Smart, sexy, and supernatural—the men and women of the Otherworld live unseen among us. For the most part, mere mortals never suspect their existence—and that’s the way they want it. But now a reckless killer has torn down the wall between our worlds, trapping one very vulnerable, and very mortal, woman in the supernatural cross fire.
Robyn Peltier moved to Los Angeles shortly after her young husband’s sudden and unexpected death. Her hope was that her hectic new life as the PR consultant to a spoiled celebutante would provide a distraction from her grief. But when her client is murdered, Robyn finds herself on the run as the prime suspect. And as more bodies pile up around her, it seems only her friend, tabloid journalist Hope Adams, is on her side.
But Hope and her somewhat spooky boyfriend Karl know it’s just a matter of time before Robyn is caught. For she’s gotten herself in the middle of a turf war between two Otherworld races who’ll spill any amount of blood—human and inhuman—to protect what they consider theirs for eternity. And the only way Hope can save her friend is by letting her enter a world she’s safer knowing nothing about.
About the Author
Kelley Armstrong is the New York Times bestselling author of the Women of the Otherworld series. She has been telling stories since before she could write. Her earliest written efforts were disastrous. If asked for a story about girls and dolls, hers would invariably feature undead girls and evil dolls, much to her teachers' dismay. All efforts to make her produce "normal" stories failed. Today she continues to spin tales of ghosts and demons and werewolves while safely locked in her basement writing-dungeon.
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To call Portia Kane a waste of space was being charitable. She was negative space—a vacuum that sucked in everything around her. An entire industry had grown up to service this spoiled "celebutante." Lives were wasted catering to her whims, feeding her ego, splashing her vapid face across the news.
And for what? She wasn't smart, wasn't talented, wasn't pretty, wasn't even interesting. Adele should know. She'd spent the last two years wallowing in the oatmeal mush that was Portia's mind. But soon she'd be free. If she dared.
Adele stabbed a ripe baby tomato. The innards squirted down the front of her shirt. The insanely expensive white shirt she'd bought just for this meeting. She grabbed a linen napkin, but only ground the pulp into a bloody smear.
A tinkling laugh rose above the murmur of the lunch crowd. Adele turned to see Portia leaning over the table, whispering to Jasmine Wills. Laughing. At Adele? No. To them, she was invisible. That was the goal—never let your prey know it's being stalked.
Paparazzi. An ugly word, with an uglier reputation. The kumpania never used it. They weren't like those curs, endlessly chasing their prey, trying to corner it, provoke it, snatching mouthfuls of flesh where they could. Kumpania photographers were clever foxes, staying out of the fray and getting the most profitable shots through cunning, craft and clairvoyance.
A man cut through the gathering near the restaurant entrance. Was that him? They'd only spoken by phone, but she was sure it was. He had their look—the thinning blond hair, the unnaturally blue eyes, the arrogant tilt of the chin, the razor-sharp cut of the suit.
And he was looking right at her. Smiling at her. Coming toward her. In that moment, Adele knew how a fox felt when it saw its first grizzly.
All sensible supernaturals feared the Cabals, those corporations run by sorcerers whose idea of severance packages usually involved the removal of body parts. For clairvoyants, though, that fear rose to outright terror. By the time clairvoyants finished working for a Cabal, they'd lost the most vital body part of all—their minds.
The power of clairvoyance came with the price tag of insanity, a fate the kumpania promised to save them from in return for a lifetime of servitude. They also promised to protect their clairvoyants from the Cabals, which would woo them with promises of wealth, then drain their powers and retire them to a padded cell, drooling and raving, brought out only for horrific experiments.
And now Adele was willingly meeting with a Cabal sorcerer. Willingly offering herself to his corporation. Was she mad? She had to run, escape while she still could.
She gripped her thighs, squeezing until the pain crystallized her fear into resolve. The grizzly might be the biggest predator in the forest, but a clever fox could use that. A clever clairvoyant could use the Cabals, make her fortune and get out while she was still sane enough to enjoy it.
Adele touched her stomach. In it, she carried the ultimate bargaining chip. With it, she didn't need to flee the grizzly. She could run to it, hide behind it, use it to escape the kumpania and get the kind of life she deserved.
