She just never expected her knight in shining armor to have a shiny coat of fur...
Deadly and tortured, Vane Kattalakis isn't what he seems. Most women lament that their boyfriends are dogs. In Bride's case, hers is a wolf. A Were-Hunter wolf. Wanted dead by his enemies, Vane isn't looking for a mate. But the Fates have marked Bride as his. Now he has three weeks to either convince Bride that the supernatural is real or he will spend the rest of his life neutered--something no self-respecting wolf can accept...
But how does a wolf convince a human to trust him with her life when his enemies are out to end his? In the world of the Were-Hunters, it really is dog-eat-dog. And only one alpha male can win.
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New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. With more than 60 million copies of her books in print in more than one hundred countries, her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.
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By Sherrilyn Kenyon
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Lilac and Lace Boutique on Iberville
The French Quarter
Eight months later
Stunned, Bride McTierney stared at the letter in her hand and blinked. She blinked again.
It couldn't really say what she thought it said.
Was it a joke?
But as she read it again for the fourth time, she knew it wasn't. The rotten, cowardly SOB had actually broken up with her via her own FedEx account.
But I need a woman more in keeping with my celebrity image. I'm going places and I need the kind of woman at my side who will help me, not hinder me. I'll have your things delivered to your building. Here's some money for a hotel room tonight in case you don't have any vacant rooms.
"You sorry, sycophantic, scum-sucking dog," she snarled as she read it again and pain engulfed her so profoundly that it was all she could do not to burst into tears. Her boyfriend of five years was breaking up with her ... through a letter that he'd charged to her business account?
"Damn you to hell, you filthy snake!" she snarled.
Normally Bride would sooner cut her own head off than cuss, but this ... this warranted serious language.
And an ax to her ex-boyfriend's head.
She fought the urge to scream. And the need she felt to get into her SUV, go over to his television station, and pound him into itty-bitty bloody pieces.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Bride wiped it away and sniffed. She wouldn't cry over this. He so wasn't worth it.
Really, he wasn't, and deep inside she wasn't surprised. For the last six months, she'd known this was coming. Had felt it every time Taylor put her on another diet or signed her up for another exercise program.
Not to mention the important dinner party two weeks ago at the Aquarium where he had told her that he didn't want her to join him. "There's no need in you getting all dressed up for something so boring. Really. It's best that I go alone."
She'd known the minute he'd finished speaking that he wouldn't be around much longer.
Still it hurt. Still she ached. How could he do such a thing?
Like this! she thought angrily as she waved the letter around like a lunatic in the middle of her store.
But then she knew. Taylor had never really been happy with her. The only reason he had gone out with her was because her cousin was a manager at a local television station. Taylor had wanted a job there and, like a fool, she had helped him to get it.
Now that he was safely ensconced in his position and his ratings were at the top, he pulled this stunt.
Fine. She didn't need him anyway.
She was better off without him.
But all the arguments in the world didn't ease the bitter, awful pain in her chest that made her want to curl up into a ball and cry until she was spent.
"I won't do it," she said, wiping away another tear. "I won't give him the satisfaction of crying."
Throwing the letter away, she seized her vacuum cleaner with a vengeance.
Her little boutique needed cleaning.
You just vacuumed.
She could just vacuum again until the damned carpet was threadbare.
* * *
Vane Kattalakis felt like shit. He'd just left Grace Alexander's office where the good — and he used the word with full rancor — psychologist had told him there was nothing in the world that could heal his brother until his brother was willing to heal.
It wasn't what he needed to hear. Psychobabble was for humans, it wasn't for wolves who needed to get their stupid asses out of Dodge before they lost them.
Ever since Vane had crawled out of the swamp with his brother on Mardi Gras night, they had been lying low at Sanctuary, a bar owned by a clan of Katagaria bears who welcomed in all strays, no matter where they came from: human, Daimon, Apollite, Dark-Hunter, Dream-Hunter, or Were-Hunter. So long as you kept the peace and threatened no one, the bears allowed you to stay. And live.
