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# Haunted: Women of the Otherworld, Book 5

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			        		Smart-mouthed Eve Levine, a witch with a reputation for breaking the rules, may be dead, but as she proves in this overstuffed paranormal romance (a follow-up to Industrial Magic), she can still raise hell in the hereafter&#x2014;which, in this case, is a curiously ordinary dimension in which ghosts like Eve and her also deceased former lover, a sorcerer named Kris, can bicker, have sex and use their paranormal powers. The Fates, three elusive sisters, are the rulers of this otherworldly dimension, and they have a job for Eve. If she can defeat a demonic Nix who&apos;s wreaking havoc in the human realm by inducing people to kill, she&apos;ll earn her wings&#x2014;literally. The catch: she can&apos;t capture the Nix without the powers that angelhood affords. Eve surmounts this hurdle by teaming up with a hunky and humanlike angel named Trsiel, but her quest, which is fraught with obstacles as well as unnecessary distractions, is lengthy and meandering. In addition, Eve&apos;s kick-butt-ask-questions-later attitude, while amusing, can be wearying, and the rules of Armstrong&apos;s alternate world seem conveniently changeable. Still, those who appreciate heroines with a good measure of spunk, sass and strong-arm savvy will find this a fun if fitful read.Copyright &#xA9; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		&quot;Armstrong has created a persuasive, finely detailed other-worldly cosmology &#x2014; featuring sorcery, astral projection, spells, telepathy and teleportation.&quot;&#x2014; Toronto Star &quot;Those who appreciate heroines with a good measure of spunk, sass and strong-arm savvy will find this a fun if fitful read.&quot;&#x2014; Publishers Weekly&quot;Mesmerizing . . . the &apos;other-worldly&apos; atmosphere conjured up by Armstrong begins to seem strangely real. Armstrong is a talented and original writer whose inventiveness and sense of the bizarre is arresting.&quot;&#x2014; The London Free Press
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF THE SMART, SEXY -- SUPERNATURAL -- WOMEN OF THE OTHERWORLD Eve Levine -- half-demon, black witch and devoted mother -- has been dead for three years. She has a great house, an interesting love life and can&apos;t be killed again -- which comes in handy when you&apos;ve made as many enemies as Eve. Yes, the afterlife isn&apos;t too bad -- all she needs to do is find a way to communicate with her daughter, Savannah, and she&apos;ll be happy. But fate -- or more exactly, the Fates -- have other plans. Eve owes them a favor, and they&apos;ve just called it in. An evil spirit called the Nix has escaped from hell. She feeds on chaos and death, and is very good at persuading people to kill for her. The Fates want Eve to hunt her down before she does any more damage, but the Nix is a dangerous enemy -- previous hunters have been driven insane in the process. As if that&apos;s not problem enough, the only way to stop her is with an angel&apos;s sword. And Eve is no angel. . . .
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		Kelley Armstrong lives in rural Ontario with her husband, three children and far too many pets. She is the author of a new crime series, the Women of the Otherworld series and an upcoming young adult trilogy, The Darkest Power.
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		Chapter One&quot;Come on,&quot; Savannah whispered, tugging the young man&apos;s hand.She climbed a wooden fence into the backyard of a narrow two-story house.&quot;Watch out for the roses,&quot; she said as his feet threatened to land in the border. &quot;We gotta come this way or the old bugger next door will bitch about me having friends over when no one&apos;s home.&quot;&quot;Yeah,&quot; the boy said. &quot;I get shit from my folks about that, too.&quot;&quot;Oh, Paige and Lucas don&apos;t care, as long as I clean up and don&apos;t have any monster parties. Well, they might care if they found out I was bringing a guy over. But if that old man sees me having friends over? He starts telling people that Paige and Lucas are crappy guardians, shit like that. Makes me want to--&quot; She swallowed her next words and shrugged. &quot;Tell him off or something.&quot;I was less than a half-dozen paces behind, but they never turned around, never even peered over their shoulders. Sometimes that really pisses me off. Sure, all teenagers ignore their mothers. And, sure, Savannah had a good excuse, since I&apos;d been dead for three years. Still, you&apos;d think we&apos;d have a deeper connection, that she&apos;d somehow hear me, if only as a voice in her head that said &quot;Don&apos;t listen to that girl&quot; or &quot;That boy&apos;s not worth the trouble.