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Coveted [マスマーケット]

Shawntelle Madison

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“A smart, sexy, rip-roaring good time.”—New York Times bestselling author Angie Fox

“I’m obsessed with Shawntelle Madison’s fantastic urban fantasy debut, featuring hoarding werewolves, magic, and mayhem! More, please!”—Michelle Rowen, bestselling author of That Old Black Magic
For werewolf Natalya Stravinsky, the supernatural is nothing extraordinary. What does seem strange is that she’s stuck in her hometown of South Toms River, New Jersey, the outcast of her pack, selling antiques to finicky magical creatures. Restless and recovering from her split with gorgeous ex-boyfriend, Thorn, Nat finds comfort in an unusual place: her obsessively collected stash of holiday trinkets. But complications pile up faster than her ornaments when Thorn returns home—and the two discover that the spark between them remains intense.
Before Nat can sort out their relationship, she must face a more immediate and dangerous problem. Her pack is under attack from the savage Long Island werewolves—and Nat is their first target in a turf war. Toss in a handsome wizard vying for her affection, a therapy group for the anxious and enchanted, and the South Toms River pack leader ready to throw her to the wolves, and it’s enough to give anybody a panic attack. With the stakes as high as the full moon, Nat must summon all of her strength to save her pack and, ultimately, herself.

“If you like your urban fantasy original, quirky, and offbeat, this is the series for you. Natalya is the craziest heroine since Carolyn Crane’s Justine Jones, and you will love her just as much.”—Ann Aguirre, bestselling author of Devil’s Punch


Chapter 1

Werewolves in no shape or form should own a fast food restaurant. No pancakes, no frozen custard, and for goodness sake, my people needed to stop peddling pizza. In my opinion, any establishment where my food could potentially grow microscopic wildlife wasn’t my kind of place to eat. That pretty much left fire-­grilled food on the menu, and the only good thing any werewolf grilled well these days was a well-­done burger. And Archie’s sold the best double-­stacked burger on this side of the Toms River. If the animal walked and men speared it, then Archie burned it the best.

“Hey, Natalya, you’re here early,” said Jake, the cashier.

I averted my eyes after I placed my order. As usual, I was the lowest-­ranking werewolf in the whole joint. “We’re really busy now that the weather’s cooling off.”

Jake offered a friendly smile. “How’s Bill?”

“He’s fine. Still the grumpiest boss ever.”

I ended the conversation and hid out in my usual booth while my food cooked. As much as I loved Archie’s burgers, I preferred to keep to myself while I ate.

As I waited, travelers coming off the Garden State Parkway came by for chow. They weren’t like those tourists who walk around with fanny packs and cameras. Instead, they smelled of money—­the cash they were about to spend on other people’s old junk at one of the many flea markets that lined the Parkway.

Ten minutes later, Jake’s younger sister, Misty, brought out my food on a tray. My mouth watered at the sight of the double cheeseburger and fries. But that snotty werewolf didn’t even bother to acknowledge my presence. She simply dumped the food in front of me and strolled off. A single bright-­red gob of burger sauce landed on my pristine blouse.

My eyes wide, I gaped at the stain as my chest tightened with alarm. And I thought I was crazy. The way she flung food on my table each week, it was clear that she had no idea how every spill, glob, and splatter drastically increased my stress level. With a shaking hand, I frantically wiped the spot with a stain pen.

And all this after I’d spent a half hour this morning meticulously pressing my clothes. With my light chestnut-­colored hair brushed to perfection and my low-­heeled shoes shined, I’d felt like I could survive the day in relative peace.

Well, as peacefully as a werewolf who obsessed over everything could. I didn’t advertise my condition, but if you saw a chick scrubbing her clothes with an industrial-­strength stain pen, you might assume she’s a bit of a clean freak. With an obsessive-­compulsive disorder, I took clean freak to the next level. But even with my condition, I lived what could be called a normal life.

Archie’s had been my lunch spot for the past few years. And no matter how bad the service was, or the conditions, I refused to eat lunch anywhere else.

My food was cold before I had a chance to take a bite. But it didn’t matter. I savored the burger anyway—­that is, until two familiar faces entered the restaurant.

Everyone in South Toms River knew Erica Holden and Becky Knoll. They didn’t work. Well, they worked at being rich, I guess. After college in New York, they came back into town to spend Erica’s rich daddy’s money.

“Jake!” Erica gushed. “You have the order ready?”

Jake’s hungry eyes took in Erica’s perfect blonde hair and cotton candy–­pink sweater. The garment stretched across her boobs and hung on for dear life.