The man stopped beside her table. "Adele Morrissey?" He extended his hand. "Irving Nast. A pleasure to meet you. We have a lot to talk about."
The world was a shitty place; no one knew that better than Robyn Peltier. Every day for the past six months, she'd scoured the news for a story that proved it. She sometimes had to check two newspapers, but never more than that.
No common murder or assault would do. What Robyn looked for were the stories that made people call over their shoulders, "Hey, hon, can you believe this?" The ones you really didn't want to believe because they supported a sneaking suspicion that this world was an ugly, fucked-up place where no one gave a damn about anyone else.
The experts blamed everything from video game violence to hormones in the milk to the wrath of God. People wrung their hands and moaned about what the world was coming to, as if callous disregard for human life was some new phenomenon. Bullshit. It started back when the first caveman clubbed a buddy for his wicked new spear.
But it's easier to tell yourself the world is a good, civilized place, filled with good, civilized people, because that's what you need to believe to keep going. And it works just fine until the day the ugliness seeps to the surface and sucks your life into the cesspool.
Today, Robyn found her story on page two of the L.A. Times. A man had shot a kid for walking across his lawn and thought he was perfectly justified—because, after all, it was his lawn. She clipped the article, laid it on a fresh page of her bulging scrapbook, then smoothed the plastic over it. Number 170.
Before she put the scrapbook back on the shelf, she flipped back to page one and read the headline, as she had 170 times before: "Good Samaritan Gunned Down on Highway." She touched the face in the photo, tracing his cheek, where the plastic covering was almost worn through, and she thought, for the 170th time, what a crappy picture it was.
There was no excuse for picking a bad photo. As a public relations consultant, Robyn knew better than anyone the importance of providing the right picture to convey your message. She thought of all the ones she could have given the press. Damon playing hoops with his nephews. Damon treating his tenth-grade class to post-exam pizza. Damon goofing around with his garage band. Damon grinning at their wedding.
Damn it, any picture of him smiling would have done. How hard was that? The man was a born performer—stick a camera in his face and he lit up. After five years together, she had hundreds of photos of him, any one of which would have shown the world what it had lost that night.
But when asked for a photo, she'd been dealing with the press, the police, the funeral arrangements, everyone clamoring for her attention when all she'd wanted to do was slam the door, fall to the floor and sob until exhaustion blessed her with sleep. She'd grabbed the first picture she could find—his somber college graduation shot—and shoved it into their hands.
Robyn's cell phone rang. "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend." Portia had set up the ring tone. Not that Portia needed her own special one. These days, if Robyn's phone rang, it was almost always Portia, who kept her busier than her dozen clients back in Philadelphia. In this business, the only job crazier than doing PR for Paris Hilton was doing PR for the girl who wanted to be the next Paris Hilton.
She put the scrapbook back on the shelf, then answered.
"Finally," Portia breathed. "It rang, like, ten times, Rob."
Three, but Robyn knew better than to correct her. "Sorry, I was in the other room."
Silence, as Portia contemplated the concept of being, even momentarily, cell phone free.
"So how was lunch with Jasmine?" Robyn asked.
She braced for the answer and prayed if cleanup was required, it wouldn't involve posting bail this time. The tabloids called Jasmine Wills a "frenemy" of Portia's, but if there was any "friend" in the equation, Robyn had yet to see it.
The two young women hadn't spoken since Jasmine stole Brock DeBeers, the former boy-band heartthrob who really had made Portia's heart throb. Robyn had warned Portia not to accept the invitation to a makeup lunch, but Portia had only laughed, saying Robyn didn't understand the game yet, and besides, she hadn't really liked Brock that much. She only kept his photo in her room because she hadn't found time to redecorate.
Apparently, Jasmine had spent the entire meal regaling Portia with tales of her wild sex life with Brock. Man's inhumanity to man. Sometimes it was shooting a helpful stranger, sometimes it was beating your BFF's dignity into the ground with a crowbar.
"But I'm going to get her back. I have a plan."
Portia's singsong cracked at the edges, and Robyn bled a little for her. She wished she could write Portia off as a vacuous twit who was sucking her dry with her neediness, but she supposed it would take another 170 articles in her scrapbook to drain her last ounce of sympathy.
