her nose. A private investigator’s ID meant absolutely nothing in a case like this, but people responded to the appearance of authority, not the particulars.
She moved a little farther from the body. Up close, the smell of blood and urine—the front of the boy’s jeans was soaked—easily overcame the metallic odors of the subway. A lone face peered out through the window of the closest car. She snarled at it and settled down to wait.
Less than three minutes later, Vicki heard the faint sound of sirens up on the street. She almost cheered. It had been the longest three minutes of her life.
She’d spent them thinking, adding together the spray of blood and the position of the body and not liking the total.
Nothing that she knew of could strike a single blow strong enough to tear through flesh like tissue paper and fast enough that the victim had no time to struggle. Nothing. But something had.
And it was down in the tunnels.
She twisted until she could see into the darkness beyond the end of the train. The hair on the back of her neck rose. What did the shadows hide, she wondered. Her skin crawled, not entirely because of the cold. She’d never considered herself an overly imaginative woman and she knew the killer had to be long gone, but something lingered in that tunnel.
The distinctive slam of police boots against tile brought her around, hands held carefully out from her sides. Police called to a violent murder, finding someone covered in blood standing over the body, could be excused if they jumped to a conclusion or two.
The situation got chaotic for a few minutes, but fortunately four of the six constables had heard of “Victory” Nelson and after apologies had been exchanged all around, they got to work.
“. . . my coat over the body, had the driver call the police, and waited.” Vicki watched Police Constable West scribbling madly in his occurrence book and hid a grin. She could remember being that young and that intense. Barely. When he looked up, she nodded at the body and asked, “Do you want to see?”
“Uh, no!” After a second he added, a little sheepishly, “That is, we shouldn’t disturb anything before homicide gets here.”
Homicide. Vicki’s stomach lurched and her mood nosedived. She’d forgotten she wasn’t in charge. Forgotten she was nothing more than a witness—first on the scene and that only because she’d done some pretty stupid things to get there. The uniforms had made it seem like old times but homicide . . . her department. No, not hers any longer. She pushed her glasses up her nose with the back of her wrist.
PC West, caught staring, dropped his gaze in confusion. “Uh, I don’t think anyone would mind if you cleaned the blood off your hands.”
“Thanks.” Vicki managed a smile but ignored the unasked question. How well she could see, or how little she could see, was nobody’s business but hers. Let another round of rumors start making its way through the force. “If you wouldn’t mind grabbing a couple of tissues out of my bag. . . .”
The young constable dipped a tentative hand into the huge black leather purse and actually looked relieved when he removed it holding the tissue and still in possession of all his fingers. Vicki’s bag had been legendary throughout Metro and the boroughs.
Most of the blood on her hands had dried to reddish brown flakes and the little that hadn’t the tissue merely smeared around. She scrubbed at it anyway, feeling rather like Lady Macbeth.
“Destroying the evidence?’’
Celluci, she thought. They had to send Celluci. That bastard always walked too quietly. She and Mike Celluci had not parted on the best of terms but, by the time she turned to face him, she managed to school her expression.
“Just trying to make life more difficult for you.” The voice and the smile that went with it were patently false.
He nodded, an overly long curl of dark brown hair falling into his face. “Always the best idea to play to your strengths.” Then his eyes went past her to the body. “Give your statement to Dave.” Behind him, his partner waved two fingers. “I’ll talk to you later. This your coat?”
“Yeah, it’s mine.” Vicki watched him lift the edge of the blood-soaked fabric and knew that for the moment nothing existed for him but the body and its immediate surroundings. Although their methods differed, he was as intense in the performance of his duties as she was—had been, she corrected herself silently—and the undeclared competition between them had added an edge to many an investigation. Including a number neither of them were on.
She unclenched her jaw and, still scrubbing at her hands, followed Dave Graham a few meters up the platform.
