Men of the Otherworld (Women of the Otherworld Series)

Men of the Otherworld (Women of the Otherworld Series)

by Kelley Armstrong

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New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong has captivated readers with her spellbinding Women of the Otherworld series. In this collection of four tales, she gives equal time to the men who love these sexy, supernatural women—men who live on the wild side.
As a curious six-year-old, Clayton didn’t resist the bite—he asked for it. But surviving as a lone child-werewolf was more than he could manage—until Jeremy came along, taught Clayton how to straddle the human-werewolf worlds, and introduced him to the Pack. So begins this tantalizing volume featuring three of the most intriguing members of the American Pack—a hierarchical founding family where bloodlines mean everything and each day presents a new, thrilling, and often deadly challenge. For as he grows from a wild child to a clever teen who tests his mentor at every turn, Clayton must learn not only to control his animal instincts but to navigate Pack politics—including showing his brutal archnemesis who the real Alpha is.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553591644
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/23/2010
Series: Women of the Otherworld Series
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 613,439
Product dimensions: 4.34(w) x 6.90(h) x 1.08(d)

About the Author

Kelley Armstrong is the author of nine books of the Otherworld. She lives in Ontario, Canada, with her family.

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"Antonio." Dominic walked to the table and plunked down a bottle of cheap champagne. "I've decided to name him Antonio."

Malcolm sipped his beer as a chorus of "good choice" rose up from the others. Wally and Raymond Santos glanced Malcolm's way, as if seeking permission to congratulate Dominic, but Malcolm just kept drinking and let them make up their own minds. After a moment, Wally joined in with a raised glass to the new father, while sixteen-year-old Raymond busied himself cleaning out a thumbnail.
Dominic paused behind the head chair. Billy Koenig scrambled out of it, making a quick joke about keeping it warm for him. Dominic thudded into the chair and dropped his burly arms onto the table so hard Malcolm's beer sloshed. Typical Dominic—always throwing his weight around, as if he was already Pack Alpha, not just heir apparent.

"A drink for Antonio," Dominic thundered, his voice reverberating through the dingy bar. He turned to the owner, across the room, counting bottles. "Vinnie! Glasses!"

Waiting tables certainly wasn't Vincent's job, but he hopped to it. As Vincent approached, Malcolm held up his empty mug. Vincent paused, but only for a second, then took Malcolm's glass. Dominic allowed himself only a split-second scowl, but it was enough for Malcolm. It was easy to establish dominance when you were bigger than everyone else. Doing it without that advantage was the real accomplishment.

Once the glasses were filled and distributed, Dominic lifted his. "To fatherhood."

Everyone clinked glasses.

"Now, how about a wager?" Dominic boomed. "Take bets on who'll be the next new father. I'll pick Malcolm." A quick grin. "God knows, he's been trying hard enough."

Malcolm gritted his teeth as the others laughed and called out good-natured jabs. It was his own damned fault. Malcolm had meant to keep his hopes secret until he could show off the goods, but two years ago, sitting around this very table listening to Dominic brag about his sons, he'd announced a pending arrival of his own . . . only to discover a month later, when the child was born, that it wasn't his. Since then, everyone knew he'd been trying, and hadn't even sired a daughter.That was his father's fault—difficulty siring children was one family blight Malcolm couldn't overcome through sheer strength of will.

He had only to look at his father—sitting at the next table with the Alpha, Emilio—to see the second family blight, a cane resting beside his father's chair. He bristled, as he always did, at this physical proof of Edward's weakness. Not just weakness. Cowardice.

As a Danvers, Edward had been expected to fight for Alphahood, but when the opportunity arose, he'd somehow managed to cripple his leg. No one was quite sure how it had happened—the story changed with the teller—but whatever the cause, the injury permanently took him out of the line of succession. As a mediocre fighter, Edward had stood no chance of winning an Alpha match, so he'd intentionally taken himself out of the race. Everyone in the Pack knew it.