“It’s coming up right now. Took us awhile to grill that many deluxe burgers.” He leaned forward. “Are you having a few guests over?”

Becky laughed and flipped her chocolate-­brown curls behind her ear. “Erica’s picking up Thorn’s favorite burgers. She’s so sweet.”

“Nice to hear the prodigal son’s returned home.”

They were ten feet away, but even from that distance I could sense the excitement sliding down Erica’s back. The name gave me the same honeyed feeling.

Thorn Grantham.

My heartbeat quickened and the burger nearly caught in my throat. I flared my nostrils and focused on Erica. Through the scent of fancy perfume and chemical-­strength deodorant, an underlying scent was there. Thorn was back. And Erica had likely tried to run her manicured fingernails all over him. Probably made a valiant attempt to rub herself against him too. Over the years, her stints at becoming Thorn’s groupie weren’t anything new to me.

I averted my eyes and finished my food. I had just seven minutes left in my lunch hour—­and no time to waste sitting there staring at Erica.

By the time I left for work, she was long gone. As I stalked out of Archie’s, I caught the scent of Misty’s satisfaction as she cleared my table. Even though she always mistreated me and never cleaned up after her customers, I’d still left her a full tip.

I worked at the Bend of the River Flea Market, or The Bends as the locals called it, which was three blocks away from Archie’s. I didn’t mind walking over every day. The fresh air was good for my soul.

And maybe I would even see Thorn on the way to work. I had a feeling, though, that he would be back at the Granthams’ log cabin off in the woods—­meeting with his father, the town’s abominable pack leader.

On the way back, a local organic farmer in overalls waved at me. “Have a good afternoon, Nat.”

“Same to you, Stanley.”

Every day after lunch he waved at me, and then, after I passed by, stared at my legs. I didn’t have any interest in sixty-­year-­old men—­especially ones with pencil-­skirt fetishes. But like the majority of humans in the world, he didn’t know that he was ogling a werewolf every day.

And perhaps he’d be even less inclined to act so friendly if he knew that werewolves weren’t the only strange thing lurking around here.

Eventually, I reached The Bends, a large, old building nestled between a parking lot and another flea market. But The Bends wasn’t just another flea market.

The Bends offered the best deals among the flea markets along the eastern seaboard. Bill was a great employer and all, but I was the brains of this operation. With a computerized inventory system and online store for our more expensive stock, we offered a level of service most flea markets—­supernatural or otherwise—­just couldn’t match.

Growing up as a natural-­born werewolf, I’d been exposed to the supernatural world from the crib onward. It ranged from witches visiting for grade school sleepovers to band practice with the fairy folk. After selling all the strange things we had in the store, I suspected that even stranger things than crooked witch wands and haunted capes lurked around New Jersey to buy. If you checked the right places and had the enchanted eyesight to find them you had a chance. Of course, that left humans out of the mix.

I entered through the back, an outdoor area covered with a long, steel awning. During warmer weather, we sold more of our wares on the rows of tables out here. I headed inside the shop and dropped off my purse in the business office. The office was closed off from the shopping floor by a large set of wooden doors. Two minutes later, I was back in the mix—­in the crowded main room, with a roomful of Saturday shoppers browsing the long aisles.

My boss approached me from the loading dock. “Hey, Nat, about time you got back. The harpy who bought that Victorian vase on Thursday is back. She said the merchandise had flaws.”

To regular folks, Bill looked like a tall, thin man with wire-­framed glasses. To my eyes he resembled the cartoon character Dilbert—­but to my nose he reeked of magic with a bitter tang of iron.

He was a goblin, entrenched in a glamour—­an invisibility spell that hid his true appearance.

“Flaws? You’re kidding, right?”

He pushed his glasses up his nose. “She said something about scratches on the bottom.” He tilted his head to glance at the customer. “She’s upsetting the other patrons.”

Normally, I would have taken over for the other cashier so she could have lunch, but now that would have to wait. “I’ll handle it.” Like I always do.

As I walked over to the harpy, I first noticed another scent overpowering the haze of magic. The woman had doused herself in cheap vanilla perfume. Her flashy ensemble matched garish bright pink sandals with a beaded denim shirt and capri pants. Her platinum-­blonde hair was stark against her penciled eyebrows. I stifled a laugh as I wondered what wildlife dwelled within her teased mane.

My irate customer wasn’t an ordinary woman. Under the guise of a heavily makeup-­covered dame she lived day to day as a ghastly birdlike creature with sharp claws. She hid from human eyes using her magic. This whole encounter didn’t surprise me, though. Along with the unfortunate circumstance of having a human head on a bird’s body, the poor thing’s name derived from the Greek word for “snatching stuff.”