&quot; Never happened, though. In life, I&apos;d been one of the most powerful women in the supernatural world, an Aspicio half-demon and witch master of the black arts. Now I was a third-rate ghost who couldn&apos;t even contact her own daughter. My afterlife sucked.Savannah took the boy through the lean-to, dragged him away from Lucas&apos;s latest motorcycle restoration project and into the house. The back door swung shut in my face. I walked through it.They shed their shoes, then climbed the small set of stairs from the landing to the kitchen. Savannah headed straight for the fridge and started grabbing sandwich fixings. I walked past them, through the dining room, into the living room, and settled into my favorite spot, a butter yellow leather armchair.I&apos;d done the right thing, sending Savannah to Paige. Quite possibly the smartest thing I&apos;d ever done. Of course, if I&apos;d been really smart, Savannah wouldn&apos;t have needed anyone to take her in. I wouldn&apos;t have been in such a hellfire rush to escape that compound, wouldn&apos;t have gotten myself killed, wouldn&apos;t have endangered my little girl--Yes, I&apos;d screwed up, but I was going to fix that now. I&apos;d promised to look after my daughter, and I would . . . just as soon as I figured out how.Savannah and her friend took their sandwiches into the dining room. I leaned forward to peer around the corner, just a quick check in case . . . In case what, Eve? In case she chokes on a pickle? I silenced the too-familiar inner voice and started to settle back into my chair when I noticed a third person in the dining room. In a chair pulled up to the front window sat a gray-haired woman, her head bent, shoulders racked with silent sobs.Savannah brushed past the woman, and took a seat on the opposite side of the table. &quot;Did you hear Ms. Lenke might not be back before the city finals? She&apos;d better be. Callahan doesn&apos;t know the difference between a dead ball and a free ball.&quot;The boy snorted. &quot;I&apos;d be surprised if that moron could tell a basketball from a football. At last week&apos;s practice . . .&quot;I tuned them out and focused on the woman. As I drew near, I could hear her muted sobs. I sighed and leaned against the dining room doorway.&quot;Look,&quot; I said. &quot;Whatever happened to you, I&apos;m sure it was bad, but you have to move on. Go into the light or click your heels three times or whatever. Get thee to the other side, ghost.&quot;The woman didn&apos;t even look up. Only thing worse than a stubborn spirit is a rude one. I&apos;d seen her here at least a dozen times since the kids had moved in, and not once had she so much as acknowledged my presence. Never spoke. Never left that chair. Never stopped crying. And I thought I had a lousy afterlife.I softened my tone. &quot;You have to get over it. You&apos;re wasting your time--&quot;She faded, and was gone. Really. Some people.&quot;Where&apos;s that new stereo you got?&quot; the boy asked through a mouthful of multigrain bread.&quot;In my room.&quot; Savannah hesitated. &quot;You wanna go up and see it?&quot;The boy jumped to his feet so fast his chair tumbled over backward. Savannah laughed and helped him right it. Then she grabbed his hand and led him to the stairs.I stayed at the bottom.A moment later, music rocked the rafters. Nothing I recognized. Dead three years, and I was already a pop-culture has-been. No, wait. I did recognize the song. &quot;(Don&apos;t Fear) the Reaper&quot; . . . but with a techno beat. Who the hell was this? Not Blue Oyster Cult, that&apos;s for sure. What kind of crap--? Oh God, I was turning into my mother. I&apos;d avoided it all my life and now--A man walked through the wall. Two inches taller than me. A decade older. Broad shoulders. Thickening middle. Thinning blond hair. Gorgeous bright blue eyes, which followed my gaze to the stairs.&quot;And what does our daughter desperately need your help with today?&quot; he asked.Kristof Nast&apos;s contribution to &quot;our daughter&quot; had been purely biological, having not entered her life until just days before the end of his. My choice, not his. After I&apos;d become pregnant, I&apos;d skedaddled. Took him thirteen years and a mortal blow to the head, but he&apos;d finally caught up with me.He cocked his head, listened to the music, and pulled a face. &quot;Well, at least she&apos;s out of the boy-band stage. And it could be worse. Bryce went through heavy metal, then rap, then hip-hop, and at each phase I swore the next one couldn&apos;t be any worse, but he always found something--&quot; Kristof stopped and waved a hand in front of my eyes.