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Envy: A Novel of the Fallen Angels Mass Market Paperback – Sep 6 2011
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About the Author
J.R. Ward is the author of over twenty previous novels, including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood. There are more than 15 million copies of Wardï¿½s novels in print worldwide and they have been published in 25 different countries around the world. She lives in the South with her family.
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Two houses down from Detective Thomas DelVecchio’s, Internal Affairs Officer Sophia Reilly was behind the wheel of her unmarked and partially blinded.
“By all that is holy...” She rubbed her eyes. “Do you not believe in curtains?”
As she prayed for the image of a spectacularly naked colleague to fade from her retinas, she seriously rethought her decision to do the stakeout herself. She was exhausted, for one thing—or had been before she’d seen just about everything Veck had to offer.
Take out the just.
One bene was that she was really frickin’ awake now, thank you very much—she might as well have licked two fingers and shoved them into a socket: a full-frontal like that was enough to give her the perm she’d wanted back when she was thirteen.
Muttering to herself, she dropped her hands into her lap again. And gee whiz, as she stared at the dash, all she saw... was everything she’d seen.
Yeah, wow, on some men, no clothes was so much more than just naked.
And to think she’d almost missed the show. She’d parked her unmarked and just called in her position when the upstairs lights had gone on and she had gotten a gander at the vista of a bedroom. Easing back into her seat, it hadn’t dawned on her exactly where the unobstructed view was going to take them both—she’d just been interested that it appeared to be nothing but a bald lightbulb on the ceiling of what had to be the master suite.
Then again, bachelor pad decorating tended to be either storage-unit crammed or Death Valley–barren.
Veck’s was obviously the Death Valley variety.
Except suddenly she hadn’t been thinking about interior decorating, because her suspect had stepped into the bathroom and flipped the switch.
Hellllllllo, big boy.
In too many ways to count.
“Stop thinking about it... stop thinking about—”
Closing her eyes again didn’t help: If she’d reluctantly noticed before how well he filled out his clothes, now she knew exactly why. He was heavily muscled, and given that he didn’t have any hair on his chest, there was nothing to obscure those hard pecs and that six-pack and the carved ridges that went over his hips.
Matter of fact, when it came to manscaping, all he had was a dark stripe that ran between his belly button and his...
You know, maybe size did matter, she thought.
“Oh, for chrissakes.”
In an attempt to get her brain focused on something, anything more appropriate, she leaned forward and looked out the opposite window. As far as she could tell, the house directly across from him had privacy shades across every available view. Good move, assuming he paraded around like that every night.
Then again, maybe the husband had strung those puppies up so that his wife didn’t get a case of the swoons.
Bracing herself, she glanced back at Veck’s place. The lights were off upstairs and she had to hope now that he was dressed and on the first floor, he stayed that way.
God, what a night.
Was it possible Veck had torn apart that suspect? She didn’t think so.
But he did—even though he couldn’t remember a thing.
Whatever, she was still waiting for any evidence that came from the scene, and there were coyotes in those woods. Bears. Cats of the non–Meow Mix variety. Chances were good that the suspect had come walking through there with the scent of dried blood on his clothes and something with four paws had viewed him as a Happy Meal. Veck could well have tried to step in and been shoved to the side. After all, he’d been rubbing his temples like he’d had pain there, and God knew head trauma had been known to cause short-term memory loss.
The lack of physical evidence on him supported the theory; that was for sure.
God, that father of his. It was impossible not to factor him in even a little.
Like every criminal justice major, she’d studied Thomas DelVecchio Sr. as part of her courses—but she’d also spent considerable time on him in her deviant-psych classes. Veck’s dad was your classic serial killer: smart, cunning, committed to his “craft,” utterly remorseless. And yet, having watched videos of his interviews with police, he came across as handsome, compelling, and affable. Classy. Very non-monster.
But then again, like a lot of psychopaths, he’d cultivated an image and sustained it with care. He’d been very successful as a dealer of antiquities, although his establishment in that haughty, lofty world of money and privilege had been a complete self-invention. He’d come from absolutely nothing, but had had a knack for charming rich people—as well as a talent for going overseas and coming back with ancient artifacts and statues that were extremely marketable. It wasn’t until the killings had started to surface that his business practices came under scrutiny, and to this day, no one had any idea where he’d found the stuff he had—it was almost as if he’d had a treasure trove somewhere in the Middle East. He certainly hadn’t helped authorities sort things out, but what were they going to do to him? He was already on death row.
Not for much longer, though, evidently.
What had Veck’s mother been like—
The knock on the window next to her head was like a shot ringing out, and she had her weapon palmed and pointed to the sound less than a heartbeat afterward.
Veck was standing in the street next to her car, his hands up, his wet hair glossy in the streetlights.
