When Regina's friends insist on setting her up a "Fantasy Fix" to help her get over her cheating ex, she dreams up some kinky out-of-this-world encounters that they could never possibly bring to life. But the next thing Regina knows, her friends have got her laced into a shiny black corset, tight leather pants, and a sexy pair of stilettos. It's time for some downtown vampire-fantasy fun. . . .
The Vampire Ball in Manhattan's East Village isn't really Dmitri Vidâme's idea of a good time, but as a member of the Council that governs the Others, he has to keep an eye on all the young vamps who prey on the pretenders. After he feasts his dark eyes on fiery Regina at the bar, he knows that he must have her. But for the first time Dmitri meets a woman who is more than a match for his indomitable will. And he may be the fantasy Regina hoped for… until she—and her feisty friends—discover her sexy new lover's bloodsucking secret…
About the Author
Christine Warren is the bestselling author of The Others series, including Wolf at the Door, Big Bad Wolf, Born to Be Wild, Prince Charming Doesn't Live Here, and Black Magic Woman. Born and raised in coastal New England, she now lives as a transplant in the Pacific Northwest. (She completely bypassed those states in the middle due to her phobia of being landlocked.) When not writing, she enjoys horseback riding, playing with her pets, identifying dogs from photos of their underbellies, and most of all reading things someone else had to agonize over.
Christine Warren is the bestselling author of The Others series, including Wolf at the Door, Big Bad Wolf, Born to Be Wild, Prince Charming Doesn’t Live Here, and Black Magic Woman. Born and raised in coastal New England, she now lives as a transplant in the Pacific Northwest. (She completely bypassed those states in the middle due to her phobia of being landlocked). When not writing, she enjoys horseback riding, playing with her pets, identifying dogs from photos of their underbellies, and most of all reading things someone else had to agonize over.
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One Bite with a Stranger
By Christine Warren
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2008 Christine Warren
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"Good Lord, you should have seen her face! I thought her eyes were going to pop right out of her head."
Regina McNeill laughed along with the friends gathered in her apartment for their semimonthly girls' night ritual. As said ritual had already involved several bottles of truly exceptional wine, Reggie was currently stretched out on her living room carpet with her head resting on a sofa pillow and her gaze fixed on the ceiling, which spun in wide, gentle swirls overhead.
True to form, her friends noticed her distraction and reacted by setting her wine glass on the edge of the coffee table near her shoulder and continuing the conversation.
"Are you kidding? And miss one second of staring at that gorgeous hunk of a man? Our Corinne would never be that stupid." Danice topped off her wine glass from a nearly empty bottle of cabernet and grinned slyly. "Besides, if her eyes had popped out, they probably would have just landed on her chin. I think it was on the floor by that point."
Missy laughed. "That accounts for the puddles, then!"
"Hey," Corinne protested with mock dignity, finishing off the white wine in her own glass. "There were no puddles involved. At least, not that early on."
"And they didn't consist of drool anyway," Ava quipped as she selected a chunk of havarti from the plundered plate of cheese on the table in front of her. "I hope those sheets of yours didn't stain, Corinne, darling."
"If they did, I don't want to know about it." Reggie laughed and pushed herself into a sitting position. It took enough effort that she figured she should forget another glass of wine.
Reggie wasn't normally a heavy drinker, but if tonight's company hadn't provided enough of an excuse to relax that rule a little, the damp, dreary spring weather had. She'd had three and a half glasses of pinot grigio, which was two more than it took to bring her solidly past tipsy. "There's such a thing as too much information, you know."
"There is not," Danice protested, her pretty brown eyes sparkling with wine and mischief. "Friends share everything, Reggie!"
"Mm, especially the dirty parts," Ava purred. Her sleek, dark eyebrows wriggled suggestively and drew another laugh from the group.
Even Reggie laughed while she snagged a cracker from the coffee table full of munchies. Predictably, it had only taken four hours and a bit of alcohol to send the conversation among the five close friends straight to the gutter. As the self- acknowledged prude of the group, Reggie had been figuratively dragged along behind the others.
"I don't get the dirty parts," she commented for probably the hundredth time to this particular audience. "I thought that's what blue movies and romance novels were for. I mean, who wants to hear about the sex lives of people they actually know? It's like watching your parents get freaky. Ick."
