Kitty Rocks the House (Kitty Norville Series #11)

Kitty Rocks the House (Kitty Norville Series #11)

by Carrie Vaughn

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In Carrie Vaughn's New York Times bestseller, Kitty Rocks the House, on the heels of Kitty's return from London, a new werewolf shows up in Denver, one who threatens to split the pack by challenging Kitty's authority at every turn. The timing could not be worse; Kitty needs all the allies she can muster to go against the ancient vampire, Roman, if she's to have any hope of defeating his Long Game. But there's more to this intruder than there seems, and Kitty must uncover the truth, fast. Meanwhile, Cormac pursues an unknown entity wreaking havoc across Denver; and a vampire from the Order of St. Lazaurus tempts Rick with the means to transform his life forever.

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ISBN-13: 9780765368676
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 03/26/2013
Series: Kitty Norville Series , #11
Pages: 324
Sales rank: 551,660
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Carrie Vaughn had the nomadic childhood of the typical Air Force brat, with stops across the country from California to Florida. She earned her B.A. from Occidental College in Los Angeles, and a master's in English from the University of Colorado at Boulder. She has worked as a Renaissance Festival counter wench, a theater usher, an editor, a buyer at an independent bookstore, and an administrative assistant. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.

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Kitty Rocks the House

By Carrie Vaughn

Tor Books

Copyright © 2013 Carrie Vaughn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765368676

