Bound to Shadows (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #8)

Bound to Shadows (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #8)

by Keri Arthur

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ISBN-13: 9780553591163
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/27/2009
Series: Riley Jenson Guardian Series , #8
Edition description: Original
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 186,897
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Keri Arthur received a "Perfect 10" from Romance Reviews Today and was nominated for Best Shapeshifter in PNR's PEARL Awards and in the best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Awards. She lives with her daughter in Melbourne, Australia.

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Chapter 1 I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m a guardian. I’ll even admit that I enjoy hunting down those rogue supernatural elements who prey on humans and nonhumans alike.

But that doesn’t mean there still aren’t times when I absolutely hate my job.

Getting a call-out at three a.m. on a bitterly cold winter night was definitely one of those times. Especially when the call sent me to an area rapidly gaining a reputation as the “it” spot for blood whores—which was the common term for humans hooked on the pleasures of a vampire’s bite.

Normally I didn’t have a problem with people getting their kicks any damn way they pleased, but for humans—and it only seemed to afflict humans, not the rest of us—becoming addicted to a vampire’s bite was definitely one of the quicker ways to court death. They simply didn’t have the strength, the speed, or even the willpower to battle a vampire if things went wrong. Hell, many supernaturals didn’t, either.

And while most vampires were generally law- abiding and took only enough to give the addicted his or her hit, there were always some abusers who pushed for longer, stronger rushes, and there were always vampires willing to oblige.

And sometimes that meant death.

It had become such a problem in recent months that the government had set up a think tank to find ways of curtailing the growing numbers flocking to the vampire bars. There were even calls to outlaw the practice—though how the hell anyone was going to police that, I had no idea. It wasn’t like ordinary cops had much hope of tracking down and arresting vamps, and there simply weren’t enough of us guardians. Not if they wanted us to do our real job.

Personally, I think they had about as much hope of stopping this craze as they did stopping all the designer drugs that were constantly hitting the streets. If a junkie wanted his fix, then he’d find it no matter how difficult or how illegal the government made it. And at least all the whores were of legal age—the vampire “pushers” were careful about that. They had to be, because otherwise they had to deal with the Directorate. Regular drug dealers just got jail time, at worst.

Of course, there was no proof that the murder I’d been called to tonight was yet another pleasure seeker who’d pushed too far. Jack had simply told me to get my butt over there pronto, and the edge in his voice had me scrambling for clothes and not taking the time for questions. But the murder had happened in the older section of Fitzroy, in a parking lot behind Dante’s—and that club was a prime location for blood whores and their vampire johns.

I slowed the car as I passed through the Smith Street intersection, then turned left onto Budd Street. Several of the streetlights were out, and darkness closed in around the car. The buildings here were mainly old factories and warehouses, their brick walls grimy and covered with graffiti. The few houses squeezed in between the larger buildings were dark—and with the graffiti on their walls and the filth littering their front fences, it was hard to tell whether they were occupied or not. But I was a dhampire—part werewolf, part vampire—and had inherited many gifts from both parts of my heritage. The vampire part of my soul could see the blood heat within those buildings— although unlike my twin brother, I couldn’t hear the siren call of their heartbeats.

And I was damn glad of that, because it meant I’d also missed out on the vampire’s hunger for blood. Rhoan hadn’t, but he had missed the fangs, and his blood hunger rose in tandem only with the full moon.

The crime scene came into view and I pulled up behind a Directorate van. The wind’s icy fingers slapped across the back of my neck as I climbed out, and I hastily zipped up my jacket then pulled up the collar. It didn’t help much. I might be a werewolf, and therefore supposedly immune to the winter, but the cold and I had never been on friendly terms.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked toward the parking lot. The rotating blue lights of the squad cars washed the night and the few bystanders in a ghostly glow, but as far as I could see or feel, there were no actual ghosts in the area. And if this was just a feeding taken too far, then there probably wouldn’t be. As far as I knew, the souls that hung around tended to be the ones who’d met a violent end or who had something they needed to finish before they moved on. And blood whores didn’t fit either of those categories, because they’d gone to their deaths knowing the dangers and not caring one bit.

And that’s probably what annoyed me most. These people were knowingly flirting with death, yet when he answered, everyone got righteously moral and wanted the vamp responsible caught and killed. And the guardians were obliged to obey, because that was the law. But killing a blood whore wasn’t a simple act of murder. It was consensual, and that raised a whole different set of issues. And although I did believe the vamp involved needed to be punished, killing him seemed a step too far. Most of the vampire community agreed.

Meaning that the worst part of the whole situation was the fact that our pursuit of these vamps was raising a lot of bad feeling in the supernatural community. And having the city’s vampires angry at us could only ever end badly. There were a whole lot more of them than us, and as well trained as we guardians were, we didn’t have a hope if the vamps decided we were too much of a problem.

