The Demon You Know (Others Series #3)

The Demon You Know (Others Series #3)

by Christine Warren

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As a research grunt at a local television station, Abby Baker tends to blend into the background, which is where she's most comfortable. But when she ends up being the last resort to cover a hot story, Abby discovers a whole new side to her personality when she is possessed by a fiend—a type of rogue demon. Suddenly everyone wants a piece of her. And now the demon Rule—also a hunter of his own kind who have gone astray—is Abby's only hope…

Meanwhile, the Others—vampires, werewolves, and witches, oh my!—have come out of the supernatural closet and the rest of the humans are all aflutter. Mischief is afoot in the demon realm, and Rule knows that Abby is key to figuring it all out before the fiends tip the fragile balance between the newly-discovered Others and the humans over into an epic battle. Now it's up to two lost souls to make love, not war…..

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781429938815
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/01/2007
Series: Christine Warren's Others Series , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 67,495
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Christine Warren is the bestselling author of The Others series, including Wolf at the Door, 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.

Christine Warren is the bestselling author of The Others series, including Wolf at the Door, 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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The Demon You Know

A Novel of the Others

By Christine Warren

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2007 Christine Warren
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-3881-5


Abby Baker crouched in her hiding place between two parked cars and cursed the day she was born.

Well, okay, she didn't curse the day she was born. She didn't curse at all. Good Catholic girls like her didn't do things like that. Not even when their current situations practically begged for a nice, juicy expletive.

Considering that her main preoccupation of the moment had to do with staying alive and uninjured, getting upset with her own nativity wouldn't have made a lot of sense. Instead, she chewed on the remains of her right thumbnail and tried to decide who needed a good divine intervention more just now, her or Terry.

To be honest, if Abby had been ready to take up cursing, it would make more sense for her to curse the day Terry Freeman had been born, since he was the one who'd gotten her into this mess. Or to curse the day she'd been stupid enough to agree to accompany him into the middle of a riot.

A swell in the volume of the chaos surrounding her had her peering out from behind a dented fender and into a normally quiet street in the Garment District. The glow of a burning vacant building made it no struggle to see what was going on, but Abby wasn't certain she could count that as a good thing. The fire department said they had the blaze contained, so it wasn't in danger of spreading, but that was about the only danger that had been contained in a five-block radius.

Angry figures with angry voices filled the streets from about two blocks behind Abby to the small neighborhood square two blocks ahead. They were protesting the same thing people had been protesting all over the country for the last six weeks: the unbelievable, surreal, and highly disturbing knowledge that the things that go bump in the night were also going bump in the day. Quite possibly in the apartment next door.

It was too freaky to be real, except for the fact that it was, and the entire world had seen the video footage to prove it. Less than two months ago, an international press conference carried live on all the major American networks, CNN, MSNBC, FOX News, the BBC, Al Jazeera, and Television Borneo, for all Abby knew, had revealed that vampires, witches, faeries, werewolves, werecats, werebears, and were-everythings didn't just exist, they voted. And on top of that, they had been secretly negotiating for the past two years to secure their civil rights with the human governments of the world.

It had been the real-life equivalent of Orson Welles's War of the Worlds broadcast, and nothing on earth had been the same since. In fact, after all of this, news of an alien invasion would likely make the average New Yorker yawn and roll his eyes.

Maybe her mother hadn't been exaggerating when she called her daughter's defection from their small town upstate to the big, bad city "Abby's descent into the fiery pit." Even if it had been meant as a joke.

At the moment, it hit uncomfortably close to home.

Right now, the neighborhood around her did look a bit like some distorted version of hell. Or at least of a war zone. Abby wouldn't have been a bit surprised to see a tank rolling down 7th Avenue tonight. In fact, she might even have welcomed it. Soldiers were supposed to help the civilian victims in armed conflicts, weren't they?

The average protester on the streets around her may have started out armed with nothing more dangerous than poster board and a loud mouth — which was more than dangerous enough, thanks — but as night had descended on the city, tempers had shortened and Abby thought she spied more than one makeshift weapon in the crowd. The whole situation had degenerated into a seething mass of blunt-force trauma just waiting to happen.

Abby's free hand rose to finger the small gold and garnet cross she wore around her neck, and she wondered for the millionth time in the last ten minutes how on earth she'd gotten herself into this situation.

