"Enjoying pain with your pleasure is something you either get, or you don't. If you get it, then you don't really need it explained, because you know how good it feels, and if you don't get it then no amount of talking is going to convince you it makes sense."
But sometimes you have to explain the unexplainable, especially if the love of your life needs to understand, or she'll leave you. Jason Schuyler is one of Anita Blake's best friends and favorite werewolves, with benefits. J.J. is his lady love, an old flame from childhood who dances at one of the top ballet companies in New York. She's accomplished, beautiful, and she's crazy about him, too. Neither of them wants to be monogamous, so what could go wrong?
J.J. is enthusiastically bisexual, with an emphasis on the female side of things. She plans to keep sleeping with women, because Jason can't meet that need, just like she can't meet Jason's need for rough sex and bondage. J.J. doesn't understand why Jason isn’t content to go elsewhere for a need she can’t fulfil, so Jason asks Anita to help him explain.
Anita is having her own relationship growing pains with her only female lover ever, Jade. Jason suggests that J.J. might be able to help Anita with her girl problem, while she helps him with his kinky explanations. With some encouragement from a few other lovers in Anita's life she reluctantly agrees, and J. J. makes plans to fly into town for an experience that none of them will ever forget.
About the Author
Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.
Hometown:St. Louis, Missouri
Date of Birth:February 19, 1963
Place of Birth:Heber Springs, Arkansas
Education:B.A., Marion College
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JASON SCHUYLER, ONE of my best friends and favorite werewolves, stood in the morning sunlight of the kitchen. His yellow hair gleamed in the light, so that his boyishly handsome face was haloed with sunshine, but as I looked into the pure, soft blue of his eyes I knew that devil’s horns were more his style than halos, and pure was only a way to describe his eyes, not him. He’d been a precocious teenager and his day job was still assistant manager and exotic dancer at Guilty Pleasures. The body that showed around his tank top and jogging shorts proved that he stayed in shape for his job, but none of that was what made halos seem wrong for him. He had a streak of mischief in him so strong that he couldn’t quite resist pushing . . . everything. If the situation was tense he had to resist not making a wisecrack at the wrong moment; since I had the same urge, it was one of our bonding moments. He and I both tended to poke the proverbial badger with a stick until it rushed out of the hole and tried to eat us. We’d both learned over the years to curb this urge, and were much happier for controlling that part of us, but Jason still had that edge of deviltry to the smile on his face, and the shine in those spring-sky eyes.
I pushed my own thick black curls away from my face; they fell right back against my cheek, but sometimes it’s the effort that counts. I sat at the kitchen table in my long silk robe, sipping coffee and watching that smile on his face. Either he was enjoying the hell out of getting us all out of bed at this outrageously early hour, or he was hiding behind the smile. Most of us have our blank face, a version of the cop face, and Jason hid behind a grin usually, but since he also spent a lot of time actually smiling, laughing, or grinning, it was great camouflage for whatever else he was thinking.
I tucked my robe a little closer across my chest, not because Jason hadn’t seen me nude in the past, but because he’d asked for a conversation as his friend, not a friends-with-benefits booty call, so flashing breasts seemed inappropriate. It was tricky sleeping with someone who was actually your friend but never quite your boyfriend, a thin line to walk between true friendship and hey, baby.
“We all work nights, Jason; what was so important that you got us up this early?”
His grin widened, and he stepped forward enough that I could see his straight blond hair without the sunshine special effects. He’d cut his hair again, almost businessman short. He was one of the few men I knew who really did look better in shorter hair; it seemed to open up his face and make you see that he was handsome in his own right, when he wasn’t clowning around or being irritating, though honestly that last part had almost gone away. I’d met Jason when he was nineteen; now at twenty-five he had grown up. I was only five or six years older than he was—depending on the time of year, our birthdays made us seem to gain or lose a year on each other. At twenty-five and thirty it wasn’t a big age difference; at nineteen and twenty-five it had seemed like more.
“Let’s wait for everyone else,” he said, and sipped his own coffee. He didn’t really drink a lot of coffee; he sipped at it, and would eventually put it down about half drunk and cold. Since we ground our own beans and used a French press to make the coffee, it was a waste of good, hot caffeine.
I huddled around my third cup of it, determined to make up for Jason’s lack of enthusiasm.
