Anita Blake - Vampire Hunter

Laughing Corpse

The older the zombie, the bigger the death needed to raise it.

After a few centuries, the only death ‘big enough’ is a human sacrifice. I know because I’m an animator. My name is Anita Blake. Working for Animators, Inc. is just a job – like selling insurance. But all the money in the world wasn’t enough for me to take on the particular job Harold Gaynor was offering. Somebody else did, though – a rogue animator. Now he’s not just raising the dead... he’s raising Hell. And it’s up to me to stop it.

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Skin Trade

The sensational new novel featuring vampire-hunting heroine Anita Blake

Anita Blake’s reputation has taken some hits. Not on the work front, where she has the highest kill count of all the legal vampire executioners in the country, but on the personal front. No one seems to trust a woman who sleeps with the monsters. Still, when a vampire serial killer sends her a head from Las Vegas, Anita has to warn Sin City’s local authorities what they’re dealing with. Only it’s worse than she thought. Several officers and one executioner have been slain – paranormal style...

Anita heads to Las Vegas, where she’s joined by three other federal marshals, including the ruthless Edward hiding behind his mild-mannered persona. It’s a good thing Edward always has her back, because, when she gets close to the bodies, Anita senses 'tiger' too strongly to ignore it. The were-tigers are very powerful, which means the odds of her rubbing someone important up the wrong way just got a lot higher...

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Circus of the Damned

Most women complain that there are no single straight men left. I’d just like to meet one that’s human.

I’m Anita Blake, expert on creatures of the night. I’ve dined with shapeshifters, danced with werewolves, and been wooed – but not won – by Jean-Claude, the Vampire Master of the City.

And now a darkly dangerous vampire named Alejandro has hit town. He wants me for his human servant. A war of the undead has begun. Over me...

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Bloody Bones

When the monsters are involved, it’s never just one dead body. One way or another the dead multiply.

First, there were the dead in the graveyard, two hundred years dead. I’d been hired to raise them to settle a dispute over who owned the land they were buried in.

Then there were the three dead teenagers in the woods, slaughtered in a way I’d never seen before.

And then they found the dead girl, drained of blood and left in her bed. I knew what that meant of course. It didn’t take a degree in preternatural studies to figure out that something was wrong. And I was right in the middle of it. My name is Anita Blake. Welcome to my life...

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The Killing Dance

These days my life is a cross between a preternatural soap opera and an action-adventure movie.

The first hit man came after me at home, which should be against the rules. Then there was a second, and a third. Word on the street is that Anita Blake, preternatural expert and vampire killer extraordinaire, is worth half a million dollars. Dead, not alive.

So what’s a girl to do but turn to the men in her life for help? Which in my case means an alpha werewolf and a master vampire. With professional killers on your trail, it’s not a bad idea to have as much protection as possible, human or otherwise.

But I’m beginning to wonder if two monsters are better than one...

Available from 7th January 2010. Order now at

The Lunatic Cafe

You don’t volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life
expectancy.

And you don’t fall in love with a werewolf. It interferes with your work. Especially when you’re a preternatural expert, like me. My name is Anita Blake. My business brings me up close and personal with all shapes and sizes of monsters. And not all of them want to kill me.

Take, for instance, the local pack of lycanthrops – they’re werewolves to you. A number of them are missing, and they’ve come to me for help. Maybe because I’m dating the leader of the pack. I’ve survived a lot – from jealous vampires to killer zombies – but this love thing may kill me yet.

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Burnt Offerings

You can’t trust anyone who sleeps with the monsters.

That’s what I’ve always said. That’s what I’ve always believed. But now I’m the one sharing a bed with the Master Vampire of the City. I’m Anita Blake, the woman the vampires call the Executioner. From part of the solution, I’ve become part of the problem.

So it hits close to home when an arsonist begins to target vampire-owned businesses all over town – an arsonist who seems to want to destroy more than just property. It’s the monsters who are in danger now. And it’s up to the Executioner to save them from the inferno.

Blue Moon

Richard was an alpha werewolf. It was his only serious flaw. We’d broken up after I’d seen him eat somebody.

You never forget your ex-fiancé. And when the call came at three in the morning, I thought for a moment it was him. It wasn’t. It was his brother. And it wasn’t good news. Apparently the former love of my life had got himself thrown into jail for assaulting a woman.

Since I make my living as a preternatural expert, I tend to believe almost anything’s possible. But though he may be one of the monsters, Richard would never harm a woman. So it’s Anita Blake to the rescue. I’ve got just a few days to spring Richard and find out who framed him – and why. There’s a full moon coming, and if my werewolf love is still behind bars when it rises, he’ll be facing a lot worse than an assault charge…

Obsidian Butterfly

I was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mine, so it was okay.

Edward is a hit man. He specialises in monsters. Vampires, shape-shifters, anything and everything. There are people like me, Anita Blake, who do it legally, but Edward doesn’t sweat the legalities or, hell, the ethics. He is an equal opportunity killer. I may be one of the few friends that Edward has, but it’s like being friends with a tame leopard. It may curl on the foot of your bed and let you pet its head, but it can still eat your throat out…

Narcissus In Chains

Something in the look on my face must have frightened him, because his eyes widened, and I saw something like human fear cross his reptilian face.