Danice gave a theatrically disappointed sigh. "Regina Elaina, where did we go wrong with you? All sex is interesting, sweetie, 'cause hearing about it is the next best thing to doing it."
Reggie rolled her eyes. "I've heard that argument before, Nicie, and I'm still not buying. If I'm not having the sex, I'm not interested in hearing about it."
"And that brings up something I've been wanting to talk to everyone about," Ava interrupted, her mouth curving in the kind of smile that always made the hair on the back of Reggie's neck stand up. "Thank you for the lovely segue, Reggie dear."
Unease pushed Reggie into an automatic protest, but Ava characteristically plowed right over her like a Prada-wearing steamroller.
"It has come to my attention," Ava continued, "that you, Regina, are the only one of our little group who has yet to take part in her very own Fantasy Fix."
The suggestion was met with a half second of silence followed by a rousing cheer from everyone but Reggie; because she was too busy snapping into instant sobriety and experiencing a sudden and debilitating empathy for trapped lab rats around the world.
And were those cat's whiskers she could see sprouting from Ava's nose?
"Oh, no," Reggie protested, holding her hands out in front of her as if she could beat back her best friends' intentions. "I'm not going to be your next victim. I was never wild about the Fix idea in the first place, but you guys ignored me back then. You said I was being a silly Puritan and that I'd get over it. Well, I haven't. Pick someone else."
The idea of the Fantasy Fixes had come out of a night Reggie would never forget. And she ought to know, because she'd been trying to do so for the past six months.
"You know, I don't think we can do that this time," Danice said, leaping onto Ava's bandwagon with an unrepentant grin. "I think Ava's right. Every single one of us here has taken at least one turn so far. Ava and Corinne and I have even taken two each. It just wouldn't be right if we kept skipping over you. Why, personally, I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if we didn't make it our first and foremost priority to get you Fixed just as soon as possible."
"Maybe I'm not broken," Reggie growled, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Not that she'd expected much else. No one could talk Danice Carter out of an idea, which is why the Fantasy Fixes had gotten off the ground to begin with.
Ava had thought it up, with Danice quickly throwing her support behind it, and since the whole thing had been born on another wild and wine-filled girls' night, Corinne and even Missy had quickly jumped onto the bandwagon. At the time even Reggie hadn't fought that hard against it. Six months ago, she couldn't see the harm. Now she was considering applying for disaster relief funds.
The Fantasy Fix had exploded into being when one too many drinks had led the five women's conversation to the subject of fantasies — in particular, to sexual fantasies.
"Have you ever acted one out?" Ava had wanted to know. "One of the really steamy ones you didn't want anyone to know about?"
Danice scoffed at that. "When would I get the chance? And with who? Reggie's the only one of us with a long-term relationship. I'm lucky if I can get lucky, let alone find a guy to act out the good stuff with."
"I don't know if that makes Reggie lucky though," Corinne observed. "Sometimes it's even harder to do the fantasy thing with a real partner than it would be with someone you don't know as well. There's more at stake. Personally, if I'm going to admit I want to dress up in red leather and have some hunk call me 'mistress,' I think I'd rather do it with a stranger."
"Mistress, huh?" Missy giggled and grinned. "You go, girl. I wouldn't have pegged you for it, but I think I like this side of you. You're right though; strangers might be easier."
"Exactly," Danice agreed. "Besides, you pull out the big guns with a lover, and he's gonna want in on the fantasizing. Lovers want to get inside your head. At least if you were doing the fantasy thing with a stranger, you can do it all the way, not worry about him whining that he wants to be the emperor this time."
They had all laughed, except for Ava. She'd had that look.
"You know, Corinne," she said slowly, "I know a guy, a real hunk, who would love the opportunity to call someone 'mistress' without paying for it or doing the long-term thing. I could maybe hook you two up."
Missy laughed. "Playing matchmaker, Ava? You know, I've been looking for a nice mountain man to kidnap me and keep me in his cabin for a weekend or two. Know anyone like that?"
"I don't know about Ava, but I do," Danice chimed in. "I could fix you up with that fantasy."
"In fact," Ava murmured, beginning to smile. "I would be willing to wager that if we put our heads together, the five of us could design a way for any four of us to fix up the other one. Make it possible for her to live her fantasies. Give her, as it were, a Fantasy Fix."