Malcolm had spent his life wiggling out from under the shadow of his father's cowardice. And he had. After Dominic, he was now the best fighter in the Pack, and among the mutts, his reputation for ruthlessness surpassed that of every other Pack werewolf. But when his father looked over, there was no pride in his face. Just a lifting of his chin, listening in on the younger men's conversation, making sure Malcolm wasn't saying anything to embarrass him.

As they drank the champagne, the cleaning girl stopped by to wipe off their table. She murmured something that was probably meant to be "excuse me," but her thick accent and whispered voice rendered the words unintelligible.

The girl didn't speak more than a dozen words of English. Malcolm figured the only reason Vincent had hired her was because he could pay her half what he'd pay anyone else, her being a Jap and all. Still, it had to be bad for business. How many ex-GIs came in here, saw her, and turned around and left? Malcolm wasn't sure whether the girl really was Japanese, but it didn't matter. People saw slanted eyes and they saw Pearl Harbor, and five years wasn't enough to make anyone forget.

The girl paused at Malcolm's side and lowered her head. Wally grinned and kicked him under the chair. Malcolm leaned back to let the girl wipe his place. Unlike the quick swipe she'd given the others, she made sure to get every spot, including a few that'd probably been there for weeks.

When the girl finished, she scurried off and intercepted Vincent with Malcolm's fresh beer. She took it and returned to the table. First she wiped a spot for the mug, then she wiped off the mug itself, and finally she laid it before him like a ceremonial chalice. As Malcolm grunted his thanks, snickers raced up and down the table.

The girl pointed to the nearly empty bowl of peanuts nearest him.

"Sure," he said. "Fill it up."

When she scampered off with the bowl, Wally hooted. "That girl has it bad, Mal. Gets worse every time we come here."

Malcolm only gulped his beer.

"Hey, come on, Mal. Think about it. She waits on you like that in public? Imagine what she'd do for you in private."

Another chorus of snickers.

"Not my type," Malcolm muttered.

Dominic leaned forward. "Because she's Japanese? Nothing wrong with that. From what I hear, they're damned eager to please, if you know what I mean."

Billy nodded. "Buddy of mine at work has one of them for a girlfriend, on the side, of course, and you wouldn't believe the stories he tells. Ever heard of geishas? All their girls learn some of that shit, and they'll do anything to make a guy happy. Nothing's too kinky—"

Dominic cut him short as the girl approached.

"What?" Billy hissed. "She doesn't understand English."

"Doesn't matter," Dominic murmured.

When she was gone, they started up again, regaling Malcolm with tales of Asian women.

"And," Dominic said as they finished, "unless my nose is wrong, there might be a bonus."

"Just what I need," Malcolm said. "A slant-eyed Jap brat."

His father looked over sharply, frowning his disapproval.

Billy snickered. "You're going to get a talking-to later, Mal."

Malcolm snorted and pretended it didn't matter. Edward wouldn't give him a "talking-to." That implied anger, and Edward never showed that much emotion with his son. He'd calmly speak to him about stereotypes and prejudices, and counsel him to make better choices with his opinions and his language, all the while clearly doubtful that his words were having any impact. Malcolm was a fighter, not a thinker . . . to Edward's everlasting disappointment.

"You should give it a shot, Mal," Dominic said. "Don't worry about who the mother is. Look at Ross Werner. His momma was black and you can hardly tell. With us, it's the male blood that counts. Women . . ." He shrugged. "Just the vehicle. At most you might get a kid with dark hair and dark eyes, but yours are dark enough anyway. Wouldn't matter. And . . ." He leaned closer. "You never know. A little foreign matter in the mix might be just what your boys need to get the job done."

Malcolm gritted his teeth. Dominic always sounded so sincere, like a big brother who really wanted to help, but Malcolm knew he'd like nothing better than to see Malcolm humiliate himself by presenting a half-breed baby to the Pack.

As the night wore on, though, and Malcolm drank more beer, he couldn't stop thinking about what Dominic had said. Mixing up the bloodline might help. He'd never tried that. And Ross's case did suggest the foreign blood wouldn't show, which was all that mattered.