&quot;Come on, Eve,&quot; he said. &quot;Savannah&apos;s taste may be questionable, but she doesn&apos;t require musical supervision.&quot;&quot;Shhh. Can you hear anything?&quot;He arched his brows. &quot;Besides a badly tuned bass guitar and vocals worthy of a castrated stray cat?&quot;&quot;She has a boy up there.&quot;Another frown, deeper this time. &quot;What kind of boy?&quot;&quot;Human.&quot;&quot;I meant what &apos;sort&apos; of boy. This isn&apos;t the same one--&quot; He closed his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, then launched into a voice I knew only too well, one I heard in my head when he wasn&apos;t around. &quot;All right. Savannah has a boy in her room. She&apos;s fifteen. We both know they aren&apos;t up there on a study date. As for exactly what they&apos;re doing . . . is that really any of your business?&quot;&quot;I&apos;m not worried about sex, Kris. She&apos;s a smart girl. If she&apos;s ready--and I don&apos;t think she is--she&apos;ll take precautions. But what if he&apos;s ready? I barely know this guy. He could--&quot;&quot;Force her to do something she doesn&apos;t want?&quot; His laugh boomed through the foyer. &quot;When&apos;s the last time anyone forced you to do something against your will? She&apos;s your daughter, Eve. First guy who puts a hand where she doesn&apos;t want it will be lucky if he doesn&apos;t lose it.&quot;&quot;I know, but--&quot;&quot;What if they do turn that music down? Do you really want to hear what&apos;s going on?&quot;&quot;Of course not. That&apos;s why I&apos;m staying down here. I&apos;m just making sure--&quot;&quot;You can&apos;t make sure of anything. You&apos;re dead. That boy could pull a gun on her and there&apos;s not a damn thing you could do about it.&quot;&quot;I&apos;m working on that!&quot;He sighed. &quot;You&apos;ve been working on it for three years. And you&apos;re no better off than when you started.&quot; He hesitated, then plowed forward. &quot;You need to step back from it for a while. Take a break.&quot;&quot;And do what?&quot;&quot;Well, funny you should ask. That&apos;s what I wanted to talk to you about. I happen to have a temp job lined up for you. Full of adventure, mystery, maybe even a little danger . . .&quot;&quot;Just a little?&quot;He grinned. &quot;Depends on how you play it.&quot;I paused, then glanced up the stairs. &quot;We&apos;ll talk about it later.&quot;Kristof threw up his hands and disappeared into the wall. I plunked down onto the step. Savannah and I had a special bond he couldn&apos;t possibly understand . . . I only wish that were true. Kris had single-parented both his sons after his wife had left them while his youngest was still in diapers. Soon after we&apos;d met, his secretary had paged him because Sean had been hit in the head during a baseball game. For barely more than a bump, he&apos;d blown off an important dinner meeting to catch the next plane home. And that&apos;s when my opinion of him had begun the slow but steady shift that led to Savannah.It had ended there, though. Once I&apos;d realized I was a black witch carrying the bastard child of a Cabal sorcerer heir, I hadn&apos;t been dumb enough to stick around and see what his family thought. As for what Kristof thought of me taking our daughter away . . . well, I&apos;d spent twelve years trying not to think about that. I knew I&apos;d made a mistake, an error in judgment overshadowed only by that final error in judgment I&apos;d made in the compound.Yet for twelve years I&apos;d been able to coast on my guilt trip, telling myself maybe Kristof hadn&apos;t really cared that I&apos;d taken Savannah. Bullshit, of course. But not having him there to say otherwise had made it easier . . . until six months after my death, when I&apos;d seen him fight for custody of her, and die trying to protect her.Upstairs, the music ended. Savannah popped in another CD . . . or switched MP3s . . . or whatever music came on these days. The next song began, something slow, and definitely soft enough for me to hear giggles and murmurs.Damn it, Kris was right. Following my daughter to the mall was one thing. Listening to her make out with a boy was wrong. And creepy. But now I was stuck here. If Kristof found out I&apos;d left right after him, he&apos;d know I&apos;d seen his point, and I wasn&apos;t ready to admit that. Maybe--A sharp oath burst from the living room. I took a cautious step toward the corner. In life, I would have strode over there, defensive spell at the ready. But here? Well, here things were different.Kristof stepped from behind the sofa, picking what looked like cobwebs from his rumpled shirt. The back of his hair stuck straight up, as if someone had run a static-charged hand through it. His tie was shredded.He gave a fierce wet-dog shake. When he finished, he was immaculate again . . . except for his tie, which was tucked into his shirt. I plucked it out and straightened it.