C'mon, Abby. This is my big break; I can feel it. You gotta help me.

Terry's wheedling voice echoed in her head and answered her unvoiced question.

Terry Wayne Freeman had been the instrument of her downfall, not because he was a tool of Satan, precisely; Terry was just really good at wheedling. The youngest of five kids growing up in Harlem with parents who worked around the clock to support them, he had developed a formidable charm against which even the strongest soul became powerless. He'd even put himself through his last two years of journalism classes at CUNY by running a three-card monte stand near Times Square.

Abby liked to delude herself that it wasn't the wheedling that got her, though; it was the begging.

Abby, please. Gus says I can take the old backup van and equipment if I can find someone to help me operate it. It's all like ten years out-of-date, but what the hell. Once he sees the tapes, it's not gonna matter. This is my chance. I'm sure of it.

His big brown eyes had pleaded with her, and he'd squeezed her hand like she was the source of all salvation. Sheesh, did she have "sucker" tattooed on her forehead, or what?

Please, Ab. You gotta help me. I'll owe you so big, I'll be doing you favors on the other side of the pearly gates. I swear it. If you'll just please, please, please help me out here.

She was supposed to say no to that?

"Though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing."

Was this really the right moment for a recitation of her grandmother's favorite passage from Corinthians? The "charity" Abby had felt toward a twenty-year-old kid with a Cronkite complex had landed her so close to those pearly gates he'd mentioned, she figured she could have given Saint Peter some fashion tips.

She must have been high on fumes from her correction fluid when she'd agreed to help Terry out. For pity's sake, she was a junior researcher. A glorified gofer! She had no business being in the same room as a TV camera, let alone pretending to operate one. She must have lost her mind.

Abby Baker had always been the boring one, the girl voted Most Likely to Be Forgotten. The kind who gave the old-fashioned term "wallflower" a new lease on life. It wasn't that people disliked her; they just tended to ... overlook her. Part of that had been due to the painful shyness she'd carried with her all through her school days, but part of it was just because she was infinitely overlookable. She had plain features, plain brown hair, and a plain, if slightly well-padded, body. The only unusual thing about her was her mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, and those tended to make people too uncomfortable for them to dig much past the rest of her plain brown wrapper.

Eventually, in college she'd learned to force herself past the shyness. She had friends, but they tended to be nearly as quiet as she was. None of them lived in the fast lane. Heck, she didn't think any of them had even made it to the highway; they tended to stick to the pedestrian walkways.

So why in heaven's name had her life chosen this moment to start getting interesting?

A tattoo of racing footsteps had Abby ducking back between the parked cars. She knew hiding wasn't helping her out of the situation those correction fluid fumes had landed her in, but that didn't mean she was ready to give up the strategy. Or to, you know, stop quaking in fear.

She watched as several sets of boots ran past and groaned when she saw the military fatigues tucked into the tops of them. Apparently, the mayor had made good on his threat to call out the National Guard if the protesters got out of hand again. She couldn't fault the decision, only the timing of it. He should have gotten the situation in hand weeks ago, instead of letting it build to the flash point like this.

She added it to the list of the politician's sins. Since the press had uncovered the fact that the mayor had known about the plan for a massive worldwide supernatural revelation at least a week before the general populace, the list had grown to epic proportions. Abby thought it might have been a good idea for him to have a plan in place from the beginning, just in case the public didn't deal well with the news of the millennium.

That was just a theory, since she wasn't actually a politician or anything, but she didn't think it sounded unreasonable.

The only thing that sounded unreasonable to her at the moment was spending the rest of the night crouched in the gutter between a couple of old clunkers. Not only did she feel ridiculous, but her legs had begun to cramp up on her too. Terry was still nowhere to be seen, but that didn't mean she couldn't find a way back to the news van and into her apartment in the quiet of Greenwich Village on her own. She was a big girl, twenty-seven, smart, single, and perfectly able to take care of herself. She could even do it without indulging in a self-pity party.


Venturing another glance out into the street, Abby grimaced. The sight of the crowds of protesters and the sound of soldiers shouting as they tried to regain order failed to reassure her of her safety.