The girl was in the fertile stage of her cycle, and she obviously wanted him. An easy conquest. Plus, if Asian women were as submissive as the others said . . . Malcolm smiled. Submissive was good. Especially if it came from a girl who was in no position to complain if things got out of hand.

By the time the group settled the bill, Malcolm had made up his mind. He sent the others on without him, then cornered the girl as she came out of the back storage room. She started, seeing him there, then dropped her gaze and made no move to get past him.

"Been a long night," he said. "Bet you could use a drink."

When she didn't answer, he pantomimed drinking, then pointed from her to himself. "Drink. You. Me."

"I—I work," she said. "Done soon."

"No, babe, you're done now. Let me handle Vinnie."

He reached for her apron and snapped it off. She gave a shy little smile, then nodded.

"Get drink," she said. "For you."

She took his hand. Hers was tiny, almost birdlike. He wondered how hard he'd need to squeeze to hear those thin bones snap like twigs. Not very hard, he'd wager.

He turned to let her lead him into the bar, but she stopped at a locked door a few feet down and took out a key.

"Room," she said, gaze still lowered. "Upstairs. My room. Yes?"

He smiled down at the girl. "Sure, babe. Whatever you want."

Malcolm sat in a tiny room, empty except for his chair and a sleeping mat. A few candles cast a wavering, sickly light that lined the room with shadows. When the girl went to get his drink, he'd flicked the light switch, but nothing had happened.

That cheap bastard Vincent probably cut off the electricity when he let the girl take the room. Maybe, if the girl was as good as the others claimed she'd be, he'd see about "persuading" Vincent to spring for lights and heat up here. Wouldn't be any inconvenience to him, and the girl sure would be grateful. She'd leave the welcome mat out for anytime he felt like coming back.

The girl slipped from the back room. She'd changed out of her work clothes and into a white cotton robe with an embroidered belt. Her bare feet seemed to glide across the floor. Tiny feet, like the rest of her, slender and hesitant, as graceful and defenseless as a doe. Pretty as one, too. Now that he'd looked past his prejudice, he had to admit she was damned pretty, especially in that white robe, holding a tray like the offering of some virgin priestess. When she bowed before him, the liquid in the glass didn't so much as ripple. He peered at it. The drink was amber, like beer, but clear and . . . steaming.

"Tea?" he said, lip curling. "I don't drink—"

"No, no tea," she said quickly. "Special drink. For you. Make—" A meaningful look at the sleeping pad.
"Make good."

"Make me good?" He started to rise. "I don't need any damned drink to make me good."

"No, no. Please." She backed away, gaze downcast. "Not you. You good. Drink make me good. For you. Make you . . ." She struggled for the word. "Feel better. Make it feel better. For you."

She babbled on some more, waving at the mat, but he got the gist of it. The drink was supposed to make the sex better. He'd heard of things like that, and as the others had said, these girls were supposed to know all there was to know about pleasing a man. This must be one of their tricks.

Malcolm took the drink and sniffed it. Herbs. His werewolf nose didn't detect any taint of anything noxious. He took a sip. Fire burned down his throat, like hundred-proof whiskey.

He closed his eyes and shook himself. The heat spread to his groin and he smiled. Not like he needed the help, but sure, why not. He took a bigger sip.

"Yes?" the girl said.

He looked up to see that she'd unfastened her belt. He could see a swath of pale skin running from her throat, down between her small breasts, over her flat stomach, to the dark thatch below. His cock jumped and he raised the glass in salute. Another sip and she let the robe fall off one shoulder. A third sip, and she dipped the other shoulder, and the robe slid down her body to pool at her feet. For a moment, she stood before him, naked and pale in the wavering candlelight. Then, without a word, she knelt and reached for his zipper.

Malcolm rolled over. A moment's sleep-fog of thinking Why am I lying on the floor? then he remembered and smiled. Whatever foreign hoodoo that girl had put into his drink, it was something else. He closed his eyes and sighed, the tip of his tongue sliding between his teeth as he stretched. Shit, he hurt, and it had nothing to do with sleeping on the floor.

