Narcissus in Chains: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. Hamilton

Description: Narcissus in Chains by Laurell K. Hamilton The bestselling "Obsidian Butterfly" gave wings to Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter. But six months of celibacy have made Anita crave the two men in her life like never before. However, merging their powers together will give this mortal woman a taste of immortal hunger that shell never be able to forget. Includes a preview of the next Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novel, "Cerulean Sins." FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In her tenth adventure, nothing can save vampire hunter Anita Blake from a twist of fate that draws her ever closer to the brink of humanity. Author Biography Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family. Review "Laurell K. Hamiltons sexiest book, and thats saying something… The relationships between the characters take center stage."—St Louis Post-Dispatch "The definitive book in the series…Laurel K. Hamilton has written the best book of her career because she gives the audience the answers they have been waiting for. This action-supernatural thriller is a keeper and with the passage of time will be considered a classic."—BookBrowser "In [this novel] tough, sarcastic Anita Blake…torn between her inner vamp and wolf makes a final mating choice that no fan will expect…Better pounce!"—Kirkus Reviews "Interesting…compelling."—Locus "Amorous."—Publishers Weekly "[Hamiltons] sexy, edgy, wickedly ironic style sweeps the reader into her unique world and delivers red-hot entertainment."—Jayne Ann Krentz "Hamilton just get better and better… Narcissus in Chains hits the ground running and never stops."—St Louis Post-Dispatch "Steamy… engaging reading for vampire cultists."—Booklist Review Quote "Laurell K. Hamiltons sexiest book, and thats saying something… The relationships between the characters take center stage."- St Louis Post-Dispatch "The definitive book in the series…Laurel K. Hamilton has written the best book of her career because she gives the audience the answers they have been waiting for. This action-supernatural thriller is a keeper and with the passage of time will be considered a classic."- BookBrowser "In [this novel] tough, sarcastic Anita Blake…torn between her inner vamp and wolf makes a final mating choice that no fan will expect…Better pounce!"- Kirkus Reviews "Interesting…compelling."- Locus "Amorous."- Publishers Weekly "[Hamiltons] sexy, edgy, wickedly ironic style sweeps the reader into her unique world and delivers red-hot entertainment."-Jayne Ann Krentz "Hamilton just get better and better… Narcissus in Chains hits the ground running and never stops."- St Louis Post-Dispatch "Steamy… engaging reading for vampire cultists."- Booklist Excerpt from Book Chapter 18 Somewhere during the dressing process I came to my senses. I stayed up against the headboard, Ashers robe belted securely over the red pajamas, my face averted, forehead pressed to the wood. Control was the heart of who I thought I was. I could do this, or rather not do this. I had to try and let this pass me by, because to do anything else I could not do this. The bed moved, and just the sensation of the men moving around on the bed was enough to tighten my body, speed my pulse. Dear God, help me. This couldnt be happening. Id feared ending up as a vampire. Id come close many times, but Id never thought it would happen like this. I was still alive, still human, but the hunger rose inside me like some great beast trying to dig its way out of me, and all that kept it from surfacing was my fingers digging into the wood, my forehead pressed against the carvings. I wasnt sure which hunger I was fighting. But the ardeur colored all of it, whether I was craving flesh, or blood, the sex was there in all of it. I couldnt separate them, and that was scary all on its own. I felt someone crawling towards me, and I knew without looking that it was Jean-Claude. I could just feel him. Ma petite, all is prepared, we need only you. I spoke with my face still pressed into the wood, my fingers clinging to it. Well, then youll just have to do without. I felt his hand hovering over my shoulder, and I said, Dont touch me! Ma petite, ma petite, I would change this if I could, but I cannot. We must make the best of what is given us. That made me look at him. His face was too close, eyes that intense midnight blue, hair a dark glory around his pale face. I flashed on another face just as pale, just as perfect, with a wealth of black hair, but with eyes a rich brown like dark amber. They grew in my vision until the world drowned in the dark honey of her eyes, as if it were poured over my eyes, over my skin, my body, until it filled me, and when I raised my eyes to Jean-Claudes worried face, his hand on my arm, I saw something close to terror in his eyes. He scrambled back from me, and when I turned and stared at Asher, he spilled off the bed, to stand shaking. Jason and Nathaniel stayed on the bed because they didnt know any better. Whats wrong? Jason asked. Nathaniel whispered, Her eyes. I turned and caught sight of myself in the standing mirror in the corner. My eyes had filled with pale brown fire, not the darkness of my own eyes, but hers. No, I said, softly. I felt her thousands of miles away. Her pleasure at my terror rolled through my body, raised my beast and sent me falling onto the bed. My hands strained for something to hold on to, some help, but there was nothing to fight; it was power and it was inside me. She explored me, raising my beast until it rolled just under the surface of my skin. She touched that part of Richard that was still inside me and raised his beast, until the two energies entwined and my body started to convulse. I heard yelling. Shes going to change! Hands holding me down to the bed. But Belle had learned what she wanted and let them slide back into my body. She separated out the powers inside me like youd sort a deck of cards. She touched Jean-Claudes link to me and it puzzled her, I could feel it. Until that moment shed assumed I was a vampire, and now she knew I wasnt. She let what puzzled her slide back deep inside me, then she called the ardeur, the incubus, and