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This is a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat, so keep a pillow on the floor, just in case you fall off. We all know that the urban fantasy market is booming, given the success of writers such as Keri Arthur, Patricia Briggs, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, and Kim Harrison. But what I think each of them has—and what Jennifer Rardin has—is the ability to create characters that do more than leap off the page.
This is, quite simply, a great read—fun, fast-paced, and oozing attitude and wit. The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Fear sucks. Because you never know when it will hit you. Sometimes it sneaks up behind you, giggling like your best girlfriend from 7th grade. Then it whacks you on the back of the head, takes you straight to your knees before you realize what hit you.
My crossbow. Unlike that scenario, this was not a case where I could just go away and try again later. Or, as I had actually done, kick both shoes into his face to throw him off balance, blast his kneecaps with the. There could be no other explanation for this call-in. The man, notorious for his penny-pinching, had phoned me at a. He was probably looking at the receipt now, along with all the other expenses of my latest trip abroad.
He ran a hand across his head, making his three remaining dome-hairs stand on end as he studied the open file in front of him. There is only so much you can take of staring at blank turquoise walls, rows of black metal file cabinets, and white slatted blinds that have never been opened, which would explain the dead plant sitting on the table by the window. I sat forward, the chair creaking alarmingly beneath me.
No doubt about it, I am the only thing in this office under the age of fifty. I looked like a homeless woman. And that was the good news! The repairs are too expensive. You told me that. So I stopped. You heard that too, right? His back will heal in, like, six weeks. I shrugged. I took out extra insurance.
Self righteous twit. Thank you, God. I still have work! I nearly relaxed. But Pete had started cracking his knuckles. But the knuckle cracking was new. I sat back carefully and waited. He was also the best assassin our department had ever fronted. Long silence during which I tried to make my head stop spinning and Pete cleared his throat a few times. It had ended badly. You specifically.
His words, although I agree. He sighed. Like the job in Cuba. In the middle of a crowded market. In broad daylight. Aaah, sweet. Their main focus seemed to be kidnapping children from the U. He sighed again. Pete laughed, deep in his belly where it sounded the most real. I was just hoping some of his interest in life would rub off on you. Powerful word, suicide, no matter how you use it. It sobered Pete instantly.
My fury had waned. And it was kind of nice to be looked after, cared for. I had only been alone a little over half a year. But it had felt like thousands. We talked for awhile longer. Which was when I discovered, while Pete wanted me to stop taking crazy chances, his bosses appreciated the fact that I was willing.
And how. Senators Fellen, Tredd and Bozcowski had pretty much cured me of ever wanting to vote again. Pete went on. No question this guy, Vayl, could snap me like a twig any time the urge hit him. I laughed. Real close. Which was why he revealed a secret no vampire has ever told anyone before. There are two moments when vamps are completely vulnerable.
He might have other reasons for wanting you there, but the fact that some ear-breather nearly smoked my best agent is enough for me and more than enough for the powers that control my budget. He wants a partner. Vayl invokes her when I step out of line. I sighed. Six months. Scary how much Vayl had learned about me in such a short span. In my defense, given time he could worm the true ages out of the entire cast of Desperate Housewives. Still, the only living person who knew more about me was my sister, Evie, and she was just that nosy.
But we Midwesterners have a thing about winter holidays and snow, and this year I had yet to experience either one. He sort of resembles a statue anyway, as if Da Vinci had chiseled his square forehead, high cheekbones and long Roman nose from smooth, pale stone.
The temperature inside our silver Lexus suddenly dropped ten degrees. A breeze ruffled my red curls, playing them across my shoulders as if they were harp strings.
Strange to think of Ohio as a base for any operation more dangerous than cataract surgery. Of course, people know we kill bad guys. Witches, vamps, weres… some would vote to throw them all on a gigantic bonfire and have done. Vayl is one of them.
But he did have his quirks. He sort of came alive again, catching me off guard, as it would if, say, I were strolling through a botanical garden and the cherub in the fountain suddenly started flapping its wings. He sat forward, his smile just a twitch of the lips. Yeah, but nutcase is just too close to the truth.
Because she finally pulled into the United Methodist Church parking lot, praise God, leaving the rest of us free to party until some other octogenarian found it necessary to take to the streets after dark. In Ohio, old folks know better than to drive at night. Yet another reason Cleveland rocks. We drove straight to our very old, very exclusive hotel. Called Diamond Suites, it towered above the pink stucco wall that surrounded it and its gardens, rising nearly twelve stories before reaching its peak with a steep, red tile roof.
The windows all wore black metal bars, decoratively scrolled top and bottom. The gated parking lot required a key card for entry. Parking lot full of high-end rentals.
Automatic, card-key entry door with bullet proof glass. Lobby full of complimentary goodies from fluffy white towels to imported shampoos, all graciously displayed on the shelves of antique armoires. Not a single soul in sight.
His hands full of bags, Vayl leaned over and nudged me with an elbow.
This is a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat, so keep a pillow on the floor, just in case you fall off. We all know that the urban fantasy market is booming, given the success of writers such as Keri Arthur, Patricia Briggs, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, and Kim Harrison. But what I think each of them has—and what Jennifer Rardin has—is the ability to create characters that do more than leap off the page. This is, quite simply, a great read—fun, fast-paced, and oozing attitude and wit. The characters and events in this book are fictitious.
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Meaning of "jaz" in the Malay dictionary
Educalingo cookies are used to personalize ads and get web traffic statistics. We also share information about the use of the site with our social media, advertising and analytics partners. Meaning of "jaz" in the Malay dictionary. Synonyms and antonyms of jaz in the Malay dictionary of synonyms. Examples of use in the Malay literature, quotes and news about jaz. In this short story, told from each character's perspective, Vayl and Jaz spend a romantic evening together.