Chapter 1

FOR ALL the death I’d seen, I’d been to very few funerals.
This one was fraught, and I couldn’t sort out my feelings, or what I was supposed to be feeling. Grandma Norville had fallen and broken her hip three months ago, but the pneumonia she caught after had been the final culprit. I kept thinking I should have been there. I could have come to visit one more time if I hadn’t been so busy, if I’d just made the effort. But I thought she’d hang on longer. I thought she’d always be here. How selfish was it, to feel guilty at someone’s funeral, as if her passing were somehow my fault, or a personal inconvenience? I was sad, nostalgic, tired, shell-shocked.
Mostly, I was worried about my father. He seemed tall and stoic enough, his chin up, eyes dry. Mom held her arm wrapped around his and kept a tissue close to her eyes. He didn’t seem to be looking at anything, though. Not the flower-drenched casket, not the dark-suited minister, not the sky or grassy lawn with its rows of modern, polished headstones. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I couldn’t ask.
The service was graveside, the springtime Arizona weather was reasonable—sunny, but windy. I kept squinting against dust in the air. The crowd gathered was small, incongruously young. All of Grandma’s friends, siblings, and her husband had gone before her. All that was left were her three kids, their families, and a couple of staff from her retirement home. It had been a quiet ceremony.
My husband Ben and I had driven all night to get here. We stood a little apart from the others. Not so much as to be noticeable, but enough to be comfortable for us. Werewolves didn’t do so well in groups, even ones as small as this. Especially when we were off balance. We stood side by side, our hands entwined. Ben had never even met Grandma. He was here to look out for me. A rock to stand next to. He’d pulled out polish, combing the scruff out of his light brown hair and wearing his best courtroom lawyer suit with a muted navy tie. I’d had a terrible time packing, convinced that all my clothes were inappropriate for the situation. I’d settled on a black skirt and tailored cream blouse for the service, and pinned my blond hair up in a twist. I looked like a waitress.
The rest of the family had flown ahead of us. My sister Cheryl’s husband, Mark, had stayed home with their two kids. Standing next to Mom, hugging herself, Cheryl seemed small in her dress suit, which she probably hadn’t worn since before she was pregnant with Nicky, eight years ago now. She was staring at the flowers with a wrinkled, worried frown.
The minister, a nondenominational chaplain from the retirement home, spoke in a calm, inoffensive voice. He’d started with a Bible verse, the one about walking in the valley of shadows and not fearing evil, and dispensed comforting words of wisdom that might have come from the lyrics of a sixties folk song.
What would the guy say if I told him that I’d had proof that people existed in some form after death? He’d probably say, of course. He was a minister, after all. I had proof of life after death. But I couldn’t say I believed in heaven or hell. I still didn’t know what exactly happened to us after we died. What had happened to my grandmother.
When people at the funeral told me that my grandmother had gone to a better place, did I believe them? I believed that part of her lived on. But I couldn’t say where she was. Was she here, watching us mourn for her? I resisted an urge to call out loud to her, just in case. Was the cemetery filled with the shadows of the dead, all of them watching?
I’d met beings who claimed to be gods. Were they, or were they just powerful people who had existed for thousands of years and so built up a tangle of stories around them, and in those stories they became gods?
When the minister called on his own God, did he really know who he was praying to?
In matters of faith, I couldn’t believe in much of anything anymore. I had my family who loved me, my friends I could count on, and that was about it. Everything else—I saw the signs, but I didn’t know what they meant. All I could do was focus on the road in front of me.
The chaplain said his amens, the rest of us echoed him, he closed his book, and that was that. I decided Grandma would have been disappointed with the whole thing. She’d have wanted something big and grand in a cathedral, with organ music. But this wasn’t for her, it was for the rest of us. Funny how we all seemed so anxious. I wasn’t sure having a chance to say good-bye at a funeral was any better than not having a chance to say good-bye, when the people you loved were snatched away in front of you without ceremony.
We filed back to the cars parked along the curb, leaving the flowers and casket behind. The earth that would fill in the grave had been discreetly hidden away during the ceremony, and would be brought back after we’d all left. I spotted the cemetery employees who would do the deed lurking behind a well-groomed hedge, waiting.
I squeezed Ben’s hand before letting go and trotted forward to catch up to my dad.
“Dad? You okay?”
He smiled a sad smile, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to give me a kiss on the top of my head. Without a word, he let me go and kept walking on with my mother.
So what did that mean?
My aunt, Dad’s younger sister, was hosting a lunch—catered, I found out after discretely poking among my cousins, which was a relief. Friends had been bringing over mountains of food as well. I didn’t want to find out anyone had been cooking for everybody, but no one had. A little less guilt there. I slipped my cousins some money to help with the cost. Wasn’t much else I could do. Ben got directions to their house; I’d never been there. I was close to my immediate family, but I didn’t see the extended family that often. Weddings and funerals, and that was it. Another cliché in a day filled with them.
