Tanya Huff Blood Books
Also a Lifetime Channel Original Series:
Blood Ties
Blood Price
Back of Book: “Former Toronto homicide detective, now private investigator, Vicki Nelson witnessed the first attack by the force of dark magic that would soon wreak its reign of terror on Toronto. As death followed unspeakable death, Vicki became enmeshed in an investigation that would see her renew her stormy relationship with her former police partner, Mike Celluci, even as she teamed up with a writer Henry Fitzroy in a desperate attempt to track down the source of the attacks. For Fitzroy, the illegitimate son of Henry VIII, had knowledge of realms beyond the mortal acquired over the centuries he'd spend mastering his own insatiable need -- the life-from -death cravings of a vampire.”
Blood Trail
Back of Book: “For centuries they had coexisted with ordinary humans. But now death had invaded their London, Ontario farm. It was clear that someone had learned they were werewolves and was determined to destroy them. The only one they could turn to for help was vampire Henry Fitzroy. And, forced to hide from the light of day, Henry called upon Vicki Nelson for assistance. Yet, as silver bullets continued to take their ghastly toll, Henry and Vicki began to fear they might not be able to trace the blood trail of destruction down before it was too late.”
Blood Lines
Back of Book: “For Henry Fitzroy, 450-year-old vampire, it began with a haunting, inescapable image of the sun, a terrifying symbol of death to one such as he. Fearing for his sanity, he called upon his sometime-lover, ex-cop Vicki Nelson, for help. And even as the two struggled to cope with Henry's obsession, Vicki's closest friend and former partner, Police Detective Mike Celluci was following up on two mysterious deaths at the museum, certain he was looking at murders not accidents -- and equally convinced that the killer was a mummy brought back from the dead!" (description from back of book)
Front Blurb: “Elias. Come, It is time...
"Time for what?" Dr. Rax called before he realized the voice he answered was in his head.
Elias. Come.
He turned and faced the door, unable to stop himself. From a distance, he felt his hand go into his pocket for his keys, saw them turn in the lock, heard the quiet movement of air as the door opened, smelled the cedar that had been filling the room with its scent since they'd opened the coffin, tasted fear.
The coffin was empty save for a pile of linen wrappings already beginning to decay. A man stooped with age, eyes deep sunk over ax blade cheekbones, flesh clinging to bone and skin stretched tight, walked out of the shadows. Somehow, Elias Rax had known it would come to this. From the moment he had first seen the unbroken seal on the sarcophagus, he had felt this moment approaching.
"Des...try those." The voice creaked like two pieces of old wood rubbing together.
"Do what?" Dr. Rax asked, looking down at the linen wrappings and then up at the man who had so recently worn them.
"There must be ... no evi...dence."
"Evidence. Of what?"
"Of me...."”
Blood Pact
Back of Book: “It began with the kind of call no daughter ever wants to get, in this case a call from the Queen's University Life Science Department to tell private investigator Vicki Nelson her mother had died. But what started as an all too normal person al tragedy soon became the most terrifying case of Vicki's career. For when Marjory Nelson's body mysteriously disappeared from the funeral home, Vicki immediately called on the two men in her life -- vampire Henry Fitzroy and homicide detective Mike Celluci - for help. Vicki swore she'd find the culprit, and see her mother properly laid to rest. But what she hadn't counted on was that someone at Queen's University seemed determined to keep Mrs. Nelson on the job -- alive or dead!”
Front Blurb: “Vicki straightened. The large ground level windows of the basement apartment had always been a tempting target for neighborhood kids. She walked over and flicked on the floor lamp. With luck, enough of the brilliant what light would spill out into the night and she'd actually be able to see the little vandals before they ran.
She paused at the window, one hand holding the edge of the curtains, the other the cords of the venetian blind. This close, Vicki could hear that something was definitely rubbing against the other side of the glass. With one smooth, practiced motion, she threw the curtain aside and yanked the length of the blind up against its top support.
Pressed up against the glass, fingers splayed, mouth silently working, was her mother. Two pairs of eyes, and identical shade of gray, widened in simultaneous recognition.
Then Vicki's world slid sideways for a second.
My mother is dead....”
Blood Debt
Back of Book: "Vampire Henry Fitzroy *** that a ghost had invaded his inner *** nightly game. Henry was allowed to ask one question of his mysterious visitor. If the answer was no, someone -- innocent and unsuspecting -- would die. If soon became clear that what this wraith -- and the others who eventually joined it -- wanted was revenge on those responsible for killing them. Henry could not find the source of these murders on his own, nor could he ignore his unwanted guests. He had only one choice. To call private investigator Vicki Nelson and ask for help. Henry only hoped that he and Vicki would both survive the experience."
"It began when Henry woke to the twilight -- and the discovery that a ghost had invaded his inner sanctum. This was the start of a dangerous nightly game. Henry was allowed to ask one question of his mysterious visitor. If the answer was no, someone -- innocent and unsuspecting -- would die. It soon became clear that what this wraith -- and the others who eventually joined it -- wanted was revenge on those responsible for killing them.
Henry could not find the source of these murders on his own, nor could he ignore his unwanted guests. He had only one choice. To call private investigator Vicki Nelson and ask for her help. Henry only hoped that he and Vicki would both survive the experience..." (from back of book)
Front Blurb: "Carl had an awareness of his own power that was almost vampiric....
All this is mine, It declared. You aren’t anything unless I choose to make use of you.
Vicki almost killed him before she brought the sudden surge of rage under control. "I am nothing like you," she snarled, ignoring hands that clawed at her wrist. "I only want to ask you a few questions." A silk-covered heel caught her just below the knee. "Stop it."
Carl stopped. He glared at her through narrowed eyes, fingers wrapped around her wrist, chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths. Death is my weapon, his expression said. Not yours.
Vicki let more of the Hunger rise, barely stopping it from breaking free. "Organ-legging. Are you doing it?"
"No." His answer was a little more than a breath rasped out in denial. But for all he might deny Death in the silvered eyes that held his, he couldn't lie to them. Nor could he look away.
"Do you know who is?"
"No." Go on, his gaze dared. Do your worst.
Frustrate, she threw him to the bed. He bounced, rolled across the quilted red satin bedspread, and come up firing a .22-caliber automatic pistol..."
Blood Bank (Blood Ties)
The Blood Books, Vol. 1 (Blood Price / Blood Trail)
The Blood Books, Vol. 2 (Blood Lines / Blood Pact)
The Blood Books, Vol. 3 (Blood Debt / Blood Bank)
