Title: The Underground Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, PI: The Guicai Talisman
Author: A.M. Griffin
Genre: Urban Fantasy
What does a woman have to do to prove she belongs in the Undercity? Sure, I’m unclassed and only half paranormal, but that doesn’t mean I can’t solve cases. Since the established PI’s won’t acknowledge my right to a territory, I’m taking jobs from whoever will hire me, doing what I do best…proving myself to be a bad-ass problem solver. Which is how I find myself breaking into Zaid’s house, looking for a talisman my witch client says the very powerful vampire stole.
Now, I can make flowers grow, hear the wind’s whispers and talk to animals, but I don’t have the gift of seeing the future. If I did, I’d have known not to take this case. Because no matter the outcome, nothing good can come from messing with the Guicai Talisman, or it’s far too gorgeous guardian.
Cover art provided by Erik Reeves http://facebook.com/Erikreevesar
The Lycan Job
Being hired by the Alpha of the Lycan pack to solve the mystery of his son’s death could make my name as a PI in the Undercity—if it doesn’t get me killed first. Not only am I looking for a perp who obviously won’t hesitate to commit murder, but even before I get working on the problem I’m being threatened. That’s not going to stop me though. Neither is interference from Zaid, the hot Vampire who keeps popping up at the most inopportune times.
Yet this turns out to be anything but a straightforward case. I’m learning more about the workings of the Undercity than ever before, and what I’m finding out is pretty ugly. It’s making me question everything I thought I knew about the Houses, and what I’m missing by not being claimed by my father. But that may well be a question I won’t get a chance to ponder, because even tapping into every ability I possess might not be enough to help me survive the Lycan Job.
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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I liked to think myself immune to the Vampire allure by now, but Zaid was proving to me just how wrong I was. I thought that hanging out with Melia made me aware of all their predatory habits. That’s what it was, looking and sounding the way they did was ingrained in them. They didn’t know how to turn it off. It was as if they lived every hour “on”. Even in sleep they were predatory. They looked so angelic laying there, but get too close and instinctively they’d reach out and grab hold in an unyielding grip until the sun went down. And then—well, then it would be left up to the Vampire to decide what to do with you. Lucky for me Melia had woken up and let me go.
Zaid’s mouth spread into a smile. Not a smile that I’d describe as happy or inviting, but one that I guessed Ted Bundy gave to his victims as he lured them to their deaths. The smile didn’t take anything away from his sex appeal though, as I’m sure it didn’t take anything away from Mr. Bundy’s.
I pretended to turn my attention back to Brutus but every ounce of my being stayed focused on the predator in my room. I resumed scratching behind the dog’s ear. If it wasn’t for him I’d probably still be trapped in Zaid’s fake vision for as long as he wanted. “So what gives, Mr. Brightmon?” I smirked as I said his fake name. “I know you didn’t come all this way to mess around with my head, or so that me and Brutus could have a playdate.”
“Call me Zaid. Please. I can hardly expect us to be formal when one of us is quite naked, now can I?”
“You can call me Babylonia,” I said, ignoring his point about me being naked.
He chuckled. “I’d rather call you by your nickname, Baby. I like it better.” My insides pooled into goo at hearing the endearment that was my nickname roll off his tongue. Exactly the reason why I didn’t want him to call me that. “But if you prefer Babylonia that’s what I’ll call you. So tell me, Babylonia, why did your mother name you after an ancient empire?”
“I don’t know, you’d have to ask her.” As soon as I said the words I wanted to take it back. I didn’t want Zaid anywhere near my mom. I trusted myself to look over at him. “Why are you here?” I pressed my left arm against my chest, holding my sheet firmly in place while I inched my free hand under my pillow to search for the extra gun I had stored there.
“You left me no choice. Brutus was walking around like he’d lost his best friend.” He looked at Brutus with a sad face.
I felt the cold steel of my gun handle. I didn’t know which one I held but I hoped to God it was the one that fired the wood bullets. At least then I’d stand a chance at surviving this.
His body slightly stiffened. “Babylonia, don’t do anything stupid,” he warned.
I couldn’t afford not to do anything stupid.