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“Delicious… A delight.”

Denver Post

“The most entertaining werewolf series out there… Hot and totally satisfying.”

“Better than amazing writing from one of the best writers in the paranormal genre… This book will blow you away. Perfect marks
for Kitty and Carrie Vaughn.”

“Urban fantasy fans who like the works of Kelly Armstrong are going to relish the latest supernatural thriller. The protagonist
is a kick-butt heroine… Carrie Vaughn provides another enthralling and spellbinding Kitty tale.”

Midwest Book Reviews


“Fun… a breezy page-turner with a mystery edge.”

Parkersburg News and Sentinel

“Filled with thrills, chills, and sexy temptations that are sure to keep the reader’s rapt attention.”

“TOP PICK! 4½ Stars! Vaughn knocks another one out of the park!”

RT BOOKreviews Magazine

“Urban fantasy doesn’t get much cooler than this. A vibrant read… engages the reader from start to finish. You’ll find yourself
reading for hours at a clip.”

“Pure fun… infectious and endearing. An urban fantasy charmer with a twinkle in its eye and an ace up its sleeve. Vaughn’s
characterizations are wonderfully realized, quirky, unique, and endearing… A fun, fast read… all big action and chills and

“Another smashing addition to her popular Kitty Norville series. Fast-paced and inventive… outstanding paranormal series.”


“A wonderful story and great characters.”

“Carrie Vaughn is on my auto-buy list… If it’s a Kitty Norville book I know I’ll love it. This time was no exception.”


“Standout entertainment… truly memorable.”

RT BOOKreviews Magazine

“Vaughn’s universe is convincing and imaginative.”

Publishers Weekly


“[A] fun read.”

Kansas City Star

“Fans of
Kitty and The Midnight Hour
will be pleased with this fast-paced follow-up.”


“Engaging… funny… very entertaining.”

Denver Post

“I relished this book. Enough excitement, astonishment, pathos, and victory to satisfy any reader.”

—Charlaine Harris,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Fresh, hip, fantastic… Don’t miss this one. You’re in for a real treat!”

—L. A. Banks, author of The Vampire Huntress Legends series


Kitty and The Midnight Hour

Kitty Goes to Washington

Kitty Takes a Holiday

Kitty and the Silver Bullet

Kitty and the Dead Man’s Hand

Kitty Raises Hell

Kitty’s House of Horrors


This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2010 by Carrie Vaughn, LLC

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced,
distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written
permission of the publisher.

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First eBook Edition: January 2010

ISBN: 978-0-446-55859-4



The Playlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23


To Daniel and Mike

Comrades in Arms

The Playlist

Tom Petty, “You Don’t Know How It Feels”

Vampire Weekend, “M79”

Billie Holiday, “What a Little Moonlight Will Do”

The Bangles, “Angels Don’t Fall in Love”

Too Much Joy, “Sort of Haunted House”

The Cure, “A Forest”

Gaelic Storm, “Black Is the Colour”

The Tim O’Brien Band, “Another Day”

The Dresden Dolls, “Good Day”

Sarah McLachlan, “Black”

Public Image Ltd., “The Order of Death”

Pink Floyd, “On the Turning Away”

Jeff Oster, “Tibet”


knew if I stayed in this business long enough, I’d get an offer like this sooner or later. It just didn’t quite take the
form I’d been expecting.

The group of us sat in a conference room at KNOB, the radio station where I based my syndicated talk show. Someone had tried
to spruce up the place, mostly by cleaning old coffee cups and takeout wrappers off the table. Not much could be done with
the worn gray carpeting, off-white walls filled with bulletin boards, thumbtack holes where people hadn’t bothered with the
bulletin boards, and both of those covered with photocopied concert notices and posters for CD releases. The tables were fake
wood-grain-colored plastic, refugees from the 1970s. We’d replaced the chalkboard with a dry erase board only a couple of
years ago. That was KNOB, on the cutting edge.

I loved the room, but it didn’t exactly scream high-powered style. Which made it all the funnier to see a couple of Hollywood
guys sitting at the table in their Armani suits and metrosexual savoir faire. They seemed to be young hotshots on the way
up—interchangeable. I had to remember that Joey Provost was the one with slicked-back light brown hair and the weak chin,
and Ron Valenti was the one with dark brown hair who hadn’t smiled yet. They worked for a production company called SuperByte
Entertainment, which specialized in reality television. I’d looked up some of their shows, such sparkling gems as
Jailbird Moms
Stripper Idol.

They were here to invite me onto their next show, the concept of which they were eager to explain.