She looked around a nearly bald tire and scanned the rows of parked vehicles for her getaway car. The van she and Terry had driven here sat at the curb about half a block away, waiting for the perfect escape, taunting her with its nearness. Fifty feet away and it may as well have been fifty miles. At least three dozen very unhappy protesters, some of them brandishing their signposts like clubs, stood between her and it. Since she couldn't get to the stupid thing, she felt rather inclined to resent its existence.

Somewhere in the neighborhood a wolf howled, and a moment later the sound of sirens added a distinctive wail to the established pandemonium.

Abby grimaced. Just the trifecta they needed to round out the evening: police, ambulances, and a werewolf.

Abby still couldn't get used to thinking the w word like that, with no hesitation and no "and Lon Chaney Jr. as" thoughts anywhere in sight. But considering it had only been six weeks since the Unveiling announcement, as it was being called, she figured she could cut herself a little slack.

It wasn't every day that the whole fabric of a girl's reality shifted to admit the entire cast of the Sci-Fi Channel's October lineup. Thank God. Everything still had a bit of a surreal quality to it, as if this were all some sort of dream of a collective consciousness and in a while everyone would wake up and forget about vampires until Hollywood released a new John Carpenter movie or Anne Rice published a new book.

It was only when things like a bit of cinder blew onto Abby's skin and singed her that she admitted this whole thing wasn't a dream and she could end up spending the night in a jail cell with the anti-Other protesters if she didn't get her butt in gear and into that van in the next ninety seconds.

Muttering the Hail Mary under her breath, Abby yanked hard on the remains of her courage and duck-walked to the edge of her hiding place to survey the current situation.

The main body of the crowd was still in the square about a block and a half up, but since the protest had devolved into chaos a couple of hours ago, rioters had been moving closer and closer to her concealment. She could hear groups of them chanting slogans the KKK would have been ashamed of, which was precisely the thing the crowd needed to shift the mood from tense to ugly. She felt the shift as clearly as if someone had just flipped off a light switch and plunged the neighborhood into darkness.

Now might be the time to make a break for it.

"Hey, freak! Where do you think you're going?"

The question, issued in a sneering shout, was definitely as unattractive as the new mood of the crowd, but what concerned Abby was that it sounded as if it had come from right next to her hidey-hole.

Mouthing another prayer and wishing she'd worn her rosary to work that morning, she braced the palms of her hands against the gritty pavement and peeked into the street.

She craned her head to the side until she could see the designer sneakers and baggy, beat-up blue jeans of the young man who had just spoken. Her gaze traveled up the jeans and over the muscular, tattooed arms that looked as if they'd been drawn on by a three-year-old with ADD and a morbid imagination. The hoodlum wore a basketball jersey at least three sizes too big, and if she hadn't seen the patchy stubble covering his acne-marked face, she would have pegged him as too young to grow a beard. Revising her estimate of his chronological age upward and his emotional age downward, she pegged him as old enough to know better but clearly too stupid to care.

He had been leaning against the car to Abby's left, but he and his two identically aggressive yet empty-headed companions pushed away from it. Like a wall of muscle and menace, they shifted their stances to loom over a slim teenager with wide brown eyes and two stubby little horns peeking out from among his mud-colored curls.

Sweet Lord.

Abby's stomach twisted in time with her conscience. The kid wasn't human. You'd think an Other would know better than to go wandering through this neighborhood tonight. Just because Terry hadn't gotten a chance to file a story about the demonstrations before he ran screaming into the night didn't mean the news outlets wouldn't have mentioned them. And that meant walking into the middle of one of those riots without even trying to blend in with the human crowd came close to suicidal — not to mention idiotic. What, the kid didn't own a baseball cap?

"I-I'm sorry?" the Other stammered, looking confused.

"You should be." Hoodlum number one's friends snickered at his witticism and egged him on. "Little unnatural freak like you ought to apologize for breathing the same air as us humans."

The three thugs took a menacing step forward, and Abby winced. The Other just stood there, wide-eyed and vulnerable, like a brain-damaged gazelle in a pack of hyenas. Why didn't he run or turn into a werewildebeest or cast a spell or something? If he wasn't going to be human, shouldn't he at least know how to defend himself against them? Or against, you know, anything? It's not like Abby would have taken a stroll through a gathering of werewolves without a silver bullet or two on hand.

"Pardon me?"

"Yeah, you should apologize." The ringleader bared his teeth and flexed his tattoos as he turned to sneer at his friends. "I think Goat Boy is starting to get the idea."