Before we reached the car, I took a last look over the cemetery’s green slope, toward the row of folding chairs and the mountain of flowers that marked Grandma’s grave. Said a farewell, just in case she was hanging around, and just in case she could hear.
Ben had stopped a few yards away from me and gazed off to a stand of bordering trees. Two figures, a man and a woman, were standing there.
“You see that?” he said, nodding toward them.
“Yeah. They just keeping an eye on us or do they want to make trouble?”
“You want to find out?”
“I kind of do,” I said, and we started toward them.
They’d put themselves upwind so we’d be sure to catch their scents: musky, odd. Werewolves and foreign—not part of our pack. He was a big, burly Latino; she was young and motherly, her dark hair in a ponytail, a gray cardigan over her jeans and blouse. When we approached within speaking distance, they lowered their gazes. She started fidgeting, shuffling her feet—pacing, almost.
“You must be Andy and Michelle,” I said.
She blushed and smiled; he nodded, only raising his gaze to us for brief moments. The werewolf pair had gone submissive, which was a little unnerving—they were the alphas of the Phoenix pack, strong and dominant. I’d been able to send a message ahead to warn them we were coming, that we had no intentions of invading, and could we please have permission to stay in their territory for as long as we needed for the funeral? They’d sent a welcoming message back. I wasn’t sure we’d even meet them while we were here, or if they’d keep their distance.
“Thanks,” Ben said. “For letting us pass through. I hope it hasn’t caused any trouble.”
“Oh, no,” Andy said. “I hope you haven’t had any trouble. You haven’t, have you? You have everything you need? Is there anything else we can do for you? A place to run, maybe?”
“No,” Ben said. “Full moon’s not for another week, fortunately.”
“Ah, good,” Michelle said. “I mean, not good—I’m really sorry about your grandmother.”
My polite smile was feeling awfully stiff. “Thanks. We’d probably better get back to it. We’ll let you know if we need anything. Really.” I started backing away slowly.
“It’s nice meeting you,” Michelle said. She was so earnest I could almost see her tail wagging. “I mean—you’re not really what we expected.”
“What did you expect?” I said.
She ducked her gaze. “Well, you both look so friendly. I guess we expected you to be…”
“Tougher. Tougher looking,” Andy finished. His smile appeared as strained as my own felt. “Given some of the stories we’ve heard.”
“Ah,” I said. “I think some of those stories exaggerate.”
“Even so. It’s still pretty impressive.”
I shuddered to think. Exactly what did I look like from the outside, anyway? I was just a talk radio host. A werewolf talk radio host who’d publically declared war on a shadowy vampire conspiracy. Alrighty, then.
“Thanks again,” Ben said. “We’ll be out of your territory in a couple of days.”
Their smiles suddenly seemed relieved. Ben and I waved good-bye and walked back to the cars.
I frowned. “They’ve been keeping an eye on us the whole time we’ve been here, haven’t they? Just to make sure we wouldn’t start a fight.”
“Seems likely.” His smile was amused, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit jacket. I was a little offended that he wasn’t more worried, or at least insulted.
“They acted like I might try to eat them. When did I become such a badass?”
“Your reputation precedes you,” Ben said.
“I don’t even know what reputation that is anymore. I don’t even recognize myself, the way they were looking at me.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“On the contrary, I think I’d rather ignore it completely.” I wouldn’t know how to act like the badass tough they’d expected.
Cheryl was watching our approach from the edge of the groups of relatives still lingering and talking. There was one person who’d never see her little sister as a badass.
“Do you know them?” she asked. Andy and Michelle were walking away, into a different section of the cemetery.
“Not really,” I said, and left it at that.
“You’re kinda weird, you know that?”
“I’m a werewolf,” I said, glaring. “Trust me, Cheryl, you don’t want to know.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
It wasn’t until the reception was almost over, after Mom, Dad, and Cheryl had already left for their hotel room, after I’d said good-bye to all the relatives without knowing when I was going to see any of them again—we made noises about a family reunion, or maybe a big wedding anniversary celebration, or something—and Ben and I were walking out to our car, parked at the curb a block down the street, that I started crying. The tears burst, all at once, without warning, soaking my cheeks. I choked on a blubbering breath I couldn’t quite seem to catch.
Stopping, I squeezed my eyes shut and held my nose in an effort to stop the stinging.
“Kitty?” Ben had gone on a few more steps before looking back.
I took a deep, stuttering breath that staved off the waterworks. “I’m fine. It just got me for a second.”
He took my hand and leaned close, not to kiss me, but to let his breath play over my neck. His touch, the scent of him, calmed me. I was safe, I was protected. We stood like that for a moment, taking comfort in each other’s presence.
“I’ll drive, okay?” he said finally.
I slouched in the passenger seat, watching the suburban tract housing pass by as we drove away. I turned over the thought that had pushed me over the edge, had triggered the grief I’d kept at bay for the last few days. Grandma had always called me Katherine, refusing any less dignified nickname. Never mind that I hadn’t displayed a lot of dignity as a kid. To her, I was Katherine.
Then it hit me: now, the only people in the world who’d call me Katherine were vampires with an overdeveloped sense of decorum. It was enough to make anyone cry.