Lowering her weapon, she put her window down with a curse.
“Quick reflexes, Officer,” he murmured.
“Do you want to get shot, Detective?”
“I said your name. Twice. You were deep in thought.”
Thanks to what she’d seen in that bathroom, the flannel shirt and academy sweats he had on seemed eminently removable, the kind of duds that wouldn’t resist a shove up or a pull down. But come on, like she hadn’t seen every aisle in his grocery store already?
“You want my clothes now?” he said as he held up a trash bag.
“Yes, thank you.” She accepted the load through her window and put the things down on the floor. “Boots, too?”
As he nodded, he said, “Can I bring you some coffee? I don’t have much in my kitchen, but I think I can find a clean mug and I got instant.”
“Thanks. I’m okay.”
There was a pause. “There a reason you’re not looking me in the eye, Officer?”
I just saw you buck naked, Detective. “Not at all.” She pegged him right in the peepers. “You should get inside. It’s chilly.”
“The cold doesn’t bother me. You going to be here all night?”
“On whether I am, right.”
He nodded, and then glanced around casually like they were nothing but neighbors chatting about the weather. So calm. So confident. Just like his father.
“Can I be honest with you?” he said abruptly.
“You’d better be, Detective.”
“I’m still surprised you let me go.”
She ran her hands around the steering wheel. “May I be honest with you?”
“I let you go because I really don’t think you did it.”
“I was at the scene and I had blood on me.”
“You called nine-one-one, you didn’t leave, and that kind of death is very messy to perpetrate.”
“Maybe I cleaned up.”
“There wasn’t a shower in those woods as far as I saw.”
Do. Not. Think. Of. Him. Naked.
When he started to shake his head like he was going to argue, Reilly cut him off. “Why are you trying to convince me I’m wrong?”
That shut him up. At least for a moment. Then he said in a low voice, “Are you going to feel safe tailing me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
For the first time, emotion bled through his cool expression, and her heart stopped: There was fear in his eyes, as if he didn’t trust himself.
“Veck,” she said softly, “is there anything I don’t know.”
He crossed his arms over that big chest of his and his weight went back and forth on his hips as if he were thinking. Then he hissed, and started rubbing his temple.
“I’ve got nothing,” he muttered. “Listen, just do us both a favor, Officer. Keep that gun close by.”
He didn’t look back as he turned and walked across the street.
He wasn’t wearing any shoes, she realized.
Putting up the window, she watched him go into the house and shut the door. Then the lights in the house went out, except for the hallway on the second floor.
Settling in, she eased down in her seat and stared at all those windows. Shortly thereafter, a massive shadow walked into the living room—or rather, appeared to be dragging something? Like a couch?
Then Veck sat down and his head disappeared as if he were stretching out on something.
It was almost like they were sleeping side by side. Well, except for the walls of the house, the stretch of scruffy spring lawn, the sidewalk, the asphalt, and the steel cage of her Crown Victoria.
Reilly’s lids drifted down, but that was a function of the angle of her head. She wasn’t tired and she wasn’t worried about falling asleep. She was wide-awake in the dark interior of the car.
And yet she reached over and hit the door-lock button.
Just in case.
Laying his hands on Mahone’s bloody chest, Caleb closed his eyes. Bullets still fired around him, some coming too damn close. Damn it, Riley’s men had to get out before the gas reached them in the crawl space. “Get out!” he yelled.
“The vampire teleported,” Riley shouted. “We’re clear.”
With a sigh of relief, Caleb willed his consciousness into a trance and called to his ancestors for their healing help. He saw them in the colors that swirled behind his eyelids and felt their presence in the heat that immediately suffused his body. Their voices chanted, low and soothing, directing him to keep one hand directly over Mahone’s heart and the other over his eyes. Caleb willed the healing heat building within his body to transfer to Mahone. As it did, he took some of Mahone’s pain into himself.
He felt his own heartbeat slow.
His limbs weakened.
His body began to shake with the effort of remaining upright, and he forced even breaths, sensing he needed to maintain contact far longer than he ever had.
Come on, come on, he urged himself. Hang in there.
The dizziness came next. Then the nausea. He could feel his lungs filling with the gas that swirled around them and knew his time was running out.
His body jerked as he coughed, and the movement threatened to pull his hands away from Mahone.
They had to get out of there, but if he disconnected too soon, it would all be for nothing. Mahone would die. Hell, Caleb would probably die, as well, too weak from the healing to get out on his own.
But then he felt Mahone’s chest rising strongly and his pulse beating regularly, and he knew the healing had worked. The heat slowly left his body, and the voices of his ancestors faded. Caleb whispered his thanks, then opened his eyes. Swiftly, he reached up and unhooked Mahone’s chains from the manacles around his wrists. Mahone groaned and slumped over just as Caleb caught him and threw him fireman-style over his shoulder.