Or maybe Robyn just liked to bleed. Maybe that was why she'd taken the job. Representing Portia Kane was the lowest, most meaningless form of PR work she could imagine. But after Damon's death, she'd had enough of representing not-for-profit organizations for a pittance. No one else cared. Why should she?
"Oh, and then, just before the bill came, Penny called and guess what? They can't make it to Bane tonight because—get this—they're going to the opening of Silhouette with Jasmine. How much you want to bet Jasmine told Penny to call at lunch so she could watch my reaction?"
Every dollar I have, thought Robyn. Portia wasn't stupid. That was the problem. It'd be so much easier if Robyn could write her off as a vacuous twit. But then she'd show some spark of intelligence, some proof that she could do more with her life than grace club openings.
"So what about that benefit concert tonight?" Robyn asked. "If you're skipping Bane, I can call and get you back on the list—"
"Benefit concert? Oh God, Rob, kill me now. No, I'm still going to Bane, and you're coming with me."
How lonely did you need to be to invite your PR rep clubbing? "I'd love to, but I have plans. Remember that friend I was with yesterday, when you came by?"
"The Indian girl?"
"Hope is Indo-American."
Portia's put-upon sigh made Robyn press her fingertips into her temples. Portia never ceased to complain about Robyn correcting her gaffes, ignoring the fact Portia had asked for that "sensitivity training" herself, after she'd been quoted making a racist comment about the city's Hispanic population. Hiring Robyn had been her idea of damage control. She'd needed a new PR rep and someone mentioned Robyn, saying she was looking to relocate after her husband's death. A real tragedy. He was trying to help a stranded motorist, but the woman saw a black guy coming at her on an empty highway and shot him.
With that, Portia had seen the perfect way to prove she wasn't racist. Then Robyn showed up—blond haired and green eyed—and from the look on Portia's face, you'd think she'd never heard the term "interracial marriage."
Portia was still nattering on about Hope. "So bring her and make sure she looks hot—but not hotter than me."
"We already had plans, Portia."
"It's Bane. Now, I know she works for True News, but under absolutely no circumstances is she allowed to report on our evening. Got it?"
In other words, Portia expected full coverage on the front page.
"Hope isn't a celebrity reporter. She's their weird tales girl, so unless you're going to sprout a tail or breathe fire, she's no—"
"Okay, tell her she can report on it. An exclusive. Oh, and make sure she brings that hot boyfriend, and tell him to bring some friends. Hot friends."
"He doesn't have friends here, Portia. They aren't from L.A.—"
Portia let out an eardrum-splitting squeal. "Finally. Jasmine's coming out of the restaurant. Tim, start the car. Move forward, slowly. Rob, hold on."
The line went dead. Robyn was putting the phone down when it rang again.
It was Portia. "Remember how you gave me shit for wearing that micro skirt last week? Wait until you see this." A split-second pause. "Well? What do you think?"
"The photo I just sent you."
Robyn checked her mail. There, with the caption "Wait til tabs see this!!!" was a picture of Jasmine Wills wearing what looked like a baby-doll nightgown. A see-through nightgown. Gauzy pink, with a red bra-and-panty set underneath.
"You're going to send it, right? To the tabs? Oh! Send it to your girlfriend at True News."
"She doesn't cover—"
"Then tell her to make an exception. Oh, my God! There's Brock! Tim, pull forward."
Click. Portia was gone.
It took a half-dozen tries to get the key-card light to work—long enough that Hope was tempted to practice her electronic lock-_picking skills. When the light finally did turn green, she was leaning against the door, handle down, and it flew open under her weight, sending her stumbling inside. She listened for Karl's laugh and when it didn't come, felt a twinge of disappointment.
She shouldn't have been surprised. She'd told him she'd probably have to work late, so she didn't expect him back. Still, her disappointment smacked of dependence. Karl wasn't the kind of guy she should count on.
Hope went to toss her purse on the bed, but threw her laptop case instead. Too much on her mind, fretting about how to help Robyn, worrying about her relationship with Karl, fighting the nagging feeling that the two weren't unrelated. The more she watched her friend spiral downhill, the more anxious she got about where she was heading with Karl.
