Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #7)

Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #7)

by Keri Arthur

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ISBN-13: 9780553591156
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/24/2009
Series: Riley Jenson Guardian Series , #7
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 187,804
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.20(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 One

The almost ripe moon hung in the midnight sky, and the heat of it sang through my veins. Being a werewolf at this time of the month generally meant fun times, because we celebrated the moon's bloom with a sensual week of intimacy. One that involved much loving and many different partners. Although for me, there was currently only one man, and he was neither an ordinary man nor a werewolf—although as a vampire, he certainly had enough stamina to satisfy the hunger of any wolf.

Of course, I wasn't just a wolf, but when the moon bloomed toward fullness, it was she who reigned supreme, rather than the vampire half of my soul.

But I was also a guardian, and it was an unfortunate fact that the bad guys of this world had absolutely no respect for the moon or a werewolf's needs.

Which was why I was now stalking through the deserted backstreets of Coolaroo, following a scent that was all death and violence, rather than being curled up beside my vampire, enjoying his caresses.

The night itself was crisp and cold, and I had a killer case of goose bumps. If I'd had the time, I would have gone home to grab a sweater, but Jack—my boss, and the vampire in charge of the whole Guardian division—had insisted it couldn't wait. That lives depended on me catching this idiot before he could kill again.

Of course, I'd felt the need to point out that he had a veritable truckload of leashed killers sitting in the underground floors of the Directorate, every one of them just aching to be set loose on bad guys. After which, he'd kindly pointed out that if I hadn't lost said killer in the first place, he wouldn't be out killing tonight.

A point I could hardly argue with given it was true, so I'd shut up, kissed Quinn good-bye, and driven straight to the crime scene.

Only to discover another dead human. Like the teenager who'd been killed several nights ago, tonight's victim had been drained of blood. But it wasn't a vampire doing this, because their throats had been slashed rather than bitten, and vampires rarely went to that sort of trouble. Not unless they considered mutilating the bodies of their victims part of the fun, anyway.

Besides, vampires were rarely wasteful when it came to blood, and while both these teenagers had been drained, a whole lot of blood had been smeared across their necks, faces, and the ground. It was almost as if someone had slashed, and then tried to gulp down the resulting surge.

I shuddered. Tonight's death was my fault, because I'd let the damned killer escape me days before.
And the fact that he'd seemingly disappeared into thin air wasn't an excuse. I was a trained hunter-killer, and no matter how much I might sometimes rail against it, there was no going back for me now. Therefore, I had to do the best that I could. And letting a killer go free to kill again definitely wasn't my best.

I blew out a breath and studied the night ahead. Evil was out there, just beyond my line of sight. The scent I followed was a foul thing that hung heavily on the cool night air, reminding me oddly of meat left rotting in the sun.

And I had no idea what it was, because he certainly didn't smell like any other nonhuman I'd ever come across.

Although he didn't smell human, either, even if the description we'd gotten off a witness matched that of a man who was listed as human. Only he was also very dead.

I'd immediately started imagining scenarios featuring killer zombies out for vengeance, but Jack claimed I'd been watching too many horror movies. According to him, while zombies could kill, it wasn't through any basic desire or need of their own. They weren't capable of thought or emotion, and were little more than receptacles for the deadly desires of others.

Which was a fancy way of saying someone else was in charge and directing the action. Only there was never any hint of that other person, either at the crime scene or when I'd been tracking the dead man.

If there was another nut behind the wheel, though, then he'd found himself the perfect killer. One that did whatever he was raised to do without question or deviation, then fell down dead again afterward.

Except that this man, whether he be zombie or something else, didn't seem to be showing any signs of slowing down or dropping dead.

Although surely a dead body could only move around for so long before bits began falling off or rotting started becoming a real problem.

And given the scent I was following, he was definitely well on the way to putrefaction. It was surprising he could move so quickly without doing himself serious damage. 

I shivered and rubbed my arms, suddenly glad that I made a habit of keeping my laser in the car. Its weight was a comfortable presence in my back pocket.

Once upon a time, a thought like that might have scared me, but I'd been through too much of late. Even a werewolf intent on not becoming a mindless killer needed the help of a weapon occasionally.

I walked on. In the distance, a freight train whistled, the lonely sound mingling with the roar of traffic traveling along nearby Pascoe Vale road. Little seemed to be moving through these streets however, although there were lights on in several of the nearby houses.

