Jason
An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Enjoying pain with your pleasure is something you either get, or you don't. If you get it, then you don't really need it explained, because you know how good it feels, and if you don't get it then no amount of talking is going to convince you it makes...
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"Enjoying pain with your pleasure is something you either get, or you don't. If you get it, then you don't really need it explained, because you know how good it feels, and if you don't get it then no amount of talking is going to convince you it makes sense."But sometimes you have to explain the unexplainable, especially if the love of your life needs to understand, or she'll leave you. Jason Schuyler is one of Anita Blake's best friends and favorite werewolves, with benefits. J.J. is his lady love, an old flame from childhood who dances at one of the top ballet companies in New York. She's accomplished, beautiful, and she's crazy about him, too. Neither of them wants to be monogamous, so what could go wrong?
J.J. is enthusiastically bisexual, with an emphasis on the female side of things. She plans to keep sleeping with women, because Jason can't meet that need, just like she can't meet Jason's need for rough sex and bondage. J.J. doesn't understand why Jason isn't content to go elsewhere for a need she can't fulfil, so Jason asks Anita to help him explain.
Anita is having her own relationship growing pains with her only female lover ever, Jade. Jason suggests that J.J. might be able to help Anita with her girl problem, while she helps him with his kinky explanations. With some encouragement from a few other lovers in Anita's life she reluctantly agrees, and J. J. makes plans to fly into town for an experience that none of them will ever forget.
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JASON SCHUYLER, ONE of my best friends and favorite werewolves, stood in the morning sunlight of the kitchen. His yellow hair gleamed in the light, so that his boyishly handsome face was haloed with sunshine, but as I looked into the pure, soft blue of his eyes I knew that devil s horns were more his style than halos, and pure was only a way to describe his eyes, not him. He d been a precocious teenager and his day job was still assistant manager and exotic dancer at Guilty Pleasures. The body that showed around his tank top and jogging shorts proved that he stayed in shape for his job, but none of that was what made halos seem wrong for him. He had a streak of mischief in him so strong that he couldn t quite resist pushing . . . everything. If the situation was tense he had to resist not making a wisecrack at the wrong moment; since I had the same urge, it was one of our bonding moments. He and I both tended to poke the proverbial badger with a stick until it rushed out of the hole and tried to eat us. We d both learned over the years to curb this urge, and were much happier for controlling that part of us, but Jason still had that edge of deviltry to the smile on his face, and the shine in those spring-sky eyes.
I pushed my own thick black curls away from my face; they fell right back against my cheek, but sometimes it s the effort that counts. I sat at the kitchen table in my long silk robe, sipping coffee and watching that smile on his face. Either he was enjoying the hell out of getting us all out of bed at this outrageously early hour, or he was hiding behind the smile. Most of us have our blank face, a version of the cop face, and Jason hid behind a grin usually, but since he also spent a lot of time actually smiling, laughing, or grinning, it was great camouflage for whatever else he was thinking.
I tucked my robe a little closer across my chest, not because Jason hadn t seen me nude in the past, but
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because he d asked for a conversation as his friend, not a friends-with-benefits booty call, so flashing breasts seemed inappropriate. It was tricky sleeping with someone who was actually your friend but never quite your boyfriend, a thin line to walk between true friendship and hey, baby.
We all work nights, Jason; what was so important that you got us up this early?
His grin widened, and he stepped forward enough that I could see his straight blond hair without the sunshine special effects. He d cut his hair again, almost businessman short. He was one of the few men I knew who really did look better in shorter hair; it seemed to open up his face and make you see that he was handsome in his own right, when he wasn t clowning around or being irritating, though honestly that last part had almost gone away. I d met Jason when he was nineteen; now at twenty-five he had grown up. I was only five or six years older than he was depending on the time of year, our birthdays made us seem to gain or lose a year on each other. At twenty-five and thirty it wasn t a big age difference; at nineteen and twenty-five it had seemed like more.
Let s wait for everyone else, he said, and sipped his own coffee. He didn t really drink a lot of coffee; he sipped at it, and would eventually put it down about half drunk and cold. Since we ground our own beans and used a French press to make the coffee, it was a waste of good, hot caffeine.
I huddled around my third cup of it, determined to make up for Jason s lack of enthusiasm.
Envy walked into the kitchen. She was five-eleven, so she towered over Jason and me. I was five-three and he was five-four. She d combed her thick, almost shoulder-length blond hair, but hadn t bothered with makeup any more than I had. The strong cheekbones of her face seemed unfinished without the makeup, so that you g
We all work nights, Jason; what was so important that you got us up this early?
His grin widened, and he stepped forward enough that I could see his straight blond hair without the sunshine special effects. He d cut his hair again, almost businessman short. He was one of the few men I knew who really did look better in shorter hair; it seemed to open up his face and make you see that he was handsome in his own right, when he wasn t clowning around or being irritating, though honestly that last part had almost gone away. I d met Jason when he was nineteen; now at twenty-five he had grown up. I was only five or six years older than he was depending on the time of year, our birthdays made us seem to gain or lose a year on each other. At twenty-five and thirty it wasn t a big age difference; at nineteen and twenty-five it had seemed like more.
Let s wait for everyone else, he said, and sipped his own coffee. He didn t really drink a lot of coffee; he sipped at it, and would eventually put it down about half drunk and cold. Since we ground our own beans and used a French press to make the coffee, it was a waste of good, hot caffeine.
I huddled around my third cup of it, determined to make up for Jason s lack of enthusiasm.
Envy walked into the kitchen. She was five-eleven, so she towered over Jason and me. I was five-three and he was five-four. She d combed her thick, almost shoulder-length blond hair, but hadn t bothered with makeup any more than I had. The strong cheekbones of her face seemed unfinished without the makeup, so that you g
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Autoren-Porträt von Laurell K. Hamilton
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.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Laurell K. Hamilton
- 2014, 304 Seiten, Masse: 10,8 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley Publishing Group
- ISBN-10: 0515156078
- ISBN-13: 9780515156072
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.11.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for the novels of Laurell K. Hamilton featuring Anita Blake, Vampire HunterHamilton remains one of the most inventive and exciting writers in the paranormal field. #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris
Long before Stephenie Meyer s Twilight series and Charlaine Harris s Sookie Stackhouse novels, [there was] sexy, strong-willed vampire hunter Anita Blake. USA Today
I ve never read a writer with a more fertile imagination. Diana Gabaldon
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