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Come the Night [Kindle Edition]

Susan Krinard
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Book Description

The Great War has ended

And Gillian Maitland is to marry a werewolf of her father's choosing--ensuring the purity of their noble bloodline. Still, she can't forget Ross Kavanaugh, the American whose forbidden touch unleashed a passion she'd never known. And when Ross returns unexpectedly to England, he's no longer the man she remembers, but a hard-boiled ex-cop who harbors a dark secret.

The discovery that they have a son makes Ross even more determined to prove his worth to Gillian, despite being merely a quarter werewolf. Then a mysterious spate of murders casts him under a pall of suspicion, and torn between duty and desire, Gillian knows she must drive Ross away. Even as their hunger for each other grows by the hour...

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When Libby is told she can no longer play the cello professionally due to an injury, she returns to Sydney, Australia, to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. Libby is so passionate about her cello, this is almost too much to bear. As soon as she arrives, she is invited to a friend’s home for dinner. Among the guests is someone who has never forgotten her. Charles lived one floor below her apartment in Vienna almost a decade ago when they were both students. All Libby remembers is that he used to pound on his ceiling when she was practicing. Charles doesn’t hate music, but he certainly has issues with musicians. His parents, famous in the industry, never had time for him. Now these two prickly individuals are thrown together again, and while Libby is not interested, Charles can’t believe his good fortune. Readers will love Rose’s enchanting tale of unexpected love. --Maria Hatton

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New York City, July, 1927

Ross Kavanagh contemplated the half-empty bottle of whiskey and wondered how much more it would take to get him stinking drunk.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. He'd never been a drinker before they threw him off the force. There hadn't seemed to be much point; even a man only one-quarter werewolf had a hard time becoming inebriated. And he'd been content with the world.

Content. Until everything had been taken away from him, he hadn't really thought about what the word meant. He'd given up on anything beyond that a long time ago. It was enough to have the work, the company of the guys in the homicide squad, the knowledge that he'd kept a few criminals off the streets for one more day.

Now that was gone. And it wasn't coming back.

He lifted the bottle and took another swig. The whiskey was bitter on his tongue. He finished the rest of the bottle without taking a breath and set it with exaggerated care down on the scarred coffee table.

Maybe he should put on a clean shirt and find himself another couple of bottles. Ed Bower kept every kind of liquor hidden behind his counter, available for anyone who knew what to ask for. Sure, Ed Bower was breaking the law. But what did the law matter now?

What did anything matter?

Ross scraped his hand across his unshaven face and got up from the sofa. He walked all too steadily into the bathroom and stared into the spotted mirror. His face looked ten years older than it had two weeks ago. Deep hollows crouched beneath his eyes, and his hair had gone gray at the temples. He wondered if Ma and Pa would even recognize him if he went home to Arizona.

But he wasn't going home. That would mean he was licked, and he wasn't that far gone.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he would sober up and start looking for the guy who'd made a mockery of his life. The bum who had gotten away with murder.

Ross sagged over the sink, studying the brown stains in the cracked bowl. Clean up. Get dressed. Think about living again, even though no cop in the city would give him the time of day and the mobsters he'd fought for twelve years would laugh in his face.

Someone knocked on the door, pulling Ross out of his dark thoughts. Who the hell can that be? he thought. It wasn't like he had a lot of civilian friends. As far as he knew, Griffin and Allie were still in Europe. They were the only ones he could imagine showing up at his apartment in the middle of the day.

Maybe it's the chief coming to give me my job back. Maybe they found the guy.

He laughed at his own delusions. The person at the door knocked again. Kavanagh swallowed a stubborn surge of hope, threw on his shirt and went to the door.

The man on the landing was a stranger, his precisely cut suit perfectly pressed and his shoes polished to a high sheen. His face was chiseled and handsome; his hands were manicured and free of calluses. Ross sized him up in a second.

Money, Ross thought. Education. Maybe one of Griffin's friends, though there was something about the guy's face that set off alarm bells in Ross's mind.

"Mr. Kavanagh?" the man said in a very proper upper-class English accent.

Ross met the man's cool gaze. "That's me," he said.

"My name is Ethan Warbrick." He didn't offer his hand but looked over Ross's shoulder as if he expected to be invited in. "I have a matter of some importance to discuss with you, Mr. Kavanagh."

"What is it?"

"Something I would prefer not to discuss in the doorway."

Ross stepped back, letting Warbrick into the apartment. The Englishman glanced around, his upper lip twitching. Ross didn't offer him a seat.

"Okay," Ross said, leaning casually against the nearest wall as if he didn't give a damn. "What's this about?"

Warbrick gave the room another once-over and seemed to decide he would rather continue standing. "I will come right to the point, Mr. Kavanagh. I've come to see you on behalf of a certain party in England with whom you were briefly acquainted during the War. She has asked me to locate you and warn you about a visit you may presently be receiving."