The other two stooges began to sidle around the sides of the Other, penning him between them and the line of parked cars.

"I wonder what else we could teach him?" thug number two said.

"How 'bout a lesson?" thug number three growled, just before he took the first swing.

Stifling a surprisingly girlish squeak, Abby fumbled with her pockets, searching for her cell phone. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to tell the emergency services operator — "Yes, I know the police are already on the scene, but could you just send them two blocks down, please? Tell them to look for a beige Dodge Dart and an orange Chevelle with an idiot on a cell phone hunkered down between them"? — but she couldn't just sit there and watch three jerks kick the crap out of someone half their size.

The kid might not be human, but he was still a person, right? That's what all the press conferences and news releases and public-service announcements the Others had been airing for the past few weeks had been saying anyway, and Abby liked to think she kept an open mind.

She patted herself down, searching from pocket to pocket, until her stomach took a sharp dive straight into her tennis shoes.

She'd left her cell phone in the van.

She remembered now. Terry had borrowed it to call the station and beg Gus one more time for a real cameraman, not that it had done him any good. Then, instead of handing it back to her, he'd set it down on the center console while he gave her a crash course in operating the clunky old video cam. She should have dropped the darned thing on his head and caught the first subway back to her apartment. As it was, she'd dropped it anyway when Terry had taken off, and she'd been too busy looking for a place to hide to worry what happened to it.

Torn between Good Samaritanism and self-preservation, Abby eyed the distance between her and the van, then looked back at the violence blocking her way, tempted to write this whole thing off as a clear example of the principle of every man for himself.


