About The Crimson City Series
The award winning and best-selling Crimson City series is set in an action-packed Los Angeles where humans, vampires, and werewolves are barely managing to make their co-existence work. Throw in a few demons, mechs and druids and peace is starting to look pretty impossible. Authors Liz Maverick, Patti O’Shea, Carolyn Jewel and Jade Lee bring the world of Crimson City to life. Visit the Crimson City website to find out more about the books and the series.
Crimson City Novella Excerpts
A Time to Howl by Liz Maverick
Chapter 1
The doorman at the ground level of Dumont Tower touched his earpiece, his leather-clad index finger delicate against the metal. His coat looked as it did every afternoon, as if he’d removed it from a sea of unwrinkled tissue for just this one day. He wore his top hat perfectly straight; his face exhibited a kind of blank confidence that never let on that the archaic accessory might be slightly bizarre in the context of the current century. Across the street, from a perch atop a mailbox fused shut back when postal service ended, Tajo Maddox mused that it hadn’t seemed bizarre for some time now.
Yes, even the humans understood that with immortality came tradition. The styles, philosophies and behaviors of earlier centuries infused this latest incarnation of Los Angeles, blending modern and old-fashioned in a pastiche that made the place unlike any other; that made it Crimson City. And as the humans lost ground to the vampires and werewolves and found themselves in jeopardy from the other races they themselves had helped empower—the demons from the plane of Orcus, the mechs from the humans’ own military labs—the present borrowed an ever-increasing number of elements from the past.
One thing hadn’t changed for years: The richest and most powerful group in Crimson City was still the Dumonts, one of the pureblood vampire clans collectively referred to as primaries. They’d had centuries to perfect their operations, and it showed. From this doorman at the bottom of Dumont Tower to whatever the hell went on in the penthouse war rooms at the top.
Tajo’s own group had not enjoyed the luxury of time. The Rogues were new players in Crimson City. Glancing down at Hayden Wilks, Bridget Hathaway, and Jillian Cooper sprawled along a concrete riser beside him, he had to marvel at how far they’d already come. Especially for a bunch of mercenaries and freelancers used to working alone.
They hadn’t organized into an actual team until recently. It wasn’t easy surviving as a rogue in Crimson City. You had no backup, no clan or family to run to for an army of help. People assumed the worst—that you had no sense of honor, no sense of mercy. People who wouldn’t dream of killing a primary seemed perfectly able to justify killing a rogue. What really talked in this town, what safety really demanded, was power.
So a bunch of rogues teamed up. The idea of thumbing their noses at the rigidity and insularity of the purebred clans by forming a mixed species superpower appealed to the rebel in all of them. They’d even chipped in and bought an underground club to turn into a headquarters. They’d dubbed it the Rogues Club, and just like that the city was put on notice. Except, not everyone had noticed. Yet.
Tajo jumped off the mailbox and sat down next to Hayden. The two cased the area in mutual silence, waiting, wondering, wary. Without turning away from her surveillance, Bridget stuck her hand out; Hayden took a last puff and gently laid his cigarette in the V of her fingers.
Jill leaned back as Bridget took a drag, coughing and waving away the smoke even as she darted nervous eyes to the dove cooing on the overhang above her head.
Yeah, this was a solid bunch, a good team. In time, they’d be great. In time, they’d be ranked right up there on the Crimson City power scale alongside the Dumont vampire primaries, the Maddox werewolf clan from whom Tajo had long ago exiled himself, and most certainly the human government that had once seemed so indestructible.
“Time?” Hayden asked.
“About three minutes since you last asked. Maybe you could ask Jill to get you a watch for your birthday,” Tajo muttered.
Hayden turned back to Tajo. “I’m holding out for something more personal,” he said with a cocky tip of his head.
Tajo followed the gesture to Jill, who was sitting by Bridget on the end. She fiddled with her field glasses, then pointed them up the facade of Dumont Tower for the umpteenth time. Two seconds later, she lowered them and looked down, a wounded expression darkening her face. Jill was supposed to be thinking about the Rogue job, but it was obvious it was her doomed bond with Marius Dumont making her search the Tower so intently.
Tajo kept his mouth shut this time, wishing he hadn’t joked about it. Hayden had been circling Jill since she joined the Rogues. So far, his interest seemed to be as much about revenge against the Dumonts as it was about the girl herself.
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Dark Awakening by Patti O’Shea
Chapter 1
Dropping his pack to the floor, Nic closed the distance between them and gently ran the backs of his fingers over the handprint on her cheek. “Who did this to you?” he demanded.
She pulled away from his touch. “My face isn't important.”
“Someone caused you pain; nothing is more important.”
She stepped nearer, pressed her body against his, and put her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. Nic returned her embrace, hoping this wasn't another dream, that he wouldn't awake again to find himself alone, his body aching for hers. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, filling his senses with her scent. Everything about Kimi aroused him—the warmth of her skin, the swell of her breasts, even the soft sound of her respiration—and he steeped himself in her, wanting to memorize each sensation.
“Nic,” Kimi whispered, her breath tickling his ear, “I'm in trouble. Will you help me?”
He suspected that the summoning wouldn't offer him a choice, but it didn't matter; Nic would willingly give his life to protect this woman. “Of course,” he said simply.
“You don't know what the problem is yet.” Kimi leaned back far enough to meet his eyes, but she didn't release him.
“No doubt it has something to do with the man who left his mark on your skin. Or werewolf. Or vampire.” And Nic would gladly kill any such bastard for daring to cause Kimi even a moment of pain.
“Not a man. A demon. A Dark One.”