I’m Anita Blake and I kill monsters. The last thing I want to think about though when I get home after a night out is work. But someone has abducted a wereleopard from the Narcissus in Chains club. It’s a dark world out there with shapeshifter crime and were-creature struggles. I may not have seen Jean-Claude, the Vampire Master of the City, for six months, but I need his help now, whatever the consequences. Someone is targeting the lycanthropes and we have to save them.

Cerulean Sins

People don’t like dealing with people who raise the dead. Don’t ask me why, but we make them nervous.

There’s something about Leo Harlan that I don’t like. He’s asked me to reanimate his long-dead ancestor, and it seems like a perfectly ordinary case for someone like me: Anita Blake, preternatural expert, vampire hunter and raiser of the dead. So I agree – sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don’t, someone else will. But what he hasn’t told me is that the corpse may hold the secret to an ancient crime that not everyone wants to be remembered…

Incubus Dreams

The bride was a witch who solved preternatural crimes. The groom raised the dead and slew vampires for a living. It sounded like a Halloween joke, but it wasn’t.

When I’m not up my elbows in sacrificial gore, I’ve got serious preternatural issues to deal with. Psychotic shape-shifters, duplicitous vampires and sexually deviant were-leopards. And that’s just my friends. I’m Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter and Federal Marshall.

My life is more complicated than ever, caught up between obligations to the living and to the undead. Now there is a vampire serial killer preying on strippers. And I’ve been called in to help the police.

Micah

Raising the dead is easy. Love is hard.

There are lots of reasons to raise the dead – some private, some public. In this case, the feds have a witness who died before he could speak on the record. They want him raised so his testimony can be taken. So here I am, Anita Blake, necromancer, on a plane to Philadelphia, flying off to do my job. But I’m not alone: Micah, head of the St Louis wereleopards, is with me. I’m happy to have him at my side. Until he mentions that this will be our first time alone together. No Master Vampire. No Alpha Werewolf. Just me and Micah. And all my fears and doubts…

Strange Candy

Fantastical fairy tales that will leave you craving more: from the woman who marries into a family of wizards to a couple fleeing a gang of love-hungry cupids, readers will revel in these unique visions.

Danse Macabre

It was the middle of November, I was supposed to be out jogging, but instead I was sitting at my breakfast table talking about men, sex, werewolves and vampires.

I should be concentrating on my dangerous situation – the ardeur between me and Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of the City, and Richard, my werewolf lover, is reaching new levels, evolving into something altogether new, acting with a will of its own. But instead Anita Blake, preternatural expert and feared executioner, is less interested in vampire politics than in the ancient, ordinary dread that women down the ages have experienced: am I pregnant? And, if so, is the father a vampire, a werewolf or someone else entirely. And being a Federal Marshall, known for raising the dead and hunting vampires, is no way to bring up a baby.

The Harlequin

They will play with us, then destroy us… They are what we fear in the dark.

The first warning is unexpected, calculated. The second warning is a gift: a plain white mask, carefully wrapped. But white is good – white means we are only being watched.

It seems the power that connects me, Anita Blake, with Jean-Claude Vampire Master of the City and Richard, leader of the werewolves, is attracting very unwelcome attention – from creatures so feared no vampire will willingly speak their name. They are known as the Harlequin, and they have the authority to pass judgement upon me.

It is forbidden to speak of the Harlequin unless you’ve been contacted. And to be contacted is to face a sentence of death.

Blood Noir

The ardeur made me a sort of living vampire who fed off sex, but with the downsides came some interesting upsides.

Jason is a werewolf. He’s one of my best friends and sometimes a lover. And right now he needs me, Anita Blake – not to be a vampire hunter, or a Federal Marshall, or a necromancer, but because his father is dying. I can help make him look like an everyday guy, help him say goodbye to the abusive father he’s never loved. How hard can it be?

Really, by now, you’d think I’d know better. Because this is the weekend that Marmee Noir, ancient mother of all vampires, picks to make her move. I’ve got something she wants – and now she’s going to take it.

Flirt

I’ve earned my reputation, but if you really did your research on me then you also know that I don’t raise zombies for kicks, or thrill seekers, or tormented relatives unless they have a plan…

I am Anita Blake, vampire hunter and necromancer, and when I meet with prospective client Tony Bennington, who is desperate to have me reanimate his recently deceased wife, I feel sympathy for his loss. After all, I know something about love, and I know everything there is to know about loss. But what I also know, though Tony Bennington seems unwilling to be convinced, is that the thing I can do as a necromancer isn’t the miracle he thinks he needs. The creature that I could coerce to step out of the late Mrs Bennington’s grave would not be the lovely Mrs Bennington. Not really. And not for long.

I have been relaxing just a bit with the men in my private life. The affectionate warmth of being with them seems to bring out something softer in me, a sense of safety I can almost trust. They do love me; that part is forever and for sure. But flirting with feeling safe is a dangerous thing…