Caleb staggered a few steps before he turned, intending to carry Mahone to the doorway. Halfway there, his knees buckled. He lost his grip on Mahone, and the man slipped and rolled a couple of feet away. Grunting, Caleb fell on all fours, his head hanging, his lungs seizing up.
He’d waited too long. They were both going to die in this warehouse, just like the FBI scientists who’d discovered the vamp antidote only to be killed because of it. He looked up, eyes watering, searching the room, thankful that Team Blue had obeyed his orders even as he regretted the fact no one was going to be able to help him.
But then he saw her. Wraith. Running toward him. He tried to open his mouth. To yell at her to stop.
His heart squeezed. Damn her for putting herself at such risk. He didn’t know how the gas would affect a wraith. Since it worked so well on vamps, immortality had nothing to do with the effects. But he couldn’t make a sound, and Wraith kept coming. She knelt beside him and pulled him up. She was yelling something, and he tried to make it out.
“. . . have to walk! I need to get Mahone. Can you walk, O’Flare?”
She was glancing frantically between him and Mahone, the indecision on her face readily apparent. She couldn’t carry them both out of there before the gas ended them.
“Leave me . . .” he tried to say, but again no sound came out. It didn’t matter. Wraith understood.
She grabbed him by his shirt and shook him, hanging on when he began to slide, practically keeping him on his feet. “No fucking way, O’Flare. I didn’t survive Korea just to come back and lose you in the States. Stay on your feet and move. You’re walking out of here. Got it?”
The vehemence in her voice roused him enough to nod. She released him, and although he swayed on his feet, he didn’t fall. Quickly, she grabbed Mahone, carrying him in the same lift O’Flare had used. Then, amazingly, she positioned herself next to him and ordered, “Lean against me if you need to. Start walking. Now.”
Caleb walked. He didn’t know how he did it, but he managed to put one foot in front of the other. At one point, he did have to lean on her, and he sensed how it slowed her down, but she didn’t move away. She stayed with him.
Until they made it out into the open air. He heard shouts and the sound of stomping feet just as he collapsed.
When he came to, he was being loaded into an ambulance. Riley’s face hovered above him. “Mahone?” Caleb rasped out.
“Still alive,” Riley said. “But I don’t know if he’s going to stay that way.”
From the worried expression on the man’s face, Caleb knew his own chance of survival was also in question.
“Wraith?” he asked, grabbing on to the man’s shirt when he didn’t answer. “What about the wraith?”
Riley shook his head. “I don’t know. She passed out, same as you. No pulse, remember? No breath. No way to tell if she’s alive or dead. They took her in another cab. Your guess is as good as mine.”
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Top Customer Reviews
I would describe this as a romance wrapped in urban fantasy. The mix works though, along with Ward's usual hilarious male banter, excessive product placement, seriously hot love scenes and a few major surprises -which we should see the trickle down effect from for several books to come. I also feel that she finally got the romance right here; I enjoyed Veck and Reilly and found myself rooting for their HEA.
Through some unique world building we also get a much closer look at arch angels Nigel and Colin(who are growing on me) and of course our sexy saviour Jim and his fallen angel sidekicks Adrian and Eddie... (Sigh)
Lastly I have to mention Devina. She is just awesome, probably Ward's best female character to date and a superb villain. Yes she is evil but she is also so much more, what with her therapy sessions, hoarding issues, insecurities and school girl crush on Jim -which let me tell you he uses to his full advantage. Alls fair in love and war.Read more ›
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That being said, in his own novel, Veck makes for a pretty interesting lead. He is haunted by the legacy of his serial killer father and a darkness that he has always carried within himself. And as our book begins, he is convinced that he is responsible for the attack on another serial killer named Kroner. Reilly is the Internal Affairs officer sent in to investigate. And she becomes his temporary partner while the police try to figure out what really happened to Kroner. Together, they begin to investigate the disappearance of Sissy Barten... the young virgin Devina killed in Covet. Veck thinks Kroner had something to do with it, since Sissy disappeared around the same time as his other victims.
In the meantime, Jim is determined he will find Sissy's body and somehow get her soul back from Devina. And his single-minded focus is causing a rift with his back-up angels Ad & Eddie. At times, the Jim and Sissy vibe comes across as a borderline romantic possibility... which bothers me. Sissy is 19. Jim is 40. Yes, they're actually both dead, but it's still squicky. And with Veck working Sissy's disappearance (and obviously with him being the soul in need of saving for the book) Jim has twice the motivation to be a part of his life.