Envy walked into the kitchen. She was five-eleven, so she towered over Jason and me. I was five-three and he was five-four. She’d combed her thick, almost shoulder-length blond hair, but hadn’t bothered with makeup any more than I had. The strong cheekbones of her face seemed unfinished without the makeup, so that you got a glimpse of what she might have looked like at fifteen instead of the very grown-up early twenty-something. She’d thrown an oversized man’s T-shirt over her, and on me it would have hung to midthigh, or even my knees; on her it barely covered her ass, so that she was all long golden legs as she padded barefoot into the room.
She was everything I’d wanted to be when I was a little girl: tall, blond, and Nordic-looking like my father and stepmother, and stepsister, and half brother, and . . . But I’d made peace with my mother’s Mexican heritage that had given me black curls and dark brown eyes, and could even acknowledge that my skin was paler than Envy’s and she tanned better than I did, which just seemed wrong. She blinked pale blue tiger eyes into the sunlight as if she were startled. None of us were morning people. The tiger eyes were literal; she was part of the golden tiger clan, which was one of the few inherited types of lycanthropy, and one of the ways they proved their pure bloodlines was that they were born with permanent tiger eyes in their human faces. Most of the other wereanimals I’d seen with animal eyes in human form had them because they’d spent too much time in their beast form. You could get stuck, and usually the eyes were the first thing to stick.
“Coffee’s hot,” I said.
“Tea,” she muttered.
I started to tell her to help herself, and then realized she didn’t know where the tea was, or anything. It was the first time Envy had stayed overnight at the house in Jefferson County. She lived at the Circus of the Damned with the bulk of our people, but she’d been dropped off here after her date with Richard Zeeman, wolf king, Ulfric of the local werewolves, and college biology professor. He had a house out here in Jefferson County, too, so it had made more sense for him to drop her here than driving her all the way back into the city to the Circus, but I wasn’t sure I wanted them to make a habit out of it. Richard was sort of my ex; we’d even been briefly engaged. We still had sex occasionally, so having his current lover dropped at my house for a sleepover was a little weird. He’d offered to sleep over with Envy here, but I, and she, had vetoed it. We were all polyamorous, which means to love more, so everyone knew what and who everyone else was doing, but that didn’t mean there weren’t moments when too much sharing was, well, too much. Richard’s work schedule was almost the opposite of mine, which meant that though we were lovers, it wasn’t that frequent. Sex with him was great, but we’d both done a lot of emotional damage to each other over the years, and . . . the needs he’d met in my life were now met by other people, who liked, or loved, each other and got along a hell of a lot better with the other men. Richard was trying, but in some ways he’d worked out his shit too late to truly be a part of our happy little poly group. He sort of floated on the edges of my life, and I on his.
Envy had slept in one of the guest rooms, but still it was the first time she’d curled those long legs underneath my kitchen table.
Was I supposed to wait on her? Fetch her tea? I felt the first bubbling of anger, which was still one of my best things, when I didn’t know what else to do.
“What kind of tea do you want?” Jason asked. He put his coffee down and went to the cabinets. He’d stayed over enough to make tea without having to ask directions.
“Mint,” she said, and laid her head on her arms so that she looked like she was going to take a nap on the table.
“Peppermint, spearmint, or a medley?” he asked.
“You pick,” she muttered, not raising her head.
“Rough night?” I asked, sipping more of the strong black coffee.
She moved her head enough to roll an eye at me through the fall of yellow hair. It reminded me disturbingly of Dev, her cousin, who was also a weretiger of the gold clan, and one of my lovers. Dev was short for Devil, which was a nickname for Mephistopheles. Envy had gotten one of the better family names.
“You really need to have sex with him more often.”
“You mean Richard?” I asked, because she was also sleeping with Jean-Claude, head vampire of the United States and my fiancé. I did mention that we were polyamorous, right? It wasn’t cheating, because everyone got everyone else’s permission, but it was complicated, sometimes very complicated.
“Yes,” she said, still just looking at me with that one inhuman eye.
“Did Richard ask you to talk to me?”
“No,” she said, and just looked at me as if waiting for me to say something. Was I supposed to pry information out of her?
“What made it a rough night?” Jason asked. He’d filled the rapid-heat electric kettle, and it was starting to warm up. He had a mug, and a tea bag was trailing out of it, waiting. There was actually loose-leaf tea in there somewhere, but no mint outside bags.
