Genre: Paranormal
Humor
Publisher: Red Hot
Publishing
Date of
Publication: Oct. 2013
ISBN: e-book –
9781938601118
Print -
9781938601125
Number of pages:250
Word Count: 60K
Cover Artist: Jennifer
Meyers & Hot Damn Designs
Book Description:
What do you get
when you cross a hockey mom with the grim reaper? Me, Lisa Carron.
If being a
depressed, frumpy, widowed mother of three wasn’t bad enough, I just discovered
I’m a grim reaper. I know what you’re thinking. Wow, that’s kind of sexy and full of awesomeness. Hardly. Oh, and
my clients? Stupid people. Like I don’t get enough of that from the living.
Since Alaska is big
and angels of death are few, I’ve been partnered with reaper extraordinaire,
Nate Cramer. He’s strong, silent, and way too good looking for my recently
widowed state. Oh, and he reaps violent criminals, so that should be
interesting.
Forget the danger
and the hours of self-analysis it will take for me to find my reaper mojo. My
biggest problem? Hiding it all from my overly attentive family and nosy
neighbors. Now that’s going to take a miracle.
Excerpt:
“You’re not welcome
here.” He took a step forward and I slapped my hand against the wall, blocking
his path with my arm. If he was a grim reaper then maybe he couldn’t enter my
house until he was invited—like vampires. “Be gone.”
He smirked. “I’m not a
vampire.”
“I know you’re not.
There’s no such thing.” I rolled my eyes, trying to give the impression I
hadn’t totally been thinking that. “What do you want?”
“Give me ten minutes.
Then I’ll leave and never bother you again.”
It sounded too good to
be true. “Never ever?”
“I promise.”
He didn’t do any kind
of scout’s honor hand gesture, so I didn’t know if I could completely trust
him. “Ten minutes.”
In that amount of
time, he could have me sliced up and vacuum sealed, but what choice did I have.
I spun and walked into my kitchen. The idea of he being a grim reaper was the
lesser of two evils made me want to laugh. Not in a haha, ironic isn’t it way. But a deeply disturbed things keep getting weirder and weirder way.
His footsteps
followed. I cursed myself. He’d probably leave big, stupid dirt marks all over
my sparkling floor. I scooped up my glass and turned to face him. My upbringing
forced me to offer him a drink. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
He held up a hand and
shook his head. “No, thank you.”
Hmm, very polite—for a killer. I pulled out the chair and sat,
indicating he should do the same. I sipped slowly, wishing it was something
stronger. “Okay, speak.”
He lowered himself
into the chair and propped his elbows on the table, leveling a stare at me.
“You are a grim reaper.”
“So you’ve said.” I
took another drink and set down my glass. “Are we done?”
“Hardly.” He eased
back and sized me up, his gaze narrowing. “All right then, you explain what
happened at the Holiday station this morning.”
I considered giving
him Vella’s explanation, but those reasons sounded even more ridiculous than
reaping a soul. I decided to change tactics. “Let me ask you this. Why do you
think I’m a reaper?”
“We recently lost one
of our own and you came on our radar as the next reaper in line.”
“Lost one of your
own?” I didn’t like the sound of that at all. “You mean one of your reapers
died?”
He shifted in his
chair. “Yes.”
“That’s a bit ironic
isn’t it? The angel of death dying.”
He shrugged. “We’re
mortal, tools for the greater good of mankind.”
I refrained from
telling him how much of a tool I thought he was. “Isn’t the grim reaper
immortal?”
“You watch too many
movies.”
That was true but I
didn’t confirm his statement.
About the Author:
As a bestselling author, Boone Brux’s books range from high
fantasy to humorous paranormal.
A
former nanny, Boone has lived all over the world, finally settling in the icy
region of Alaska, where she writes full time. Always looking for the next
adventure, it’s not unusual to find her traversing the remotest parts of the
Alaskan bush. No person or escapade is off limits when it comes to weaving real
life experiences into her books or blogs.
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