Copyright © 2013 by Carrie Vaughn, LLC


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Kitty Rocks the House 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 47 reviews.
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog "KITTY ROCKS THE HOUSE goes back to what I originally liked about this series!" ~Under the Covers As I've mentioned before, I've found it difficult to enjoy some of the previous books in this series because of my fixation on what happened to Cormac and wanting and expecting his situation to be fixed. I have now, sort of, gotten over it. I'm not sure if it's because of that fact, or the plot of this book in general, but KITTY ROCKS THE HOUSE goes back to what I originally liked about this series! Basically we have a new vampire in town, and a new wolf. The vampire is.... a priest, and he's looking to recruit Rick into their order. The new wolf wants to be part of the pack, or does he really? And in the meantime, they are all still waiting to deal with The Roman. Kitty is not so much into her conspiracy theories this time around, and is also having to deal with the consequences of her lack of attention to her pack and to her family. She's still learning to be alpha and sometimes she gets it right, sometimes she makes mistakes. But in this book I believe she solidifies her connection to the pack. I have to also admit that Ben steps up a bit as her mate and as a strong alpha when needed, even though he's more beta than I like. But I've come to the conclusion that him being the way he is works perfect with Kitty, who is also not the take charge wolf either. Cormac on the other hand was a big help and some of his old personaility came through just a bit. He does seem to be growing into his connection with Amelia and maybe this is something that can just help in the future.I am looking forward to seeing more of that and more of the old Cormac. This was an extremely easy and fast read for me but had me gripped enough that I didn't put it down until I finished. *ARC provided by publisher
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read all of this series. This is the last one for me. Every character in this book behaved irresponsibly and wrongly, all stemming from the simple nosiness of the very unconvincing alpha, Kitty. I have never believed in Kitty and Ben as alphas. Both are physically too weak. I realize that the writer's premise is that physical strength is not the most important aspect of an alpha. I could be sold on that, but Kitty doesn'have the moral chops to support this. And Ben is, as ever, Mr. Bland, a true mediocrity. Kitty's irons are, as always, hauled out of the fire by the talents of others. But simply being manipulative and incredibly nosy doesn't make any kind of leader, just a journalist (which she is, very convincingly). Bit not a werewolf alpha. I still hold her responsible for Cormac's jail stint - pulling her irons out of the fire again - but it never occurs to her to feel the least bit of guilt. A relationship with him would have been much more interesting than one with boring Ben. Ms Vaughn has just gone down so many wrong roads with this series now, that I think I've had enough. I'll stick to Patricia Briggs and Ilona Andrews for werewolves I can believe in (ridiculous as that sounds).
MelRackley More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this author and all her books! This one was amazing just like the rest in the series. If you love fantasy set in current time then you will LOVE this!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Carrie Vaughn just never disappoints! This latest Kitty book still held all the magic of the previous novels!
Moishe_Moose More than 1 year ago
This book not only returned to its roots in Denver but to the characterizations & humor that originally attracted me to this series. I don't want to give away any spoilers (unlike the first sentence of the blurb on Amazon for the *next* book in the series), but I was pleased to learn more about the psyche of Rick, the Master Vampire of Denver. And to see the way Kitty & Ben deal with a potential usurper to their Pack was quite interesting. Absolutely LOVED the various callers & guests on Kitty's radio talk show debating whether Shakespeare was truly the author of his works! I've got the next book pre-ordered & will definitely re-read this one! Vaughn has kept this series fresh yet each enough of a stand-alone to entrap a reader who joins the series in midstream.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good enough to make me pre-order the next book when I can.
InvestedIvana More than 1 year ago
Kitty’s having a hard time — Rick is distracted, a newbie is challenging her authority, her pack is clamoring for her attention, Cormac is killing the good guys, and her sister is having a mid-life crisis. I don’t always pay attention to some of the more literary devices that may be used in my entertainment fiction; but, I felt that Kitty Rocks the House has such a strong theme, it’s hard to miss. It is, however, a little hard to define. Kitty is experiencing how both her sister and one of her pack mates, Trey, is suffering because Kitty is spending her time pursuing the things she feels are important — namely her show and the war against Roman–rather than her familial or pack obligations. In turn, Kitty suffers because Rick, Master Vampire of Denver, chooses to pursue something he feels is important–namely the validation of his continued belief in God in spite of being a vampire — while ignoring some of his responsibilities. So, perhaps the theme is either being true