After all those things he'd been thinking in the bar, about what he could do to a little slip of a girl like this, he hadn't even tried. Couldn't be bothered. He'd just laid back and let her work her magic. He'd roused himself for a bit of energetic thrusting, but that'd been the extent of his participation. She'd done all the work.

And work she had. Gave him three damned fine rides . . . maybe even four—he'd been getting hazy near the end. But three times was bragging rights enough. He rolled onto his back and grinned.

Whatever was in that drink was some powerful stuff . . . and so was the girl. Masterful, but never dominant, always letting him know he was in charge. After the second time—or was it the third?—he'd thought he was down, but she'd managed a revival, rubbing, licking, cajoling . . . begging. He felt a fresh surge and leaned back, savoring the memory until he was hard again. Then he rolled over for another go . . . and found himself alone.

Malcolm grunted and lifted his head. The simple movement felt like tumbling headfirst out of a tree. He steadied himself. When the world stopped whirling, he opened his eyes and peered around the dark room. Where was that girl? Helluva time to take a piss.

A voice wafted in from the adjacent room. A singsong voice. He chuckled. Singing while she sat on the john—guess she was still feeling pretty good, too. Maybe she was cleaning up for the next round. Better give her some time; there'd be a lot to clean up. As he lay down, a second voice joined the first. He blinked. A radio or record player? But if there was no electricity up here . . .

Malcolm pushed himself up again, so fast this time that he almost blacked out. He wobbled to his feet and had to rest a moment to get his bearings. His first step nearly sent his legs skidding out from under him like a newborn fawn's. He'd been hung over worse than this, though. Mind over matter, as with everything else in life. If you have the guts and the will, you can do anything.

He closed his eyes and ordered his muscles to obey. Still, it was slow going. His head pounded, and every fiber of his body urged him to lie back down and sleep it off.

Finally, he made it to the wall, then inched around to the door. When he reached it, he peered around the corner. The first thing he saw was the wallpaper. Strange white wallpaper with black geometric shapes. He blinked. No, not wallpaper. Someone had drawn on the walls. Drawn . . . symbols.

A smell wafted out. Something burning, giving off a sweetish odor so faint even his nose could barely detect it. The voices started up again. Singing, but with no tune. Chanting.

There, across the room, was the girl, sitting on a high stool, naked. But she looked . . . different. There were circles drawn around her breasts and stomach, but that wasn't what gave him a start. It was the way she sat, chin high, gaze steady, her poise exuding confidence, no sign of the shy girl he'd just bedded.

The girl's lips were still. She wasn't the one chanting. It was the two women in front of her, their backs to him, one white-haired, one dark. The white-haired one had her head bowed. The other swung a pendulum in front of the girl's stomach. The girl said something and the dark-haired woman snapped at her. The white-haired woman murmured a few words and the girl sighed, then said something that made both women laugh. The old woman patted the girl's bare knee and they started chanting again.

As Malcolm watched, his legs began to tremble, begging him to go lie back down. When he resisted, the room went hazy, and he seemed to float there, the chanting filling his head, lifting him up, symbols swirling around him . . .

A soft growl and he shook the sensation off. Goddamn that drink. First a killer hangover, now hallucinations. That's what this was—a dream or hallucination, caused by the drink. Had to be. His mind set, he stumbled back to the mat and crashed into sleep.