Dave, who had been partnered with Mike Celluci for only a month when Vicki left the force and the final screaming match had occurred, smiled a little self- consciously and said, “How about we just do this by the book?”
Vicki released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Sure, that’d be fine.” Taking refuge from emotions in police procedure—a worldwide law enforcement tradition.


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Blood Price 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 53 reviews.
paizley More than 1 year ago
The main character, Vicki Nelson, is an ex-cop turned private investigator with poor vision and an extremely quick mind. Henry Fitzroy is the illegitimate son of Henry the VIII and a vampire. I found this first novel, in the Blood Series, somewhat slow when getting to know the characters but once you understood Vicki and what she was about the story took off. First books in a series always seem this way to me. Henry, also, became more interesting as you learned of his past and a little of what he was like in his youth. The developing love triangle between Henry, Vicki, and Mike will complicate the characters personal lives in stories to come. The antagonist, Norman Birdwell, came across week, non-threatening and a somewhat boring character. It seems not much time was spent in developing his character. However, Blood Price, is well worth your time.
Kirynai More than 1 year ago
I am ecstatic to see this in eBook format. Thank you Penguin! My paper copy is in too poor shape to read often anymore as it is just over 20 years old. I love this series. It will be good to get reacquainted with old friends =) As for the author and story, I love Ms. Huff's writing and the sense of humor she builds into it. Yes, the intro to the characters takes a little bit of time. It is well worth the investment for the rest of this book and the rest of the series. With a kick-butt-and-take-names ex-cop heroine, a vampire with a wry wit and sense of refinement and a host of other characters the series is definitely engaging. Would I compare this to Laurell K. or Charlene Harris? Not really. This series and the 3 (at the time) books of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles really got me hooked into the genre.
HuntressReviews More than 1 year ago
Victoria “Vicki” Nelson had recently been diagnosed with Retintis Pigmentosa. She is slowly going blind. She already has no vision at night. Unable to settle for a desk job, Vicki turned in her badge at the Criminal Investigations Bureau of Toronto. Though Vicki no longer works in Homicide, she cannot give up investigating; therefore, Vicki is now a private investigator. Bodies drained of blood are beginning to show up around the area. Coreen Fergus is the girlfriend of one of the victims. The newspapers have been claiming that a vampire is the cause of the recent murders and Coreen agrees. Vicki is hired to investigate the death of her boyfriend, find proof that a vampire killed him, and to eliminate the threat. Vicki takes the case. The facts do point to a vampire, but the creatures are only a myth. Vicki figures that Coreen simply needs closure, so she would find out who killed the boyfriend of her client. But Vicki’s world tilts when she finds a vampire standing over the latest body. Henry Fitzroy was born in the sixteenth century and raised a good Catholic. He is the illegitimate son of Henry VIII. When Vicki finds him with the killer’s latest victim, he has two choices: Kill Vicki or talk to her. Surprisingly, it does not take Vicki long to accept that the impossible is actually possible. Henry is a vampire. Vampires do not want mortals to know they exist. This means Henry wants the killer stopped. Permanently. Working together, Henry and Vicki discover that the killer is a demon feeding. To stop the demon, they must find the mortal summoning it. Homicide Detective Michael “Mike” Celluci had not wanted Vicki to leave the police force, but he also understood why she did. They had four years of friendship and occasionally slept together. Vicki had acted as Mike’s safety valve and he had done the same for her. The situation has changed; however, being there for each other does not need to. And even though Vicki is now a civilian, she is still a valuable resource and highly respected by most in the force. If Mike cannot keep Vicki from snooping around, then he can at least help her and keep her safe. As for the new man in her life, Henry, Mike does not like him at all. **** FOUR STARS! An excellent beginning to the Blood Series. I would have given the story five stars had there not been to many typos. (At least in the Kindle version I purchased the typos are everywhere.) The three main characters are Vicki, Henry, and Mike. The villain in this first story is a demon. It will be interesting to see whether each story has a different paranormal creature or not. According to the book cover, this series has been made into a television show called Blood Ties. (I do not know if it is still aired though.) From what I can gather, the Blood Series is six books long. The first five titles are available in print and electronic formats; however, the sixth title is paperback only. (At the time of this review.) That last book is simply a collection of short stories. The only short story not in the sixth book is in the anthology titled A Girl’s Guide to Guns and Monsters. Tanya Huff has a creative writing style that is also easy to read. All character backgrounds are well developed. Each of the three main characters has unique personalities and their own set of quirks and pet peeves. I can only hope that the rest of the series is this fantastic! **** Reviewed by Detra Fitch of Huntress Reviews
AWalls More than 1 year ago
I didn't think it was very original. Plot easily guessed. It took me longer than normal to read this series than others. Even the TV show didn't stick around!