Envy turned her head enough to look at him, so that all I could see was the thick hair. “I don’t think you’ll understand.”
“Try me, I’m very sympathetic.” He grinned when he said it, which left a debate on whether he was really sympathetic or just kidding.
“He really is a good listener,” I said.
She rolled her head back to look at me, and I realized that her hiding her face in her hair might be a stress reaction. What the heck had happened last night?
“He says you and he just can’t get your schedules to match up for sex lately, is that true?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, and drank more coffee; maybe if I just drank enough of it, I could do this conversation without losing my temper.
“Do you enjoy the sex?”
I drank more coffee. Maybe if I drowned myself in it? “Yes.”
“When he’s really rough in bed, how do you get him to stop?”
“You get him to stop by saying ‘No, stop,’” I said.
She rose up enough to shake her head. “No? I can say no and he’ll respect that? I mean, how do you tell him it’s too rough?”
I fought not to frown at her. “I say, ‘Ow, that hurt, stop it.’”
Jason piped up, “Or my favorite, ‘Do that again and I’ll kill you.’”
“You’re not saying it right, Jason; it’s ‘Do that again and I will fucking kill you.’”
He laughed. “Oh, yeah, I forgot that part.” He leaned against the cabinets, grinning at both of us. I didn’t feel like smiling, so I glared at him. His grin widened, eyes sparkling with it.
I shook my head and went back to huddling over my coffee. Jason was incorrigible; trying to corrige him just irritated me and amused the hell out of him.
“Ow really is a safeword for me,” I said.
“Richard says you like rough sex—was he lying?”
I stared into my coffee, debating on whether to get up and add to the cup, or if I had the courage to look her in the face while we had this conversation. Fuck, courage it was.
I turned to look into those beautiful otherworldly eyes and said, “I like rough sex. I like sex with Richard. Now, what’s up? What do you want to know, or say?”
She sat up straighter, squaring her shoulders. “Well, that is direct.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve had this conversation with other girlfriends of his over the years, so just say it, Envy. Did the sex get too rough last night?”
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Do you really like sex as rough as he does?”
I shrugged. “Yes, sometimes, not every night, but yeah.”
She shivered. “Fine, Anita, you want to be direct, I can be direct. I had to tell him to stop, or ease up, constantly last night. He’d been great, the sex would be wonderful, he’d bring me to orgasm and then he’d start being too rough again, as if once he made me come he thought it earned him the right to be too rough and hurt me.”
“Most women can take rougher intercourse after enough foreplay,” Jason said. “He wasn’t trying to be mean, just thought he’d done enough prep work to have sex the way he wanted to have it, and you’d enjoy it, too.”
“Well, I didn’t, and I had to keep telling him to stop. I finally told him to get off me, that was it.”
“Do you mean for last night, or do you mean done as in done forever?” I asked.
She looked at me, and her eyes darkened the way that human eyes do when they start to get angry. “Forever. The sex is amazing if he can control himself, but he’s so big that if he just starts pounding it hurts, and it drowns out all the orgasms, or even stops me from orgasming, because it hurts too much.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you,” I said. What else could I say?
“How long has it been since you’ve slept with him?”
“A while,” I said.
“You can’t remember?”
I shrugged again. “He’s not one of my main sweeties. I . . . Maybe six weeks? He’s trying to date some human woman, and it takes time to really date someone. Our booty calls had to take a backseat to him date-dating someone.”
“As opposed to just fucking them,” she said, and she sounded angry again.
“Yeah, dating takes more time than just fucking,” I said. I fought not to get angry, or be offended, not to add any more emotion to what promised to be an emotional minefield.
“I enjoy sleeping with Jean-Claude, he’s wonderful, but Richard is a brute in bed.”
I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a train wreck—you knew it was coming, but sometimes you’re still along for the ride.
“He can be, I guess.”
Jason came to stand beside me, touched my shoulder. “Say the rest, Anita.”
I looked up at him. “What rest?”
He looked at me, and it was that you know look. There weren’t many people I’d take that look from, but Jason was on that short list.
“I like that he’s rough. Sometimes a brute in bed is exactly what I want,” I said.
She shuddered. “You can have him, I’m done.”
