Thud… new book. Out today. Available pretty much across the globe.
You can buy it here…here… here…here….hereherheerereerhherherhe…
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(It’s available at a NUMBER of international platforms, including Kobo. Please check. I can’t keep track of all and it also takes a few days for all the data to roll through and get posted)
About the book!
Patricia Briggs thinks you should read it…
“Do yourself a favor and read this book. This story is original and hard-hitting with terrific world building and some of the best characters I’ve read. Yum.” Patricia Briggs, author of the #1 NYTimes Mercy Thompson series
Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades—has a new job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It should be a piece of cake.
So why is she so nervous? It probably has something to do with the insanity that happens when you deal with shifters—especially sexy ones who come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money.
Or maybe it’s all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she’s gotten in over her head. Or maybe it’s because if she fails—she’s dead.
If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she’ll even live long to collect her fee…
Through the roar of blood in my ears, I heard Damon swearing. That was kind of funny. There were four of them and he was cussing them out?
But then one of them howled… A death scream. One that made the skin on my nape crawl as I slashed through the air with my blade.
She was made like a rapier, but heavier. I could hack away for hours if I had to, and the fool in front of me was bleeding from more cuts than even I could count; he was either too weak or too underfed to heal them well. He made another lunge at me and I drove the blade through his heart, twisting it and jerking upward. Skin smoked as it met the silver and I watched as the life in his eyes faded.
Jerking my blade free, I turned, braced for another attack.
All I saw was Damon. Walking toward me with blood dripping off him, falling in fat drops from his fingers.
“Show off,” I muttered.
A flash of white appeared in his face. I almost thought he was smiling.
But that faint smile was gone in another second as shadows came rushing at us from all around.
I found myself shoved to the ground.
There was a rumbling sound—something I couldn’t identify.
And another sound—one I could.
The ground was shaking, I thought. As I pushed up onto my elbows, I saw a giant shape rushing into the alley.
Hell was about to break loose.
Then a cat roared and I heard somebody scream. Maybe it already had.
As the fighting raged over my head, I rolled to the side and flexed my wrist. My blade was gone. I managed to get my back to the wall of the busted, broken building behind me, using it for support and shadow as I surveyed the mess in front of me.
Five, six, seven—yeah. Seven scraggly wolves fighting Goliath and Damon. The wolves had shifted. Damon and Goliath hadn’t. Two wolves were trying to take Goliath down and he casually caught one, ripped its head off. My gut went a little queasy at the sight.
The second one didn’t fare much better.
Damon wasn’t quite so casual.
But for every one they took down, several more came crawling out of the shadows.
What the hell—?
Panting for breath, I flexed my wrist and called my blade.
Off to the side, I heard a snarl.
The wolf came for me just as I turned to face it.
I never even got my blade up.
I came to at the bright flare of light.
It wasn’t the light that woke me.
It was the pain.
Ripping through my side and eating its way through my veins. I choked back the scream as TJ leaned over me. “Damn, girl. You did it again, didn’t you?”
I glared at her. Or tried to. The tears in my eyes were pretty much blinding me.
“Get the fuck back.”
Well. One thing was clear. I wasn’t dying, because if I was, no way would I be hearing that voice. Even if I was going straight to hell, I’d be deluding myself with angel song to the very end. So if I was hearing the demonic Damon that must mean the wolf bite on my side wasn’t fatal.
His face appeared in my line of sight and I closed my eyes.
“Stupid little fool!” His voice cut through the pained shrieking in my head. But the hands on my side were gentle. “Shit…shit, shit, this is bad—”
Also… I think I’m over here today, blog-tour wise… 😉