I sucked in a breath, my nostrils flaring as I sorted through the aromas running through the cold air. My dead-smelling killer had moved into a side street. I followed, my sneaker-clad feet making little noise on the concrete. I'd mostly given up wearing heels for everyday work. The wooden stilettos might come in handy for staking the occasional rogue vampire, but running in the things across some of the terrain we had to traverse had proved too damned dangerous. And heels and ladders definitely didn't go together—as I'd discovered a week ago when I was chasing a rogue vamp. I'd earned another scar for that—this one across the top of my left hand. The same hand that was missing its little pinky.

The bad guys seemed to have a vendetta against my left limb.

The dead scent was getting stronger, though there was still no sign of the man. The warehouses that lined either side of this street were dark and silent, and the only life visible was the occasional cat.

The street came to a T-intersection. I paused, looking left then right. Still no sign of him in the darkness. I blinked, flicking to the infrared of my vampire vision, but the night remained devoid of the heat of life.

Which I guess, if he was dead, made total sense.

I followed my nose and headed left. Down at the end of the street was a gate and, beyond that, huge towers of paper and plastic. A recycling plant, obviously.

But why would a dead guy want to go to a recycling plant? It couldn't be an effort to get rid of any sort of evidence, because if he'd been intent on doing that, he wouldn't have left the mutilated bodies of his victims in easy viewing of anyone who happened to pass by.

So was this really some weird form of revenge killing, as Jack had surmised, or was something stranger going on?

I suspected the latter, but that might be just my pessimistic streak coming out. After all, fate had a way of ensuring shit always got flung my way when I least wanted or needed it.

And in the midst of moon heat, it was most definitely unwanted.

The scent swung right, drawing me onto a smaller street, barely big enough to get a truck through. The wind filled the night with a forlorn moan as it gusted through the many broken windows that seemed to dominate the buildings here, and the shadows became thicker with the absence of street lighting.

Not that I needed light, especially when the moon shone so brightly, but it still felt better to enter a street lit by lights than one without them. Especially when I was alone, and following God-knows-what.

The thought had me touching my ear to turn on the tracker part of the com-link device that had been inserted a while ago. All Directorate personnel involved in field operations, whether guardians or not, now had them. Jack and the other division heads shared a dislike of losing people, and the units gave not only an instant position but allowed communication if things went sour.

Of course, in my line of work, things going sour usually meant death. And, more often than not, the cavalry had been known to arrive far too late. So far, my brother and I had been lucky, but given fate's delight in throwing curveballs our way, I often wondered just how long it would be before she threw us the biggest curveball of all.

Death wasn't something I really wanted to dwell on, but I guess when I was dealing it out myself on an almost daily basis, it was hard not to think about it hitting closer to home than my twin, Rhoan, and I might like. Especially when his lover, Liander, had barely escaped his end three weeks ago.

I didn't want to die. I didn't want Rhoan to die, either, but the fact was, death would probably come hunting us sooner rather than later. There was no way around it. Not unless I wanted to become a vampire, and really, I enjoyed sunshine too much. I didn't want to wait a thousand years to be able to enjoy it again.

From somewhere up ahead came the slight rattle of metal. I slowed and listened intently. The sound didn't repeat, and the hair rose on the back of my neck. Something was decidedly off—something other than a walking dead man.

I moved into the deeper shadows, hugging the old buildings. The wind continued to moan, and the chill in the air seemed to be increasing. Or maybe that was just an amplifying side effect of the fear sitting like a weight in my stomach.

The street swung around to the left. Factories continued to line either side, but directly ahead was a high chain-link security fence. Beyond it was the recycling plant. I couldn't see my quarry moving through the corridors of paper, but logic—and the slight metallic rattle I'd heard—suggested he'd climbed the fence and was now in there somewhere.

And yet . . .

I looked at the building to my left. Like the other warehouses in this street, it was run-down and abandoned. Tin rattled on the roof and the wind whistled through the many broken windows. I could smell nothing out of place, and there was no sign of life-heat in the building—which in itself didn't mean anything when I was chasing a dead man.

But he was a dead man with no apparent mind of his own, so he was obviously running into this area for a reason. Given he'd done a quick side step last night to lose me, I was betting he was trying the same thing tonight. And I was also betting that he'd probably gone into the warehouse rather than the more obvious recycling plant.

However, if he was meeting his maker in that warehouse, why couldn't I see them? Was it because there seemed to be no light source whatsoever in the heart of the building, or was there something blocking it? Even though my infrared vision was far better than the night-vision devices used by the military, no infrared was going to work properly in utter blackness. Both the man-made devices and vampire vision needed some sort of heat or light source available.

If I was the betting type, I'd be putting money on the fact that something was blocking me. After all, a warehouse with that many broken windows surely wouldn't have a pit of blackness at its center.

I looked back at the fence. The scent trail and the metallic rattling I'd heard were both indicative of the fact that my quarry had gone that way. But I'd trusted those two things before and had lost him.