“I don’t want him as a boyfriend either, but the occasional sex is great, that was always fabulous between us.”
“You look delicate, like he’d break you.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” I said.
Jason squeezed my shoulder. “The fact that Anita likes rough sex is one of the reasons I wanted everyone to meet this morning.”
The comment made me look up at him. “What does that mean?”
The tea timer went off and he went to rescue it, and also neatly avoided answering my question.
I called after him. “What do my sexual preferences have to do with anything?”
“I’m getting the tea,” he said with his back to us as he fished the bag out of the mug.
“What is this little meeting about this morning?” I asked, suspicious now.
Nathaniel spoke as he came into the kitchen. “It’s about helping everybody in our poly group feel better.”
He’d pulled on a pair of his favorite jeans, the ones that were nearly white with washing and had begun to thread out across the thighs. His knees peeked out of actual holes as he padded barefoot toward me. His ankle-length hair was in its usual braid so that it was mostly hidden behind him with only glimpses of the thick auburn rope peeking from behind him as he moved.
My smile of greeting changed to something less happy. “What does that mean, and why do I feel like you and Jason have been plotting behind my back about something?”
He smiled, and it was the real deal, not the one that he flashed at Guilty Pleasures to get customers to shove hundred-dollar bills down his pants. If they could have seen this smile full of love and lust and just . . . Nathaniel, they’d have found thousand-dollar bills to offer him in hopes that he’d deliver on everything that smile hinted at.
I fought to stay grumpy at him, but found it impossible as he crossed the golden bars of sunlight, turning his lavender eyes almost blue, as if they were paling in the warmth of all that sunshine. His eyes were truly the color of spring lilacs. Only two things made them darken to a truer purple: anger and lust. It had to be enough of both, and anger was a rarer cause for it than lust.
He changed his walk slightly so that I was suddenly aware of just how well he moved, how muscular and yummy his naked upper body was. He’d actually had to tone down his weight lifting because he was bulking up too much for the flexibility he needed as a dancer. He was learning, and starting to perform, some modern dance pieces, but it was the exotic dancer part of him that glided and strutted his way over to give me another good-morning kiss. We’d done more than kiss before I got out of bed to meet Jason in the kitchen.
He bent that handsome face over me where I sat, coming in for a kiss. “You know just how much you affect me, don’t you?” I whispered.
“It’s my job to know,” he whispered back, and kissed me.
I kissed him back, because what else could I do? Hell, what else did I want to do? I wasn’t angry enough not to run my hand around his bare waist and caress him as our lips met.
He rose and I smiled up at him, damn near stupid-faced with the kiss, and the memory of earlier, and all the days before. We’d been living together for three years and it just got better.
“That,” Envy said, “that’s what I want. I want someone to look at me the way you two look at each other, or the way that Jason and J.J. look at each other. I want gentleness and love.”
“Doesn’t everybody?” Jason said, as he carried her tea to the table.
“No. Anita says she likes Richard being a brute, but she has Nathaniel, and Micah, and Jean-Claude. She has her gentle, and her love.”
“You have Jean-Claude,” I said.
“No, I have sex with Jean-Claude, I’m his lover, but he doesn’t love me.”
Nathaniel turned to her, one hand still in mine. “Are you in love with him?”
I stiffened, my hand tensing in his. “Nathaniel!”
“No, Anita, we need to know how we all really feel about each other. If we’re not honest it all falls apart.”
“He’s right,” Jason said. He sat down at the table at the end so he could see all of us easily.
I glared at him.
“Don’t give me that look,” he said, laughing. “You know it’s true.”
I tried to keep frowning at him, but started smiling in spite of myself. Jason had had that effect on me from almost the beginning when I met him. It was one of the reasons that we were friends and that I hadn’t killed him when I first met him; so glad I hadn’t.
I finally gave in to the smile, but did my best to smother it in my coffee cup, though since I was still holding hands with Nathaniel, the tough-as-nails attitude was a little compromised.
Nathaniel pressed the back of my hand against his bare stomach and I suddenly had more trouble thinking. I looked up at him. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Doing what?” he asked, violet eyes wide. If it had been Jason I’d have known he was being disingenuous, but with Nathaniel just liked touching so much sometimes he did it without thinking.
“Nothing,” I said.