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“I bought this original 1889 Moser glass vase on Thursday.” She pushed the fragile vase into my hands. “I unwrapped it this morning to find my purchase scratched on the bottom. I paid a lot of money for that damn thing.”

“Scratched? That’s impossible. I wrapped this particular package before you picked it up.”

“Well, you don’t know how to handle expensive antiques, then.&rd...


  • マスマーケット: 304ページ
  • 出版社: Ballantine Books (2012/4/24)
  • 言語: 英語, 英語, 英語
  • ISBN-10: 0345529189
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345529183
  • 発売日: 2012/4/24
  • 商品パッケージの寸法: 17.3 x 10.7 x 2.3 cm
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5つ星のうち 3.0 Interesting start to a new series 2012/5/21
By Debbie Richardson - (
Hmmm..what to say about this book. I'm pleased that the author came at the fantasy from a whole new angle of calling out that supernatural folk can be neurotic, too! Most all other urban fantasies the supernatural are either with the hero, or they're not. Here we are presented with a whole slew of folk who just ARE. They live, love, shop, go to the dr - even psych docs, and get knocked up. A very very refreshing change.

The author did a great job of putting me in Nat's head. I got it. I understood why she was the way she was, and why she wasn't a kick butt take names kind of gal. And I lIKED it, how weird is that? I'm rooting for her growth. I dont necessarily want her to become Kate Daniels, but I do want her to feel more empowered and in control.

The love triangle was ok, but I'm clearly going to be in the Nick camp. Thorn had his shot, and has done nothing to indicate he deserves another. She needs to move on. Hopefully in the next book she'll figure that out.

The writing was not weak, by any means. Good plot, a little of Harry Dresden meets Stephanie Plum. However, definitely more skill needs to be developed to be able to mature and sustain this series. That said I will add the next to my wish list so I'll know when it's available. It's been a long time since I've done that. I'm looking forward to seeing if this author can hit a home run. I think she can!
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5つ星のうち 5.0 Emotional 2012/7/1
By been there - (
Shawntelle Madison has created a character so real she had me in tears throughout most of the book.

Natalya is a werewolf with OCD, plus she collects Christmas, Hanuka, and Kwanza ornaments. She see the things in her collection as her children, to be protected. This is understandable since Thorn broke her heart and her dreams five years before,and she had never even dated anyone else. In addition she has been thrown out of the pack and for the most part shunned by her family. The ornaments are her friends, family, and the only children she can envision herself having.

This is Book 1 of a new series and not everything has been spelled out. Using my own imagination and the eloquent words Ms. Madison used to show Natalya's heartbreak I am willing to give Thorn a chance to redeem himself over the next few books, but he had better have a good reason for breaking Nat's heart, staying away for five years, and letting his father try to force him into a political marriage with a high ranking member of the pack. I say "try" because in my reading I thought he said that was what his father was trying to arrange, but that he hadn't committed himself to it, yet. If he has committed himself to the other woman then he should be horse whipped for what he is doing to an emotionally wounded woman.

However, in Coveted Natalya meets a white wizard named Nick. I love, love, love Nick. I'm not sure two collectors joining together is a healthy thing, but at least in Book 1 Nick is much better to and for Nat.

Although Natalya is emotionally damaged and suffers with diagnosed mental illnesses, she may be weak, but she is not a quitter. Natalya Stravinsky is a survivor. She is not a weak person like a certain young female character that allows a vampire to control her. She has great determination and considerable character growth from the beginning of the book until the last page. Do not be fooled by her downcast eyes like the werewolves in the book are.

I cannot wait until November to read Kept. If Ms. Madison would like to send me an ARC I would be the happiest of readers, otherwise I have to wait until the end of November to read it!!!

If you are looking for a book where the heroine is more like a "real" person rather then a "Warrior Princess" I highly recommend Coveted.
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5つ星のうち 3.0 2.5/5 Stars 2012/5/30
By Almost Faemous - (
I received a copy of Coveted from Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review. Coveted is the first in Shawntelle Madison's urban fantasy series. Ok I gotta say this book depressed the bejesus out of me. There were way more elements of chick-lit than I actually like to read in urban fantasy minus the HEA cuz there wasn't one. A lot of the book was about the main characters OCD and her self discovery which is not why I read urban fantasy if I wanted that well I'd go grab a copy of Eat,Pray, Love. Sorry that probably sounded harsher than I meant but moving on.

