Title: Inhuman Interest
Synopsis:
You can learn more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.
Author: Eric Turowski
Series: Tess Cooper #1
Pages: 220
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Booktrope
Format: Kindle
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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.
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.
~Try an 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.
~Meet Eric!~
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 fiancĂ©e Mimi deep in the Central Valley of California.You can learn more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.
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ReplyDelete"... man-about-town...." Nice description, LOL.
ReplyDeleteWell, I had to come up with some kinda bio. Thanks for the interest, folks.
ReplyDeleteInteresting excerpt and I've added it to my TBR list :)
ReplyDeleteLori
Sweet! Let me know what you thought of it when you're done. Next book in the series should come out in October.
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