Hello fantasy lovers! My next guest is amazing urban fantasy bestselling author Heather Harris, who’s presenting her latest book “Glimmer of the other”! PLEASE SHARE AND LEAVE A COMMENT, it will give this post and Heather’s book much more visibility!
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Below, the blurb:
“I can tell when you’re lying. Every. Single. Time.
I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill – but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers.
When I’m hired to find a missing university student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar – yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild. Firstly, she’s a bookish soul who’s as likely to go off the rails as Mother Theresa. Secondly, I’m not the only one on her trail; she’s also being tracked by the implacable and oh-so-sexy Inspector Stone.
Stone and I team up, and he shoves me into a realm where magic is real – a place where there are vampyrs and werewolves, dragons and trolls. And where my skills are more than just detecting lies…
Oh, and my dog? He’s a freaking hellhound who can manipulate the magical realms themselves.
I need to find the girl.
I need to discover who killed my parents.
And I need to find out more about the attractive but mysterious Zachary Stone…”
Intrigued? Well, there’s more! Here’s an excerpt below:
“I was perched precariously in a birch tree in Mr Michael Mackenzie’s back garden. It was chilly out, and I pulled my green camouflage jacket tighter. I tried my best not to shift around. I was employed for discreet surveillance and falling out of a tree didn’t fit the bill.
I’d been in situ for a good hour before I saw movement in the conservatory. The freshly showered Mr Mackenzie was carrying something large into the glass-covered room. It was a human-sized fox plushie, complete with plush boobs and big eyes framed with eyelashes. The fox plushie had her mouth open as if she were surprised.
I grimaced a little. She was going to be surprised all right. Mr Mackenzie removed the tented towel from his waist and lay down next to Miss Foxy. It wasn’t long before things started getting hot and heavy. I’d definitely seen enough.
I took a short video and several pictures on my phone. Fetish cases are often harder than cheating spouse cases. Mr Mackenzie wasn’t actually cheating on his wife; he just had a kink that he preferred to keep secret. Of course, I was about to blow that out of the water.
Fetishes are a murky area. The newly-wedded Mrs Mackenzie had suspected her husband of cheating on her, but technically he wasn’t. Maybe she’d be okay with her husband getting it on with a fake fox, or maybe it’d be too much for her. But Mr Mackenzie hadn’t done anything wrong. Maybe it’s a good idea to make sure your spouse shares or understands your kinks before you rush down the aisle, but the truth is that I’m no expert. I haven’t had a relationship last longer than a long weekend.
I climbed carefully down the tree. Mr Mackenzie was too busy with Miss Foxy to notice. I went over the back fence, walked down the alley and got into my car, a black Ford Focus. They’re a dime a dozen and she certainly doesn’t stand out, which makes her handy for a private investigator. My dog just about fits inside her too, if he takes up the whole back seat. That’s okay; I don’t often have passengers.
I called Mrs Mackenzie and arranged a meet in fifteen minutes at her local Starbucks. I figured I’d get there in five and would have a chance to order a latte before she arrived.
I parked up front, hopped out and ordered my drink. I was sitting in an armchair when Sarah Mackenzie walked in with a friend. She was twenty-seven, blonde, beautiful and voluptuous; even on a bad day, she was still out of Mr Mackenzie’s league. He was forty-six, mousy and also voluptuous, but not in a good way. He was also pretty wealthy. I couldn’t say what their emotional connection was like, save that she had cried her eyes out when she explained all the reasons she suspected ‘Mick’ of having an affair. The cynic in me wondered how much Mr Mackenzie’s money contributed to her tears.
Mrs Mackenzie’s friend was a brunette, svelte and athletic, and she had a hardness in her eyes that told me she was a no-bullshit type. Mrs Mackenzie had struck me as nice but vapid, and I wondered how they had become friends. I’m nosey like that.
I stood up to greet them. ‘Jinx!’ Mrs Mackenzie wailed. ‘Just tell me … just tell me straight.’ She slumped into the armchair opposite me. I thought, perhaps rather ungenerously, that she was milking the scene somewhat. Some people live for drama.
During my seven years as a PI, I’ve learnt that pictures really are worth a thousand words. I pulled up a well-angled shot on my phone and made sure to show it only to Mrs Mackenzie.
She stood up and let out a dramatic shriek. ‘Oh my God, oh my God! What the hell is he doing to that … thing?’ She sank back into the armchair. ‘I’m going to faint. I’m going to throw up. I don’t know which way to go.”
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