We have the main character Natalya who is a werewolf that hoards of all things Christmas ornaments and has OCD. As I pretty much only read urban fantasy I end up reading a ton of werewolf books and I love it when there is a new twist in the genre and well a werewolf with OCD is definitely unique. Natalya as a character got on my nerves very quickly, the OCD got old fast and she was a doormat for every other supernatural creature in the book. Pining after Thorn for 5 years didn't make me like her any better either.

I did enjoy the battle scenes with the Long Island Pack, they were very well written and kept my attention. I admired Natalya actually finding the courage to jump into the fray especially as she is scared witless and out of her league, but she was willing to defend her family to the death and came very close more than once.

All in all the book was ok, not great just ok. As I said chick-lit is not really my thing and there was too much OCD and unrequited love for me to really get into the book. I was really short only 240 pages on my ereader, so I read it quickly but I can't see myself grabbing the second book in the series.

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5つ星のうち 4.0 Review: Coveted 2012/5/23
By Tobi from Forget the Housework, I'm Reading... - (
Are you a hoarder? Got stacks and stacks of "collectibles" in your house? Me I'm a pack rat because I can't seem to let go of my stuff from high school and college.

Natalya is your everyday typical werewolf. Well, if you count "collecting" holiday decorations of all kinds is considered a rogue by her local pack. She goes to a magical therapy group determined to turn her life around.

With the Long Island Werewolf pack coming to take over their territory they seem to center on Natalya, though she isn't part of the pack. Enter, Thorn, her ex, the soon to be Alpha after his father, and prodigal son return to help protect the territory. Encounters with Thorn are ups and downs. There is also a wizard vying for her attention.

Will Natalya survive the new packs focus on her? Better yet which yummy man do you think she should end up with. It's just the beginning for Natalya........

How Distracted Did I Get?

I did love this book. However to be honest I had issues reading parts of the story due to the pack being mean to Natalya. I'd put the book down and go back a bit later. I had issues in middle school where all my friends turned on me and the whole 7th grade year I was shunned. A little reminiscent.

Coveted was well written and funny. Natalya is very believable in the heroine roll. I couldn't comprehend how it feels to be OCD to the max. With amazing supporting characters throughout this is definitely a must read.
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5つ星のうち 4.0 Fun and unique start to a promising series 2012/5/6
By Pamela (@SpazP) - (
Rogue wolf Natalya has found herself back at home in South Thoms River. We learn very early on that she has a very extreme anxiety disorder manifesting itself as Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. It's not far-fetched to see how this compulsive behavior has led her to her ejection from the local pack. Her addiction is shopping for holidays items; be it Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, shopping for these ornaments and trinkets gives her a sense of control, and yet to everyone on the outside, makes her look crazy. Boxes and boxes of untouched and cherished ornaments and items are "coveted" in her home, to an alarming and shame-inducing degree.

Her best friend, Agatha AKA Aggie, shows up one night to stay with her on her way out west, and she is a total delight. She has an addiction to food, so she can comprehend Nat's obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and their relationship was so endearing. In fact, it's how they met, at a camp for supernatural kids with 'issues'. Always with, or wanting for, a bag of Doritos, she is not to be underestimated. As a high-ranking alpha female from another pack, Aggie's friendship with Nat was the real thing. She has her back.

And then there is Thorn... sigh. He and Natalya had something intimate going on 5 years ago, and we slowly discover how and why they both find themselves in their hometown of South Thoms River, apart, after losing touch. There is still something between them, but due to pack politics... it can't be. Enter a mysterious white wizard named Nick, and there might be some bow-chicka-bow-bow in her future! CROSSING FINGERS.

From a hilarious first date with the necromancer janitor Quinton from work, to a truly entertaining support group for supernaturals with anxiety disorders, Coveted is a truly charming and enjoyable novel. The werewolf mythology is not very in-depth which I could have used more of, and there is not a great amount of romance. I would almost classify this as YA, due to the mild content and the light tone, but that is not a complaint. Coveted does have a "first book" feel to it, in that a lot of things are set up, and characters are introduced. My biggest concern with this series, going forward, is the set up of a possible love triangle. I personally am not a fan of the love triangle deal in general, but I am not going to jump to conclusions, because I definitely want to check out the next book Kept.

Nevertheless, I truly found Coveted a delightful read with a very endearing heroine, and fantastic secondary characters whom I ended up really caring about and wanting more. The theme of the book, covet, was truly well-done, and I look forward to what Ms. Madison has in store for us next in Kept.
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