Review: Bite Club by Rachel Caine

Title: Bite Club

Author: Rachel Caine
Format Read:  ebook
Series: Morganville Vampires #10

Publisher: Signet

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: May 3rd 2011
Formats Available:  paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 340
Rating:

 

 

 

Book Blurb:

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine is "a first- class storyteller" (#1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris).

After discovering that vampires populate her town, college student Claire Danvers knows that the undead just want to live their lives. But someone else wants them to get ready to rumble.

There's a new extreme sport getting picked up on the Internet: bare- knuckle fights pitting captured vampires against each other-or humans. Tracking the remote signal leads Claire- accompanied by her friends and frenemies-to discover that what started as an online brawl will soon threaten everyone in Morganville...

My Thoughts:

I think Shane has a big problem because he always finds a way to danger. And this book was all about fighting between vampires and humans, like the name said in a strange fight until after death or something like that.

 

Seriously it was really good reading from Shane POV, because we get to see how much all the family problem actually changed him and the emotional part of this book was huge. From the start I thought there was something really wrong with Vassily and since he’s a vampire we never actually read about this is disturbing.

 

Michael was perfect, as a friend and as a boyfriend because now we know that he asked Eve in marriage and this is bound to be awkward with Amelie, but so romantic.

 

Claire as always has to deal with Myrnin and Amelie, plus Shane going all crazy and vampire slayer. I felt really sorry for Claire because Shane said some awful things and now she’s practically alone, in this crazy town.

 

Bishop is back, when I first discovered that Amelie hadn’t killed him it was just a matter of time. And his finale was unpredictable, because it was so simple and different. Just perfect. Great book like the others.

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Excerpt:

Looking back on it later, Claire thought she should have known trouble was coming, but really, in Morganville, anything could be trouble. Your college professor doesn’t show for class? Probably got fanged by vampires. Takeout forgets to put onions on your hamburger? The regular onion delivery guy disappeared – again, probably due to vampires. And so on. For a college town, Morganville had a remarkable lot of vampires.

Claire was an authority on all those subjects: Texas Prairie University, and of course, the vampires. And mysterious disappearances. She’d almost been one of those, more often than she wanted to admit.

But this problem wasn’t a disappearance at all. It was an appearance ... something new, something different, and something cool, at least in her boyfriend Shane’s opinion, because as Claire was sorting the mail for their weird little fraternity of four into the “junk” and “keep” piles, Shane grabbed the flyer she’d put in “junk” and read it with the most elated expression she’d ever seen on his face. Scary. Shane didn’t get excited about much; he was guarded about his feelings, mostly, except with her.

Now he looked as delighted as a little kid at Christmas.

“Mike!” he bellowed, and Claire winced and put her hands over her ears. When Shane yelled, he really belted it out. “Yo, Dead Man, get your ass down here!”

Michael, their third housemate here at the Glass House, must have assumed that there was an emergency underway ... not an unreasonable assumption, because hey, Morganville. So he arrived at a run, slamming the door back, looking paler than usual, and more dangerous than normal, too. When he was acting like a regular guy, he seemed quiet and sweet, maybe a little too practical sometimes, but Vampire Michael was a whole different, spicy deal.

Yeah, she was living in a house with a vampire. And strangely, that was not the weirdest part of her life.

Michael blinked the tinges of red away from his blue eyes, ran both hands through his wavy blond hair, and frowned at Shane. “What the hell is your problem?” He didn’t wait to hear, though; he walked over to the counter and got down one of their mismatched, battered coffee mugs. This one was black with purple Gothic lettering that spelled out POISON. It was their fourth housemate Eve’s cup, but she still hadn’t made an appearance this morning.

When you slept later than a vampire, Claire thought, that was probably taking it a little too far.

As he filled the mug with coffee, Michael waited for Shane to make some sense. Which Shane finally did, holding up the cheaply printed white flyer. It curled around the edges from where it had been rolled up to fit in the mailbox. “What have I always wanted in this town?” he asked.

“A strip club that would let in fifteen year olds?” Michael said.

“When I was fifteen. No, seriously, what?”

“Guns ‘R Us?”

Shane made a harsh buzzer sound. “Okay, to be fair, yeah, that’s a good alternate answer. But no. I always wanted a place to seriously train to fight, right? Someplace that didn't think aerobics was a martial art? And look!”

Claire took the paper from Shane’s hand and smoothed it out on the table. She’d only glanced at it when sorting mail, she’d thought it was some kind of gym. Which it was, in a way, but it wasn’t teaching spin and yoga and all that stuff.

This one was a gym and martial arts studio, and it was teaching self defense. Or at least that was what Claire took from the graphic of some guy in a white jacket and pants kicking the crap out of the air, and the words DEFEND YOURSELF in big, bold letters at the bottom.

Michael leaned over her shoulder, slurping coffee. “Huh,” he said. “Weird.”

“Nothing weird about people wanting to learn a few life-preserving skills, man. Especially around here. Not like we’re all looking forward to a peaceful old age,” Shane said.

“I mean it’s weird who’s teaching,” Michael said. “Being that this guy – “ He tapped the name at the bottom of the page. “ – is a vampire.”

Vassily was the name, which Claire made out only when she squinted at it. Small type. “A vampire’s teaching self defense,” she said. “To us. Humans.”

Shane was thrown for just about a minute, and then he said, “Well, who better? Amelie put out a decree that humans were free to learn this stuff, right? Sooner or later, some vamp was bound to make some cash off of it.”

“You mean, off of us,” Claire said. But she could see his point. A vampire martial arts instructor? That would have to be all kinds of scary, or awesome, or both. She wouldn’t have gone for it, personally; she doubted she had half as much muscle or body mass as it was going to require. But Shane ... well, it was a natural for Shane, really. He was competitive, and he didn’t mind taking some punishment as long as he enjoyed the fight. He'd been complaining about the lack of a real gym for a while now.

Claire handed the flyer back to him, and Shane carefully folded it up and put it in his back pocket. “Watch yourself,” she said. “Get out of there if anything’s weird.” Although in Morganville, Texas, home of everything weird, that was a pretty high bar to pass. After all, there was a vampire teaching self defense. That, in itself, was the strangest thing she’d seen in a while.

“Yes, mom,” Shane said, but he whispered it, intimately close to her ear, and then kissed that spot on the neck that always made her blush and shiver, every time. “Eat your breakfast.”

She turned and kissed him full-on, just a sweet, swift brush of lips, because he was already moving ... and then he did a double take, and came back to kiss her again, slower, hotter, better.

Michael, sliding into a seat at the kitchen table with his coffee cup, flipped open the thin four-page Morganville newspaper, and said, “One of you is supposed to be somewhere right about now. I’m just saying that, not in a dad kind of way.”

He was right, and Claire broke off the kiss with a frustrated growl, low in her throat. Shane grinned. “You’re so cute when you do that,” he said. “You sound like a really fierce kitten.”

“Bite me, Collins.”

"Whoops, wrong housemate. I think you meant that for the one who drinks plasma."

Michael gave him a one-fingered salute without looking up from his study of the latest Morganville high school sports disaster. Claire doubted he was actually interested in that, but Michael had to have reading material around; she didn’t think he slept much these days, and reading was how he passed the time. And he probably got something out of it, even if it was just something to impress Eve with on his local knowledge of football.