But no matter what the Peltier bears told him, he knew the truth. Both he and Fang were living under a death sentence and there was no place safe for them. They had to get mobile before their father realized they were still alive.
The minute he did, a team of assassins would be sent for them. Vane could take them on, but not if he had to drag a hundred-and-twenty-pound comatose wolf behind him.
He needed Fang awake and alert. Most of all, he needed his brother willing to fight again.
But nothing seemed to reach Fang, who had yet to move out of his bed. Nothing.
"I miss you, Fang," he whispered under his breath as his throat tightened with grief. It was so hard to make it alone in the world. To have no one to talk to. No one to trust.
He wanted his brother and sister back so badly that he would gladly sell his soul for it.
But they were both gone now. There was no one left for him. No one.
Sighing, he tucked his hands in his pockets and turned onto Iberville as he walked through the French Quarter.
He wasn't even sure why he cared anymore anyway. He might as well let his father have him. What difference did it make?
But Vane had spent the whole of his life fighting. It was all he knew or understood.
He couldn't do as Fang and just lie down and wait for death. There had to be something out there that could reach his brother.
Something out there that could make both of them want to live again.
Vane paused as he neared one of those women's shops that were scattered throughout the French Quarter. It was a large redbrick building trimmed in black and burgundy. The entire front of it was made of glass that showed inside where the store was littered with lacy women's things and delicate, feminine tchotchkes.
But it wasn't the merchandise that made him pause.
It was her.
The woman he'd thought he would never see again.
He'd seen her only once and then only briefly as he guarded Sunshine Runningwolf in Jackson Square while the artist had sold her artwork to tourists. Oblivious to him, Bride had come up to Sunshine and the two of them had talked for a few minutes.
Then Bride had walked out of his life completely. Even though he'd wanted to follow after her, Vane had known better. Humans and wolves didn't mix.
And definitely not wolves who were as screwed up as he was.
So he'd sat idly by even while every molecule of his body had screamed out for him to go after her.
Bride had been the most beautiful woman Vane had ever seen.
She still was.
Her long auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head that left curls of it to caress her porcelain face. She wore a long, black dress that flowed around her body as she jerked a vacuum cleaner across the carpet.
Every animal instinct in his body roared to life as he saw her again. The feeling was primal. Demanding.
And it wouldn't listen to reason.
Against his will, he found himself headed toward her. It wasn't until he had opened the burgundy door that he realized she was crying.
Fierce anger tore through him. It was bad enough that his life sucked, the last thing he wanted was to see someone like her cry.
* * *
Bride paused her vacuuming and looked up as she heard someone entering her shop. Her breath caught in her throat. Never in her life had she seen a more handsome man.
At first glance his hair was dark brown, but in reality it was made up of all colors: ash, auburn, black, brown, mahogany, even some blond. She'd never seen hair like that on anyone. Long and wavy, it was pulled back into a sexy ponytail.
Better yet, his white T-shirt was pulled tight over a body that most women only saw in the best magazine ads. It was a body that was meant for sex. Tall and lean, that body begged a woman to caress it just to see if it was as hard and perfect as it appeared.
His handsome features were sharp, chiseled, and he had a day's growth of beard on his face. It was the face of a rebel who didn't cater to current fashions ... one who lived his life solely on his own terms. It was obvious that no one told this man how to do anything.
He ... was ... gorgeous.
Bride couldn't see his eyes for the dark sunglasses he wore, but she sensed his gaze. Felt it like a smoldering touch.
This man was tough. Fierce. And it sent a wave of panic through her.
Why would someone like this be in a shop that specialized in women's accessories?
Surely he wasn't going to rob her?
The vacuum, which she hadn't moved a single millimeter since he'd entered her store, started to whine and smoke in protest. Drawing her breath in sharply, Bride quickly turned it off and fanned the motor with her hand.
"Can I help you?" she asked as she struggled to put it behind her counter.
Heat suffused her cheeks as the motor continued to smoke and spit. It added a not-so-pleasant odor of burning dust to the potpourri-scented candles she used.
