INHUMAN
INTEREST
by
Eric
Turowski
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BLURB:
Story By
Tess Cooper
Thirteen
words in a want-ad turn Tess Cooper’s world upside down after she
signs on as a paranormal research assistant to the mysterious Davin
Egypt. He reveals a world of grave robbing, clockworks artifacts in
blue amber, antique revolvers that fire strange ammo, and powerful
forces beyond human comprehension.
As
ancient occult energies threaten to destroy her city, Tess must use
her journalistic instincts to stay one step ahead of the public works
director, Drew Dawson, whose agenda seems bent on destruction rather
than maintenance. And possibly murder, but will anyone believe her?
Yeah,
right. When garbage trucks fly.
If Tess
teams up with the hunky police lieutenant, Kirk Gunther, and the
pale, oddball Mr. Egypt, they might be able to save the city in time.
That is, if Egypt even wants to. And if Tess overcomes her phobias
long enough to do battle in Granddad’s 1983 Subaru Brat.
Things
are about to get icky.
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Excerpt:
I
watched Angie wobble away and marched myself toward the stonewalling
the cops would give me when I felt the soles of my flats slide.
Pinwheeling arms didn’t help me get my footing, and with a tiny
cry, I went down.
And
down, and down, and down.
Snow
slid up my shirt, up my pants, and something less cold but more wet.
I thrashed around, succeeding only in getting more snow inside my
clothes. Not falling, but sinking. I sank into a deep hole. And then
I realized it wasn’t a hole but a grave.
Angie
came rushing back, as much as she could rush on her stumpy, little
legs. “Tess, what the hell happened? I heard you screaming and—oh,
my God.”
I
expected her to kneel down and help me out of the loose soil and
slush, but instead, she whipped out her camera. The little motor
whined as she took about six hundred shots. “I think I got the
image for my Christmas cards this year.”
“Ange,
help me out of here!” I pushed against the soil with one foot, and
felt it sink deeper. I tried with the other one. Then I plunged in up
to my neck. My arms found no grip, either. It was like quicksand,
even though quicksand doesn’t really exist. I knew that. Worse, a
horrible, horrible smell drifted up from below. Decomp, rot, death.
Ick.
Uhm.. this is a hard book to really place into one genre.
This book will have you up ALL night, and when I say all night, I mean just that. There is no sleep when reading this book! Seat gripping! The situations that come along as you're reading are enough to make you need more! A new to me author and can't wait to read more of what this author will bring to the public. I can't say that there is anything in this book that wasn't liked or enjoyed. I can't do spoilers! It's just not in me, but it you really want to know happens behind the cover... I dare you to purchase this book and see for yourself!
*Received for an honest review*
This book will have you up ALL night, and when I say all night, I mean just that. There is no sleep when reading this book! Seat gripping! The situations that come along as you're reading are enough to make you need more! A new to me author and can't wait to read more of what this author will bring to the public. I can't say that there is anything in this book that wasn't liked or enjoyed. I can't do spoilers! It's just not in me, but it you really want to know happens behind the cover... I dare you to purchase this book and see for yourself!
*Received for an honest review*
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Newspaper
founder, bookstore owner, artist, musician, and man-about-town Eric
Turowski writes lots of mixed-genre books when he’s not too busy
playing laser tag with Tiger the Cat and his fiancée Mimi deep in
the Central Valley of California.
You can
learn more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.
Connect
with Eric online
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/eric_turowski
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/Turowski.Books
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