“The public is
with the supernatural. The popularity of your show is clearly evidence of that. Over the last couple of years, as more information
has come out, as more people who are part of this world come forward, that fascination is only going to increase. But we’re
not just trying to tap into a market here—we hope to provide a platform to
people. To erase some of the myths. Just like you do with your show,” Provost said. Provost was the talker. Valenti held
the briefcase and looked serious.

“We’ve already secured the participation of Jerome Macy, the pro wrestler, and we’re in talks with a dozen other celebrities.
celebrities. This is our biggest production yet, and we’d love for you to be a part of it.”

I’d met Jerome Macy, interviewed him on my show, even. He was a boxer who’d been kicked out of boxing when his lycanthropy
was exposed and then turned to a career in pro wrestling, where being a werewolf was an asset. He was the country’s second
celebrity werewolf.

I was the first.

While working as a late-night DJ here at KNOB, I started my call-in talk-radio show dispensing advice about all things supernatural,
and came out as a werewolf live on the air about three years ago. Sometimes it seemed like yesterday. Sometimes it seemed
like a million years had passed. A lot had happened in that time.

Arms crossed, I leaned against a wall, away from the table where the two producers sat. I studied them with a narrowed gaze
and a smirk on my lips. In wolf body language, I was an alpha sizing them up. Deciding whether to beat them up because they
were rivals—or eat them because they were prey. They probably had been talking to Jerome Macy, because they seemed to recognize
the signals, even if they didn’t quite know what they meant. They both looked nervous and couldn’t meet my gaze, even though
they tried.

This was all posturing.

“That’s great. Really,” I said. “But what is this show going to be

“Well,” Provost said, leaning forward, then leaning back again when he caught sight of my stare. “We have access to a vacation
lodge in Montana. Out in the middle of nowhere, a really beautiful spot, nice view of the mountains. We’ll have about a dozen,
give or take, well-known spokespeople for the supernatural, and this will be a chance for them—you—to talk, interact. We’ll
have interviews, roundtable discussions. It’ll be like a retreat.”

My interpretation: we’re going to put you all in a house and watch you go at it like cats and dogs. Or werewolves and vampires.

“So… you’re not using the same model that you’ve used on some of your other shows. Like, oh, say,
Cheerleader Sorority House.

He had the grace to look a tiny bit chagrined. “Oh, no. This is nothing like that.”

I went on. “No voting people off? No teams and stupid games? And definitely no shape-shifting on camera. Right?”

“Oh, no, the idea behind this is education. Illumination.”

Ozzie, the station manager and my boss, was also at the meeting, sitting across from the two producers and acting way too
obsequious. He leaned forward, eager, smiling back and forth between them and me. So, he thought this was a good idea. Matt,
my sound guy, sat in the back corner and pantomimed eating popcorn, wearing a wicked grin.

I had a feeling I was being fed a line, that they were telling me what would most likely get me to agree to their show. And
that they’d had a totally different story for everyone else they’d talked to.

I hadn’t built my reputation on being coy and polite, so I laid it out for Mr. Provost. “Your shows aren’t exactly known for…
how should I put this… having any redeeming qualities whatsoever.”

He must have dealt with this criticism all the time, because he had the response all lined up. “Our shows reveal a side of
life that most people have no access to.”

“Trainwrecks, you mean.”

Valenti, who had watched quietly until now, opened his briefcase and consulted a page he drew out. “We have Tina McCannon
Paradox PI
on board. Also… Jeffrey Miles, the TV psychic. I think you’re familiar with them?” He met my gaze and matched my stare. One
predator sizing up another. Suddenly, I was the one who wanted to look away.

“You got Tina to agree to this? And Jeffrey?”

Both of them were psychics; Tina worked with a team of paranormal investigators on prime-time TV, and Jeffrey did the channeling-dead-relatives
thing on daytime talk shows. I’d had adventures with them both, and the prospect of spending two weeks in a cabin in the middle
of nowhere taping a TV show was a lot more attractive if I’d be doing it with them.

“What do you think, Kitty? Do we have a deal?”

I needed to make some phone calls. “Can I get back to you on that? I need to check my schedule. Talk it over with my people.”
Most of my people were already in the room, but the Hollywood talk amused me.

“Of course. But don’t take too long. We want to move on this quickly. Before someone else steals the idea.” Provost actually
winked at that, and his smile never faltered. Valenti had settled back and was regarding me coolly.

“You’re not scheduling this over a full moon, are you?” I said.

“Oh, no, certainly not,” Provost said, way too seriously.

“Just one more question,” I said. “Have you signed on Mercedes Cook?”

Provost hesitated, as if unsure which answer would be the right one. I knew which answer was the right one: if the Broadway
star/vampire/double-crossing fink was on the show, I was staying as far away as possible.

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