&quot;Let me guess,&quot; I said. &quot;Wrong turn . . . again?&quot;He gave a helpless shrug. &quot;You know how I am with spells.&quot;&quot;Uh-huh.&quot;I glanced back at the stairs. A sigh floated down.I turned back to Kris. &quot;Want a lift?&quot;&quot;Please.&quot;Chapter TwoTransportation is my afterlife specialty--my quest to help Savannah meant I spent a lot of time tracking down sources. In other areas of ghost activity, I&apos;m not so good, though I didn&apos;t think the Fates needed to send me through that damned orientation course three times.My afterlife world was a version of earth, with some weird subdimensions that we really tried to avoid. Everyone here was a supernatural, but not every supernatural was here. When I&apos;d died, my first thought on waking had been &quot;Great, now I finally find out what comes next.&quot; Well, actually that had been my second thought, after &quot;Hmmm, I thought it would have been hotter.&quot; Yes, I&apos;d escaped the fiery hell my mother and many others had prophesied for me, but in dying, I hadn&apos;t found out what comes next, only what came next for me. Was there fire and brimstone somewhere else? Were there halos and heavenly harps? I have no idea. I only know that where I am is better than where I expected to be, so I&apos;m not complaining.I dropped Kristof off on the courthouse steps. Yes, we have courts here. The Fates take care of all major disciplinary issues, but they let us handle disputes between ghosts. Hence the courts, where Kristof worked. Not that he&apos;d practiced law in real life. The day he&apos;d passed the bar exam, he&apos;d gone into business with his family. But here he was, playing lawyer in the afterlife. Even Kris admitted this wasn&apos;t his first choice for a new career, but until they started a ghost world NHL franchise, he was stuck with it.Speaking of jobs . . . Kristof was right. I needed a break. I&apos;d known that for a while now, but couldn&apos;t bring myself to admit it. I knew Kris&apos;s &quot;temp job&quot; wouldn&apos;t be the kind of employment the Fates would approve of, but that was more incentive than obstacle.That thought had no sooner left my mind than a bluish fog blew in and swirled around my leg.&quot;Hey, I was just--&quot;The fog sucked me into the ground.The Searchers deposited me in the Fates&apos; throne room, a white marble cavern with moving mosaics on the walls. The Fates are the guardians of the supernatural layers of the ghost world, and just about the only time they call us in is when we&apos;ve screwed up. So as the floor began to turn, I braced myself. When it didn&apos;t turn fast enough, I twisted around to face the Fates myself. A pretty girl threaded yarn onto a spinning wheel. She looked no more than five or six years old, with bright violet eyes that matched her dress.&quot;Okay,&quot; I said. &quot;What did I do?&quot;The girl smiled. &quot;Isn&apos;t the question: What did I do now?&quot;I sighed, and in less time than it takes to blink, the girl morphed into a middle-aged version of herself, with long graying dark hair, and light-brown skin showing the first wrinkles and roughness of time.&quot;We have a problem, Eve.&quot;&quot;Look, I promised I wouldn&apos;t use the codes for excessive unauthorized travel. I never said--&quot;&quot;This isn&apos;t about unauthorized travel.&quot;I thought for a moment. &quot;Visiting Adena Milan for spell-swapping? Hey, that was an honest mistake. No one told me she was on the blacklist.&quot;The middle-aged Fate shook her head. &quot;Admittedly, there might be some amusement to be had in making you recite the whole list of your infractions, but I&apos;m afraid we don&apos;t have that much time. Eighteen months ago, you made a deal with us. If we returned Paige and Lucas to the living world, you&apos;d owe us a favor.&quot;&quot;Oh . . . that.&quot;Damn. When they hadn&apos;t mentioned it again, I&apos;d hoped they&apos;d forgotten. Like that&apos;s going to happen. The Fates can remember what Noah ate for breakfast on the morning of the flood.
						    	