That had been the beginning of the end. A vote had revealed the five of them to be just drunk enough and just insane enough to agree to help each other find a way to live out their wildest sexual fantasies. They'd drawn up a plan, collected five fantasies from each member of the group, and plunged headfirst into round one.
By putting their heads together, the five friends found they knew an awful lot of men who fit each other's visions of a fantasy lover. After that, making the arrangements had been easy. Round one had gone off like gangbusters, with each woman taking a turn at acting out one of her five fantasies with one of the eligible bachelors in the fantasy pool. Well, each woman had taken a turn except for Reggie.
At the time the idea came together, Reggie had still been seeing Greg — had still been living with Greg, unfortunately — so she'd been exempt. They'd skipped over her, and Reggie had told herself she didn't need a fantasy lover when she had a real one sleeping by her side every night. She hadn't realized that while Greg slept by her side every night, he also fucked his receptionist in his office every afternoon.
The relationship with him hadn't made it past the beginning of round two. Their breakup had been four months ago, and while Reggie had finally reached the stage when she could admit she was better off without the scum-sucker, she still didn't quite feel ready for a Fantasy Fix. Heck, she was barely ready for a shopping fix!
Of course, try to tell that to her friends.
And she was. She was trying really, really hard. They just refused to listen.
"Get the hat," Danice instructed Missy while Corinne returned from the kitchen with a fresh bottle of white. "Who's got custody of Ms. McNeill's fantasies? Missy? You're our record keeper."
Four women looked at each other, and Reggie had the fleeting hope her fantasies had been lost to the ether. Maybe then they could just forget this whole insane idea.
"I didn't bring them," Missy admitted. "I didn't know Corinne was finished, so I didn't think we'd be drawing tonight."
Reggie started to grin.
"No matter," Ava dismissed. "Just get a pen and paper. She can draw up five new ones. Knowing our bashful, old-fashioned, and monogamous friend, her old ones probably all featured the Slimeball, anyway."
Reggie felt the first stirrings of panic. Her friends had never liked Greg — neither did Reggie these days — but that didn't mean she felt ready to hop into bed with a stranger. Even before Greg, she'd never done anything like that. In fact, he'd only been the third lover she'd ever had. She wasn't the type for one-night stands, let alone for acting out sexual fantasies. Her friends might be all Sex and the City, but Reggie was more Leave It to Beaver.
"You know, I really think —"
"That you need to make these good, girl," Danice interrupted firmly, handing Reggie a pad and a pen. "Now is your chance to live it up. Get fantasizing."
Reggie shook her head and tried to hand the pen back. "No, really. I don't have any fantasies."
"Don't lie, Regina. It's not polite," Ava said, pinning her with a hard stare. "Everyone has fantasies."
Missy returned to the group and held up the straw hat she had snagged from Reggie's hall closet. "Who's going to draw?"
"I will," Corinne offered, and set her refilled wine glass on the cocktail table. "Since I had the last Fix."
Reggie felt her already nebulous control over her own fate slipping permanently from her grasp. "No. Wait a minute, you guys. I'm not so sure this is really a good idea. I mean, I don't think I'm ready for this. Maybe I need to finish getting over this thing with Greg —"
"Trust me when I tell you, darling, the best way to get over that asshole is to screw him right out of your memory." Trust Ava to lay it all out in black and white. She never had been one to beat around the bush. "And since I don't see you going out and picking up an assistant to help you with that, it is up to your friends to pick one up for you."
"Plant it, Reg." Danice pushed Reggie down onto the sofa and handed her a large glass of wine. "It's your turn, and you are not backing out this time."
Reggie barely hit the cushions before Corinne took a turn with the browbeating. "No more stalling. You had your chance to veto this Fix in the beginning, just like we all did. But once you threw in your fantasies, and we started round one, you were committed."
Reggie scowled. "I ought to be committed."
"Actually, that's a really good point," Corinne interrupted. "She was in this beginning with round one, right? But she never got a turn. So I think" — she paused to grin at the other women — "Reggie should get a double draw. Two fantasies for the price of one, so to speak."
"Yes!" Danice's exclamation overrode Reggie's protest. "It'll be our job as the Fixers to find a way to fit the two fantasies together. Don't worry, toots. We'll find a way to make it happen for you."