Jason grinned at me from the other end of the table. I started to try to glare at him again, but finally said, “Fuck it, what’s wrong, or what’s up?”
Nathaniel raised my hand up so he could kiss it, and rub his cheek against it, like a cat scent-marking—mine. I liked it, because we were each other’s mine; the fact that the word didn’t include an exclusivity clause didn’t make the possessive mine any less real, a point I just couldn’t seem to explain to my monogamous friends.
“I’ll get breakfast started while we wait for Domino. He’s still in the shower.”
Domino was one of our bodyguards, and one of my lovers, but he didn’t sleep at this house much either. We were still organizing our guard rotation since we lost Ares, and I had been willing to believe that Domino was going to be more at the house because of that, but realizing he was going to be in on the talk this morning let me know it hadn’t been a coincidence that the weretiger had slept over and shared a bed with Nathaniel and me. Our third, Micah Callahan, was traveling on business again, so the big bed had room for a guest.
“Tigers like water, a lot,” I said, and sipped at my coffee.
“I’m not overly fond of it,” Envy said, “but that may be because you can never take a shower without a man thinking you want sex.”
Nathaniel moved toward the oven, laughing softly. Jason started to laugh, too. I coughed and nearly aspirated coffee.
She gave me the full weight of those exotic blue eyes. “It must be true for you, too. Richard loves shower sex.”
Jason laughed harder.
“What’s so funny?” Envy asked, looking from one to the other of us.
Jason looked at me with sparkling eyes. This time I managed to glare at him, while I blushed. I’d almost stopped doing that—almost.
“Anita likes water,” he said in a voice that was shiny with laughter.
“The new oven preheated just like it was supposed to,” Nathaniel said, either because it was what interested him or to prove he wasn’t poking this particular badger with a stick. He moved to the fridge to get the cinnamon rolls he’d made last night.
“Yeah, I like sex in water, but see if I climb into the shower with you anytime soon, laughing boy.”
Jason quieted his laughter, and seemed trapped between looking pleased with himself and trying to pretend-pout at me.
“You and Richard seem perfect sexually for each other; why isn’t he one of your main lovers?” Envy asked.
“Because outside the sex we had a lot of issues, and not all of them went away just because he’s doing his therapy,” I said, my voice a little hoarse from swallowing the coffee wrong. Awkward was putting it mildly.
“I’d wait to put in the cinnamon rolls, or else everybody will be down to have some once they fill the whole house with that great smell,” Jason said.
Nathaniel looked up from the tray in his hand, nodded, and put it back in the fridge. Jason was right, but the fact that he’d said it out loud in time to keep that delectable scent from waking the rest of the household was the other reason he was my friend; he was smart and practical when he wanted to be, big emphasis on the wanted to be.
Nathaniel came to sit beside me, on the other side from Envy. I put my hand under the table so I could play along the threads and bare skin peeking through his jeans; they were one of my favorite pairs of jeans on him, too.
“Anita’s being nice, but the truth is that Richard doesn’t like me, and I don’t like him,” Nathaniel said.
“I’ve noticed he seems sort of conflicted about you. It’s like he’s trying to be fair, but he has trouble where you’re concerned; why is that?”
I slid my fingers through the threads of his jeans so I could touch more of his bare skin. “You want to explain it?” he asked, putting his hand over mine to stop me from caressing quite that much, and the fact that he’d stopped me from petting him and was trying to force me to talk about Richard was as big a clue as any of how much he didn’t like him.
I sighed and said, “Richard is a big, handsome, athletic guy, and even the best of them are used to winning.”
“You mean with women?” she asked.
“That, and physical stuff. He’s used to being able to date pretty much any woman he wants, and if he gets out of his own way in a fight, he can hold his own against most nonprofessional fighters.”
“So?” she said.
“So,” Jason said, “he’s used to winning.”
She looked at all of us, frowning. “I don’t understand what that has to do with him and Nathaniel not getting along.”
“I won,” Nathaniel said.
“Anita, being permanently in her life, being her main squeeze, her person, hers, and she’s mine. Micah and I have what Richard wants.”
“You mean Anita.”
He shrugged, and half-nodded. “Anita, and a life that works, and makes us all happy.”
“He’s sleeping with Anita, and he could still have a life with someone else.”
“He could, but no one is Anita.”
