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Award-winning, New York Times bestselling author Marjorie M. Liu’s magnificent Dirk and Steele novels are the gold standard of paranormal romance fiction. Stepping briefly away from her unique detective agency of shapeshifters, psychics, and extraordinary beings, Lui enters the dangerous shadows of Crimson City with A Taste of Crimson. Set in a dark and twisted version of Los Angeles—a “City of Angels” from which the angels have long since fled—A Taste of Crimson has a beautiful creature of the night teaming up with an enemy, a slayer, to get to the root of an impending catastrophe that threatens to shatter a tentative peace between humans, vampires and werewolves. A breathtaking blend of sensuous romance with superior urban fantasy in the bestselling vein of Jeaniene Frost and Nalini Singh, A Taste of Crimson is a satisfying feast for every paranormal fan. Perhaps Booklist put it best: “If you have yet to add Liu to your must-read list, you’re doing yourself a disservice.”
About the Author
Marjorie M. Liu is an attorney and New York Times bestselling author of paranormal romances and urban fantasy. In the world of comic books, she is also the writer of NYX: No Way Home, Black Widow, X-23, and Dark Wolverine. She lives in the American Midwest and Beijing, China.
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A Taste of Crimson
By Marjorie M. Liu
Copyright © 2005
Marjorie M. Liu
All right reserved.
The Man was around, which meant that Keeli had to slip out of
Butchies through the back, leaving Shelly in the weeds with
five tables, one of which had been screaming for their fries
just before that familiar starched white shirt ghosted through
the front doors.
"H.I. Bob is here," Shelly whispered, and just like that,
Keeli had to drop everything and dodge. Health Inspector Bob,
aka The Man.
A man who had a distinct disliking for werewolves. He had
already fined Jim Butchie three hundred dollars for keeping
Keeli on as a waitress. Not that werewolves were the reason
cited, but it didn't have to be. The Man had a reputation,
and every other restaurant in the city - the ones that didn't
discriminate - had suffered from his twitchy fingers and high
Blame it on a new law from the Feds, which now required the
Food and Health industry to screen all its prospective
employees for lycanthropy and other "aggressive" diseases.
Employers weren't supposed to discriminate based on blood-test
results - that, at least, was still illegal - but enforcement
was a joke. Humans were running scared nowadays. Or at least,
a little nervous.
Keeli was lucky - she still had a job. Even the most
progressive restaurants fired their non-humans servers after a
run-inwith the Man. Of course, most restaurants weren't
owned and run by Jim Butchie, an ex-trucker who embodied the
two most sacred words in Keeli's vocabulary: fuck you.
Butchies was a greasy hole situated in the armpit of east
downtown, the round and smelly fringe of the city. Good cheap
food, and open twenty-four hours a day. Jim lived above his
restaurant and could always be counted on to poke his nose
into everyone's business, at every hour of the day. Jim
didn't seem to need much sleep. One of the busboys had
probably gone up to his apartment by now and told him about
Keeli crouched beside the dumpster on the other side of
Butchies's back door. The smell was overwhelming, but she
didn't move. She listened to the dishwashers in the pit.
Young men, new to the country, chattering in a patois of
Spanish, Chinese, and English that had become common in the
lower classes. Keeli spoke it fluently.
She cleaned her fingernails to kill time, scraping out bits of
food from beneath her long nails. She hated the feel of
grease on her skin, her odor after a night on the job. The
scent of wolf, drowned out by the scent of fries and
It could be worse. At least you have a job. You work in a
place where the people like you.
Yes. She had nothing to complain about. Not like the rest of
her clan, especially the men, many of whom were finding it
difficult to land even grunt work. Everyone in this part of
town knew each other's business - especially if you were fang
or fur. And no one was hiring fur.
Stupid vampires. Word gets out on the street that they're
lined up for shit, and suddenly life becomes difficult for all
And it was only going to get worse. Everyone in the
underground knew about the human attack on the vampires.