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Men of the Otherworld (Women of the Otherworld Series) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 230 reviews.
TiffyTheSweety More than 1 year ago
I cannot tell you how much I wish that most books had the leading male's point of views. When it's the guys' point of view, it makes me understand the book and the character itself. Twilight did that with Jacob in the 4th book, and I hope Stephanie decides to keep writing Midnight Sun because I would LOVE to learn Edwards side. Then this does exactly that. It makes you understand Clay's character A LOT, shows just how strong Jeremy is and why he is so patient. You learn about Jeremy's father which is big. You also get to learn the why's on some stuff that has been brought up in the Women of the Otherworld series about Jeremy. Why he's different than other Alpha's, why he can contact and sense everyone in the pack by his abilities....oh, and you can sense what he's like in love too :-) I loved this book. Definitely a book that I will read over and over again, I HIGHLY recommend it. Kelley Armstrong has become one of my favorite authors that I just happened to stumble across by walking around a book store one day and I'm definitely not disappointed. You'll love this book and any book by her.
Moonwhisper More than 1 year ago
To say that this book was not disappointing would be an understatement. The stories let you take a look into the past of some of the male characters that you already love. I have read all of the Women of the Otherworld series and have loved them. I added this title to my collection as soon as it came out, and will no doubt be picking up her next title as soon as it hits the shelves.
SeekerAZ More than 1 year ago
Thank you Kelly Armstrong for the insight into Jeremy's background and how ruthless his father Malcolm Danvers was. It was a pleasure to find out about the super natural half of his lineage. I enjoyed finding out how and when Clayton was turned, as well as how Jeremy came to find and raise him. I'm now engrossed in Women of the Otherworld, finding out how Clayton and Elena met and fall in love. All of the Women of the Otherworld books are hard to put down. Now the wait is on for the next installment in this series after Waking the Witch. Thank goodness there's a lot of unfinished business with each character to continue this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love her characters. This book fills in alot of good information. Clay as a child is to cute. You get a feel for how he really is, he is so much more than just a killing machine. If you love Kelley Armstrong's werewolfs this book is a must have. I had to make myself put down this book, i could have read it through in one day if i didn't.
Lisa_RR_H More than 1 year ago
These are four connected stories rather than a novel set in Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. As that title for the series suggests, those books, almost a dozen to date, are almost all told from a female perspective, and usually first person at that--and though connected through different protagonists, although each novel generally following the earlier one's events. This book is different. The four stories are not just written from a male perspective and third person, but within and about a all-male werewolf pack--the one Elena, in Bitten, would come to be the first female member. Bitten is the first of the series, but I could make a case for starting here. The werewolves are generally at the heart of the series but I found Clay in Bitten problematic. This was the first book to really gain my sympathy and liking for him, rather than tolerating him when he showed up in a series I otherwise loved. It does that without pulling its punches about the scary parts of his character either. Jeremy on the other hand *is* a character I always liked, and it made for a good read to have a lot of his background fleshed out here. I also found Armstrong's take on werewolves and their pack dynamics engrossing.
lynzz More than 1 year ago
I have been a fan of Kelley Armstrong for several years. I recenlty re-read all her Women of the Underworld series and picked this up after I was finished. I was a amazed at how well the author set the previous books up and that she could come up with the Men of the Otherworld and tell thier stories. This was escpecially astounding when I read that her first novel, Bitten, was meant to be the only book. I really enjoyed getting Jeremy and Clay's back story and how they came to be how and what they are. I recommend this book to anyone who is a Kelley Armstrong fan and has read any of her Women of the Underworld series.
BellaMiaow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I had downloaded these stories from Armstrong's web site, but never got around to reading them (I don't do much reading for pleasure on a screen). I'm sorry that I delayed doing so! Don't make the mistake of thinking of these pieces as second-rate or "throwaway" just because they were free at first. They are a delight, and do a lot to fill out Clay and Jeremy's backgrounds and motivations. The final story, which is completely new, is also marvelous. Jeremy has always been one of my favorite characters, and I really appreciate seeing him as the focal point of a story.
reannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a collection of short stories/novellas about the male characters from Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. This volume is about the werewolves, with most of it being taken up by the background stories of Clay and Jeremy Danvers. Clay was bitten as a young boy, and lived wild in the Louisiana bayou until Jeremy found him and adopted him.Good strong stories that fill in needed background detail. Another volume is planned of stories about other supernatural men from the series. I look forward to it, as now I do to any work by Kelley Armstrong.