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The Demon You Know 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 123 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
TV researcher Abby Baker preferred to remain in the background as the girl most likely forgotten. Her success as the wallflower centerfold was perfect until her friend Terry Freeman persuaded her to accompany him as he worked a story in Manhattan. His wheedling has made her the center of a paranormal war that deserves time on the Sci Fi or Fearnet channels.--------------- As she barely understands this apparently Uzkiel the evil seeks a spell to destroy the mortal realm. Arulnagel ¿Rule¿ the demon Watcher is out to stop him. The adversaries seek Louamides the fiend who possesses the spell. Almost caught by Uzkiel, Lou ¿leaped¿ into Abby¿s body to hide from the deadly demon. No one cannot get him released from her. As the paranormal Others have been outed following their battle in Times Square, Rule needs to free Lou so that Abby can be safe from Uzkiel while wondering if he can keep his day job and this human woman he now loves.--------------------------- THE DEMON YOU KNOW is a delightful tongue in cheek romantic fantasy that hooks the audience from the moment the king of three-card Monte Terry gets Abby involved and never slows down until the final confrontation between the Watcher, the crazed supernatural killer, and the human with the demon inside her. Romance has not been this chaperoned since Innerspace as the courageous Abby proves quite a formidable human who falls in love with the demon she knows.-------------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book and so far I've read the first 5 of the series. I would recommend that you check with the authors web site for the correct order because they are not in the right order. If you read them as they are numbered on B&N you will end up going back and forth on the story and it's a little annoying.
momolin 8 days ago
You've never met a sexier demon.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
AngelLocke on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this one by Christine Warren. So far it's my second favorite after the first book in this series. I don't know what else to say about it. These books are a very light read and I can put one down just as quick as I can pick one up. I've read other series by other authors in the same genre that I was seriously unable to put down until the book was done. But like I said, it was good. I'm enjoying the back story about the Others Unveiling and everything that that entails as well as the romance side of them. I really liked Rule. Where can I find a big hot Sun Demon for myself? Story is good, romance is hot. I would recommend this series to anyone who loves paranormal romance like I do.
LadyIsis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I know that it looks like I may have struggled with this book but that is not the case. I have been working on Christmas presents so I have been reading much. I love this world and its many inhabitants. If there is a myth then there seems to be a representative in Ms. Warren's world. I also loved that Demon's are not all bad and can in some instants be good. I have a real weak spot for a growly alpha male and Rule is all that and more. The sex is hot, hot and the suspense is just enough to keep you looking over your shoulder for the bad guy. This is a good series of books and I recommend them to all paranormal lovers.
fairypenguin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't really know how to feel about this series. There's nothing blatantly awful about it, but at the same time there isn't much to make it stand out from the numerous other paranormal romance novels I've read. The word average sums up this book perfectly--a mindless, predictable, but not unpleasant read.In the continuity of the series, the "Others"--that is, vampires, werewolves, fae, and all manner of supernatural beings have made the choice to reveal themselves to the human populations, and are still fighting for equal rights etc. Rule is a demon--but demons in this series are for the most part counted among the good guys. Rule in particular makes a living protecting his world and the human world from the dark, dangerous, and more or less evil fiends. Abby is an ordinary human who ends up possessed by a fiend, Lou. Lou is in hiding because he possesses knowledge of a spell that could give power into the hands of the most sinister of all fiends. Abby is quickly taken under the protection of rule and his friends--a band that includes many Others introduced in previous books. What made this book passable was the fact that with the possible exception of Abby, the characters are pretty likable. Problematically, I found myself focusing on and wondering more about the other couples--Graham and Missy, Tess and Rafe, etc, then the main couple. But at least they kept me reading. The central conflict and premise was really good--I liked the concept of the possession and the fiend hiding out in a human host. The problems begin with Abby. She's incredibly frustrating--selfish, whiny, childish, kind of helpless. I thought on more than one occasion that the story would have been twice as entertaining with a more well rounded and/or more appealing heroine. For Abby, the logical choice would be to accept protection where its offered, seek out information, and cooperate with the obviously stronger and more knowledgeable characters to come up with solutions. But Abby decides to defy at every turn, whine about what has happened to her, ask all the wrong questions, and generally cause more problems for everyone. This slows the plot to a crawl as we wait for her to quit complaining and get her act together. Her terrible personality is further demonstrated in her relationship with Rule. She knows she should accept his help, respect him, and appreciate him, but she repeatedly acts against him. She drags the book down and is just plain too stupid to live.I do actually plan on continuing with this series, despite my complaints, because I liked the other two books well enough. With this book thrown in I feel that the series is just average, but I'd recommend trying it anyway. Wolf at the Door and She's No Fairy Princess are very decent reads.
j.l.kelly on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I would have given this book (& this series) 5 stars EXCEPT that I ended up reading them out of order BECAUSE St. Martin's Papaerbacks didn't pick up this series until book #7.If you want to read this series in order:1. One Bite with a Stranger2. Big Bad Wolf3. through 6. haven't been published yet7. Wolf at the Door8. She's No Faerie Princess9. the Demon You Know10. Howl at the Moon11. Walk on the Wild Side12. You're So Vein13. Born to Be Wild
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Third book in the Others series. Again - I like the world better than the stories - the sex is very explicit which I find less interesting, and the obstacles (some of them, the immovable ones) are either ignored or deus-ex-machina dealt with. A human marrying an immortal, especially when the immortal is explicitly said to mate 'for life' - there are problems there that can't be easily solved, but the author just skates over them (either the human's life is automatically extended, or the immortal says (to himself, not his mate) that he'll die along with her (gender distribution correct for these two books). Fluffy.). But the world is great - urban fantasy with hidden Others, the first book they decide to unveil, in the second they're in negotiations, in the third book they've just unveiled and humans are dealing (badly) with these facts. I'd really like to see some non-romance books set in this universe - honestly, there's some good stories in here somewhat obscured by two peoples' sudden obsession with each other. Oh yeah, and they definitely illustrate the First Law of Romance: if the sex is fantastic, it's true love which will overcome all obstacles. If it's not so good, it's with the wrong partner. Pffff.
amf0001 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Again, a book that others like, and I can see it's sweet, but it just didn't engage me. I didn't care for the characters, though some of the past heroines seemed like women you'd like to meet, the current story felt silly. From the boring, melt into the background heroine, who suddenly becomes dynamic and amazingly stubborn - well those characteristics contradict each other, chose one or the other but don't tell me she's almost invisible she's so quiet when you introduce her and then totally change her personality 50 pages later - to the Special Ops brother, who is another cliche I can start to avoid, the personalities just didn't work for me. But it is well written, it's not glaringly silly plot wise, it's internally consistent. It just didn't hold my attention and I started skimming and then jumped to the end. Not a keeper or even really a properly read book for me.
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One of the best books in the Other series, a great read.
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Characters jusr get better the further into the series I get.
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One of my favorite books so far
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