to yourself, or something about responsibility. Do you pursue what you believe is right in spite of the damage it may cause others? This is what Cormac and Detective Hardin so when they poke at Father Columban’s wards. Because they are curious — and think they are doing the right thing — they get a (supposedly good) vampire killed and cause Rick to leave Denver, leaving Kitty alone to deal with the city and the Long Game. I’m really surprised Kitty doesn’t get more upset about this, or even try to explain to Cormac and Hardin what they are doing. She just stands by and watches the chaos unfold. I don’t really understand her lack of reaction in that particular scene. I want to yell at both of them, to be honest. The pack has argued with Kitty before about taking care of them, their pack, over trying to take care of the world’s problems, of Roman or the vampires. I think this is a good argument and one many people with responsibilities have to face. Someone has to tackle the big problems, stand up in the big fights; but, often it’s done at a cost, usually to the people around you and your responsibilities to them. Which do you choose?
walkingjane More than 1 year ago
I enjoy this series very much. The characters are well written.
Judy-Ree More than 1 year ago
It's been a while since I visited Kitty's world - according to my Goodreads rating, January of 2013. Eeek! I must have liked it, I gave it 4 stars. However, thinking back, I can't really remember that it left much of an impact - not like those first couple of books where plot points seemed to be burned into my memory. Let's just say that this was one of those times that I was incredibly grateful for an author doing some backstory. So Kitty is back from London and looking to gain more allies against Roman and his 'Long Game' to rule over humanity. (Wait, that wasn't a secret right? Ya'll figured that out already, yes?) The Denver Master of Vampires, Rick, is partnering with Kitty towards this end. But, of course, things are bound to go wrong. First a new werewolf shows up and manages to stir up some trouble for Kitty and Ben. Then a Vampire Priest shows up and Rick suddenly is not available, spending all his time with him. In addition to all this, potential allies are trying to make plans to arrive and it is becoming very clear that Kitty's wolves have been feeling neglected, what with her away so much. While I did enjoy the book, it felt like filler, giving us a chance to take a breath before the next big confrontation. Yes, there was some fighting, but nothing like we've had before. There was the introduction of a new supernatural at the end, totally setting up the next book - Kitty in the Underworld. But my favorite parts contained Cormac, just as many of the scenes I remember from previous books revolved around him. He just does it for me. :) I gave this book 3 stars and hope that the next book has a bit more juice to it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these books, and Vaughn can not write them fast enough! Ms. Vaughn puts a whole new spin on the Supernaturals.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love every book in the series.
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Yup, pretty much. Thanks! Ill look tommorw. Gtg to bed. Night!
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purrfectmatch More than 1 year ago
     This book is part of a series. The first book is Kitty and the Midnight Hour. This is the type of series where it’s best to read the books in order.      This is one of those books in a series where big changes come. There’s several big decisions made. Tests of sorts, allies and enemies coming into play. A twist involving the Long Game. Plus, a choice that could change everything.      This was a typical, good read. Fast paced. A few twists, at points found it hard to put down. A great Kitty Norville installment.
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ondreea More than 1 year ago
Carrie Vaughn's books make me FEEL. I feel for the characters and feel like I'm part of the story because what happens in them matters. There were several times I got upset while reading this book. I wasn't upset in the manner of being offended, but because of the story evoking the appropriate feeling in me. Now that's talented writing. Each book in this series has gotten better. The overarching story has gotten more complex and in this one Ms Vaughn upped the ante. The main female character, Kitty, tests everything: status quo, preconceived notions and beliefs, and what's socially acceptable in the supernatural world. She calls BS on anything and everything that deserves it. The essence of the Kitty character is independent critically thinking. I love that about her and it's what makes her such a strong and likable character. This book has important revelations about the Roman conspiracy and also about Denver's Master, Rick. In addition to the supernatural side is the human side struggling to balance friends and family that we can all identify with. I relish the fact that Kitty questions herself but is not whiny about it. Ben is her rock, but not her crutch. In one part she's berating herself for not being there and her mother tells her that she may not always be immediately available, when she's truly needed, she's there. That is so life and the compromises we need to make. Even though this series is about the supernatural, I think it's a great illustration of life and our everyday struggles; the supernatural aspect is just a representation of being different.
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