Wicked Game

Praise for Jeri Smith-Ready and

WICKED GAME

A nominee for the American Library Association Alex Award

“Smith-Ready’s musical references are spot-on, as is her take on corporate radio’s creeping hegemony. Add in the irrepressible Ciara, who grew up in a family of grifters, and the results rock.”

—Publishers Weekly

“This truly clever take on vampires is fresh and original. The characters have secrets and questionable backgrounds, which makes them intriguing. The use of music as the touchstone for life is sharp and witty. Smith-Ready proves that no matter what the genre, she has what it takes.”

—Romantic Times

“A colorful premise and engaging characters . . . a fun read.”

—Library Journal

“Just when I think the vampire genre must be exhausted, just when I think if I read another clone I’ll quit writing vampires myself, I read a book that refreshed my flagging interest. . . . Jeri Smith-Ready’s
Wicked Game
was consistently surprising and original . . . I highly recommend it.”

—A “Book of the Week” pick by Charlaine Harris at charlaineharris.com

“An addictive page-turner revving with red-hot sex, truly cool vampires, and rock ’n’ roll soul. Jeri Smith-Ready is a major new talent on the urban fantasy scene.”

—Kresley Cole,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Kiss of a Demon King

“
Wicked Game
is clever, funny, creative, and way too much fun. . . . A surefire winner.”

—The Green Man Review

“Jeri Smith-Ready has created a set of strikingly original, fascinating characters, rich with as much style and rhythm as the music her vampires love. Lyrical and uncompromising,
Wicked Game
is a winner I’ll be reading again.”

—Rachel Caine, bestselling author of
Thin Air

“Jeri Smith-Ready’s
Wicked Game
is a wicked delight. Peopled with fantastic characters from across almost a century of American music, this is urban fantasy that makes an irresistible playlist and an irresistible read. I await the next book with growing impatience!”

—C. E. Murphy, bestselling author of
Urban Shaman

“Sharp and smart and definitely not flavor of the month,
Wicked Game
is wicked good. Jeri Smith-Ready will exceed your expectations.”

—Laura Anne Gilman, bestselling author of
Free Fall

“Jeri Smith-Ready’s vampire volume
Wicked Game
will make your corpuscles coagulate with corpulent incredulity. It’s for young bloods and old jugulars alike. Whether you devour it on ‘Sunday Bloody Sunday’ or just before ‘Dinner With Drac,’ simply turn off the 50-inch plasma, lay back, and ‘Let It Bleed.’”

—Weasel, WTGB 94.7 The Globe, Washington, D.C.

“Once in a while someone writes a book that surpasses genre conventions and expectations, turning established ideas into something fresh and new. . . .
Wicked Game
is original and unique . . . it’s also a fantastically good read.”

—Love Vampires

“Smith-Ready weaves an imaginative tale that adds new dimension and limitations on the otherwise long-lived lives of vampires. . . . This is a fun escape in a world that readers will look forward to visiting again.”

—Darque Reviews

“With meticulous detail to character and plot development, Jeri Smith-Ready has created a unique and lyrically entertaining story. . . . Beyond the excellent dialogue, skillfully crafted characters, and unique plot, Ms. Smith-Ready has achieved the almost impossible—she made me fall for each and every dysfunctional member of the WVMP family. This is my first novel by Ms. Smith-Ready, but it certainly won’t be my last.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“
Wicked Game
starts out strong and just keeps going . . . There’s humor and pathos, evil and not so evil, love and betrayal, and friendship and loyalty—plus a really solid story to hold it all together.”

—SFRevu

“A fun novel . . . it definitely stands out from the crowd of Anne Rice wannabes.”

—Pagan Book Reviews

J
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S
MITH
-R
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To Donna and Ted, my first rock ’n’ roll gurus.

Many thanks to my family, for encouraging my love of music despite my almost preternatural lack of talent.

Thanks to Rob Staeger, Cecilia Ready, Tricia Schwaab, Barbara Karmazin, Rob Usdin; William Parris, President, Radio Broadcast, Inc.; and Gerard W. Weiss, Lt. Col., U.S. Army (Ret.); for their story comments and research assistance. Any remaining errors are mine, and probably due to a momentary lapse of caffeine.

To the hardworking folks at Pocket Books for bringing this novel to life: Louise Burke, John Paul Jones, Josh Karpf, Lisa Litwack, Jean Anne Rose, Erica Feldon, Don Sipley, and Anthony Ziccardi.

Much thanks to my editor Jennifer Heddle, for her extraordinary vision and brilliant insights (and forbearance in overlooking the muscle shirt); and to my intrepid agent Ginger Clark, for believing in this series from the get-go. You both rock.