I found that I liked the storyline of Veck's internal struggle, though how Devina got her hooks into him via his father wasn't entirely clear to me. As with all Ward books, the sex was rockin' -- though I was disappointed with Reilly for her lack of faith at a pivotal time. The real meat of the book for me, though, centered on Jim, Ad & Eddie. Some pretty powerful developments take place within their dynamic and we can expect the repercussions to continue into future books. We're also tipped off on the identity of the soul in question for the next book. It's a familiar face, but I don't know how I feel about it.
Overall, it was a solid installment in the series... very consistent in tone to the books that came before it. 4 stars.
This book carries on immediately from book 2 in the series. There are roughly 3 plot threads--the fight between the fallen angels and Devina, the relationships between the archangels who control the gates of heaven and are fighting Devina, and finally the romance between Veck, the detective hero, and Reilly, the Officer heroine.
Jim Heron is The Savior, a man chosen by Heaven, represented by Nigel, an archangel, and hell, represented by Devina, because he is equally good and bad. It has been really interesting to see him grow in strength realize his personal potential for good and bad. He seems to have a crush/obsession with a 19 year old who was sacrificed by Devina in an earlier book. The death of this character is central to the plot in Envy. Wow--got to give Ward credit for weaving it all so flawlessly. Jim just exactly what we like about Ward men. Enough said.
Devina, on the other hand . . . wow. She's EVIL. But hilarious. For example, she sees a therapist and also has a huge crush on Jim. She is the best Ward female ever written because she's just unabashedly HER. Love to hate her, like I said.
Jim is fighting Devina with the help of two fallen angels--Eddie and Adrian. These two have a long history with Devina which we learn in bits and pieces. Basically they're renegades who've been keeping each other company and fighting Devina. Company seems to include "hands-on" manage a trois.
The relationships between the archangels are still in development because their side stories are in many ways inexplicable. If you're familiar with Ward she always develops little side plots that may not reveal themselves until much later. I'm hoping that was the case here. In sum we learn that Nigel, the lead archangel, has a little tiff with another archangel (can't call it a true fight because the archangels, unlike the fallen angels, are well-bred golf clappers who even have English accents). I say inexplicable because it's still not clear what role they all have and what they do exactly.
Finally, there is the romance. I found Ward due to it's classification in the "romance genre" but I continue to read her for the World Building and consider the romance a bonus. In Envy, there is one major bummer about the romance--I won't totally spoil it--but it was something that while was central to the plot, seemed to seriously undermine the chance of the romance being long-term. We met Veck, the hero, in Lover Un--something, Ward's last book, when he had a run-in with a vampire that led directly to the story we see in Envy. Veck is typical Ward. He's huge, hot and hardcore. He also doesn't feel he's worthy of the good girl--which is exactly what Reilly, the heroine is--a cotton-underwear-wearing-rule-follower. She was a disappointment because her character didn't grow much. In my opinion she had a chance and didn't excel when she could have. Despite that she does seem to be the perfect match to Veck and I cared enough to be invested in their relationship.
The most interesting part of the romance was that the hero, Veck is the look-alike son of an infamous serial killer who is scheduled for death row. One of the major elements of his character was that fans of his father's were constantly trying to ingratiate themselves into his life. If that wasn't bad enough he was born with evil in his DNA, and has elements of his personality which are predisposed to evil, just like his father. It's interesting and I wish it had been explored even more.
The world Ward has created here is truly unique. There is nothing out there even close. Ward's take on heaven and hell is simply fascinating and I love learning about it. For example Jim has a dog which keeps him company while he fights Devina. A character asks Jim. "whose dog is that?" Jim says, "Everybody's, really." DOG. GOD. There is no chance in hell this would be palatable for some people, but if you're willing to be open minded I think there is a lot of wisdom.
This really is a great book in this genre, one of the best Ward has written in awhile. Devina and Jim continue to grow and surprise me and I enjoy them both. We shall see if the sacrificed virgin Jim is obsessed with (who was hinted to be stronger that she looks) can usurp Devina as the lead female.
Looking forward to the next installment! Great work JR WARD!
Beyond that the actual story was pretty boring. If I read a synopsis about a guy with a serial killer father and a demon trying to make him give in to his natural inclinations and the angels battling the demon for his soul... I'm so there. All about it. The execution? Terrible I skimmed a good quarter of the book. Even the sex was just meh. After the first aborted session I didn't care if they did the deed or not and skimmed over those scenes. if you're going to have a series with recurring characters doing somewhat similar things you have to keep the writing good. It should get BETTER. You already wrote about ten percent of this book in the first two. Ok give us some more three way sex with random skanks in the bathroom of a club. Wait didn't I get this scene in the previous books of the series? Oh wait should we change Ad and Eddie to John matthew and Quinn?
I know I seem angry. But dammit I need something good to read. If you want a good series about angels try nalini singh's archangel series. At least she can write a female that isn't one dimensional while Still writing a strong alpha male that dominates the book.