Of course, the two vampires who dominated my life—Quinn, my lover, and Jack, my boss—thought I was making too much of the situation. Jack even kept trying to reassure me with the fact that the vampire council had a handle on it. I didn’t believe it—or them. They weren’t out on the street dealing with the ill feeling day in and day out. They simply didn’t understand how bad it was getting.

I did, and I didn’t mind admitting that it scared me.

The parking lot had several cars in it. The mobile light towers weren’t trained on any of them, but rather on the corner of the lot, where it intersected with Dante’s back wall. There were several overall-clad men there, and relief slithered through me as I caught the glint of silver hair. Cole might be our top guy when it came to crime scene forensics, but he also hated these early-morning call-outs as much as I did. That meant he’d be doing his best to find the clues and get the hell home as quickly as possible.

As I ducked under the blue and white police tape lining the parking lot, one of the cops keeping an eye on the small crowd huddled in the middle of the road took a step in my direction. I grabbed my badge and flashed it his way, shivering a little as the wind hit my fingers and chilled them in an instant.

The cop gave me a nod and turned back. I stepped over the gnarled roots of a small tree struggling to survive in a little corner of bare ground then flared my nostrils, drawing in the flavors of the night.

Blood was the strongest scent, and that surprised me. Most vampires hated wasting their food, so maybe this murder wasn’t as straightforward as I’d been presuming.

Cole looked up as I approached, his lined face weary and dark shadows under his normally bright blue eyes. “You took your time.”

“And you look like shit.” I stopped beside him and stared down at the victim.

He was male, probably in his mid to late forties if his worn features and gray-flecked hair were anything to go by. There were no obvious wounds on his body, and very little in the way of blood on the front of his clothes. His arms had been crossed over his chest, almost as if he were asleep rather than dead. But someone had separated his head from his neck, and even a vampire couldn’t survive that.

The blood that was missing from his clothes formed a lake around the area where his head should have been.

“Have you bothered looking in the mirror lately?” Cole snapped off his bloody gloves and tossed them into a nearby contamination bin.

“I’m trying to avoid them. Between working day shifts and getting call-outs at night, the bags under my eyes feel large enough to pack a lunch in. Who’s our victim?”

“Grant Haven, a local vampire who owned a café up on Smith Street.” Cole handed me a pair of slip-on shoe protectors. “Apparently he finished locking up at one and was heading to Dante’s for a little top-up feeding.”

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Bound to Shadows (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #8) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 311 reviews.
booklover1A1 More than 1 year ago
In this book Riley's character was either having sex with different men(at one point one right after another)or lusting over another, it seems she had slept with other men in previous books. When she has this wonderfully understanding vampire in her life(Quinn), who she "loves" and don't deserve. No matter how Riley's emotions were being explained, I did not like that about this book...It's one thing to lust, to love, to bed different men but not put this way! The author made her a whore. My first and last book from her.
stephani524 More than 1 year ago
I just couldn't get into this book. The fight scenes in previous books where drawn out for too long and the only fight moves she knows are sweeping her leg out and punching. You would think since she is working for a government run law enforcement they would teach them different martial arts skills. I love my love scenes as much as the next person but I am sooooo tired of Riley wanting to screw everybody she meets when she has a sexy vampire at home waiting for her who she thinks is her soul mate of her vampire half.
Katdancin More than 1 year ago
This book was okay. I did not like it as well as some of the others
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Don't get me wrong I love her books, but the past four books for Riley just drove me crazy. I couldn't even finish this last book, I have read alot of books in the past few years and I couldn't even bring myself to finish this one.I think she wrote more then what she should of for Riley I think five should of been it.I'm still going to get the last one because I love her with Quinn only to see if she ends up with him but not to read it, I can't it's to much of the same story but written differently.
harstan More than 1 year ago
A serial killer is on the loose with the culprit's modus operendi being the beheading of vampires; not an easy task to achieve yet the psychopath seems to do it quite easily. Guardian Riley Jensen investigates the homicides when a second case surfaces. Someone is snuffing out human females with not the slightest trace of violence. The locals are in a feeding frenzy of fear. Her personal life is even more out of control since her werewolf soulmate Kye Murphy has returned. She wants no part of the amoral mercenary, but the sexual pull is devastating. Even her millennium old suave lover Quinn the vampire may not be enough to keep Kye from her. However, investigating the case might prove the answer to eluding her desire for her soulmate. Bi-species hybrid Riley continues to be pulled in two conflicting directions externally between the vampires and the werewolves, and internally her soul. She makes the BOUND TO SHADOWS superb; as she investigates the serial killing beheadings while being pulled between two lovers, her bad ass werewolf soulmate and her urbane vampire heart's mate. This is a great entry in a terrific police procedural romantic urban fantasy series (see Darkest Kiss). Harriet Klausner
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I loved this series, great action amd goodnsex scenes. Whay more could u ask for?
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cindylb More than 1 year ago
Good book
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KLR13PA More than 1 year ago
This book was a great book in this series. I enjoyed it! Well written like her other books.
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