					    	
						
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## Customer Reviews

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    Ghost on the trail
  

*by A***N on May 9, 2017*









  
  
    This is 5th in the series and I've enjoyed every one of them.  Each installment is really a separate book with its own characters.  In this book we follow a ghost.  She hangs around with a guy ghost and she keeps watch over her living daughter.  The guy ghost happens to be the father who never knew he had a daughter when he was alive.  The problem is a demi demon who takes over personalities, does terrible things, then arranges for the one she inhabits to be prosecuted while she goes off to the next inhabitation.  The fates want her to help an angel catch the demi-demon - again.  She's managed to get free.  In the process, her own daughter is endangered.  The ghost is being considered to be an angel - but she is more devilish in a practical way.  This is told from the point of view of the ghost and she is quite the rascally ghost.  I enjoyed the story and the main characters.
  


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    Haunting Story
  

*by K***K on July 17, 2012*









  
  
    Haunted is the fifth book in the Otherworld series which focuses on Eve Levine. In previous book in the series, Eve has been portrayed as a minor character with her main role as Savannah's mother. With this book, Kelley Armstrong gives more depth and life to a wonderful character.When Eve was alive, she was a much feared witch. She traded in the dark arts of magic and she had no time or patience for the American Coven. Now, as a ghost in the afterlife, she has to find a new path. She focuses most of her attention on Savannah; always watching and checking up on her. For all her faults (Eve is far from perfect), she loves her daughter more than anything wants to protect her above all else. Her most redeeming quality is being a mother to Savannah. She sacrificed her own life to help her. By being a mother, Eve is able to expand her morality to make better choices that are not just focused on her. At the end of the book, Ms. Armstrong depicts a strong mother-daughter connection between Eve and Savannah where even death can't destroy.Ms. Armstrong loves conflict with her couples which make for a really good subplot to her books. In Haunted, Eve and Kristof have a lot to overcome. Prior to both their deaths, they had a very secret and passionate affair and the result was Savannah. Their love is strong but the trust isn't. All Eve cares about is the safety of her daughter. Kristof wants her to realize that they can have a life together in the Afterlife. They both have to find their own way in the Afterlife and back to each other. Like all of Ms. Armstrong's female characters, Eve is strong and fiercely independent; having to rely on someone else is difficult. Eve has to struggle to realize that Kristof will always be there for her and she can have a happily ever after with him. That struggle makes Eve a very fascinating character.Overall, Eve is a strong, powerful and confident witch. She is not afraid to face a demon or any other supernatural creature to get want she wants. I was really happy that Ms. Armstrong wrote an entire book devoted to Eve. She is a great character with big flaws. However, maybe against her will, Eve is developing a good heart. We are not done with Eve because she will continue to play a part in other Otherworld books including 13.
  


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    Good book but isnt as good as previous efforts...
  

*by C***A on July 28, 2005*









  
  
    This book, which is part 5 in Armstrongs great series, was a bit weird for me.The thing i love about Armstrongs Otherworld series is that the supernaturals are living directly underneath the noses of 'normal' humans without them even knowing it. The vampires and werewolves arent out of the closet like Hamiltons world.But this book puts a twist to that.Most of this book is spent in the 'ghost world' or afterlife. Where Fates, demons, supernaturals, and ghosts walk through walls, teleport to countries in seconds, and get punished by angels for being naughty. The setting of the afterlife takes some getting used to and seems a bit strange in some parts. Though i must admit that i liked some ideas like Hell being a paranoid place where you cant trust anyone...The story still manages to get a hold of you thanks to Armsrongs wonderful set of characters. Eve is a funny and powerful person and her character really oozes with charisma and personality. The ending also has a weird twist or two thrown in which makes it a bit of a surprise.Still, in the end i enjoyed the book a great deal but the supernatural afterlife setting was a bit 'new' to me.Id rather see a book about Eve Levine before Savannah was born and how she died in the compound. Kind of like a prologue of sorts. Now thats an idea...
  


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