corrie_s More than 1 year ago
It was good but there were some parts that were boring ! Its not the easiest book to follow either because it should be a little bit more dramatic.
riverwillow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was an interesting read, like the Dresden novels I saw the television series before reading the books, which is an unusual way for me to find a series. The relationships between the central characters are fascinating and I love the idea of a tudor vampire living in a condo in contemporary Toronto.
malcontentdiary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first novel in what is probably my favorite urban fantasy series - great heroine, great vampire, and great stories. The series gets better as it goes along, too.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Like the books by Hamilton and Harris and Harrison, these are urban fantasies featuring smexy vampires and featuring a female protagonist. (Although in this case the story is told through rotating third person, not first person narration.) In this case it's Vicky Nelson--former Toronto police officer turned private detective--and going blind. I liked Vicky's partners in her investigations very much: Her former police detective partner, Mike Celluci and Henry Fitzroy, 450 year old vampire, illegitimate son of Henry VIII--oh, and a writer of bodice-ripper historical romance novels. They three of them play off each other well. I have a friend who put this book down from the first scene. She thought Vicky acted recklessly and stupidly. I frankly didn't notice, even though I can understand that reaction--and Vicky definitely has issues. I liked this book though. The Blood books are not particularly innovative or imaginative--these are traditional vampires. The villain in this book was one-dimensional. The prose is clean and readable though even if not extraordinary. But as urban fantasy comfort food, I found the books in this five-book series enjoyable. (There is a related trilogy focused on Tony Foster, a character in this novel, but I just didn't find him a compelling enough character to hold me.)
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
does show some age but an excellent read. One of the better vampire novels.
shelleyraec on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I had no idea that this series wasn't brand new (first published 1991) - its a repackaged cover and obviously re released to take advantage of the current popularity of the genre. The reason I discovered that is because I was wondering why the heck a PI wouldn't have the internet, reverse directories etc while she is searching for Birdwell - well in 1991 its less suprising.Anyway, Victoria is a mix of both traditional and unusual character traits for the genre. An ex cop turned PI - but losing her vision from a degenerative eye disease - and not in a way that gives her some other superpower. Her personality is established before the weirdness starts so we can accept that she is so easily willing to accept demons and vampires as part of the world.There is a romantic triangle developing between Victoria, Mike and Henry (and possibly Tony might form a corner on occassion) that adds interestThe plot itself is a little cliched, but I found the book entertaining, an easy read and I am looking forward to seeing how it develops.I havent heard of the TV show but Im off to google it..
ca.bookwyrm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Vicki Nelson was one of Toronto's top homicide detectives until a degenerative eye desease prompted her to resign. Eight months later she is building up her own private investigative agency and ignoring everything and everyone that has to do with her police past until she stumbles upon a gruesome murder scene, the first of more to come. When she is officially hired to investigate the death by a college student intent on revenge against the creature who murdered her boyfriend, Vicki realizes that this case is more than she bargined for. Soon she is neck deep into the world of vampires, demons and college geeks that is as unbelievable as it is deadly.I was inspired to pick up Blood Price after watching the television show Blood Ties, based on this series of books. Although this story seems to follow the same route as other private investigator/mystery/urban fantasies I've read, after checking out he publication date I don't think this is so much a copy as it may have been a predecessor. The story was interesting although a little slow in places and was much more murder-mysteryish than what I usually read. It seems as though it is a good beginning for a series of books and I can see a potential for an interesting conflict between Vicki, Henry and Mike that I'm kind of curious about. I'll be reading at least a couple more installments in this series to see if it picks up as it goes along.