"It'll be great."
"Just trust us."
Oh, God. She was doomed.
Reggie looked at the solid wall of sisterly unity in front of her, and knew resistance would prove futile. There was no getting out of this. Not with Ava leading the charge right over the edge of the cliff.
"Write!" the woman ordered, pointing imperiously at the blank paper on Reggie's lap. "We need five fantasies, Ms. McNeill, the kinkier the better."
"No buts. Concentrate on butts." Corinne grinned. "And pecs and abs and talented hands. And maybe one or two other things."
They all laughed, and Reggie knew her reprieve had come to an ignominious end. She could never get away without listing five fantasies and throwing them — and herself — on her friends' nonexistent mercy.
"I don't see the pen moving, Reg," Missy teased her, waggling her eyebrows. "Get going. This is your chance to do all the things you weren't sure were even physically possible."
Reggie started to snap that she'd prefer the impossible, but she stopped when a thought occurred to her.
She pursed her lips and tapped the pen against the pad. "So were there any rules about these fantasies? I can't remember all the particulars we decided on. I think I was too drunk."
"Anything goes, baby." Danice grinned. "You can ask for anything you want, and if we can't get it for you, we have to pay the forfeit. One month of celibacy each."
"Which is not going to be a problem, darling. We can get you anything you want, Regina, so quit stalling and start writing."
Reggie narrowed her eyes and obeyed Ava's command. She knew she was being vindictive with the first four slips of paper she filled out, but panic had taken over and she found the insistence of her friends only added to the tension. As far as she could tell, a month of abstinence would be good for them. Maybe it would get their minds off sex for sixty consecutive seconds.
Pushing down her conscience, Reggie quickly scribbled out four fantasies, each impossible for anyone to fulfill. Not even her resourceful friends could manage to find a vampire, an alien, Bigfoot or Elvis, still alive, in shape, and fully functional.
Take that, she thought, folding the scraps of paper neatly and setting them on the table.
"Oh, you cannot tell me you don't have enough fantasies," Danice glared, planting a hand on her hip and shaking her head at Reggie. "You are twenty-seven years old, girl, and the last two, you spent chained to Groping Gregory. You got time to make up for!"
"I'm thinking," Reggie snapped back. And she was, but unfortunately she'd just run out of Weekly World News headlines.
"Don't think," Ava ordered, holding out the hat. "Fantasize. Now."
Reggie racked her brain for another ten seconds and came up blank, but when even softhearted Missy started in on her to finish, she dashed off the first thing that came to mind and tossed the five folded slips of paper into the hat. The last one really was one of her fantasies, and her stomach knotted at the prospect of it becoming common knowledge, but the chances of it being drawn weren't good. If the gods loved her, she reassured herself, it would never see the light of day. She'd be cuddling a yeti before it ever happened.
"Fine. Do your worst," Reggie muttered, having no trouble projecting a tone of nervous resentment. "But I hope you all pay for this one day. One day soon!"
She drained her wine glass while her friends whooped their glee, then she reached for the bottle of pinot grigio and poured another.
Corinne settled down on the couch beside Reggie and patted her knee companionably. "Buck up, grasshopper. We love you, and I can guarantee that we will give you one hell of a Fix."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Reggie had never really wanted a Fix. She'd wanted a marriage and a family and a white picket fence, but Greg had ruined all that. And what was worse, her friends would probably have had a harder time believing that was her fantasy than they would with the alien abduction scenario. For Reggie, though, sex wasn't just about sex. Sex was great, of course, but she'd never been able to treat it lightly. She wasn't wired that way. For her, sex was about having a relationship with another person and allowing herself to be vulnerable to him, and who wanted to be vulnerable to a stranger?
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This Books are so good. A must read and a must keep in your permanent library. You might not understand them because they are not in the rite order. This is how they so posed to go. 1. One bite with a Stranger (Regina and Dmitri) 2. Big Bad Wolf (Missy and Graham) 3. Wolf at the Door (Cassidy and Quinn) 4. She's No Faerie Princess (Fiona and Walker) 5. The Demon you know (Abby and Rule) 6. Howl at the Moon (Noah and Samantha) 7. You're so Vein (Ava and Vladimir) This is how they should go because they tie together, there's two more books in the series but they don't go with the ones i put in order. You can read them alone.