Most of all, thanks to my own guitar man Christian Ready, for his love and support, and for proving that some things don’t burn out
or
fade away.

“I’ll Never Get Out of These Blues Alive,” John Lee Hooker

“Read My Mind,” The Killers

“About a Girl,” Nirvana

“Flower,” Liz Phair

“Hard to Handle,” The Black Crowes

“Eight Miles High,” The Byrds

“Blue Suede Shoes,” Carl Perkins

“Helter Skelter,” The Beatles

“Uncle John’s Band,” Grateful Dead

“I’m So Glad,” Skip James

“Baby Please Don’t Go,” Big Joe Williams

“Gallows Pole,” Lead Belly

“Dreadlocks in Moonlight,” Lee “Scratch” Perry

“Three Little Birds,” Bob Marley and the Wailers

“Ciara,” Luka Bloom

“Two Hearts,” Chris Isaak

“Drain You,” Nirvana

“The Rain Song,” Led Zeppelin

“Isis,” Bob Dylan

“Fearless Heart,” Steve Earle

“The Old Main Drag,” The Pogues

“Rock ’n’ Roll Lifestyle,” Cake

“More Human Than Human,” White Zombie

“God Given,” Nine Inch Nails

“Melt!,” Siouxsie & the Banshees

“She’s a Rebel,” Green Day

“Norwegian Wood,” The Beatles

“10:15 Saturday Night,” The Cure

“Running Dry: Requiem for the Rockets,” Neil Young and Crazy Horse

“I’m No Angel,” Greg Allman

“Girlfriend,” Matthew Sweet

“Low,” Cracker

“Human Touch,” Bruce Springsteen

“A Thousand Kisses Deep,” Leonard Cohen

“Sleep to Dream,” Fiona Apple

“Mean Woman Blues,” Elvis Presley

“(Don’t Go Back to) Rockville,” R.E.M.

“Crazy Love,” Van Morrison

“Burning for You,” Blue Öyster Cult

“It’s Only Rock ’n’ Roll (But I Like It),” The Rolling Stones

If a lie is told often enough, even the teller comes to believe it.

—J. R. “Yellow Kid” Weil, con artist

Wicked Game

Family curses never die, they just mutate. In Greek mythology, the curse of the House of Atreus began with some smart-ass making soup du jour for the gods out of his own son’s meaty bits. Things went downhill from there. These days, though, the curse probably just makes the Atreus family forget to send each other birthday cards.

The curse of the House of Griffin, whatever sinister form it may have taken in the Old World, has left me with a gift for the persuasive arts. In the straight world, this means sales and marketing—or as I like to call it, S&M.

The slim, thirtyish dude across the desk scans my skimpy resume. Short dark hair flops over his forehead as he nods along with the blues squawking from a wall speaker. His fingers tap the wooden surface between us in unconscious synchronicity.

The tiny office’s clutter of memorabilia would shame the Hard Rock Cafe. Near one boarded-up window, a
life-size cardboard John Lennon peers into my soul; near the other, Jerry Lee Lewis peers through my blouse.

“So, Ciara...” David slips me an earnest glance. “Why do you—”

“It’s
keer
-ah, not see-
air
-ah.” I rattle off the pronunciation as politely as I can. “Not like the mountains.”

“Sorry. I bet you get that all the time.” He flips my resume to look at the other side. Blank. He lifts my portfolio folder, probably searching for another page. “Where’s the rest of your job experience?”

I give him a wide-open smile. “In the future, I hope.”

He blinks, then looks back at the resume. His eyebrows pop up. “Well, it’s very readable.”

Due, no doubt, to the sixteen-point font I used to fill up the page.

He inspects it again, green eyes flitting back and forth in a desperate search for an interview kickoff. “Ciara. Interesting spelling.”

“It’s Irish. It means ‘dark and mysterious.’” I point to my tawny hair and studiously guileless eyes. “Even though I’m neither.”

David’s lips twitch up briefly, then he puts the resume aside and opens my portfolio. While he examines it, his thumb pumps the plunger on his ballpoint, creating a staccato of clicks that wears my nerves down to the nub. I resist the urge to wipe my clammy hands on my only interview suit.

The air-conditioning clunks on. Above my head, backstage passes begin to flutter in the breeze, hanging like Christmas decorations from the antlers of a peeved-eyed deer.

“This first project’s dated six years ago,” David says. “I take it you go to Sherwood College part-time?”

My shoulders tense. “I take sabbaticals.” Oops, this was supposed to be an exercise in honesty. “I mean, I take breaks so I can earn tuition.”