xicanti on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Vicki Nelson, a cop-turned-PI in Toronto, falls straight into the realm of the supernatural when she finds herself investigating a series of demonic killings alongside a vampire.This was a very enjoyable little book. Tanya Huff delivers a compact, readable story peopled with relatable characters and possessed of a decent mystery/thriller plot. It took a little while for me to warm up to it, but once it got going I decided that I really liked it. I found myself looking forward to my breaks so I could spend more time in Huff's Toronto. I really liked the characters, and especially enjoyed the glimpses into Henry's past.But, for all that, the book does have some flaws. There were several places where the writing wasn't as smooth as it could have been; in these cases, I had to read things a couple of times to figure out what was going on. Huff also switches perspectives quite a bit within each segment, and that always throws me off a bit. And, as other reviewers have already mentioned, the flashbacks were handled in the same way as breaks in the action, making it difficult to shift from one mode to the other.Despite those issues, though, I had fun with this book. I'm looking forward to trying the rest of the series, and would definitely recommend it to fans of authors like Kelley Armstrong.
shelterdowns on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Huff built an intricate mythological world out of modern day Toronto and, in its turn, Vancouver. Henry Fitzroy, vampire, is the historical son of Henry the eighth who died at 18. He is short, cute, and ginger-headed, not at all the vampire type. And Vicki, a Toronto ex-cop who was discharged on disability, has no time for him or the stranger beings that come attached to the tail of his sports jacket.
rocalisa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A story that stands up beautifully even 15 years after it was written. I thoroughly enjoyed this reread and may have to go on with rereading the rest of the series now. My only problem was that I kept expecting the characters to pull out cell phones and they didn't all have them.
Phantasma on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While this book got off to a slow start, it interested me enough to stick with it. The style/genre reminds me of Simon R. Green and his Nightside novels, but with a more "realistic" touch. Where Green has some fantastic writing that pulls me further and deeper and faster with every word, Huff only manages to tug at me every few pages. Which is more than many authors can claim.I admit that I'm a sucker for the preternatural PI convention. But this was a more than decent book. I'm going to go looking for the next one.
debbieaheaton on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In Huff¿s fantasy novel, Vicki Nelson is a private investigator and former Toronto homicide detective. She has just witnessed an attack by a force of black magic determined to wreak terror throughout Toronto. As unspeakable deaths pile up, Vicki takes on an investigation that would see her renew her difficult relationship with her former police partner, Mike Celluci. To amp it up a notch, she has also teamed up with gothic writer Henry Fitzroy in a desperate attempt to solve the case. Fitzroy is the illegitimate son of Henry VIII and has vast knowledge of realms beyond those of mortals¿knowledge he has acquired since becoming a vampire centuries before.I truly enjoyed the series inspired by this book when it aired on Lifetime. The book is just as intriguing.
bluesalamanders on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Book one in the Blood series, a supernatural crime novel. I was not expecting a whole lot from this book, so I got just what I wanted: it was fun, a little sexy, and an enjoyable fluff read.
