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Smoke Bitten – Mercy Thompson Book 12 By Patricia Briggs


Smoke Bitten
Mercy Thompson Book 12
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Patricia Briggs

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Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, faces a threat unlike any other in this thrilling entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.

I am Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman.
My only “superpowers” are that I turn into a thirty-five pound coyote and fix Volkswagens. But I have friends in odd places and a pack of werewolves at my back. It looks like I’m going to need them.

Centuries ago, the fae dwelt in Underhill–until she locked her doors against them. They left behind their great castles and troves of magical artifacts. They abandoned their prisoners and their pets. Without the fae to mind them, those creatures who remained behind roamed freely through Underhill wreaking havoc. Only the deadliest survived.

Now one of those prisoners has escaped. It can look like anyone, any creature it chooses. But if it bites you, it controls you. It lives for chaos and destruction. It can make you do anything–even kill the person you love the most. Now it is here, in the Tri-Cities. In my territory.

It won’t, can’t, remain.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

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Right from the start of this book I had to wonder what the heck was up with Adam. The man was closing off and jumping to conclusions, truly out of character especially where Jesse and Mercy are concerned. Of course Christy is in the middle, even from a distance Adam’s ex causes problems.

Auriele is putting her nose where it doesn’t belong again. Darryl is pissed off and Adam isn’t pleased either.  Mercy gets mad and before she says something she can’t take back she goes for a run. Her destination the house that replaced her burnt out trailer, where Gabriel lived until he left for college.

This of course lead to the nature of this book, a ghost, what seems to the police to be a murder/suicide, but totally smells off to Mercy. Her sweet neighbors Anna and Dennis, gone, magic of some kind, a single word ‘Smoke’ the only clue.

Adam does follow her, and they have a bit of a discussion while waiting for the police to finish up. His real apology doesn’t happen until they are home.

This is a favorite scene.

Adam closed the door behind us but didn’t step farther into the house. He bowed his head for a moment before meeting my eyes.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I know I hurt you today. I have been angry and short-tempered and I took it our on you. On you and Jesse.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s talk about this. What is up with you? Why the shutdown of our bond> Why no time together? Why no–” I was trying to keep my voice clinical, but if i’d said “no making love” I would have trouble doing it. So I said, “–sex?” And my voice wobbled a little anyway.

He nodded, as if he’d been waiting for those questions.

“The short answer is that I don’t know,” he said. “But something is wrong.” He thumped his chest.

I frowned at him. “With your wolf?”

He shook his head, but then said, “Maybe? It doesn’t feel like that — though the wolf is part of it.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“See?” he said. “It doesn’t make sense out loud.”

“Is it me?”

He huffed out a humorless laugh. ” I promise that this is not an ‘it’s not you. it’s me’ speech.” His eyes brightened to gold. “I won’t let you go.”

“Not your choice,” I told him. “But as it happens you’d have a hard time shaking me off. You are mine, and I’m pretty stubborn about things like that.”

His whole body relaxed with an odd shudder. He closed his eyes. My stomach settled for the first time in a few days. We could work this out.

And then he said, in a voice that was not his own, “You’d leave if you knew what was inside me.”

The wolf, I thought, after a weird moment. It was just Adam’s wolf. We’d spoken a time or two. But it hasn’t sounded quite right for the wolf.

“Nope,” I told him–wolf and man. “Not happening.”

“You should leave.” This time I was sure it was the the wolf who spoke. “It would be safer for you.” And then Adam’s yellow eyes opened, but he gave a half laugh. “Yes, I know, that just guaranteed you are going to stick around until bodies start dropping.”

“Are bodies going to start dropping?” I asked.

“Mercy,” he said. “I don’t trust myself. I’ve been a werewolf for longer than you’ve been alive and it’s been decades since I’ve had trouble with it. But now I wake up and I’m in my wolf’s shape–without remembering how I got there.”

