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Blurb:
The very thought of paranormals is enough to drive Private
Investigator Sam Enderson mad, but add in his attraction to a vampire,
and his world is turned upside down.
Sam Enderson is a human detective who finds himself working for
paranormal creatures, despite his resolve to stick with humans only.
Bob is a vampire and turns up on Sam’s doorstep to rent a room.
Sparks fly, and Sam is attracted to the vampire in spite of himself.
Soon after Sam is cursed by a witch, two cases land on his desk.
Dealing with werewolves, annoying ghosts and a grumpy gargoyle is bad
enough. But somehow, in amongst all of this chaos, he has to find a lost
fae and a missing shifter child.
Excerpt:
Sam Enderson stood outside his building and smiled with pride. The
fresh sign painted on the door in crisp black letters read ‘End Street
Detective Agency’. Examining the overall effect, he nodded in
satisfaction. This move to becoming a private investigator was as far
from being a timid bookseller as he could get. No one would walk all
over someone who investigated crimes for a living.
Three months of correspondence school and a shiny new multi-weapon
licence had given his confidence a much-needed boost. After the hellish
past year, in which he’d found his boyfriend in bed with his now ex-best
friend, followed by the death of his favourite uncle, Sam was ready for
a new start in life.
Uncle Hanson. Just thinking about him made Sam feel sad. He had fond
memories of visiting his uncle at work. The man had always liked Sam. He
evidently had carried that affection into Sam’s adult life. After all,
he had left Sam an entire building in his will, the building Sam now
stood in front of. An office with accommodations over the top, it was
worth quite a bit of money despite its proximity to an undesirable area.
“You should sell,” his friend Oscar had said. Oscar had had no love
for Uncle Hanson. In a sniffy tone, he’d often consigned Hanson to the
idiot pile and called him ‘odd’.
“I don’t want to sell,” Sam had protested.
“What are you going to do with it?” Oscar had asked.
“Open up my own agency.”
Oscar still wasn’t speaking to him, even now, three months later.
Sam sighed at the memory then mentally pushed it all to one side to
admire his property. The lower half consisted of a business office and
reception area, with the upper two floors divided into four apartments.
Three were empty but his uncle had filled the fourth one with notes from
his own investigative practice. That room was high on his list of
things to sort out, but he first needed to concentrate on renting out
one of the empty apartments.
Sam may have inherited the house, but it hadn’t exactly come with a
burgeoning bank account to match. Forty years of being a detective and
all Hanson had had to show for it was this building, a small bank
account and a room full of papers. Sam was determined to be different.
He even had a five-year plan in place. Sam didn’t doubt for one minute
that he knew exactly why his uncle had had little money to speak of.
Uncle Hanson had done too much pro bono work for them.
Filing cabinets and boxes overflowed with notes from years of being a
private detective. A lot of those papers included cases involving
aspects of the paranormal, things Sam thought better left alone. Sam
didn’t have a drop of supernatural blood in his entire body and he
didn’t plan on associating with those who did. It hadn’t exactly worked
out for his uncle.Paranormals had their place. Hell, they owned half the city. Vampires and werewolves, witches, fae and pixies—they all had their own parishes. Neighbourhoods where they lived amongst their own kind. Like enjoyed living with like, and, although they often mixed and matched, no one in Sam’s family had ever crossed the romantic boundary between the magical and the not.
Sam didn’t count his second cousin Christa, who had taken up with a blood demon. There was a bad seed in every batch.
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Amber Kell
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