She smiled lamely at the devastatingly hot god who stood so nonchalantly in her store. "Sorry about that."
Vane closed his eyes as he savored the melodic Southern lilt of her voice. It reached deep inside him, making his whole body burn for her. He was swollen with need and desire.
Swollen with a feral urge to take what he wanted, damn all consequences.
But she was scared of him. His animal half sensed it. And that was the last thing his human half wanted.
Reaching up, he pulled the sunglasses off and offered her a small smile. "Hi."
It didn't help. If anything, the sight of his eyes made her even more nervous.
Bride was stunned. She wouldn't have thought he could ever become better looking, but with that devilish grin, he did.
Worse, the intense, feral look of that languid hazel-green gaze made her shivery and hot. Never in her life had she seen a man even one-tenth as good-looking as this one.
"Hi," she said back, feeling like nine kinds of stupid.
His gaze finally left her and went around the store to her various displays.
"I'm looking for a present," he said in that deeply hypnotic voice. She could have listened to him speak for hours, and for some reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to hear him say her name.
Bride cleared her throat and put those moronic thoughts away as she came out from behind her counter. If her cute ex couldn't stomach her looks, why would a god like this one give a rat's bottom about her?
So she decided to calm down before she embarrassed herself with him. "Who is it for?"
"Someone very special."
His gaze came back to hers and made her tremble even more. He shook his head slightly. "I could never be so lucky," he said, his tone low, beguiling.
What an odd thing for him to say. She couldn't imagine this guy having trouble getting any woman he wanted. Who on earth would say no to that?
On second thought, she hoped she never met a woman that attractive. If she did, she would be morally obligated to run her over in her car.
"How much are you wanting to spend?"
He shrugged. "Money doesn't mean anything to me."
Bride blinked at that. Gorgeous and loaded. Man, some woman out there was lucky.
"Okay. We have some necklaces. Those are always a nice gift."
Vane followed her over to an alcove against the far wall where she had a mirror set up, with a multitude of beaded chokers and earrings that were on cardboard stands around it.
The scent of her made him hard and hot. It was all he could do not to dip his head down to her shoulder and just inhale her scent until he was drunk with it. He focused his gaze on the bare, pale skin of her neck ...
He licked his lips as he imagined what she would taste like. What it would feel like to have her lush curves pressed up against his body. To have her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and dreamy from passion as she looked up at him while he took her.
Even worse, he could sense her own desire and it whetted his appetites even more.
"Which is your favorite?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
There was a black Victorian choker that had her scent all over it. It was obvious she had tried it on recently.
"This one," she said, reaching for it.
His cock hardened even more as her fingers brushed the black onyx stones. He wanted nothing more than to run his hand down her extended arm, to skim his palm over her soft, pale skin until he reached her hand. A hand he would love to nibble.
"Would you try it on for me?"
Bride trembled at the deep tone of his voice. What was it about him that made her so nervous?
But then she knew. He was intensely masculine and being under his direct scrutiny was as excruciating as it was disconcerting.
She tried to put the necklace on, but her hands shook so badly that she couldn't fasten it.
"May I help?" he asked.
She swallowed and nodded.
His warm hands touched hers, making her even more jittery. She looked in the mirror, catching sight of those hazel-green eyes that stared at her with a heat that made her both shiver and burn.
He was without a doubt the best-looking man to ever live and breathe and here he was touching her. It was enough to make her faint!
He deftly fastened the necklace. His fingers lingered at her neck for a minute before he met her gaze in the mirror and stepped back.
"Beautiful," he murmured huskily, only he wasn't looking at the necklace. He was staring into the reflection of her eyes. "I'll take it."
Torn between relief and sadness, Bride looked away quickly as she reached to take it off. In truth, she loved this necklace and hated to see it go. She'd bought it for the store, but had wanted to keep it for herself.
But why bother? It was a six-hundred-dollar handmade work of art. She didn't have anywhere to wear it. It would be a waste, and the pragmatic Irishwoman in her wouldn't allow her to be so foolish.