She kicked off her pumps and squeezed the carpet between her toes, luxuriating in the feel of it, inhaling the scent of flowers?
There, on the desk, was a bouquet of yellow and purple irises. Hope read the tag. From her mother, hoping her first week of work was going well. It wasn't exactly a new job—she'd been at True News for four years, and this was her second L.A. work exchange.
She hadn't planned to return. Los Angeles wasn't her kind of city, really. But the chance for a six-week stint came right as Hope had been trying to schedule vacation time to visit Robyn, and it seemed like the perfect solution.
They'd been friends since high school, when Hope's private academy had been running a joint fund-raiser with Robyn's public school, and they'd been assigned to the same committee. Afterward they'd stayed in touch, gradually becoming friends. Then, in Hope's senior year, when the visions and voices started, she'd had a breakdown and spent her prom night in a mental ward. Robyn had been the only friend who hadn't slipped away, as if Hope's problems might be contagious.
Now Hope had a chance to help Robyn with her problem. When she'd come to L.A., she'd expected Karl would take the opportunity to do a "work exchange" of his own in Europe. Instead, he'd joined her. As good as that felt, she couldn't shake the fear she was getting too used to having him join her on business trips, and that the day he didn't want to come along, she'd be devastated.
"You're home early. You should have called."
She spun as Karl stepped inside. He'd changed since meeting her for lunch, trading designer chinos and a brilliant blue polo for a dark suit that looked like it came from a department store, well below Karl's usual standards. Not that it mattered. Karl could make Goodwill castoffs look good. The lowbrow attire was camouflage—Karl's way of blending into a crowd, and the moment he stepped into the room, though, the tie and jacket were off, cast onto the chair like a hair shirt.
"Good hunting?" Hope asked.
"You forgot to lock the deadbolt and chain."
He kissed the top of her head, cushioning the rebuke. She could feel the chaos waves of worry rolling off him. When Karl settled in a new city, he couldn't relax until he'd cleared out any other werewolves. Kill Karl Marsten, and a werewolf would instantly seal his reputation, guaranteeing for years to come that others would clear out of his way.
Table of ContentsThey’re smart, sexy, and supernatural. They’re the men and women of the Otherworld -- a realm of witches, ghosts, and werewolves who live unseen among us. Only now a reckless killer has torn down the wall, trapping one very human woman in the supernatural cross fire.
Robyn Peltier moved to Los Angeles after her young husband’s sudden death, trying to put some distance between herself and her memories. Though she’s still grieving, the challenges of her new life as the PR consultant to Portia Kane -- the world’s most famous celebutante wannabe -- can sometimes be amusing, even distracting. But when her client is gunned down in the back room of a nightclub, Robyn is suddenly on the run as the prime suspect in the murder. And as more bodies pile up around her, it seems like only Hope Adams, Robyn’s best friend, and Hope’s somewhat spooky boyfriend Karl are on Robyn’s side. Hope Adams follows the kinds of stories whose headlines scream from supermarket checkout lines. But the difference is that Hope’s stories are even weirder -- and they’re all true. Though determined to help Robyn, Hope knows it’s only a matter of time before her friend is caught. But it’s not the police Hope is worried about. For Robyn has gotten herself in the middle of a turf war between two powerful Otherworld cabals who’ll spill any amount of blood -- human and inhuman -- to protect what they consider theirs for all eternity. And the only way Hope can keep her friend alive is by letting her enter a world she’s safer knowing nothing about.
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Now how do I rate Kelley Armstrong's latest in her 'Women of the Otherworld' series? "Living with the Dead" isn't about just one woman. In a lot of ways it's not even about one couple, it's really about two men, two women, a ghost, and the question of what is love.
Robyn is a woman who recently lost her love, her soulmate, to a senseless and stupid crime. She spends her time now just going through the motions of living and keeping a scrapbook about good samaritans who are killed for their deeds, furthering reinforcing the futility and stupidity of her husband's death. When, through no real fault of her own, she becomes embroiled in a battle between two supernatural factions in LA, she ends up running for her life with no idea of why she's become a target.
