Love at Stake #3
Kiadó: HarperCollins, 2009.03.17.
Oldalszám: 382
Angol nyelvű e-könyv
If it was still beating. Angus MacKay has been undead for almost five hundred years and it's not often something, or someone, surprises him. Until Emma Wallace. The sight of this luscious agent from the CIA's elite Stake-Out team was enough to stop Angus in his tracks. But then he discovers that she's a vampire slayer, intent on killing the "monsters" who killed her parents. And it's Angus's job to stop her.
The only good vampire is a dead vampire. It's been Emma's motto since she committed her life to the destruction of these things. Now Angus MacKay wants to convince her differently.
Sure, he's a sexy Highland warrior who seems to have stepped off the cover of a romance novel, complete with brogue, kilt, and sword, but he's also one of them. And it's her job to kill him.
The war is on, but will it end in the destruction of one or both of them... or in total surrender to a passion for the ages?
After four hundred and ninety-three years of teleporting from one place to another, Angus MacKay still felt an urge to peek under his kilt to ensure everything had arrived in fine working condition. There were some areas where a man, vampire or not, would hate to find himself shortchanged. He resisted, though, since he wasn’t alone. He’d just materialized in Roman Draganesti’s office at Romatech Industries, and the former monk was sitting behind his desk, watching him calmly.
Emma szüleit vámpírok ölték meg, ezért az életét tette fel az élőhalottak elpusztítására. Mottója: a jó vámpír a halott vámpír, ezért éjszaka azon vámpírokat gyilkolja, akik emberekre támadnak.
Katya Miniskaya, az orosz klán új vezetője hadat akar üzeni Roman-nak, amennyiben még több harcosát megölik.
Angus, a MacKay ~ Vagyonvédelmi és Magánnyomozó iroda tulajdonosa, amely védelmet nyújt számos fontos klán mesterének, mint például a Romatech tulajdonosának, jóbarátjának Roman-nak is. A majdnem ötszáz éves halhatatlant nem túl gyakran lepik meg, de Emmának sikerül. Meg akarja állítani ezt az igencsak intelligens és erős akaratú skót harcosnőt, akiben túl sok a gyűlölet és a bosszúvágy. Két olyan könyves karakterről szól a regény, akik nálam már az első megjelenésükkor a topba kerültek.
Egészében nézve kb. 80%-ban bolond az egész bagázs, de elragadóak is egyben: Ian, Connor, Jean-Luc, Robby, Phineas, és végre kaptunk egy szeletet Phil-ből is! Most folyamatosan ezt mondogatom magamnak: nem szabad, nem szabad, sorrend, sorrend... Austin és Darcy pedig pont Magyarországot járta benne, ami ránk nézve nagyon jó ;) Gregori vízilovas beszólását olvasva már szakadtam a nevetéstől (moly). A hülyeség csak úgy árad belőle. Rosszat nem tudok írni a regényről, maximum csak annyit: Casimir.
Ha az írónőnek az volt a célja, hogy függő legyek: sikerült neki! Egy ilyen könyv után nem lehet csak úgy abbahagyni a sorozatot, szórakoztat a javából. Jöhet Jean-Luc és Párizs ♥
Törölt jelenet a könyvből.
Kedvenc idézet(ek): tudom, hogy ez most sok lesz, de akkor sem tudom megállni... hármat azért a moly is kapott.
“Wait.” Gregori’s mouth twitched. “You two guys are going to Central Park in the middle of the night, wearing skirts?” He laughed. “No one’s gonna believe you’re looking for a woman.”
Gregori leaned forward. “Can you believe it? We’re all a bunch of mutants! Just like the Ninja Turtles.”
Angus blinked. “We—we’re like... turtles?”
Gregori burst into laughter.
Ian shook his head, grinning.
Connor snorted. “Nay. We have vampire DNA. No turtles.”
“Snap!” Gregori rocked back in his chair, laughing. “I had you worried, huh?”
Angus narrowed his eyes. “Connor, if ye doona kill this fledgling, I will. The lad is begging for it.”
Ian covered his mouth to hide a grin. Connor simply crossed his arms and looked bored.
Gregori wiped his eyes. “You can’t kill me. I’m the vice president of marketing at Romatech.”
“Emma, Brian here. I just received an odd report from data security, and I thought you should know.”
She sat forward. “Yes?”
“Someone accessed the personnel files about ten minutes ago. They had clearance, but they didn’t identify themselves, so a flag went up. Before security could break the connection, this person managed to download one file.” Brian cleared his throat. “I thought I should warn you.”
A chill seeped through Emma’s skin. “Whose file was it?”
“Yours.”
“I see.” Her voice sounded far away. “Thank you.” She set the phone down and took a deep breath to steel her nerves. So Angus was checking her out. He would know all about her. Her gaze drifted to the naughty e-mail he’d sent. If he was a vampire, tomorrow night would be his last.
And even a pardon from the queen couldn’t save his gorgeous ass.
“Miss Wallace needs... something to wear.”
“Indeed?” Jean-Luc’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Emma glared at Angus and whispered, “I knew this would be embarrassing.”
“Come.” Jean-Luc led the way from his office. “The storeroom is downstairs. I’m sure we can find something suitable for a... picnic.” He glanced back at Angus with a grin.
Jean-Luc drew closer to Angus. “You old dog. I never knew you had such good taste.”
Angus folded his arms across his chest. “This is business.”
Jean-Luc snorted. “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“I mean it. I’m gaining her confidence so she’ll stop slaying.”
Jean-Luc’s mouth dropped open. “She’s slaying vampires?”
Angus nodded. “Doona be fooled by her sweet face and beautiful body. She’s a fierce and clever warrior.”
Jean-Luc regarded Angus in silence.
Angus arched a brow. “What?”
Jean-Luc shrugged. “Nothing.” He turned away, then muttered, “First Roman, and now you.”
“There is nothing happening between us.”
“Right.” Jean-Luc patted him on the back. “I wish you two the best.”
Roman cleared his throat. “You’re convinced a relationship between a mortal and a vampire cannot work?”
Angus nodded, avoiding Roman’s eyes.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not referring to Shanna and me?”
The devil take it. Angus turned his back to Roman and pretended to be studying book titles. Footsteps approached.
Roman leaned a shoulder against the bookshelf...
She instantly regretted her words. The tinge of pain in his eyes meant she had hurt him.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Emma murmured from her crouched position behind an old dented Chevy with a mismatched passenger door.
“Don’t be a wuss.” Sean checked his pistol one more time, then stuffed it into his belt behind his back. He peeked over the Chevy’s rusted trunk. “Coast is clear. Go, Garrett!”
Garrett dashed across the street, carrying the battering ram, and stopped, partially hidden behind the black Lexus four-door sedan parked in front of Draganesti’s townhouse.
Why would he want one vampire girlfriend when he already had a freaking harem?
“What is this?” Angus touched the unusual mobile hanging over the baby’s head. “Bats?”
Roman chuckled. “A gift from Gregori. His idea of a joke.”
“Aye.” Connor wound up the contraption. “It plays the theme song from the X-Files.”
The tinkling music started, and the blue plastic bats flew around in a circle. Constantine’s eyes widened, and he flailed his arms and legs.
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