Perhaps it was time to trust my other senses, which were pulling me toward the warehouse.

Of course, my clairvoyance was often a nebulous thing that refused to be pinned down to any direct information. Jack and the Directorate magi he'd roped in to train me kept insisting that not only would it become stronger as time went by, but I would learn how to fully utilize it. So far, they'd been proved wrong. Although if my ability to see souls was part of my clairvoyance, then maybe they weren't so off the mark. The damn things were now conversing with me as easily as the living, although that was one part of the gift I could have done without.

The ice of the night seemed to intensify as I neared the broken building. I ignored the chills running down my spine, and followed the graffiti-littered wall until I found the main entrance. The door hung off one of its hinges and swayed slightly in the soft breeze. Beyond it was a tumble of glass, smashed boxes, and rubbish. The air drifting out was rank with the smell of urine and unwashed bodies, suggesting this might have been a squat for the homeless, even though I couldn't see any life-heat within. Maybe something had chased them off.

Something that resembled a dead man walking.

I reached back to grab my laser, then turned it on and stepped inside, keeping my back to the wall as I quickly scanned the first room. A half-circular desk dominated the left side of the room, which suggested this had once been the warehouse's main reception area. There were two glass-fronted offices along the wall behind the desk, but there was nothing or no one hiding in either of them. Not that I could see or smell, anyway.

There were several doorways leading off this main room and, after a moment's hesitation, I chose the one directly ahead. That's where the big blackness lay, and that's probably where I'd find my dead man—if my psi senses were right and he hadn't actually gone over the fence as my more mundane senses of smell and hearing had suggested.

Glass crunched softly under my feet as I picked my way through the rubbish, my laser held at the ready and every sense I had tuned for the slightest hint of movement or life. But there was nothing. The only sounds were the wind and my own breathing, which wasn't quite as steady as I would have liked.

The doorway led into a short corridor and, at the far end, a set of swinging doors. Two other doors led off the corridor itself, but neither of these were open. I hesitated at the swinging doors, flicking to infrared and searching the room beyond. Once again, there was nothing to suggest there was any sort of life—or unlife—laying in wait, but that strange blackness was filling it.