Hope is Robyn's best friend and she and her werewolf boyfriend Karl have come to LA to do a story, but really to check on Robyn. These two will have to use all their abilities (she's half demon) to keep Robyn alive long enough to figure out who's after her and why! Then we also have a cop necromancer thrown into the mix. And with Robyn's dead husband joining the search for Robyn and her pursuers, the mix is set.
If you're looking for a pure romance, don't look here. If you're looking for a mystery with paranormal elements, an unusual love story that will make you ponder what love is and is not, a story about when and how grief affects different people, and a story about just how whacked out some fringe groups can get...then really pick up "Living With the Dead". You may not exactly be smiling at the end of the book, but you will be panting for the next one.
Enjoyable read from the series, however the editing could have tightened it up a bit. Well done audio.
Hmm - I don't like Hope much to begin with but was even more disappointed with Robyn's TSTL moments - even though Armstrong tried hard to provide proper motivation behind the choices she made I just couldn't buy it. I did like Finn though and it would be interesting to see him again.Adele was suitably psychotic and the seers creepy, an interesting twist with the cabal and kumpania. I like the little peek that shows how all the others from the series are doing.Not Armstrongs best though.
Now how do I rate Kelley Armstrong's latest in her 'Women of the Otherworld' series? "Living with the Dead" isn't about just one woman. In a lot of ways it's not even about one couple, it's really about two men, two women, a ghost, and the question of what is love.Robyn is a woman who recently lost her love, her soulmate, to a senseless and stupid crime. She spends her time now just going through the motions of living and keeping a scrapbook about good samaritans who are killed for their deeds, furthering reinforcing the futility and stupidity of her husband's death. When, through no real fault of her own, she becomes embroiled in a battle between two supernatural factions in LA, she ends up running for her life with no idea of why she's become a target.Hope is Robyn's best friend and she and her werewolf boyfriend Karl have come to LA to do a story, but really to check on Robyn. These two will have to use all their abilities (she's half demon) to keep Robyn alive long enough to figure out who's after her and why! Then we also have a cop necromancer thrown into the mix. And with Robyn's dead husband joining the search for Robyn and her pursuers, the mix is set.If you're looking for a pure romance, don't look here. If you're looking for a mystery with paranormal elements, an unusual love story that will make you ponder what love is and is not, a story about when and how grief affects different people, and a story about just how whacked out some fringe groups can get...then really pick up "Living With the Dead". You may not exactly be smiling at the end of the book, but you will be panting for the next one.
Robyn Peltier is an average human. She has no idea her best friend Hope Adams is half demon or that Hope's boyfriend is a werewolf. Robyn moves to L.A. after the tragic and senseless death of her husband. Hopes takes a temporary assignement in L.A. to help Robyn deal with the loss of Damon and restart her life in L.A. Things are going okay for Robyn, she still seems drawn toward stories of senseless death as she tries to deal with her husband's death. Suddenly her boss is killed and she becomes the prime suspect. Hope had shielded her from the supernatural world, but now she lands right in the middle of a supernatural altercation. Her boss' killer is a clairvoyent mixed up with the Nast Cabal.One thought I had while reading this book was that it would make a good screen play. The action is constantly moving giving depth to all the characters involved. As a novel though the constantly shifting points of view interrupts the flow of the story and doesn't allow this reader to get pulled into the narrative. I may be somewhat biased, as Hope has never been one of my favorite characters of Armstrongs. Her demonic powers have never really been clear cut, and Armstrong seems to change and expand them as needed for the story rather than working within a given parameter. Adele the clairvoyent is a wonderfully psychotic antagonist. Armstrong does a good job of giving her actions meaning in her twisted mind. Unfortunately Robyn as plain human is not as well developed in her own right. We get more a sense of Robyn through the ghost of her husband rather than from Robyn herself. I enjoyed the interaction of the pragmatic homicide dective Finn with that of Robyn's husband's ghost. I would have liked to see more of them and not so much focus on some of the other side characters. In my opinion this is the weakest of Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. It suffers from too many points of view, and loses a cohesive narrative in the process. There are unique characters that are introduced, that I wouldn't mind seeing the focus of their own story, but putting them all into one was too much.