There just wasn't much of a story outside of the sex scenes. It really wasn't what I'd become accustomed to with Ms. Warren's other books. I do like a good sex scene though and this book had lots of them.
I have read 1-5 books of the others series and liked them, but this one was a waste of time. The plot had a begining and an end, but NO MIDDLE. The first 120 pages is noting but sex. I like a good romance as much as any girl, but this went way to far and way to long. This book needed more plot and less porn.
I really enjoyed this book! It has humor, steamy sex, love and very good story!
Book 1 of The Others.. This is the first book I have read my Ms. Warren and it blew my top off! Very very sexy and I loveee the scenes played out in this book. Had me panting from the 1st page till the end.. I even got some notes off those scenes to practice with my husband when he comes back from Iraq lol!! It is worth the read and I stayed up all night just to finish it! I have now bought the rest of the series of The Others but on her website it is not in order correctly but under her Faqs link she puts the correct books in order...
The book was OK. If your main reason for reading paranormal romance is the smut, then this is the book for you! It's more erotica than romance. If bdsm isn't your thing, the steamy scenes are bothersome. I found myself irritated, thinking "No means no, ass****" for several pages. But I guess that's part of that scene. I didn't believe there was any romance. Just lust, and lots of it. This book doesn't require any thought to follow. I'd recommend it if you have a few hours to waste and nothing better to do. I did enjoy A Demon You Know, and I hope the rest of the series leans more in the direction of that book.
I thought this would be a great vampire romance especially with the premise "fantasy fix-up". What a let down. Dmitri was not a character I could really like. No chemistry between those two aside from kinky sex. Ava seemed like a much cooler, complex character than Regina.
Now that Regina McNeill is no longer living with cheating ex boyfriend Greg, her four close friends remind her she no longer has an exemption from the ¿Fantasy Fix¿ the others agreed to try. Not accepting Reggie¿s protests of no interest, the fearsome foursome friends demand she select her fantasy date. She chooses a night with a vampire.------------- The Others council member vampire Dmitri Vidame thinks how far he goes to carry out his responsibilities as he and Graham the werewolf attend an East Village human Vampire gala the pair hope to catch a rogue vampiric predator who attacks the mortal pretenders. Dmitri is stunned when he sees Reggie across the crowded room as he has an instant need for her. He wonders what the chances are of ¿Strangers in the Night¿ sharing love for he has waited hundreds of years to meet his beloved. As Dmitri tries to persuade the hesitant human to WALK ON THE WILD SIDE with him, her friends intrude to insure she is safe Greg still believes she is his and Dmitri has failed to inform her he has slightly different diet than her. -------------------- The latest Others¿ romantic urban fantasy stars a strong lead couple and a solid support cast, especially her caring albeit interfering friends. The story line lacks the depth of the Christine Warren¿s previous paranormal entries as the focus is more on the lead couple¿s relationship than the serial killer. However ONE BITE WITH A STRANGER remains a fun tale because of the lead couple. They will remind the audience of the Sinatra tune Strangers in the Night as ¿Something in your eyes was so inviting. Something in your smile was so exciting. Something in my heart,told me I must have you.¿---------------- Harriet Klausner
I have both the hard copy and digital copy off this book and have read it several times. The sex is dominate and hot with elements of bondage.
Love these books!!! Great stories, love the characters and steaming HOT sex scenes...add humor and you get 5 Stars! Trying to figure out Warrens delightful "Other Series" numbering sequence for reading these in order is enough to literally drive you insane though. Thank god they're good enough to stand on their own even if read out of order!
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force. I do not believe Ms. Warren wrote this book.
This is a great read and a great series. Big bad wolf is my all time fav. This one is my second fav but let's face it they are ALL Afreakinmazing.
I have the paperback and i absolutely loved this book. It had me anticipating every sultry move, on the edge of my seat. It was hot and even made me blush which is hard to do while reading a book. Now that i have the other review that tells me the order. Im going to stick with it and get reading.
I really liked this book. Didn"t realize when I started it it was part of a series but I did not get confused at all. Going to read whole series eventually!
This is the first book of 'the Others' series that I read. I was addicted. I searched them all out and completed the series. They are so well written, you just don't want to put them down!