That made me uncomfortable, and I fought not to squirm. “It’s not like that.”
“I think Richard could have shared you with Jean-Claude, because he sees him as dominant, big enough, beautiful, another guy who’s used to winning, so they could have shared,” Jason said.
“But other than the beautiful part, I’m none of those things,” Nathaniel said, “and Richard can’t get past that someone like me won.”
“I’m not a prize to be won, damn it,” I said.
“I know that, and that’s one of the reasons I’m here, and Richard isn’t.”
I met Nathaniel’s so-serious gaze and realized there was more truth there than I wanted to admit. “We’re making Richard sound arrogant, and he’s not.”
“Why do you feel you have to defend him?” Nathaniel asked.
“I don’t know, maybe because I was in love with him once, or maybe because he’s still my lover and I feel guilty about that.”
“Why guilty?” Envy asked.
“I’m not sure, but there’s some guilt tied up with him.”
“I was there, Anita; he blew his chance to be with you over and over,” Jason said, “and he doesn’t like me for a lot of the same reasons he doesn’t like Nathaniel and Micah.”
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Not my cup of tea at all! sorry i pre ordered without seeing a synopsis . It's nothing but some rather boring erotica. I miss the original style of her books , back when they had plot , mystery and lot's of action .i'm sure many will disagree but LKH needs to leave her personal life and agenda out of this series .i don't object to her lifestyle but i'm tired of being overcharged to read stories that are essentially just LKH working through her own angst .write a new series for that instead of destroying the original charachter in this series . Please bring back the kick ass Anita we all fell in love with not this wimpy stand in . Btw this was (thankfully) short even for a novella it's right around 90 pgs the rest is previews .
That was 2hrs of my life that I'll never get back! Could've been a sidenote in the next book. Felt like an exerpt from Laurell's life, unneccessary to the storyline she has created. Was a huge fan, but am fading fast....
I was excited to see a new Anita Blake book coming out. Now I'm sorry I pre-ordered it. The entire book could have been shortened and inserted into the next actual book coming out. Its nothing but sex... and to be honest the sex scenes in other books have been much more interesting than this entire book. If you're interested in reading a good old fashioned Anita Blake kicking ass and taking names book DONT PURCHASE THIS.
It says the book is 304 pages. It feels like a short story. And in this case, a one note, short story. It's sex. There is nothing else. One, multiperson, too many issues, too much talking, hard to imagine, impossible to believe, unrealistic, orgy. The issues, discussed ad nauseam, would kill any mood. And without spoilers and keeping a PG rating, I can't imagine how anyone could "see" the lessons being taught between Anita and JJ. I expect sex in Anita Blake books, but I expect more too. What happened to Anita having a life and a job?
This book is so bad that I couldn't even force myself to finish it. Laurell doesn't even care enough anymore to try and produce a product worth reading. The sex scenes have become so bad that you know she is writing them to fill pages because she has no plot. What a bad showing!
Laurell K. Hamilton brings readers a short novella from the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series, Jason. This is a novella that essentially lets readers see inside the head of a succubus. It's full of everything sexual. From talks at the breakfast table to full on poly-amorous adventures. Anita is somewhat into BDSM and she's exploring the bi-sexual side of things. Jason, a friend and lover is having an issue with love of his life and he needs Anita to help him work it out, in more ways than one. I have read several of the books in the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series, and I've liked them all. The first few books in the series are really enjoyable reads for anyone interested the paranormal. The premise however has changed over the course of the series and Anita has undergone a lot of character growth and has become a lot more sexual in nature, as have the books. The latest novella in the series, Jason continues to explore Anita's sexuality and preferences. Some readers are going to enjoy that. Hamilton has a huge following with this series and in part the sexual content is a big draw. But some readers are going to find it more of the same old thing. Anita is a succubus and as such I expect the books to carry a high concentration of sexuality. You can't really write a succubus character and not have that. That's what it all about. It's central to that type of paranormal character. So, I wasn't surprised at the overall sexiness of this particular story. But there were a few things that didn't quite match up to what I generally expect from this author. Usually, Hamilton gives readers the strong sexual stuff, but she also gives them another avenue to explore, like a mystery of some type or even some zombie related issues for Anita to solve. Not this time. Perhaps it was the shorter format or maybe Hamilton just wanted to write a story that was completely focused on Anita's sexuality. Whatever the reason, there isn't a whole lot other than sex going on in this novella. It does help the reader see into Anita's psyche where it comes to sexuality but that's about it. Anita is a lot of things when it comes to sex. She has tons of sexual partners, she likes it rough, she is exploring both men and women and she has some BDSM tendencies. That'a pretty hard sell in some ways, but she is a succubus so I guess that is supposed to explain it all. I just felt like I needed a little more reason to believe that one person could be all those things. I read erotica and though this book doesn't go that far, I don't think I've ever read a character, succubus or otherwise that is quite as active as Anita in this book and in the last several books in the series. I feel a little let down by that for some reason. I think I would have liked it better had she settled into one of those sexual activities and not all at the same time. Then Hamilton could have honed in on what Anita needed sexually and explored that in a lot greater detail. This novella just felt a little too full of too many different things, sexually speaking. Bottom Line: If you are a fan of the series and have read every book, than I expect you'll probably read this one as well. If you have possibly had some issues with the last few books in the series, this is probably a little more of the same. I wanted more plot, I wanted one aspect of Anita's sexuality to explore and I honestly wanted better sexual language.