It was OK. Hope and Karl are not my favorite characters in this series and I hope that Ms. Armstrong switches viewpoints again by the next book. Robyn was interesting and I hope we see more of her non-supernatural perspective in coming volumes.
The ninth book in the Women of the Otherworld series. This book followed Hope and Karl and introduced a few new characters. While the story was interesting, this one was tough for me to follow. There were a lot of details about clairvoyants, which weren't very well explained, and the story seemed to jump around a little. I didn't think this was as good as her earlier books, hopefully this is not a foreshadowing of her upcoming books.
I can't help but anticipate each new Otherworld book as it comes out, and I have to say, I think this one is my favorite in quite a while. It's a step away from the first person style Armstrong usually uses, with a larger number of viewpoints and a lead character who isn't even supernatural, and I think that lends the story a whole new freshness that I enjoyed immensely. I think I liked this one the best of any of them since Industrial Magic, actually.This isn't so much the story of one character as much as an ensemble piece, but the story really revolves around the travails of Robyn Peltier, an unlucky PR rep whose husband was killed a few months back in a senseless highway shooting, and whose current Paris Hilton-wannabe client turns out not to fare much better. Robyn gets wrapped up in an double murder investigation whose nature turns out to be quite out of the ordinary: both friends and foes are all supernaturals of some sort or another.Robyn makes a pretty good lead, with a very nice arc out of depression into determination, and the other characters - Hope and Karl from Armstrong's last outing; the clairvoyant Adele; Finn, the detective who can see ghosts - make the scene very rich and as realistic as you can get in this setting. The story was nicely told and well-paced, with some good twists showing up, but rarely out of nowhere, and good use of the continuity of the series. I do think you should read this one after some of the others; otherwise, much of the references won't make sense.The viewpoints, since they're not first person, take a little bit to work out as to whose is whose, but it's not so bad; in fact, I found it pretty easy after the first couple of go-rounds to work out what was going on. I did enjoy getting a bunch of different parts of the scene, though; Armstrong crafted this well.Anyway, you probably shouldn't start off with this one, but if you get this far in the series, this one's definitely worth the ride.
I enjoyed this book much more than I did PERSONAL DEMON, a book that didn't grab me until its second half. This one has many viewpoints in its chapters: Adele, Robyn, Hope, Finn, and Colm. Robyn and Finn interest me more than Hope and Karl. Robyn is already depressed from the act of fear and stupidity that killed her beloved husband. (I wish Ms. Armstrong had mentioned what the killer felt afterward.) Robyn's further traumatized early in the book and is a character realistic enough not to snap out of it right away. She's also a normal human on an Earth where normal humans who get in the way of Supernaturals having problems are often seen as expendable. I think the Kumpania Adele and Colm belong to is worse for its people than the Cabals. There are plenty of secrets, lies, and betrayals to go around. The final twist was good for an evil chuckle, or a sigh, depending upon the reader. There's an interesting speculation in the last chapter, one I suspect Ms. Armstrong will exploit in future volumes. The dustjacket, though, is a disappointment to me -- as boring an attempt to be erotic as I find most Laurell K. Hamilton dustjackets. On the other hand, it's not as boring as the USA paperback's cover.
I really love the way that kelley armstrong writes. I wish that they would come out more often. This book was better than the last book with Hope, though I liked that one too. I was glad to see that Karl had more of a part in this one. When's the next one out!
Interestingly, this book focuses on Robyn, a completely normal human woman, who, in a super bad case of "wrong place, wrong time," becomes the prime suspect in a murder. Luckily for Robyn, and completely unbeknown to her, her best friend Hope, and Hope's boyfriend, Karl, are firmly entrenched in the supernatural world and realize pretty quick that Robyn is smack-dab in the middle of supernatural problems. Including a ghost-whisperer of a detective who just happens to be speaking to Robyn's dead husband.Though this is sounding pretty strange as I type, Armstrong weaves all into an extremely convincing and nail-biting story - and again, I couldn't put it down! DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T STARTED AT THE BEGINNING!!!! You *will* be lost. But if you've yet to start at the beginning, wow, do I envy you - the 1st in the series, _Bitten_, is one of my absolute favorite books, and a gritty, sexy, and exhilarating beginning to a truly fresh series.ENJOY!