Rumor called it a rogue element, but that was shit, just some
lame excuse. Keeli didn't imagine for one instant the humans
would stop at just the vampires. The only surprise was that
the werewolves hadn't been targeted first. When it came to
pure visceral reaction, wolves usually got the boot up the ass
before the fangs.
We just aren't sexy enough. Keeli glanced down at her striped
stockings, her scuffed Doc Martins. Her torn black T-shirt
barely covered her lean midriff, and her spiked hair had been
dyed a fresh shade of pink just that morning. Yeah, she
radiated sex appeal.
Not. Of course, that was the way she wanted it. She was sick
She heard Jim's voice over the clanging pots and running
water. Good, he was up. A moment later, H.I. Bob said
something nasal, irritating. Hackles raised, Keeli edged
deeper into the shadow cast by the dumpster. The alley was
poorly lit, but she always had trouble judging what humans
could see or hear, and she never underestimated others.
A dangerous thing, her grandmother had taught her. Arrogance
leaves you vulnerable.
Vulnerable. Something Keeli had vowed to never let herself
She shifted, stretching cramped muscles. She did not like
sitting still for long periods of time - it was the wolf in
her, the need to run, to feel the ground beneath her feet, the
rush of air in her hair, against her skin, drawing out each
breath like it was her last living moment in the world -
Keeli sagged against the wall, savoring the cool damp brick.
Her fingernails felt too sharp. The wolf rolled within her
chest, close to the surface. Too close.
Jim's voice got loud and then receded, followed quickly by
H.I. Bob. Kitchen inspection was over, which meant Keeli's
retreat was near an end. She'd have to go back in soon. She
had responsibilities, tables waiting. Shelly needed help.
Keeli swallowed hard. It would be so easy to walk away from
all this. But if she did, all her work - the slow process of
proving her self-control to the clan and her grandmother - would
be worth nothing. She could not allow that. She was
finally making her own way, defying expectation. Nothing was
worth losing that independence.
At the end of the alley, she heard a sudden burst of laughter.
Men, drunk. Keeli's lip curled. There were a lot of bars in
east downtown, with patrons of the human and werewolf variety.
The only difference was that werewolves rarely drank enough
to become intoxicated. Too much risk. Control over the wolf
could be a tenuous thing - for some wolves more than others.
And let's face it - no one likes a drunk, wolf or not.
Especially when they sounded like these guys. Keeli edged
around the dumpster, peering at the alley mouth. Butchies's
back door was close to the main drag, so Keeli had a fine view
of the sidewalk. She heard the men coming, sounding four
strong. A stumbling walk, alternating pace from fast to slow.
A pause; the sound of a zipper. Piss. More laughter.
I'll have to remind myself not to walk that way after my
shift. I have to deal with enough awful smells.
From the other direction, a new sound. Soft soles. A light
quick tread. Woman.
What shitty timing. Keeli's stomach tightened as the woman
drew near. She would have seen the men by now, who were still
motionless, loudly comparing the size of their dicks.
"Turn around," Keeli breathed. "Come on, lady. Common
Keeli listened hard, heard a shift in the woman's gait. It
faded slightly, but not enough. Not enough.
She crossed the street.
The laughter stopped.
"Shit," Keeli muttered. She glimpsed the woman on the other
side of the street, walking quickly, almost stumbling over her
feet. A short bulky figure wrapped in a long coat. Curls,
blond and bouncing.
Still, silence. Keeli held her breath. Maybe these guys
weren't shit, maybe they would let her go. Maybe -
The whistles began. Even as Keeli stepped away from the
shadows, moving toward the alley mouth, she heard more
laughter, low and hard. A growl rose up in her throat.
"Sweet," said one man, and another murmured, "Come on."
Keeli burst from the alley just in time to see the men take
off after the woman. Drunk, but quick: they crossed the
street in seconds and ran down the woman. A circle of arms,
rough hands; she screamed.
And then Keeli was there and the wolf was high in her throat,
clawing at her skin, roping muscle, bone; a terrible strength,
and the fury was worse, rage seething under the shadow of
righteousness, hunger. She burst into the circle of men,
breaking them apart with sharp kicks, biting nails into flesh.
Close up, they smelled like the docks; fish and machine
grease, mixed with alcohol. Big men, taller than her by a
foot, with shoulders thick and broad.
Keeli slammed her foot into a kneecap - savored the sharp
crack, the scream torn from the man's throat. Hands wrapped
around her waist. Keeli grabbed meaty fingers and yanked
back; they snapped and she tightened her grip, twisting,
grinding broken bone. Her assailant's screams made her
eardrums vibrate. He tried to wrench free, hauling Keeli off
her feet. She tucked her knees to her chest and refused to
let go. When he whirled near one of his wide-eyed friends,
she kicked out, landing a boot heel into the man's chin.
Fur pressed though her skin, sleek as her rage, consuming her
body as she sank deeper into fire. Yes, she thought. Yes.
This is what I have been pushing away.
The man trapped against her screamed even louder. Keeli
released him and fell to her feet. Her claws scraped
concrete. The men ran - this time, away - but in two quick
steps Keeli captured a straggler. Strong - the wolf in her
was strong - and she slammed him into the ground, wrenching
his left arm behind his back. Canines slid gentle against her
lip, jaw narrowing, jutting sharp. Keeli lowered her head.
She felt a presence, then, at her side. Strong hands grabbed a
fistful of her hair and yanked hard. Keeli did not think; she
whirled, snarling, and sank her teeth into flesh.
Blood filled her mouth, hot and bitter. It tasted good.
And then - oh, oh, fucking shit what have I done - the blood
turned sour and she ripped her head away, gasping.
Gone too far, too far. She had bitten a human - and oh, if
not one then how about another, because she had wanted it - in
that moment she had wanted blood - and there was still a man
beneath her, the man she had been going to kill - and the old
rage felt so damn good -
Keeli leaned over and vomited. Again, she felt hands in her
hair, gentler this time.
"It's all right," whispered a man, in a voice so dark, Keeli
shuddered. Her gaze slid sideways and slowly, slowly, up.
Sagging leather boots filled her vision, and then black silk
robes - reminiscent of old Asia - belted tight around a narrow
waist, hugging a lean chest and bony shoulders. A pale
striking face, with more bone than flesh, framed by loose
black hair threaded with braids. His right cheek glittered.
And his eyes ...
Keeli stared for one precious moment, lost in the velvet
underground of that deep-set gaze. And then a click - the
recognition of Something Not Quite Right, and she realized
what he was, and what she had bitten. Relief made her weak,
as did humiliation, but she fought for composure, stamping
down another fresh swell of inexplicable rage.
"Vampire," she growled, embarrassed at how her voice broke on
that one word. "Get the hell away from me."
"No," he said, so calm, quiet. As though the warmth dripping
on her hand, the blood from his torn arm, meant nothing. Her
bite, meaningless. "Not until you release the human."
The man beneath her trembled. She smelled piss, sour sweat.
His friends were long gone. He was all she had left, and the
wolf still wanted him dead. One bite, a break in his neck.
He would never hurt anyone again.
Never again. No one's ever going to get hurt again.
"You must calm yourself," whispered the vampire, as though he
could read her thoughts. He bent so close they brushed noses.
Keeli froze. "Please. Control the wolf. You have
It was the 'please' that finally dulled her anger - that, and
the urgency in his voice. Her gaze darted sideways.
Jim, Shelly, and a handful of strangers stood a short distance
away. Everyone but Jim stared at her with eyes that seemed
too full of shock, numb horror, to ever fade away into a
forgivable memory. Shelly had her arms wrapped around the
victim of the attempted rape, her straight red bob pressed
against blond curls. Jim stood over them both. He looked
Shame burned away the rest of Keeli's rage, sending the wolf
on swift retreat. Everything she had worked for - trying so
hard to fit in - to be, for once, more woman than wolf -
"This is not how you wish humans to remember your kind,"
whispered the vampire, still close. His cheek shimmered; round
lines, etched in gold. For the first time, Keeli noticed his
scent. Dry, with a hint of wild grass, horse hair. The taint
of age. "This is not how you wish them to remember you."
Keeli looked at her hands, still holding down the shivering
man. She was fully human again. Pink skin, clear nails. She
let go of her captive and slid off his back. He continued to
lie there, his eyes squeezed shut. She almost touched him -
to comfort, reassure - and then memory resurfaced.
"He deserved it," she said. "Deserved to be scared, for what
he was going to do to that woman."
"Maybe," said the vampire. "But you would have given up your
own life to do it. He's not worth that."
Keeli looked at the vampire; really looked, hard, and saw
nothing but calm acceptance. No anger. She glanced down at
"I'm sorry," she said, and it was one more shock to add to her
collection: apologizing to a vampire. "Will you be all
His mouth twitched. "I've had worse." He stood and held out
his hand. Keeli refused to touch him.
Awful, disgusting. Vampires are monsters.
Monsters beneath a veneer of refinement, big money.
Hypocrites and fakes. Pretending to be better, more human
than everyone else.
Maybe this one is different.
Yeah, and maybe she hadn't just lost herself to the wolf.
Keeli pushed away from him, scrambling to her feet. She heard
sirens and found herself saying, "You should go. The cops
will be here soon. They might have a mech with them."
The vampire hesitated. He glanced at Jim and the others,
still hanging back, watching. "What of you? I can carry the
both of us."
Keeli shook her head. "I don't run. Ever."
The vampire's eyes narrowed. "And will you think I'm a coward
if I leave you?"
Why the hell am I having this conversation?
"You're a vampire," Keeli said. "I already think you're a
coward. Amongst other things."
Again, that odd twitch around the vampire's mouth. "Good-bye,
"The name is Keeli, fang-boy."
"Michael. And I'm not the only one with fangs." He reached
out, a blur, and brushed Keeli's lips with cool fingertips.
She was too surprised to say a word - surprised at the
gentleness of his touch, surprised at her reaction to it. She
saw blood on his fingers; he had wiped her mouth.
"When they ask, you did not bite anyone," he said quietly, and
then leapt into the air - up and up - a shadow passing into
shadow, into the night, until he was gone. Not even an
outline against the dim stars.
"Thanks for helping me," she murmured. The sirens were loud
now, eardrum-shattering. She looked at Jim and Shelly; the
weeping woman, her weeping attacker.
Keeli squared her shoulders and prepared herself for a long
and difficult night.
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by Marjorie M. Liu
Copyright © 2005 by Marjorie M. Liu.
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This book was very, very dark and I liked it so much better than the first one in the series (Crimson City). Michael is very tortured and a rogue vampire (a human turned into a vampire about 300 years before) who has committed unspeakable acts and is feared and hated by the born and bred vampires. Keeli Maddox is a werewolf whose grandmother is the Grand Dame Alpha and leader of the werewolves. Keeli knows she is a future leader of her people and is trying to improve their plight. Vampires and werewolves live in completely different worlds; vampires live and fly far above the ground, and werewolves inhabit the underground tunnels and sewers. Vampires are wealthy and werewolves are barely surviving. There is such a huge gap between their two peoples that I just could not see any chance of a HEA for these two until the very end. The plot was fast paced and gripping. Michael and Keeli team up to try to discover who is behind a rash of murders whose victims carry the scent of both vampire and werewolf. The characters were well drawn and the atmosphere was dark and intense. I'm beginning to really like vampire romance but I'm a wimp about some things:) But one scene in the nightclub made me gag. I loved how Michael falls in love with Keeli at first sight. She is much more wary of him and takes a lot of convincing so there was lots of sexual tension. The love scenes are hot when they finally get together. (Grade: B+)
This isn't my normal genre, to be fair. I'm trying to research books for a non-reader friend. But I read the author's blog, and she's great.