the moment I thought it, I realized it was the wrong word. Succubus, she whispered in my head, succubus. The hands that had been holding me down, poured over my body, responding to the ardeur. It was like being covered in pure lust, rolled in it, like flour on a piece of meat before you cook it. Hands slid along my skin, a mouth closed on my mouth, and I couldnt see who was right above me, kissing me. I could feel the weight of their body, another set of hands, but I could see nothing but a shining amber light. Belle kept the ardeur on the surface, because it amused her. I couldnt see whose hands were where, or who was doing what, all I could do was feel them; the brush of silk, the press of flesh, a curtain of hair, the scent of vanilla, but I could not see. Belle Morte was using my eyes for other things. She touched that part of me that allowed me to raise the dead. She caressed my necromancy, tried to bring it to the surface as she had the two; beasts and the ardeur, but everything else she had explored was hers to call, it was all in some way part of her lineage, her blood. But the necromancy was all mine. My magic welled up through me, pushing her back, but I couldnt cast her out, not with just the raw power. It was as if she floated near the surface of some dark pool and I sat at the bottom trying to push her out. I couldnt cast her out, but I could see again, think again. I was nude from the waist up. Nathaniels mouth closed on my nipple drawing it in. I cried out, and Jason lowered his mouth to my other breast. There was a moment when I stared down at the two of them pressed to my body, the blond head, the auburn, their mouths working at my breasts, the line of their bodies pressed along mine, the marks of my teeth still visible in Nathaniels flesh, when the ardeur, when Belle Morte spilled over me again. Jasons hand slid down the front of the red silk bottoms, his fingers finding me as if hed always known just where to touch me. I writhed under his touch, their touch. I grabbed Jasons wrist, tried to pull his hand away, but he fought me and it was a tender place to fight over. I screamed, Jean-Claude! Asher! Ma petite? Jean-Claude made the name a question as if he wasnt sure it was really me. I found the vampires standing beside the bed, not helping, not hindering, just watching. But I understood; the ardeur called to them too. They were afraid to touch us. Feed, I said. Non, ma petite. I cant fight her and the hunger. Feed, and let me feed. You cannot break free of her, ma petite. Help me! He looked across the bed at Asher, and I watched something pass between them, something built of sorrow and old regrets. She is right, mon ami, she cannot fight Belle and the ardeur. She doesnt understand what shes asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather try and fail, than regret having never tried at all. They stared at each other for a second or two, then Asher crawled onto the bed and Jean-Claude followed him. Asher stretched out beside Nathaniel, and Jean-Claude mirrored him with Jason. Belle Mortes joy flared through me, filled my eyes with honey-colored flames, and I lost my grip on Jasons wrist. His hand slid back over me, but when I turned to look, I could see Jean-Claude through the dark glass of her eyes and Asher on the other side. I knew that once they touched either pomme de sang they would be caught in the desire, and they would not break free. It was a trap. I opened my mouth to say, dont, but three things happened all at once. They each struck into the neck of the man on their side, as if theyd known exactly what the other would do, and Jason forced me over that shining edge of orgasm. I screamed, body bucking against the bed, and only their weight kept me from sitting up, from clawing the air, because it wasnt just my own pleasure I was feeling. I felt Ashers fangs in Nathaniels neck, felt Nathaniels body build, build, and finally release in a rush of pleasure that made him bite down on my breast, made me score not his back, but Ashers with my nails. Jason drew his mouth back from me and screamed. The vampires rode their bodies, and I knew with Belle Mortes awareness that the only reason they didnt orgasm with us was the blood pressure wasnt there yet. But the pleasure was. The five of us were locked into wave after wave of pleasure. Like the heat the ardeur was named for, it passed over and through us again and again. It was like floating, skinless, formless, just above the bed, and I could feel their heartbeats inside my body. Finally I could feel Jean-Claude and Asher, feel their hearts give a massive beat and feel the life flood through their bodies and spill in a long, hot, line of pleasure that seemed to be pulled from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads, as if every piece of their bodies, every atom, exploded in pleasure at once. Nathaniel, Jason, and I screamed for them, because their mouths were still locked on the blood, still drinking, still feeding. Then it was over, and the five of us lay motionless, except for the frantic rise and fall of our chests, trying to breath, trying to remember what it was like to be inside our own skins, with just one heart inside us, instead of five. We melted back into our own skins, only the faint dew of sweat and the panicked thunder of our pulses beating against each others bodies. Jean-Claude and Asher pulled back from Nathaniel and Jason just as theyd bitten them--together, in a synchronization as perfect now as it had been two centuries ago. Belle Morte filled my mind with images--images of the two of them making love to her before Asher was scored, when they w Details ISBN0515133876 Author Laurell K. Hamilton Short Title NARCISSUS IN CHAINS Pages 656 Language English ISBN-10 0515133876 ISBN-13 9780515133875 Media Book DEWEY 813.54 Year 2002 Residence St Louis, MO, US DOI 10.1604/9780515133875 Series Number 10 Subtitle An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2002-09-24 NZ Release Date 2002-09-24 US Release Date 2002-09-24 UK Release Date 2002-09-24 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Format Paperback Publication Date 2002-09-24 Imprint Jove Publications Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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