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Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian Series #7) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 310 reviews.
dalnewt More than 1 year ago
The plot and pace is sluggish as Riley slowly uncovers those responsible for zombie killings and vampires slayings. Not enough happens in this book, and the events and actions that do occur don't happen fast enough. There's simply no tension or urgency to this story. Riley's investigation is so slow, tedious and predictable that I constantly had to put down the book and focus on something else for awhile before going back to the story. Even the sporadic fighting and bifurcated finale are uninspired and underwhelming. Similarly, the romantic subplot is very predictable and boring. The only thing it convinced me of is Riley's unworthiness for Quinn. He should have dumped her yesterday. As for Kye, he's just another male wolf who doesn't seem to have many talents of his own. Series fans have seen the introduction of a competing wolf alpa thrown into the mix before. It simply doesn't interest me. As for the soul mate crap, I hate it. I hate it in this book and in every other book that uses it. Free will (and the freedom to choose one's own mate) should never be overridden by some supernatural and/or biochemical reaction. Sexual attraction and satisfaction takes place in the mind not the soul. Regardless of whether Riley's soul(s) is/are vampiric and/or lupine, she has only one brain when in human form, and that brain should choose its mate. Moreover, Riley's rampant libido was fine when she was a free and easy wolf/vampire going to the clubs, but now those incessant and rapacious urges are just over-exploited excuses to introduce new sexual partners and/or grossly contrived/overdone sexual tension(s) within the series. Further, as evidenced by her ceaseless sexual appetite for sundry others throughout this novel and the series (including, but not limited to, Kade, Kye, and previously Kellen), Riley undeniably knows that Quinn is not (and will never be) 'enough' for her. Consequently, her decision to string Quinn along, (when she knows he loves and wants only her), is incredibly selfish and just plain wrong.
Gallagher_Bookworm More than 1 year ago
The new keri autrthur book has had me re-read the other six novels. This book has to be as exciting as the others and if you haven't i would definatily suggest reading them before you start on this riveriting book.:)
jmaloney17 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I really enjoy this series. This book like the others is well written.
romanceroni on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Description:Seduction that kills. Pleasure to die for.She just can't resist . . . Guardian Riley Jenson always seems to face the worst villains. And this time's no different. For it's no ordinary sorceress who can raise the dead to do her killing. But that's exactly what Riley expects to find at the end of a trail of female corpses used¿and discarded¿in a bizarre ritual of evil. With pressure mounting to catch one fiend, another series of brutal slayings shocks the vampire world of her lover, Quinn. So the last thing Riley needs is the heat of the upcoming full moon bringing her werewolf hormones to a boil¿or the reappearance of a sexy bounty hunter, the rogue wolf Kye Murphy. Riley has threatened Murphy with arrest if he doesn't back off the investigation, but it's Riley who feels handcuffed by Kye's lupine charm. Torn between her vamp and wolf natures, between her love for Quinn and her hots for Kye, Riley knows she's courting danger and indulging the deadliest desires. For her hunt through the supernatural underworld will bring her face-to-face with what lurks in a darkness where even monsters fear to tread. From the Author's Website:I'm a born and bred Melbourne (Australia) gal, and grew up sharing my life with dragons, elves, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters and the occasional talking horse. Which worried my family to no end. Of course, now that I'm actually make a living sharing my life with the abovementioned creatures, they no longer contemplate calling the men with the little white coat. When not at my keyboard, I can be found in front of the TV, or taking my two dogs for a walk. Past day jobs: Clerk at the Bureau of Meteorology, Cook at the MCG, Function and Desert cook at the Essendon Football Club How did I start writing? It all happened when I was about twelve. I'd just read one of Elaine Mitchell's brumby books (not the silver brumby series, one of the others) and I hated the ending. So I did what seemed the most natural thing to do--I rewrote it :). I haven't stopped writing since--though I have to admit, it's only in the last fifteen years or so that I've seriously thought about getting published. Why urban fantasy and paranormal romance? Well, I've always loved books filled with action, be they fantasy, horror or mystery. What used to annoy me, though, was the lack of capable female stars in many of these books. I mean, come on, not all of us females trip over our feet while running away from the big bad. Some of us would actually grab the nearest weapon and bop them over the head with it. So that's what I wrote--strong, capable women, first in fantasy novels and then in what is now called paranormal romance. I tried for many years to write straight fantasy, but it just never fully clicked for me. So I switched to the real world, and started mixing fantasy elements with the ordinary, everyday world. I think I wrote my first paranormal romance close to 16 years ago, and I've been switching between that and urban fantasy ever since. What I do beside write: Not a whole lot, actually. Walk, go to the gym, watch more TV than is wise, visit craft market on the weekends, plant plants and try to keep them alive during our drought.
jjmachshev on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Half wolf, half vampire and with abilities that are still manifesting, Riley Jenson's work as a Guardian is never boring. Her latest cases involve dead humans and dead vampires. And if that's not enough trouble, it's also coming up on the full moon when her wolf demands sex...and lots of it. Good thing she has her hunky vampire, Quinn, to meet her demands. Of course, nothing is so attractive to her wolf than another wolf, and wouldn't you know it, this case has her running into the same wolf over and over again...and he's emitting some serious pheromones himself.Keri Arthur's Riley Jenson series is set in Australia and is more urban fantasy than romance; although there's plenty of hot sweaty sex. Riley's story comes out in bits and pieces through the novels in this series. "Deadly Desire" is book seven and Riley faces a decision she's been putting off for quite a while. Wolves have only one mate. Vampires don't necessarily mate but Quinn is old-fashioned enough to resist sharing her. But what happens to someone who isn't only wolf? Can she really have two mates?I like that Riley's character and life has become more complex and interesting throughout the series. She's kind of a supernatural detective and her work requires her to take on the worst of the supernatural predators. But Riley didn't start out hard, and she's still got a lot of soft parts even when she's kicking a$$. If urban fantasies with very strong sexual and romantic interests are your cup of tea, then I recommend you get an urn and start on this series. I'm hooked.
teharhynn on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I don't like to have found out that this series is going to come to a close. This book was great, I enjoyed reading it and I'm immediately going on to the next.
bhryk0 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This is book 7 in the Riley Jensen Guardian Series and it is as good the rest. I think she is such a great character and her chemistry with Quinn is terrific!Someone is killing young girls and vampires - Riley quickly realises that someone is raising zombies to do the killings but she has to find out why. In comes Kye another werewolf, he is a bounty hunter after the same people Riley is, there is an unwanted chemistry between these two, they try to fight it but in the end they do discover that they are soul mates - but how can you have a soul mate you don't like, no matter how good the chemistry? Can she still keep Quinn?Roll on next story - it is not fair that I getting to the end of this series, they have all been soooo good.
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Very good read
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>> It is a good read. I found the whole Kye thing irritating. I do not get it. A few issues with a death~ no spoilers here, but, it was disappointing. Keri is really a great author and does a wonderful job creating this world. I just wish Riley could go two chapters without getting crotch twitch.
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cindylb More than 1 year ago
Good book
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Awesome Series!
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