Pulling it off, she swallowed the new lump in her throat and headed for the register.
Vane watched her intently. She was even sadder than before. Gods, how he wanted nothing more than to have her smile at him. What did a human male say to a human female to make her happy?
She-wolves didn't really smile, not like humans did. Their smiles were more devious, seductive. Inviting. His people didn't smile when they were happy.
They had sex when they were happy and that, to him, was the biggest benefit to being an animal — rather than a human. Humans had rules about intimacy that he had never fully understood.
She placed the necklace in a large white box with a cotton pad in the bottom. "Would you like it gift-wrapped?"
Carefully, she removed the price tag, set it next to the register, then pulled out a small piece of paper that had been pre-cut to the size of the box. Without looking up at him, she quickly wrapped the box and rang up his sale.
"Six hundred and twenty-three dollars and eighty-four cents, please."
Still she didn't look at him. Instead her gaze was focused on the ground near his feet.
Vane felt a strange urge to dip down until his face was in her line of sight. He refrained as he pulled his wallet out and handed her his American Express card.
It was laughable, really, that a wolf had a human credit card. But then, this was the twenty-first century and those who didn't blend quickly found themselves exterminated. Unlike many others of his kind, he had investments and property.
Hell, he even had a personal banker.
Bride took the card and ran it through her computer terminal.
"You work here alone?" he asked, and quickly learned that was inappropriate since her fear returned with a scent so strong it almost made him curse out loud.
She was lying to him. He could smell it.
Good going, jackass. Humans. He'd never understand them. But then, they were weak, especially their females.
She handed him the receipt.
Aggravated at himself for making her even more uncomfortable, he signed his name and handed it back to her.
She compared his signature to his card and frowned. "Katta ..." "Kattalakis," he said. "It's Greek."
Her eyes lighted up just a bit as she returned the card to him. "That's very different. You must have a hard time spelling it for people."
She tucked the receipt into her drawer, then placed the wrapped box in a small bag with corded handles. "Thanks," she said quietly, setting it on the counter in front of him. "Have a nice day, Mr. Kattalakis."
Excerpted from Night Play by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright © 2004 Sherrilyn Kenyon. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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Welcome to some grade A book crack!! Really, there isn't much more to say about this book. I devoured it in a few sweet hours and was ready to hop onto the next hunky piece of man meat in the dark hunter series. This whole series is nothing more than simple book crack and I love it! Every book in this series, so far, has held onto the same basic plot line - hunky tortured male falls in love with insecure woman. Can she love him back? Is he worthy? Is she worthy? How will their love survive? What the hell is up with the sexy piece of flesh named Acheron? See, it's the same thing over and over again, but man does it make for some great relaxing reading. What's different about Night Play - not much. OK, so the lead male character Vane isn't a Dark-Hunter, but he is a Were-Hunter Wolf. No matter what Vane is in the story, these guys are all the same, usually immortal hunks with a tortured past that are amazed to fine themselves drawn to these modern day women. The best change in this book is the plus sized heroine, Bride. It was a nice change compared to having believe that Barbie doesn't have a love life and needs a hunky man to help repair her self-esteem, pleeease. Give me a story about a real woman any day, and all the more better that she gets to play sex kitten with the hot love stallion. You almost can't go wrong with this series. Yes, some books are way better than others. No, the reading isn't strenuous or thought provoking. Yes, the series should be read in order, but you could probably manage just fine picking up any of them and reading it solely. My recommendation: Pick up the book, get into your favorite reading spot, grab some coffee, and relax with some simple reading. You won't regret the series.
I love this book and have read mutliple times...I like the fact that Bride isn't a skinny mini and Vane loves her no matter what size she is...I hope Sherrilyn has some more plus size love interest for these hunky men!!!
This is by far one of my favorites out of the Dark-Hunters series. I absolutely love Vane and Bride. This movie will have you wooting as Vane proves to the world that thin doesn't always mean beautiful. You find yourself wishing you were Bride as Vane defends her from a @sshole ex in the most hilarious ways. Watch as this wily wolf works his way into your heart and your permanent book collection!