Rae_Sedin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Before I read this book I watched the first season of the Lifetime series, Blood Ties, based on Tanya Huff¿s Blood novels. I absolutely loved the series and was extremely disappointed when the first season came to an end and I found out that the show had been canceled. Being the avid reader that I am I decided that I might as well read the books, especially if I ever wanted a conclusion to the tale of private investigator Vicki Nelson and vampire Henry Fitzroy. I have to say that I enjoyed the first book in the series just as much as the show and I was impressed with just how closely the first few episodes of the show followed the novel. Vicki was just the sort of female character I enjoy: tough and kickass with lots of attitude. Though I did wonder at the significance of many of Henry¿s seemingly random flashbacks I enjoyed the book on the whole. Blood Price was a very easy read and I finished it all too quickly but it was still very entertaining. I would recommend this book to fans of the series and those who are simply looking for a good read!
elliepotten on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I finally bought this book recently, having loved the television adaptation 'Blood Ties', starring Christina Cox and Kyle Schmid. This first novel covers the first two episodes of the television series. It gives more of a background to the characters and fills out the plotline, though the adaptation definitely works as a stand-alone. It begins with Vicki Nelson, an ex-cop who left her job when her eyesight began to fail and has since set up on her own as a Private Investigator. When she witnesses a horrific murder by something... well, not quite human, she falls into the path of her ex-partner in love and police business, Mike Celluci, and the illegitimate son of Henry VIII, the deliciously dangerous 470 year-old vampire Henry Fitzroy. Henry may be the only person able to stop the monster that haunts the city streets, and together Vicki and Henry form an unlikely alliance under the police radar to put a stop to a demonic plot to bring Hell to Earth. Although the book didn't have quite the same biting (sorry, sorry) sense of humour as the series, Vicki is still a fantastically fiery lead: strong, brave and likeable. Henry himself is dark, commanding and boyishly good looking, while Mike is the down-to-earth man of the hour, the handsome, long-suffering cop and ex who doesn't want to believe in the supernatural and simply demands justice in his homicide cases. Oh yeah, and he still has a total thing for Vicki. An interesting love trio indeed. Throw in a demon lord, a throat-slashing monster, a geeky student hell bent on taking over the world and a whole lot of other weird stuff, and you pretty much get the idea. I think this is going to be a really fun series to read - and Tanya Huff was doing it way before Stephenie Meyer and Charlaine Harris. If you need to fill the Sookie Stackhouse/Edward Cullen-shaped gap in your life, give the Blood books a try!
Joybee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book, however it is not very memorable. I do remember that the copy I read had quite a few typos, but that did not bother me too much. Vicki Nelson is an ex-cop (she resigned b/c she has a condition that is causing her to lose her sight). Now a PI she is called to investigate the bloody death of a college student that is one of a series of murders plaguing the city. Could it be vampires?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
anne_jindra More than 1 year ago
They tell Vicki Nelson to give up investigating when she develops a rare condition that's destroying her vision. But they tell her a lot of things. To settle down. To mind her own business. That magic isn't real. The last one, at least, was new. But every clue in her newest investigation points her directly towards that- the fact that magic exists, and someone in Toronto is using it to summon a demon. She might not know a lot about the magic business, but that can't possibly be good. As gruesome as it is, thankfully the killings are gory enough to attract the attention of Toronto's possessive, seductive and frustratingly intelligent vampire. He'd be the world's most eligible bachelor, but he works nights, and writes- of all things- romance novels. He doesn't appreciate the help of Vicki's ex-partner, and his royal blood boils at the arrogance of the Toronto cops. They're in for something big and nobody wants to know about it. Thankfully Vicki is extremely open minded. Hopefully it doesn't lead to her untimely demise, since she seems to be the only one who is willing to listen to the clues that teach her about demonology, ghosts, and vampires. There's a whole other world hidden out there, and she doesn't need her eyesight to find it. Surprisingly practical and engaging, Huff writes a winning series, with this novel as its debut. Less well known that True Blood, but incredible enough that it won it's own original series, Blood Price is a great place to start a wander into a world apart.
adoptabook More than 1 year ago
I had seen the TV show first and liked it so I wanted to see what the book was all about. I liked the book although I feel it could have been a bit more suspenseful. Not sure if I'm going to keep going with the series or not.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago