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Release Date
January
2nd, 2007
ISBN
9780425213445
Returning characters
Rule, Lily, Cynna, Cullen, Grandmother... |
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BLOOD LINES
Touch-sensitive FBI agent Lily Yu and her werewolf
bond-mate are recruited by the Secret Service to
help identify elected officials who have accepted
demonic pacts. But Lily must turn to fellow agent
Cynna Weaver for help when Cynna's former teacher,
a demon master, emerges as the main suspect behind
the pacts.
After a demon commits a gruesome
murder, sorcerer Cullen Seabourne joins the team
racing the clock to find the apprentice of evil
who uses demons to kill. Cynna and Cullen must
work together—a
challenge indeed when each has good reason to ignore
the desire simmering between them. But passion and
events both spiral out of control as an ancient prophecy
is fulfilled-and the lupi's greatest enemy sets her
sights on total devastation...
3rd book in her "World
of the Lupi " series
Lupi
Books
1: Tempting
Danger - October 5th, 2004
2: Mortal Danger - November 1st, 2005
3: Blood Lines - January 2007
4: Night Season - January 2008
5: Mortal Sins - February 2009 Lupi Novellas
1: Lover Beware "Only
Human" -
July 2003
2: Cravings "Originally Human" -
July 2004
3: On the Prowl "Inhuman" - August
2007
Barnes & Noble Bestselling
Books in Contemporary Romance: #8
on 01/05/07
From Cynna Weaver’s private
journal:
Ah Qan used to say we make our luck. He meant karma, I
think, him being Buddhist and all, but I’ve often wondered
what that says about me. My luck has been all over the place. Junkie
mother, unknown father—bad luck. Kick-ass aunt who took
me in when it was clear mom was killing herself with the needle—good
luck. Meeting Rule Turner—very good luck; meeting Jiri
. . .
See, I still can’t say if that was good luck or bad. She
taught me, and boy, did I need it. I’ve got this Gift,
so I needed a teacher. But like most kids who grow up on
the streets, I’ve got a hunger in my belly, too. So
maybe I took what could have been good luck and turned it bad. I
don’t know. But things got very bad when I walked the
Msaidizi path, and if it hadn’t been for Ah Qan I’d
be dead, or so lost that dying would be the better option.
Instead, Ah Qan ended up dead. Was
that his luck, or mine spilling over onto him?
Maybe you’ve noticed a trend here. My luck has always
been about the people in my life. These days I’m working
at flying straight. I’m with the FBI, for God’s
sake, which still weirds me out sometimes, part of a special Unit
within the Magical Crimes Division. And I’ve got some
pretty neat people around me.
Rule’s back, for one thing. Oh, not as a lover—he’s
bound to Lily Yu now. Bugged me at first, I admit. But
she’s everything I’d like to be if I ever do grow up,
and never mind that she’s a few years younger than me. She’s
got the whole wrong-and-right thing down. Besides, she loves
Rule to hell and back. Literally.
Unfortunately, Rule isn’t the only part of my past that’s
popped up lately. Someone has been bringing demons over,
using them as assassins against the lupi. Demons are a big
chunk of what-I’d-like-to-forget, but not a temptation. Not
anymore. I know the price for walking that path. I
watched my teacher pay it.
And that’s the other ghost haunting me now. Jiri. Someone
is working with this bitch-goddess of an Old One who has it in
for the lupi, and that someone just might be Jiri. And I
could be the only one who can stop her.
I’m working the case with Lily, which means Rule’s
in it, too, but they’ve got their own part of the mess to
deal with. So I end up chasing a demon with the most gorgeous
man in the world, which might sound like a bonus, but Cullen Seabourne
has bad luck written all over him—my particular brand of
bad luck, the kind that comes from tangling myself up with some
of the biggest jerks on two legs.
Okay, so Cullen isn’t always on two legs; sometimes he turns
furry and goes on four. But you get my drift. He makes
me want too much, want things I know aren’t good for me. And
he knows it, damn him.
He knows too much.
If all that weren’t enough, I’ve got this other goddess
or Old One or whatever she is wanting me to be her priestess or
something. The lupi call her the Lady, and their name for
the position she’s offering is a Rhej. And if that
means something to you, great. It sure doesn’t tell
me much. One thing I do know: those Rhejes have real
power--enough to open a hellgate. I saw them do it.
I turned her down, of course.
The other thing with luck is that it’s all about choices. The
big picture luck—floods, famine, lousy parents—we can’t
control, but life goes one-on-one with us, too. As individuals,
we get to make choices. Some of mine have been bad, but I’m
doing better these days. I’m not the last person I’d
pick for a fate-of-the-world choice, but I’m way, way down
on anyone’s list. So what kind of maybe-a-goddess would
pick me for the custodian of knowledge so ancient and powerful
its use really could hit that fate-of-the-world mark?
Besides, I’m Catholic. Not that I claim to know Who’s
in charge, but it has to be someone with better sense than to hand
over any of the keys to creation to me. Doesn’t it?
And if I’m tempted . . . if the thought of all that power,
power I could use to even out the scales for my bad old days, pulls
at me almost as sweetly as the Lady’s voice did . . . I just
have to remember how rotten I am about choices still.
After all, I ended up in Cullen Seabourne’s bed, didn’t
I?
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