Vane and Bride are just an awesome romantic couple! It was fun to get into the head of a Were-Hunter for the first time in this series (not counting the hard to find short story, Dragonswan, which I actually read after this novel). Life and romance through the eyes of a wolf is incredibly fun, new and very humorous at times. I love that he sees the beauty of a full-figured woman because women are beautiful in all shapes, sizes (and colors). If I were Bride, I'd want to part of Vane's pack too. His brothers are great characters too and can't wait to hear more about Fang's story!!!
Loved it!! Loved him! Vane was one of those guys with a painful past too, but unlike Zarek, he didn¿t wallow in it. He came to terms with it and didn¿t let it dictate his present behavior. He accepted it and moved on. He wasn¿t always brooding or angry, he could laugh and make jokes and never felt like he was deprived of his childhood. He never felt sorry for himself. His powers are up there with Acheron¿s! Hot! He knows a lot about Ash-much more than any of the Dark-Hunters. He could wield his magic precisely and he had tons of it!! I give the books I love the most the shortest reviews because I can't think of any criticisms. I mostly love Vane because he saw Bride for who she was. We plus-size ladies can be so selfconscious that it is hard for us to believe anyone can find us sexy. Vane is my hero!
This is my favorite book in series. I agree this is some grade A book crack as has been stated already. But this book with Vane and Bride, is the best so far.
I am completely, utterly, unconditionally hooked to Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter Series. I loved this book because it brought in a whole other element to the Dark-Hunter, the world of the sexy Were-Hunters and Vane. Wow wee! How I love these books. :)
I loved that this one had action but mostly just simply a GREAT love story. I love Bride, I love how Vane loved her exactly the way the was and did not want her to change. I felt for Fang. And the fact that Fury got his brothers back that was great! I love all the books but this one I read in one sitting just to read how much Vane loved Bride. Must get!!
This was a twist compared to the DH novels that came before. While Vane's parents were the villains, the murder plot against him was more toned down. It was interesting to have the focus more on Vane & Bride's relationship. Think I will have to start adding these to my bookshelf instead of borrowing.
I really enjoyed Vane and Brides story. I thought it was funny, exciting, sweet, and showed that a romance doesn't have to be about typical gal/guy but about those of us that fall in that other category. I liked the family aspect and learning more about the "were" community. Can't wait to see more of them in the books to come!
This book is HOT!..Vane and Bride are a fantastic couple. He is afraid of love, she isn't use to it. Wonderful story, one of Kenyon's best.
I'm absolutely loving the Dark Hunter series. This one was near and dear to my heart what with me being a plus size girl myself. Bride was one of my favorite heroines so far. I love the idea of a seriously hot and ripped warrior being able to love a size 18 girl. A real woman! The story was great and the romance hot, what's not to love.
Night Play suffers from a similar complaint I had with Kiss of the Night. I had difficulty seeing why the hero and heroine ended up together. It seems to me as if Bride and Vane chose each other because of what they are rather than who they are. Bride because Vane, as a Were-Hunter could never cheat or abandon her while Vane hungers for the gentleness and comfort a female Were could not provide. So, wouldn't that mean that Bride would have been just as happy were she mated to another Were-Hunter by the Fates ? Earlier on Bride asks Vane if he loves her because of the mating mark or because of her. From what I saw, this question was never answered even until the end.Another issue I had with the book was some minor discrepancies with the behavior or knowledge of the characters. Can you imagine a medieval time-traveler who knows nothing of modern pop culture but owns a romance novel from that time ? Or that a werewolf who has built a fortune through investments has no idea at all of acceptable behavior on dates ? There's probably more but these are the more obvious ones to me.Once again, it's the supporting characters who keeps the story interesting. Acheron's appearances always makes one eager to read his story while Simi never fails to bring a smile to my face with her antics. Vane's newly discovered brother, Fury also injects some much needed humor through his interactions with the other characters. In fact, I liked Vane and Bride more than Wulf and Cassandra because Fury adds more depth to their characters.Another one to read only if you're a Dark-Hunter fan.