Truly enjoyed this book along with the others. What a great story.. Leaving room for the next one to come. Cant wait for it to come out.
Book 9 in Armsrtong's Women of the Otherworld, and the series is still going strongly. In this volume, Robyn Peltier is a human woman, a young grieving widow who takes a job in L.A. as the PR flack for a young celbutante, Portia Kane. When Portia is shot to death in circumstances that suggest Robyn is her killer, Robyn has to run, but it seems the killer can always find her. The policeman looking for her speaks to the dead and is being helped by a ghost who turns out to be Robyn's late husband. Robyn's friend Hope Adams gets involved with her werewolf boyfriend in trying to protect her and solve the killings, along with Paige and Lucas, the witch and sorcerer husband and wife team.Again Armstrong wins out with a novel comprised of equal parts good plos and good characters. Read the whole series, you'll be glad you did.
Kelley Armstrong is a progeny when it comes to supernatural writing. Her books leave you breathless with their racy romances, the constant struggles, and the exciting stories. She does all of this effortlessly and you have no choice but to plummet without stumbling straight into her world. She has created such a strong presence in all of her characters that everything about them makes them seem real! You get so caught up in their stories that you feel you are a part of them. I cannot say enough good things about Kelley!
A good installment in the series. This story follows Hope (a half demon) and her werewolf boyfriend Karl as they investigate the murder of a Paris Hilton-like socialite in a nightclub.
I am a big fan of Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. Armstrong generally writes of strong women with supernatural abilities who must hide their secrets to keep family and friends safe. Living with the Dead (Women of the Otherworld, Book 9) continues this theme but with a few important differences. Robyn, a main character, is not a supernatural and knows nothing about the supernatural world. Finn, the detective assigned to the murder cases, actually is a supernatural but doesn't know there is a community for those like him. Hope, a half-demon, and Karl, a werewolf, must try to save Robyn from the supernatural murderer without letting her in on what is really happening.While I enjoyed Living with the Dead (Women of the Otherworld, Book 9) it was not my favorite of this series by far. It was good but not fantastic. Armstrong uses very short chapters to focus the action on different characters at different times, which is a great technique for keeping the reader a bit off balance and feeling the chaos that both Robyn and Hope are experiencing. However, it can also make for a bit of a choppy read at times. I did actually like Hope's character more in this story than I did in the last book which featured her, Personal Demon (Women of the Otherworld, Book 8).I also don't feel that the title or the tag line "For a woman on the run from a supernatural killer, it's the one thing even more dangerous than dying... Living With The Dead" fit the story very well. It is actually the detective who sees and talks to ghosts and, after the first couple bodies, Robyn actually copes very well with the fact that people are dying as the killer tries to reach her.
Robyn does PR for Portia a Paris Hilton wannabe. When Portia is killed and Robyn flees the scene, Robyn becomes a logical suspect. Robyn is being chased, not only by the police, but also by the killer, who has extra skills on her side... Luckily Robyn has her own special friends too, she just doesn't know it. So Hope and Karl ( the half demon and werewolf from previous books) come to help Robyn solve the case. I don't love every Kelley Armstrong book equally. I found this one enjoyable but not a keeper in the way Bitten was. I guess having just read Psycop, having a homicide detective here who was not as fascinating as Victor Bayne (from Psycop) made John Findley, the cop here, pale in comparison. I always like Karl but find Hope a harder character to deal with and, without spoliting things totally, I found the end of the battle confusing and strangely anticlimactic, after the foreshadowing re Hope.