The Englishman's statement took a moment to penetrate, but when it did, Ross couldn't believe it meant what he thought it did.

She. England. The War. Put those words together and they meant only one thing: Gillian Maitland. The girl he'd believed himself in love with twelve years ago. The one who'd left him standing on a London kerb feeling as if somebody had shot him through the heart.

"Sorry," Ross said, returning to the door. "Not interested."

"Perhaps you ought to hear what I have to say, Mr. Kavanagh."

"Make it fast."

"To put it simply, Mrs. Delvaux, whom you once knew as Gillian Maitland, expects her son to be arriving in New York at any moment."

Ross turned his back on the Englishman. He'd been right.


"What does her son have to do with me?" he asked.

"He believes you to be his father."

The floor dropped out from under Ross's feet. "What did you say?"

"Young Tobias is under the mistaken impression that you are his father. He stowed away on a ship bound for America, and every indication suggests that he is on his way to you."

It took a good minute, but the world finally stopped spinning. Ross made his way to the sofa and sat down, resenting the empty bottle on the table before him. "How old is he?" he asked hoarsely.

"Eleven years. Mrs. Delvaux has asked me to intercept him and send him home."

Ross jumped up again, unable to banish the pain in his chest. "Is he my son?"

Warbrick hesitated just an instant too long. "Mrs. Delvaux married a Belgian gentleman shortly after her return from her volunteer work in London. Tobias was born nine months later."

Gillian, married. To "a Belgian gentleman"—gentleman being the key word. And Ross was willing to bet he was a full-blooded werewolf. Just like Gillian.

Warbrick wasn't a werewolf. Not that Ross could always be sure the way some shifters could, but he had a pretty good knack for figuring out what made people tick.

Even so, if Gillian knew the guy well enough to send him after her son, odds were that he knew about the existence of loups-garous and knew that Gillian was one of them. He wouldn't be the first human to be privy to that information. Not by a long shot.

And if he knew about werewolves, he ought to know how dangerous it was to tangle with one. Even a part-blood like Ross.

"How do you know Jill?" he said, deliberately using the nickname he'd given her in London.

"Not that it is any of your business, Mr. Kavanagh, but Mrs. Delvaux and I are neighbors and old friends."

"Where is Mr. Delvaux?" Ross asked abruptly.

"He died in the War, shortly after their marriage."

Ross released his breath. Gillian was a widow. She'd never remarried. He didn't know what that meant. He shouldn't care. He didn't.

But there was one thing he did care about. He spun on his foot and strode toward Warbrick, stopping only when he had a fistful of the Englishman's lapel in his grip.

"He is my son, isn't he?"

To his credit, Warbrick didn't flinch. His face remained deceptively calm, but Ross wasn't fooled. This guy was no fighter.

"I'll find out one way or another," Ross said. "So you might as well tell me now and save us both a lot of trouble."

Ross could see Warbrick weighing the chances of his getting out of the apartment with his pretty face intact. He made the right decision.

"Yes," he said. "Kindly release me."

Ross let him go. Warbrick smoothed his jacket.

"The fact that Tobias is your son is of no consequence," he said. "He doesn't know you. He wasn't even aware of your existence until a fortnight ago."

"How did he find out?"

"It was entirely an accident, I assure you."

"And he decided to come to New York all by himself?"

"He is a precocious child, but he is still a child. You can have no possible interest in a boy you have never seen."

Ross stepped back, cursing the booze for muddling his thoughts. Warbrick was right, wasn't he? Maybe the kid was bright, but he was Ross's son in name only.

Gillian had made sure of that. She could have written, sent a telegram. She hadn't bothered. Instead, she'd married this Delvaux guy and passed the boy off as his.

Ross knew how easy it would be to let his anger get out of control. "Let me get this straight," he said. "Mrs. Delvaux asked you to run me down and make sure I hand over the kid as soon as he turns up."

"That is correct."

"How is he supposed to find me?"

"The same way I located you. He knows that you worked for the New York City police."

Worked. Past tense. "He learned all this by accident?"

"It hardly matters, Mr. Kavanagh. You will be doing Mrs. Delvaux a great service, and she is sensible of that. We are prepared to offer you a substantial sum of money for your cooperation."

Sure. Buy the dumb American off. Neat, convenient, painless.

"Why didn't she come herself?" he asked. "If she's so worried about the kid…"

"Since she knows that I have been resident in New York for nearly a year," Warbrick said, "it was hardly necessary for her to come in person." He withdrew a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. "I have been authorized to present you with this check for one thousand dollars as soon as the child is safely in my custody. Even if I am able to locate him first, you will receive it as consideration for your—"

"Get out."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me." He grabbed the Englishman's shoulder and propelled him toward the door. "You can tell Mrs. Delvaux that I don't need her money."