This book was more about the romance than some of the other books in this series. I liked Bride (but I¿m not crazy about her name) and Vane, though the book followed Kenyon¿s usual ¿supernatural man finds love with human woman but he thinks they shouldn¿t be together¿ formula. I also like how Kenyon¿s leading ladies are not the stereotypical drop dead gorgeous bombshells. Not a lot of substance here, but that¿s really not what I was looking for. You read these books for a fun supernatural romp complete with some hot between the sheets action.
The Dark-Hunter series has had some ups and downs for me, but I have to say that I'm glad that I have continued with it or I would have missed out on some wonderful stories. When Sherrilyn Kenyon is ¿up¿, she can write a very good story, and Night Play was definitely an ¿up¿ book for me. It had the swoon-worthy romance that I've loved in some of Ms. Kenyon's other books, lots of fun and interesting characters, and a good plot. Night Play picks up the narrative of Were-Hunter Vane Kattalakis right where book #2 of the series, Night Embrace, had left him. Things got off to a steamy start right in chapter one with a hot love scene between Vane and Bride. Normally I'm not fond of the quick hook-up or stranger sex, but this time it worked for me. Ms. Kenyon managed to infuse both characters with a deep vulnerability that made their lovemaking very honest and real even though they had barely met. Vane had also seen and had been thoroughly enthralled by Bride months before in a scene in Night Embrace. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her ever since, and when he found her again, it was obvious that he desired more than just a one night stand. Both Vane and Bride are completely accepting of one another, flaws and all, right from the start, making them one of the most romantic and perfect-for-each-other couples that I have ever read.Vane was a hero I won't soon forget who has earned a spot near the top of my favorite heroes list. He is rather typical of Sherrilyn Keyon's heroes in the Dark-Hunter series with his long hair and beautiful physique, but his is the first full-length Were-Hunter story that I've read. Vane is a Katagaria wolf whose animal form is that of the Arctic wolf, one of my favorite breeds. In the scenes where he is in his wolf form, I thought he was rather cute. When he is a human though, which is for most of the story, Vane is a seriously sexy man. He doesn't think that he knows or understands anything about humans, but time and time again, proves that he is more humane than many full-blooded humans. Vane does a very respectable job of comforting and wooing Bride just on instinct alone, and makes a great impression on her by just being himself (albeit initially hiding his wolf side and magical powers). I absolutely love the way he protected and tenderly cared for Bride and made her feel so special, something no man had ever done for her before. Vane sees her not as a full-figured woman, but as one who is beautiful and sexy with lots of soft, luscious curves. He just can't imagine why any man wouldn't find her attractive. Vane is a tortured soul whose own parents not only disowned him but are actually out to kill him. In the past, he has been conditioned to rather violent animalistic matings that were meant to show dominance, and although the animal part of him still wants that, the man in him is completely undone by Bride's gentle touches and easy acceptance of him in both his human and wolf forms. No one except his siblings ever showed Vane any love, and he just basks in the warmth of Bride's affections and cherishes every moment with her. He even showed compassion for an abused and abandoned dog, earning its trust almost instantly, not just because he's part animal himself, but because of his kindness and loyalty. Vane may have been the alpha of his pack, but when it came to his interactions with Bride, Vane behaves more like a sweet beta which is pretty much my idea of perfection in a hero.As a heroine, Bride was no slouch herself. She had a much healthier upbringing than Vane did, surrounded by a loving, supportive family, with the possible exception of her sister who said some hurtful things to her. However, Bride's plump figure has been the object of many an individual's derision over the years, and she has just had her heart broken by a jerk of an ex who used her to get a glamorous job and then dumped her for not looking good enough to be seen on his arm in pu
Possibly my favourite Dark Hunter book, although the story is about were-hunter Vane rather than a dark-hunter. Fast, easy read, with a believable attraction between Vane and Bride. I liked the introduction of Fury too, and the fact you couldn't understood his motivation initially.