If you don't like the sex part of the Anita Blake series skip this one and wait for Dead Ice where you will get more of Anita at work. Jason is more about Jason trying to get his girlfriend to understand his kink and Anita trying to get a grip on her relationship with Jade. Always fun watching Anita struggle emotionally but yeah I want more Animator/Marshall action.
Jason was a major disappointment. It is well written soft core porn but I expect more than bedroom interludes from Anita. The entire book is an exploration of intimate relationships and has none of the detective/police/mystery/action elements common to all of the other books in the series. While this may be a glowing recommendation for some I'm planning to return it.
Nothing but porn. What a waste of time. Glad I borrowed this instead of buying it.
This book was provided to me through NetGalley for an honest review. "Enjoying pain with your pleasure is something you either get, or you don't. If you get it, then you don't really need it explained, because you know how good it feels, and if you don't get it then no amount of talking is going to convince you it makes sense." But sometimes you have to explain the unexplainable, especially if the love of your life needs to understand, or she'll leave you. Jason Schuyler is one of Anita Blake's best friends and favorite werewolves, with benefits. J.J. is his lady love, an old flame from childhood who dances at one of the top ballet companies in New York. She's accomplished, beautiful, and she's crazy about him, too. Neither of them wants to be monogamous, so what could go wrong? J.J. is enthusiastically bisexual, with an emphasis on the female side of things. She plans to keep sleeping with women, because Jason can't meet that need, just like she can't meet Jason's need for rough sex and bondage. J.J. doesn't understand why Jason isn’t content to go elsewhere for a need she can’t fulfil, so Jason asks Anita to help him explain. Anita is having her own relationship growing pains with her only female lover ever, Jade. Jason suggests that J.J. might be able to help Anita with her girl problem, while she helps him with his kinky explanations. With some encouragement from a few other lovers in Anita's life she reluctantly agrees, and J. J. makes plans to fly into town for an experience that none of them will ever forget. I love the Anita Blake books. Some of them more than others, just like any other series, but I love them. I know a lot of reviewers have issues with the extended sex scenes, but I enjoy them. This book, however, starts out as being about just the sexual relationships. It has too much dialogue with nothing else happening. There is no plot besides the relationships. There is not a bad guy/vampire/demon/etc. for Anita to fight. It is all about the people. And you know what? It worked. I especially liked the fact that Anita is forced into recognizing she can’t be the emotional support for everyone she is linked to. She has said that before, but in this book I believe she really accepts it and realizes she has to take a stand with some of her partners. My main criticism of the book is that neither Jean Claude nor Micah make an appearance. I love both of these characters and I want my fix! However, beautiful, beautiful Nathaniel does have a large part, so I guess I can’t complain too much. Yes, this book is all about the relationships, especially the sexual relationships, but it really does add a lot to Anita’s emotional growth. I can’t wait to see how that is manifested in the next book: Dead Ice. The release date is June 5th, 2015.
This is a story mostly about JJ relationship to Jason, and her introduction to how things are with him and the rest of the crew. Sex and JJ, Anita, Nate, Jason, and some Jade. Truthfully, the excert for the next book, might keep me reading this series, I'm not the biggest fan of books that are only sex, when the series didn't start that way.