BookWhisperer on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A wonderful walk down memory lane, Kelley Armstrong introduced many readers to the world of Eleana Michael a few years back in the Bitten. I was intrigued by the pack world of Jeremy, Clayton, and Eleana, which lead me to continuing the Women of the Otherworld Series. I was not aware that Kelley had started writing mini stories to offer readers a past for Jeremy and Clayton. I found this book exciting and a unique chance to look deeper into a world that I had been only been given a glimpse of in Bitten. While I have found timesof struggle with Armstrong's writing in the past. I did not feel any with this book. I feel as though I can say Armstrong is growing as an author, and I can tell everytime a new book is released.
red_dianthus on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Normally I don't like short stories as much as novels, but perhaps because I like these characters so much these really worked for me. I think this is my second favorite book in the entire series, mainly because it focused on the characters I like best.
DonnerLibrary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Men of the Otherworld focuses on the male werewolves: Malcolm, Jeremy, and Clayton Danvers. I had not read these stories when they were available on Armstrong's website so it was a great way to get their background stories. While it is definitely not necessary to know this information when reading the books of Women of the Otherworld, knowing so many more details about the men does add a new dimension to those books. Now we understand why Jeremy is different from the other werewolves and how Clayton came to be so damaged. Although the book contains two short stories and two novellas, Armstrong's focus on the werewolves and movement through time make it easy to forget that this isn't just a single novel.
flemmily on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not a huge short story fan, but luckily this is mostly a novella about Clay growing up. I really enjoyed it because I'm familiar with the series and I like the characters - Clay is one of my favorites, and Jeremy comes across as a man of mystery, so it's great to get more of his background. However, I'm not sure this would be as enjoyable for someone coming fresh into the series. It's really a "treat for fans" type of book.
jjmachshev on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I ended up staying up WAY too late just to finish "Men of the Otherworld" by Kelley Armstrong. It was worth every bleary-eyed, short-tempered moment I spent at work today! This is mostly Clayton's story. There is a bit about Jeremy, but the focus is on Clayton. For everyone who's ever wondered about Clayton's must go RIGHT NOW, TODAY and pick up this book. Armstrong has done a fantastic job of making snarly, anti-social Clayton real; and the story of how he got the way he is will have you grinning, sniffling, and laughing out loud--sometimes all at the same time. The story runs from Jeremy's birth, which is fascinating all on its own, up until just before Clayton and Elena's story begins. And the end of the book is (I'm pretty sure) a build-up for an upcoming story about Jeremy and Jaime having to do with the unusual circumstances of Jeremy's birth. I can't wait.
saramllr on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was different from the rest of the series because it's from a (you guessed it) male perspective. I wasn't sure I would like it, but I really did, especially the story about Clay's childhood and growing up in the pack.
Nikk1s on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I loved this installment. It seems like it was lovingly written by Armstrong. It's funny that the majority of the book is from Clay's point of view, but it is a book about the pack and Jeremy really. It's wonderful. I totally disagree with everyone with negative comments about the fourth and final story, because it finally answers "what is Jeremy?". It is not tightly written and the lineage is a little hard to follow but it's believable since the last couple of books in the series have introduced us to different supernaturals. It was a fun and fast read, and I recommend it highly.
MonicaLynn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a great read and a great extension to the Women of the Other world Series. I can't wait to read more about the men. Keep them coming.
crazybatcow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really really liked the first 3 stories in this book. I really disliked the last one (and that is the only reason this book doesn't get 5 stars). The last story felt like it was something that Armstrong had written along the way and it's been sitting on her shelf and she wanted to see it published. Since it is not a story that can stand on its own, it had to be put somewhere, so she tacked it on here to get it off her shelf.The first 3 stories cover the history of Jeremy and Clayton - so if you don't know who these guys are, you might find this book less interesting (read the first two books in the Otherworld series before starting this). It was well-written, and believable, and makes those characters much more fully fleshed so you can appreciate them more.I'm serious. Just don't bother reading the final story (it's short anyway) in this collection and you'll walk away very happy.