His blood turned to ice at the thought of his woman facing a Dark One on her own. The Bak-Faru scared all other demons, most of whom refused to even use the name of that branch for fear of catching their notice. A human would be wholly at their mercy. “What happened?”
Kimi told him, the words tripping out. Her story was nearly incoherent, but Nic didn't interrupt with questions. She was shaken and he let her talk, allowing her to share what she wanted in her own way. Her chin wobbled a couple of times, but her eyes remained dry, and when she finished, she buried her face against his throat again and clasped him firmly.
He let the silence stand, content at this point to offer comfort. Stroking his hand over her hair, Nic felt an odd sense of satisfaction—though he'd gone to great lengths to keep his distance from her, Kimi had called him when she needed help. She must sense the connection between them even though she was human.
“I’m glad you came to me instead of Mika,” Nic said.
“I couldn’t go to her for help; she and Conor are halfway around the world and would never get here in time.”
Nic smirked at himself. He’d asked for that one. Of course Kimi would think of Mika first; the two women were close. That was why his half-sister had faced him down and demanded he keep his distance from her cousin. Proximity made the ties strengthen, and Mika knew that.
He sighed silently. Kimi Noguchi was his vishtau mate. Humans would call her his soul mate, but that was inaccurate because this bond went far beyond. It encompassed every level of being for demons, involved an overwhelming sexual desire, and it was only with such a mate that they could conceive children. Kimi wouldn’t feel it as stro
ngly as he did because she was human, but it would affect her to some degree as well. That was what Mika had pushed to avoid for a few years longer.
Nic’s hand went still. His promise to his sister had been that he’d do his best to stay away from Kimi, and he’d kept his word; it was she who’d summoned him to her side. Which meant all bets were off. The circumstances were lousy and Nic hated the thought of his woman in danger, but the die was cast.
The time had come to claim his vishtau mate.
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School Bites by Jade Lee
Chapter 1
“To a wise man, every day is a new life.”
The screams reached her first. Toni Freedman was just putting the chalk swoop into the last letter of her morning inspirational quote when she heard teeny-bopper squeals become alarmed jeers. Within moments a full-out riot of noise crashed into her little special ed classroom on the second floor. She was already running down the stairs when her walkie-talkie sounded “Cafeteria incident" in its garbled, dark tones.
She slowed briefly as she waded through a crowd of lunchroom staff and kids. At a short 5’ 2”, many of the on-lookers were larger than her, but what she lacked in stature, she made up for in attitude. She was the adult here, the teacher, and the woman trained to take down either of the three boys mixing it up on the floor. Of course, a little back-up would be nice, but when had that ever arrived on time? In truth, she was supposed to wait for help. Her training told her to “monitor the situation” until at least two other staff members helped her take control—one for each kid. To hell with training. She wasn’t going to sit on her hands while two kids were pummeling a third.
As she pushed through the last of the crowd, she mentally categorized the incident. Gang-related: the somebodies against the somebody-elses, spurred on by some girls with affiliation to whatever. The particulars didn’t really matter. Here at Crimson City’s most challenged middle-school, violence happened when pre-teens jockeyed for social position. Add in hormones and post-holiday yuck, and tempers ran hot.
She entered the fray as two black kids took aim at a mixed latino/black—Victor Somebody, a relocated Katrina victim. The lunchroom teachers were doing their best to clear the room, but like her, they were vastly outnumbered. And everyone—including herself—had been trained to not step into the middle of a fight. It was just too dangerous, especially in vamp, werewolf, and demon-infested Crimson City.
She blocked a blow from the nearest kid, only to watch as the big one—Kumars Gray, aka hoodlum trash—planted a fist in Vic’s face. Blood spurted from Vic’s nose, and he howled in pain as the impact dropped him onto his butt. Toni lunged forward, body-checking Kumars before he could draw back for another blow. Ugh, was Kumars wearing body armor or something? It was like ramming into a solid wall, and no way could that pudgy body be that solid.
She bounced off Kumars, but still managed to throw him off his attack. He stumbled backward with a whoosh of Cheetoes-laced breath—yuck!—and caught a flash of commando-like body armor beneath his tee. Great. Hoodlums with body arm. Just what was called for in middle school.
Meanwhile Kumars’s cohort was moving in. She could tell from his angle that he was getting ready to kick and she pivoted, trying to block the blow. She already knew she was too late, but hope springs eternal in a fight. She saw the kick land onto...nothing.
Vic wasn’t there. He’d leapt up from the floor with another unholy roar. Thankfully, she was already in position to block him back down. So long as she kept herself between Vic and the thugs, things would decelerate. She took a knee in the belly, but had been braced for that. Same for the blow to her shoulder. At least she was larger than little Vic and he didn’t have any armor on. Plus he was off balance, so she could press him back down onto the floor, pinning him on his back with all her slight weight. It was safest for everyone if she kept her body on top of his because Kumars and company wouldn’t hit her.
Vic didn’t understand that, of course. All he knew was that someone else was flattening him, and the kid released another bellow—damn he was noisy—while he squirmed like the very devil beneath her. Out of the corner of her eye, Toni saw her back-up arrive, quickly restraining Kumars and his buddy.
“Calm down!” she grunted. Vic was just slippery enough to throw her off, and—
She felt the sharp pain of a bite on her arm. Her reaction was automatic. The only way to break a bite was to shove your arm deeper into the kid’s mouth. It forced his jaw open enough to break free. Except damn, this kid’s mouth was big.
Only then did she realize that his body felt longer than before, shaped more lean and more hairy. She turned to look at Vic’s face, her heart dropping straight into her stomach. Ah, hell.
Werewolf. And her arm was dripping blood from his bite.
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