Two weeks ago, I thought. He’d been a wolf when I woke up. I’d just assumed that he’d had a restless night; we both were prone to those after the witches. Sometimes on bad nights we’d go out for a run–on two legs or four. I’d thought he’d decided to let me sleep. It had been after that night that the odd distance he’d forced between us had happened; it might have been right after that night.

He saw me remember and nodded. “Yes. That time. But it doesn’t feel like the wolf is trying to take over. I know how to control that.”

“We cannot keep the people around us safe from ourselves,” growled his wolf.

I couldn’t find it in myself to be frightened of Adam–though I remembered clearly the look in his eyes when I confronted him on the stairs. He hadn’t hurt me then–and he would never hurt me. But I wasn’t the one who needed convincing.

“Is it something to do with the witches?” I asked tentatively.

“I don’t think so,” said Adam. “it doesn’t feel like magic.”

“Yes,” contradicted the wolf–startling Adam.

It was pretty weird having a three-way conversation when there were only two of us in the room. Adam and his wolf were usually more integrated than this.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Do we believe your wolf? It was something the witches did?” They had made him obey them–it was a gift one of the Hardesty witches had. One of the nightmares Adam had after that night was that under the witches orders, he killed me or Jesse.

Adam shook his head. “I don’t think he knows anything I don’t.”

“Okay,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I agreed. “Now that we have all that out in the open, how about you open up our mating bond?”

“No,” Adam said with emphasis. “I don’t want this spilling out on you.”

“No,” agreed the wolf.

“All of what spilling out on me?” I asked.

Adam flattened his lips.

“Adam?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

He backed up against the door when I tried to put a hand on his shoulder. I raised both my eyebrows and stalked forward until he was flat against the wall and I pressed myself against him.

He could have pushed me away. Instead I could feel him try to pull himself back, as if he wished his body could dissolve through the door so we would no longer touch.

He turned his head from me, his eyes…ashamed.

“To hell with that,” I muttered. He was only about four inches taller than I was, which meant that if he was trying to keep his lips away from me, there was still a lot of him I could reach. I kissed the skin under his jaw, soft but for the bristly hint of beard growing in. then I rested my face against his neck and just breathed.

Gradually, his breathing matched mine and his body relaxed, melting into mine. Finally, his arms wrapped around me.

“I’m sorry,” he told me, his lips on my temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I told him. “Fix it.”

His chest huffed with a silent laugh, though the expression in his eyes hurt me. “I don’t know how.”
Briggs, Patricia. Smoke Bitten. Ace Publishing. pp. (46-49).

Now things start heating up in more ways than one. Not only is there a gate to Underhill in their backyard, Wolfe is stalking her, and an unknown entity is biting folks and causing havoc.

Lots of interaction with Adam’s wolf which is as unusual as it is interesting. Of course we also see many of our favorite wolves.  But Ben seems to  end up in the thick of things.

Plenty of action, suspense, magic and that unique romance that is Mercy and Adam.

I wish these books came out more often, I love them so very much!

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Patty was born in Butte, Montana, back in 1965. If you’re good at math, you’ll have deduced that she’s currently twenty-nine. In fact, she’s been twenty-nine for a while and has no intention of getting any older. Fiction authors don’t obey the laws of space and time, they invent them. Don’t argue, or she’ll make up a dragon right behind you . . .

Patricia was born book-privileged. Her mother was a school librarian, and she shared a room with an older sister who loved to read. Long after they had been put to bed, her sister would use the small night light to read Patty stories; her early favorites were fairy tales. Knights and castles, fair maidens, and monsters of every ilk became their nighttime companions.

Soon, Patty learned to read, and whole worlds were hers to explore. She rode on the Black Stallion, and flew the skies of Pern on a dragon. Sometime during that period she stumbled onto a treasure trove. Her older sister had begun collecting comic books; pristine originals were place in cellophane sleeves and organized in cardboard boxes. When her sister was away, they were removed by grubby fingers smeared with peanut butter and jelly for a clandestine read, returning with a faint smudges and wrinkled pages from reading under the covers. To this day, her sister periodically calls Patty and tells her how much more her original copies of the X-Men would have been worth if left pristine in their sleeves. The number keeps going up.

