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This Week’s Excerpt: Blood and Mistletoe by E.J. Stevens!
Holidays are worse than a full moon for making people crazy. In Harborsmouth, where many of the residents are undead vampires or monstrous fae, the combination may prove deadly.
Ivy Granger, psychic private investigator, returns to the streets of Harborsmouth in this addition to the bestselling urban fantasy series.
Holidays are Hell, a point driven home when a certain demon attorney returns with information regarding a series of bloody murders. Six Harborsmouth residents have been killed and every victim has one thing in common–they are fae. Whoever is killing faeries must be stopped, but they only leave one clue behind–a piece of mistletoe floating in a pool of the victim’s blood.
The holidays just got interesting. Too bad this case may drive Ivy mad before the New Year. Heck, she’ll be lucky to survive Christmas.
Blood and Mistletoe is an Ivy Granger series novella.
“Ask her to check with her Hunter friends too,” she said. “Maybe they’ve heard something about the murders. And, of course, if they want to lend one of their big, strong, Hunters to come protect our offices, I won’t complain.”
Jinx batted her eyelashes and tried to look helpless. I knew better. She may look like a rockabilly damsel in distress, but Jinx could flay a person’s soul with a good tongue lashing. She could give a drill sergeant a run for his money. I should know. She spent most of her time keeping me in line.
“I’d ask, but they’d probably send Jenna,” I said.
Jenna was a young, female Hunter I’d met during the each uisge invasion of Harborsmouth. Jenna is petite, wears her flame red hair in a short, cute, pixie cut, and is always armed to the teeth. When we first met she wore a sword at her hip, knives in a forearm sheath, a gun holster strapped around her thigh, and held a crossbow trained at my head. I have that effect on people.
“I need some eye candy,” Jinx said waggling her eyebrows. “Tell them to send Hans.”
Hans was a tall, Nordic drink of water who looked like a Norse God. Fought like one too. The guy was gorgeous enough to give Jinx a toothache, but Hans was also known for his berserker-like rages. Angry rampaging on the battlefield was usually beneficial, especially when the desired outcome was a high body count, but it wasn’t a quality I wanted in someone dating my best friend. Leave it to Jinx to always pick the bad boys.
“Sure, I’ll do that,” I said, rolling my eyes. “While I’m at it, I’ll ask a leprechaun for his pot of gold. I have about the same chances of him saying yes.”
The Hunter’s Guild didn’t owe me any favors. In fact, their assistance in the recent battle against the each uisge army had helped to save my city. I knew that the Hunters hadn’t fought for me, they were there to back up Kaye, a former hunter, and to defend the humans of Harborsmouth, but it felt like I owed them. Of course, if they ever wanted to collect on that debt, they’d have to get in line.
“Then bring me back a coffee,” she said, pouting. “That demon gave me a headache.”
“That, I can do,” I said.
I pulled on my coat, tucking the notepad in one pocket and a fistful of charms into another. Being half-fae had its perks. Most anti-fae charms, such as rowanberry, stale bread, clothing turned inside out, four-leafed clover, and cold iron, didn’t affect me.
We may have put away most of our protection items in consideration for our new clientele, but that didn’t mean I went around unarmed. I kept a stash of iron nails, sharpened stakes, holy water, and silver crosses in my desk drawer. I was an equal opportunity kind of girl—you never know what might slink, slither, crawl, fly, or dance through your door. It was best to be prepared for the worst.
If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.
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E.J. Stevens writes poetry, urban fantasy, and young adult paranormal novels. E.J. is the author of the haunting collection of dark poetry From the Shadows, the chilling collection of paranormal poetry Shadows of Myth and Legend, the young adult paranormal Spirit Guide series, which include She Smells the Dead, Spirit Storm, and Legend of Witchtrot Road, and the Ivy Granger urban fantasy series. When E.J. isn’t at her writing desk she can be found blogging at From the Shadows, a paranormal book blog, or hanging out on Goodreads and Twitter. E.J. is a graduate of the University of Maine at Farmington with a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and an active member of the Paranormal Romance Guild. She currently resides in a magical forest on the coast of Maine where she finds daily inspiration for her writing.
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