A Romeo and Juliet type of story, but much darker, much more violent. Can a werewolf and a vampire love each other? That is the theme of this novel of two outsiders who find each other facing an investigation of random murders, extreme prejudice, and the grimy, dangerous streets of Crimson City. I have not read book 1 in the series, but didn't feel like I was missing out on any important information for this story to move forward. My only disappointment was there were no surprises for me. Well, one minor one, but don't want to provide any spoilers.
Another really hard to rate and review book. This runs in parallel, timewise, with Crimson City, yet the events hardly interact at all.The start of the book is terrible, particularly when reading just after Crimson City, because it's so clearly the same Romeo and Juliet theme of apparently doomed love. However, part way through the process it suddenly picks up a life of its own and becomes more compelling and the end is well developed with some lovely twists and turns, as well as some fairly predictable bits.It wouldn't be top of my "to read" pile - anything by this author or in the series, but I wouldn't run screaming if it was the only thing around to read.
Absolutly fantastic story! You won't be able to stop reading. This author is a fantastic writer, I look forward to add more of her books to my Nook library.
an old favorite that I bought on my nook because my paperback is looking sad. A tortured hero and a sarcastic heroine. My favorites.
This series is written by different authors and really should be read in order as the characters continue popping into the various books (except #4). Here's the order they should be read 1. Crimson City 2. A Taste of Crimson 3. Through a Crimson Veil 4. A Darker Crimson 5. Seduced by Crimson 6. Crimson Rogue I can't wait for book 7 and hope it deals with Marius and Jillian (finally).
The second novel debuted by Liu, A Taste of Crimson was absolutely incredible. Following Maverick's Crimson City (in the Crimson series featuring fellow authors Patti O'Shea, Jade Lee, and Carolyn Jewel), Liu introduces a more in-depth look at the Crimson reality and the relationships between werewolves and vampires. The flow of the novel is wonderful, the characters are complex and captivating, and the plot full of surprises. A wonderful novel that has me itching for more...both of the series and Liu's own works :)
Instead of angels residing in the city, humans, werewolves and vampires live in shaky peace together though both sides loathe the other. Still each species adheres to the truce by staying away from their adversary. No one dares cross the line to befriend the enemy as the friend of my foe is my enemy too even if they are our blood................... Though ¿sufferers¿ of lycanthropy are banned by law to work in restaurants, Keeli Maddox the werewolf does anyway. She hates the grease, but is thankful to have employment as the fur bearers cannot obtain work even when vacancies exist. She also fears the growing violence between her people and the vampires that have placed the third race the humans in the crosshairs. Thus Keeli Maddox is hiding during a food fur inspection when she gets involved with an incident that leads to her about to rip a man¿s throat open until shockingly a vampire intercedes. Keeli and Michael are attracted to one another, but she is a wolf and he is a fang........................... Mindful of Romeo and Juliet starring in Angel, A TASTE OF CRIMSON makes the co-living of three distinct yet similar species (the colors of blood and money are the same) seem so genuine. The story line is action-packed, but clearly driven by the star-crossed protagonists who know they have found their soulmate, but to be with that person breaks society¿s biggest taboo. Neither Michael nor Keeli will find any supporters as they fall in love. Marjorie M. Liu writes a fabulous paranormal romantic thriller that will grip the audience from the moment the lead duo meet for the first time.................... Harriet Klausner
Between those of the fang and claw, the vampires and the werewolves, a hostile peace has reigned for ages. Beneath the uneasy truce lies a hatred that none will cross in friendship, much less love. Then, during a wave of violence that threatens to destroy not only the two supernatural races but also the humans caught in the cross fire, Michael steps from the shadows into Keeli's life. Though he is a vampire, and therefore her enemy, the young wolf woman finds herself pulled towards him as if by a tractor beam. There is something different about him, he has no more love for his own race than she does. Defying all convention, their passion blossoms into love, and that is perhaps the most dangerous thing of all in their perilous world. ................ *** Creating an intriguing world populated by three distinct, yet similiar races, Ms. Liu has begun what should be a promising series. Though much like Linda L Miller's vampire series, particularly the first volume of it, this is edgier. Fans of Angel or Kindred, the Embraced will find this extremely appealing. ***