Patty is a prevarication professional. She lies for a living, telling whoppers and fibs so outrageous that people pay her to fib some more. Her only concession to honesty is that she tells people she’s lying to them, which is what separates a fiction author from a politician. She loves to play with her imaginary friends, and meeting with readers who know her imaginary friends is a treat. Her biggest complaint with writing is that she has far more ideas for stories than time to write them.

Patty and her family reside in Eastern Washington near Tri-Cities, home of Mercy Thompson; yes, it’s a real place! When not working on the next book, she can be found playing truant out in her horse pastures, playing with the newest babies.

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Storm Cursed – Mercy Thompson Book 11 by Patricia Briggs



Storm Cursed
Mercy Thompson Book 11
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Patricia Briggs

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In this powerful entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series, Mercy Thompson must face a deadly enemy to defend all she loves…

My name is Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman, and I am a car mechanic.

And a coyote shapeshifter.

And the mate of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin werewolf pack.

Even so, none of that would have gotten me into trouble if, a few months ago, I hadn’t stood upon a bridge and taken responsibility for the safety of the citizens who lived in our territory. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. It should have only involved hunting down killer goblins, zombie goats, and an occasional troll. Instead, our home was viewed as neutral ground, a place where humans would feel safe to come and treat with the fae.

The reality is that nothing and no one is safe. As generals and politicians face off with the Gray Lords of the fae, a storm is coming and her name is Death.

But we are pack, and we have given our word.

We will die to keep it.

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Patricia Briggs has done it again. A page turning adventure with Mercy Thompson Hauptman smack dap in the middle.

The government has contracted Adam’s security company to provide protection during meetings with the Gray Lords. With Adam in meetings and out of contact it’s Mercy that gets called when things get weird in the Tri-Cities. Boy do they get weird, starting with a criminal goblin, and a confrontation with Mary Jo’s ex Renny. No thanks to the Goblin King Larry.

This is a favorite scene.

“Do we have the right to remain silent?” Mary Jo asked.

“You aren’t under arrest,” he said with a quelling look. “Not yet, anyway. As long as you didn’t kill him, you probably won’t be. But Captain Allen is coming in and asked me not to start anything until he gets here. This would have been a lot easier for you if you had called us in the first place. Before there was a dead goblin whose head is in the back of the car. You know better, Mary Jo; why didn’t you call us in?”

She looked pointedly at me.

“The farmer didn’t want to be responsible for getting people killed,” I explained. “I agreed with him. Goblins are outside your ability to deal with.”

Renny’s eyes got cold, and he studied me for a moment. “All due respect, ma’am, you don’t know what we are capable of dealing with.”

“All due respect, Renny,” said Mary Jo, “I have a pretty freaking good idea of your capabilities. And I think Mr. Traegar’s decision to bring us in first was the correct one. We don’t really know what we’re dealing with when it comes to the fae—there is no way that the sheriff’s office would. We had two werewolves, Mercy and the goblin king out there—and if it weren’t for the goblin king we’d have failed to bring him in ourselves.”

He gave her a look. “I am going to ignore—just for a minute—how much my geek side is loving that apparently there is a goblin king in the world. And that he is—again apparently—here in the Tri-Cities. Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this.” He said all that in a very dry, professional tone.

I was starting to really like this guy.
Briggs, Patricia. Storm Cursed. Mercy Thompson Book 11. Ace Publishing. pp. 43-44.

Things get weirder as they called by a farmer to address miniature zombie goats. Yes, you read that right.

The goats lead to the discovery of black witches in town and that the pack’s witch Elizaveta’s family has been practicing Black Magic.