I'm still thoroughly enjoying the series and devouring it like a kid in a candy store. I was a bit lost in this book, though, because of the Were-Hunters being brought in. I wasn't quite sure where some stuff came from, but it wasn't enough that it made the book hard to read.Really do love this mix of genres. A lot.
Night Play is Sherrilyn Kenyon's latest "Dark-Hunter" book, although this time the hero is not a Dark-Hunter but a Were-Hunter. Vane Kattalakis is a Lykos Were-Hunter; both a wolf and a man, born with a wolf's soul and destined to love with a man's. He's also in a lot of trouble. He's being hunted by just about everyone there is, and currently hiding out (as much as an alpha male such as he is likely to hide) at the Sanctuary Bar in New Orleans, a safe refuge for Weres of all clans and affiliations. His brother, Fang, is seriously injured after they were both betrayed and Vane's focus is to see to Fang's safety and healing. He certainly isn't looking for a mate. He isn't even looking for a little short-term female attention. Then he meets Bride McTierney. She's everything he's looked for in a woman; well-rounded, intelligent and loving. She's also sworn off men after being dumped - by FedEx - by her now ex-fiance. She certainly doesn't expect serious attention from a man as stunning as Vane. She prefers the wolf that has started hanging around her. These two people are not exactly what fated lovers are supposed to be. For one thing, they aren't even the same species, which is about as big as barriers can get. Add to that the fact Vane is on the run as well as being caught up in a long-time family feud and romance doesn't seem to stand much of a chance. As for Bride, once she learns Vane's big secret and begins to understand the situation, she faces a world she never knew existed, new enemies and the possibility her children might be puppies. Kenyon has created a detailed and complex mythology for her ever-expanding series. She's done a lot of work and this adds great depth to her books. However, it can also be very confusing and sometimes distracting for the reader. I have to admit that I still haven't got it all straight and I've even joined a discussion list to help me work it all out. Night Play harks back to the earlier books, without the machinations of gods, goddesses and great fates. I enjoyed it for exactly that reason. As much as it can be fun to work out all the hints and little revelations, sometimes it is nice just to sit back and devour a story. That's what I got to do this time. Bride is a wonderful heroine and one I could relate to. For one thing, she's a little plump - and that's one of the things Vane loves about her. All of us "larger" women can relate to the power of that. She takes all the new things in her life well, but not automatically. There is less angst in this book that some of the others - and certainly than there will be in the next one, which is Valerius's story - and that made it a lovely relaxing read while I was away from home.
We get a good look at were-hunters in this go round of the Dark Hunter series. Vane is mated with Bride ¿ a human ¿ and must convice her to be with him in 3 weeks time. Decent story but the ending was somewhat lame.
Night Play is one of my favorites in this series so far - it's right up there with Fantasy Lover and Dance with the Devil, although I think DwtD might come out ahead. I love, love, loved it! It was one of those books that just got better. The plot was slightly different than the previous books in the series and focused more on the love story. Bride was a wonderful, size eighteen human heroine, who knows (or knew anyway) nothing about what goes bump in the night, while Vane is a to-die-for hunky hero. Need I say more? Everyone would love a guy like him - I know I would! This was one of those books that a few times at the end I had that big, goofy, dumb smile on my face, and don't pretend I'm the only one! ;PValerius makes another appearance as a slightly more likable character and he looks to be a very interesting and intriguing hero in his installment. Actually, a lot of the characters who make appearances sound like they'd be great heroes/heroines. Too bad Sherrilyn can't turn them out faster and most likely won't have time for all of them! :P
Fantastic audio book and series
Vane and his brother Fury are absolutely hilarious with each other, but lethal to all foes. Vane's love for Bride, a BBW (big, beautiful woman), allows him to see her in a way no other man ever has; Of course, Vane is so much more than a man and Night Play is so much more than just another paranormal romance.
Great as always. Nice to see the heroine was a regular girl instead of a gorgeous model for a change. Have already bought the next in the Dark Hunter series and look forward to reading it.
Yet another great read from Kenyon.