The Taken: Celestial Blues: Book One (Celestial Blues Trilogy)

The Taken: Celestial Blues: Book One (Celestial Blues Trilogy)

Vicki Pettersson

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0062064649

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“Exceptional. Mystery, crime scene drama, and more than enough romance to keep the heart pumping blend seamlessly into an enthralling read that kept me glued to the pages.”
—Kim Harrison

“A delectably dark paranormal thriller. I’ve always been a fan of Pettersson’s work, but she knocks it out of the park with this one.”
—Kelley Armstrong

Vicki Pettersson, author of the New York Times bestselling Signs of the Zodiac urban fantasy novels, breaks out with The Taken. The first book in her sexy, supernatural noir mystery series, Celestial Blues, The Taken features a former p.i.-turned-fallen angel and a beautiful, tough Las Vegas reporter—the most unorthodox pair of avengers since Jeaniene Frost’s Cat and Bones—joining forces to confront a terror that threatens to wreak murderous havoc in both the mortal and the immortal worlds. A dark and delicious mix of noir mystery, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance, The Taken is a must-read treat for the insatiable fans of Nalini Singh’s angel books, and for the many, many readers who have made Kelley Armstrong, Charlaine Harris, Kim Harrison, and Laurell K. Hamilton fantasy superstars.

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was a different breed even bound in flesh. “And so,” she continued, stroking his palm, sliding her electric fingers along his wrist, “as magnificent as those of us in the Host are—as much as that should be enough—we are not His most beloved creation. How ironic that we have more power in a thought than humans have in their entire bodies, and yet we are not equal to even the lowest of you.” Grif didn’t know what to say. To apologize for that would be an insult to God. To not apologize seemed

doghouse, but for some reason he had a long etheric leash. Ringing Prima’s doorbell, listening to chimes that would do Liberace proud, he was just about to knock when a blast from above shattered the melody. Hunching, Grif dodged as the ground erupted beneath his feet. Concrete shrapnel trailed him as he fled, and he dove behind a planter as the unmistakable sound of bullets ricocheted to his left. “Goddamn it, Tony!” The potted bush in front of him lost its fringe. Holding up his hand, he

Pop to ship me off to boarding school. As if Italians ever really let their kids go.” Shaking his head, he made a face. “No love lost between her and me, tell you that much.” “So what’d they say about Evie?” “Evie? Oh, you mean Evelyn Shaw.” Ray nodded as the waitress sat down his extra beer. “Barbara said that both Shaws got exactly what was coming to them, and that if my pop was a real man, he’d make sure history didn’t repeat itself.” Grif jerked a shoulder. “What does that mean?” “You

“Couldn’t you tell? He’ll be dead within the hour.” Grif froze mid-stretch. “Come on, Shaw,” Anne said with undisguised disgust. “You’re a Centurion. You can still sense death coming for others.” Grif shook his head. “I blocked it out.” He’d been working so hard to ignore his angelic side, to use the time left on the mud to clear his name, that he’d missed death coming for him. Yet Anne’s words jogged another memory from Chambers’s gala. “Didn’t you smell that?” he’d asked Kit after they’d

Bridget Chambers,” Kit said and waited. Even recovering from a bump on the noggin, it didn’t take long. “Yep. That Bridget.” Grif took the photo and studied it closer. “Use your imagination. Erase the freckles and bleach the hair into chopped layers. Then drop a veil of distrust over that schoolgirl gaze.” “Bridget Moore.” “Funny,” Kit said, curling into his side. “But she didn’t mention the family connection when I was getting my nails done.” “Seems neither of them want to.” Grif absently

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