Mercy has her work cut out for her with not only the pack and the weirdness but also being recruited to find a venue for the big meeting.

We get to see not only Mary Jo, but also Ben, Zee, Tad, Uncle Mike, Larry aka goblin king, Stefan, Marsilia, we learn a lot more about Sherwood, and Wolfe plus Coyote inserts mischief as well.

As far as romance goes, well this isn’t that kind of novel, Adam and Mercy’s relationship grows in every book, but I have to say I’ll never think of the word ‘Nudge’ quite the same, ever.

This is a can’t put it down until your done book with action, lots of surprises, interesting information and so much more!

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Patricia Briggs was born in Butte, Montana, to a children’s librarian who passed on to her kids a love of reading and books. Patricia grew up reading fairy tales and books about horses, and later developed an interest in folklore and history. When she decided to write a book of her own, a fantasy book seemed a natural choice. Patricia graduated from Montana State University with degrees in history and German and she worked for a while as a substitute teacher.

Patricia and her family reside in Eastern Washington near Tri-Cities, home of Mercy Thompson; yes, it’s a real place! When not working on the next book, she can be found playing truant out in her horse pastures, playing with the newest babies.

New From NY Times Bestselling Author Patricia Briggs: Silence Fallen – Mercy Thompson Series Book 10


 

Silence Fallen
Mercy Thompson Series Book 10
By
NY Times Best Selling Author
Patricia Briggs

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In the #1 New York Times bestselling Mercy Thompson novels, the coyote shapeshifter has found her voice in the werewolf pack. But when Mercy’s bond with the pack—and her mate—is broken, she’ll learn what it truly means to be alone…

Attacked and abducted in her home territory, Mercy finds herself in the clutches of the most powerful vampire in the world, taken as a weapon to use against alpha werewolf Adam and the ruler of the Tri-Cities vampires. In coyote form, Mercy escapes—only to find herself without money, without clothing, and alone in the heart of Europe…

Unable to contact Adam and the rest of the pack, Mercy has allies to find and enemies to fight, and she needs to figure out which is which. Ancient powers stir, and Mercy must be her agile best to avoid causing a war between vampires and werewolves, and between werewolves and werewolves. And in the heart of the ancient city of Prague, old ghosts rise…

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*** Note from Patty: For the best reading experience, please pay attention to Mercy’s notes at the beginning of each chapter. Fair warning—the timeline is not completely linear. My imaginary friends made me do it. ***

Now some of you might say this is not a romance, so why is Carol Kittie reviewing it. I emphatically disagree. All of Mercy’s books are romances of the very best kind. An Alpha Werewolf and his Coyote, Alpha Male and Mechanic, Adam and Mercy, their devotion is undeniable and theirs is a love story that will never end.

This is the next episode in their ever changing relationship.

Once again while doing something totally mundane, Mercy ends up in trouble. This time the trouble is in the form of an Italian Vampire.

Waking in a cold steel room, Mercy can’t feel Adam, her pack or her link to Stefan. She knows she has to get away, which she does but, as all of us know, she only ends up in more trouble.

Adam feels the accident and Mercy’s pain as she is abducted. Discovering her gone and then their mating link silent has him frantic. With the help of Stefan and several others, some new and some not. He begins the journey to find his mate.

The Lord of Night had taken me from my mate, and now Adam was going to visit him. There was no way that was not going to be a disaster. Not at all.

What was everyone thinking to have allowed that to happen? Okay, granted that Adam made his own decisions. But Stefan had sounded so confident that as long as I remained at large, diplomacy could happen.

My husband was not overly diplomatic under the best of circumstances.
Briggs, Patricia. Silence Fallen (A Mercy Thompson Novel) (p. 86). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

So many trials, so many twists. This book will keep you on your toes from the moment you start it until you turn the final page.

As always I look forward to the next book in this series.

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Patricia Briggs is the author of the New York Times bestselling Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series. She lives in Washington state with her family, and a small herd of horses.

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