This review was originally posted on my review blog : Falling Off The Shelf.Robyn Peltier never knew that moving to Los Angelas would be such a eye-opening experience. It's one thing following around a famous celebutante like Portia Kane, clearly another when your being chased down by psychotic murderers. All she ever wanted to do was move away from the horrible memories of her husbands death, not walk straight into more. When her client is gunned down in the back room of a local night club, Robyn is the prime suspect for murder. Hope Adams is Robyn's best friend, and she will do anything to clear her good friend's name. It's crazy enough that Robyn is being hunted down by the police for a murder she didn't commit, but now they have to worry about being stuck in the middle of a turf war between Otherworld Cabals. Hope wants to keep the secrets of the Otherworld as far from her friend's ears as possible, but it may be the only way to save her. It's going to take a lot of help to clear her of this one, and Hope knows just the people who can get the job done.I've been a big fan of Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld Series, and it's no surprise that I would love this book. I read a lot of reviews on Amazon before reading this book, and I was a bit skeptical. A lot of people said they got confused with the constant point-of-view change, but personally I didn't have a problem with it at all. Don't get me wrong, there were a lot of different point-of-views in this installment, from Robyn, to Hope, to Karl, and even the murderer. It was a real brain boggler in the beginning. As soon as I got my bearings, which didn't take long, just a few short chapters, I was able to enjoy this book as much as I have enjoyed every other installment in this fabulous series.I loved how Robyn was determined to do her part in helping to find the murderer of her client, while not really knowing the full scheme of things. She put herself in danger quite a few times, and on many occasions needed the help of her friends to get out of it, but she did it in stride. I honestly don't know how I would react in her situation, being hunted by both the police and a psychotic killer. I'd probably end up climbing under my bed and hoping for the best.I was super excited to finally learn more about Hope Adams, and her lover Karl Marsten. They've shown their faces in previous installments in this series, but I've been wondering when they would surface as main characters. They had always had an on and off again romance brewing, and it was nice to see how things turned out between them here. I'm worried about what will occur in the coming novels with Hope though, because she has some big choices to make, and I hope she will make the right ones. It makes me want to pick up the next installment right now and read it, but unfortunately I'll have to find a way to get my hands on it first. I can't wait to see where things will go with the Otherworld in the next installment, Frostbitten.
I snatch up Kelley Armstrong's books in Women of the Otherworld series as soon as they come out. I'm always confident I'm going to have an engrossing and entertaining read, and this book is no exception. It's a departure from the other novels. Almost all the other books are written from a female first person point of view: though each book tends to have different narrators: a werewolf, a witch, an angel, a necromancer, a half-demon. This book is written in third person though and the perspective is shared between different characters, though this book, like the previous book, Personal Demon, does center around Hope Adams, a half-demon who has to struggle with her nature in a way others in Armstrong's world are spared. I think that makes Hope among the most interesting of Armstrong's heroines, and like her other books this was an engrossing and entertaining read.
This was the weakest book of this series that I’ve read so far. My guess is that it’s because it’s mainly told from the perspectives of people who don’t know about the supernatural community, but that information has to be present somehow; I also felt as though the story itself dragged. I was about a quarter of the way in when I thought: wow, that’s short, it’s going to end soon! And then I kept having that same thought the rest of the way through. It’s not a bad book, however, it’s just that the other books of the series are amazing, so this pretty good one fell flat. It follows typical Women of the Otherworld style, where it has a little bit of romance going on, but that’s a side not to the main thriller aspect of the book. The antagonist of this book is truly crazy, which led to a lot of intense, very sad situations. I like that we get to see a couple of outsiders being brought into the fold and see what it’s like when they realize that the world isn’t as straightforward as they thought it was. My favorite part was all of the misunderstandings that arise when the characters tried the theorize as to what was going on — everyone kept overthinking the series of events and were so mistrustful of everyone else so that it took a really long time for the characters to work out who was actually on whose side and who they could work with. I liked reading about more of Hope and Karl, and it was nice to see Hope taking charge. Their relationship is develops a bit more in this series, but what’s important is that Hope is starting to figure out who she is and what she wants, so in order to make room for that, their relationship is left dangling at the end, so I’m hoping to get some resolution on that in the next book. Basically, this is an amazing series, and this was a pretty-okay installment of it. I’m hoping this book was just a hiccup for the series overall and it doesn’t signal a decline to one of my favorite all-time series, but I’ll have to read the others to find out!
I have no idea where the bad reviews came from, but this book is one of my favorites. It takes off on a run and sprints to the end. Very entertaining. If you are a fan of the series, this is not going to let you down at all.