amf0001 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I always love Clay and this book is primarily through his eyes, so it's a winner for me. I thought it was going to be a series of disjointed short stories, but they all meshed together to make a pretty seemless book. It followed a linear time line and was predominantly about Clay, and a bit about Jeremy - who is also a terrific character. So a happy unexpected find at the library
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
These are four connected stories rather than a novel set in Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. As that title for the series suggests, those books, a baker's dozen to date, are almost all told from a female perspective, and usually first person at that. The series is in a connected universe, though with different protagonists and perspectives, although each novel generally following the earlier one's events. This book is different. The four stories are not just written from a male perspective and third person, but within and about a all-male werewolf pack--the one which Elena, in Bitten, would become the first female member of. Bitten is the first of the Otherworld series, but I could make a case for starting here. The werewolves are generally at the heart of the series but I found Clay in Bitten problematic. This was the first book to really gain my sympathy and liking for him, rather than tolerating him when he showed up in a series I otherwise loved. It does that without pulling its punches about the scary parts of his character either. Jeremy on the other hand *is* a character I always liked, and it made for a good read to have a lot of his background fleshed out here. I also found Armstrong's take on werewolves and their pack dynamics engrossing.
teharhynn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Much better than I thought it would be. If anything, I'm sorry that I took so long to read it. I thought it was a bunch of random short stories, but it's not. It follows Jeremy and Clay, and I think it was extremely well done. I enjoyed seeing where they came from. Made them much more 3 dimensional.
spectralbat on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While I did not particularly feel enthralled by the last story of the four because it seemed a bit out of context for the overall plot, I absolutely loved this book. I loved how Clay's speech and actions noticeably grew up throughout the movie and Armstrong's descriptions of wolves and how they acted were excellent.
mjwensel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I originally read the majority of these stories on-line and was already a big fan. They do a good job of filling in some of the history of Kelley's most beloved characters. I always enjoy reading her books and this one is no exception.
sithereandread on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As a huge fan of Kelley Armstrong's "Otherworld" series, this book was an absolute MUST for me to read. We met Clay and Jeremy in the first book, "Bitten". But we saw them from Elena's point of view which was skewed by the fact that she resented them for what they were and what Clay did to her. I really wanted to know how Jeremy became Alpha and how Clay became the rough but sweet (only to her) werewolf Elena fell in love with.The first part of this book was 'Infusion', a short story about Jeremy's biological mother, and how she was not from the "normal" world. Malcom saw this as weakness in his son, Jeremy, so he wanted nothing to do with him. Fortunately the Pack took Jeremy in when Malcolm did not. This was a great introduction to Malcolm and how ruthless and selfish he was, and also the fact that Jeremy had other special traits than just being a werewolf, ones that made him a bit more supernatural than most.The second part of the book was 'Savage', a novella about how Clay became a werewolf. This story completely absorbed me from the start. Young Clay comes across a werewolf and tells him he wants to be bit. The man agrees, knowing that this child will die before turning. But Clay does not die and he turns more into a savage creature always looking for food and not getting enough. Jeremy rescues Clay and adopts him as his son, much to Malcolm's discouragment. This book made me laugh out loud because of the crazy antics Clay performed while Jeremy wanted to assimilate him to the human world. We finally learn what happened with the dissection of the class guinea pig.The third part of the book was 'Ascension', a novella about Clayon's coming of age and the Pack choosing its new Alpha. Jeremy and Malcolm were up for the new Alpha which basically split the Pack. This book showed the dark side of these men. When fighting for control and power within the Pack many lives were lost and friendships broken. This was a pivotal starting point to the 'Women of the Otherworld' series. We understood how Jeremy got to become Alpha and what it cost everyone in the Pack.The last part of the book was 'Ghosts', a short story that takes place in 2007. Jeremy and Jamie are together traveling for her show, and Jeremy comes upon a strange woman with strange requests. The strength of Jamie and Jeremy's love is tested and the whole other world of Jeremy's mothers past is revealed that will leave you wanting more!
RavenswoodPublishing on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
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!
Cecilturtle on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is not at all the type of fiction I usually read, but I was pleasantly surprised! Armstrong does a good job of luring the reader in the world of werewolves, explaining folklore while telling an excellent story of father-son rivalry, mixed loyalties and important values. She also touches on other fantastic creatures in her last chapters which open the gate to whole new worlds and stories. Imaginative and well-written.