The heels of Warbrick's shoes scraped on the landing. "You are making a serious mistake," he said, anger rising in his voice. "If necessary, I will enlist the police to—"

"You do that." Ross pushed Warbrick toward the stairs. "Don't trip on your way down."

He listened until he heard the door in the lobby snap shut. His hands had begun to shake. He went back into his apartment, closed the door and leaned against it, waiting for the fury to pass.

For eleven years he'd had a son he didn' ...

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
Format:Mass Market Paperback
Come the Night by Susan Krinard

Mass Market Paperback Release date October 1, 2008
3 ½ Stars

It's difficult feeling like an outsider. Add being a werewolf who isn't `pure.' Now you understand Ross Kavanaugh dilemma. Come the Night is the third in the vampire/wolf trilogy by Susan Krinard. The two previous books are: Chasing Midnight and Dark of the Moon.

In Come the Night, Krinard explores the relationship between two people from two different worlds that fit the "opposites attract" adage. Ross meets Gillian Maitland in an England hospital while recuperating from a war injury. Ross accidentally discovers that Gillian is a loup-garou or wolf and to her surprise, he discloses that he is one, too. But Gillian's excitement is short lived when Ross reveals himself only ¼ wolf.

Because Gillian is from a prominent were-wolf blood-line, she is expected to carry the tradition by marrying someone to carry on the pure genes of her race. Because of this, she leaves Ross without an explanation.

It is now 10 years later, Ross lives in New York where Gillian finds him while hunting for her son. Gillian doesn't want Ross's help but trouble follows her. The passion the two had together is rekindled but Gillian feels duty bound to return to her old life again.

This book was a solid read. But after reading the book I was left with a vague feeling of disappointment because Ross and Gillian didn't work well as a couple. Gillian was too rigid and cold. This made it difficult to like her. I could understand her, but it made me wonder what the appeal was for Ross.

Susan Krinard's description of New York in the twenties was interesting and fun to read. Overall, followers of this series will be satisfied with the culmination of this trilogy.

Reviewed by Cez at Bookaholics Romance Book Club
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
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Accused of a murder, suspended NYPD detective Ross Kavanaugh is at the lowest point in his life when a souvenir of his 'doughboy' soldier days turns up - the son Ross didn't know he had. A mixed-blood werewolf, Ross hasn't forgotten the passion he shared with pureblood Gillian or her devastating rejection upon discovering that Ross was too human to `shift'. When Gillian turns up with her brother to retrieve her errant son, Ross is not sure of his feelings toward the controlled woman who was once his uninhibited lover. Gillian had never planned to face the man she once spurned, though she's never gotten over the attraction to Ross, Gillian has bowed to her destiny to be mated to a pedigreed shifter and produce pureblood cubs in order to ensure the survival of the loupe-garou race.

The machinations of Gillian's son and brother, bring Ross to England and open Ross' eyes to the reality of Gillian's situation. But with Gillian's father holding a werewolf `summit' there is a whole `pack' of troubles to overcome if the plan to give Gillian a chance at happiness by inserting Ross into Gillian's life going to work. And if a fanatic father and a houseful of purebloods isn't enough of an obstacle, death has followed Ross back to England and Gillian and his son are in danger.

In the forward to Come the Night, Krinard says she loves the detective archetype and you can tell. Even without his wolfishness amping it up a notch werewolf police detective on the outs Ross - once he has a purpose again - is truly a perfect specimen, honorable, observant, and intelligent, and his human blood doesn't stop him from being plenty alpha enough to hold his own against a bunch of arrogant purebloods. I could absolutely understand why Gillian found him so impossible to resist.
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2.0 out of 5 stars A Miss December 30, 2008
By C. Cox
Format:Mass Market Paperback
I won't go into detail about the plot, but just give my thoughts on the book. It took a long time to read this book. At first I thought it was just because of the holidays but after finishing it I'm not sure I'd have read it that much faster any other time.

It's a little too long and a bit repetitive in the way the author has the hero and heroine coming together then separating again and again. And I'm not a fan of the plot device of the central characters never telling each other how they feel until the very end. I liked Ross our disgraced hero, but Gillian didn't inspire me at all. In fact, for most of the book I wasn't sure I liked her very much. And after all the misunderstandings and betrayals and doubts they got together a little too quickly and easily at the end. All in all it was a disappointment. It could have been a much better story.
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2.0 out of 5 stars diasappointing November 7, 2008
By bag
Format:Mass Market Paperback
This is so slow moving that although I'm halfway through (220 pages), nothing has happened. Gillian, the heroine has no backbone, and is totally downtrodden. It's hard to understand how the hero Ross can still love her. I peeked ahead, and the end was downright creepy, and not in a good way. I'm not sure at this point that I'll even finish this, and I've loves most of her other work
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