The description on the back of the book is true. That is what this short novella is about. If you care enough about the character that is Anita and the struggles she goes through trying to manage her love life and the relationships with those she cares about you will enjoy this look at her life. While she is not fighting some supetnatural evil sometimes your personal life can be the hardest battle of all. And yes there is a good bit of sex, but I like that so its fine with me. tl;dr - If you want a story about Anita hunting monsters this is not the story for you. If you like reading how Anita tries to cope with emotional and interpersonal relationships with those she considers hers then give this book a read.
I get it your into a poly lifestyle maybe less info about the politics of that and more story! I read the synopsis though so it was my fault for buying. But really prefer Anita fighting than talking about her lifestyle.
I love Hamiltons characters so I keep coming back, but have been frustrated for awhile with lack of plot and weaker writing. This one in partiucular felt like there were blocks of text that were lecturing or explaining to readers. It's a conversation and a very sex scene inturrupted by talking which I guess is a flip from some of the books which seemed like very conversation or confrontation were interrupted with a sex scene. Hoping that Hamilton will work more on balancing plot and sex.
I have been with this series since book 1. I have no idea whar this books purpose was at all. Whether you are a series reader or first timer just skip this book. No story advancement no plot no anything. I am still at a loss.
It had been a while since a new Anita book had come out, so of course, I purchased this one immediately. I had already ebbed my anticipation with the knowledge that this was not going to be a full novel. I was hooked in the first chapter; but it quickly became all about the sex. I know this book series is known for being very sexy; but I had to put the book down. I find myself skipping sex scenes, sometimes there are just too many of them. This book made me question 'am I a prude by skipping around or does this book have no purpose to serve other than a debut for more multiple sex partner endevours and I'm hoping for more?' This book will sit in my e-library untouched.
I'll never get this time back. Where is the mystery and busting up bad guys???? sigh. Laurell needs to get her head out of her current lifestyle and get back to writing.
This piece showed a generous amount of character growth. To read about Anita becoming more comfortable with herself and her lovers is refreshing. This isn't for the squeamish, as Laurell always pushes the limits with her view on polyamorous relationships. I'm ready for "Dead Ice"
Very Disappointed in this book. She could have done so much more with this. I love her writing and this series, but not this one. I truly hope her next one is back on track with her previous writing capabilities.
I have really enjoyed this series because it is such a unique spin on the vampire/paranormal theme. That being said this book was a complete waste. It was basically porn and I usually don't mind some steamy reading. This series has seriously fizzled out for me. I've seen that another is already out for pre-order but I don't think I can suffer through another one. She had a good thing going but it's time to end it.
Too angsty. No story to speak of.
I used to love her books in the begining. Now I can barley stand them! This book just shows how much Anita has changed into a weak polyamorous women. That's the other problem with this book promoting polyamory. No I don't have a problem with poly. But poly is not just about f***ing it's about love. She doesn't even love have the people she's sleeping with. I think Laurell is putting to much of her own life into her books. I'm just sick of it Anita started out this great kick ass person. Into this weak willed sex slave. I want the old Anita Back!! To me she's no different then Nathaniel!
Unfortunately; I was not moved by Jason. I love LKH and the Anita Series, however I have to agree, it feels like sex to fill pages. And Anita is waning out of her own books because there are so many other characters in her life. I'm not sure I remember who's in the main house and who's in the "outhouse". I miss the action and surprise plot twists that do not involve sex or the ardeur. At one point I forgot which series I was currently reading as Anita and Merry are so super close in plot and sex right now. Also, I was having some difficulty understanding who's perspective the "voice" was - almost like I was along for the ride as the scenes shifted during an after school tv show. Jason did shed light on Anita getting sick and tired of being needed/wanted. We need to see her energized and ready to take on the baddies of the world, not complain that she has too much on her personal plate. That's just too much reality
What has happened to this series? UGH. This book was so boring and tedious. I am beyond sick of Anita's insecurities and her emotional struggles. I She is now officially pathetic and annoying. Done.
I have always considered myself a HUGE LKH fan, but I am losing my love of her writing. I know characters grow and evolve, however, is there really an need for a book that has no substance other then sex . I am no prude, I love a good, hot scene, but this book is a waste of time.