INHUMAN INTEREST
by Eric Turowski
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BLURB:
Story By Tess Cooper
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.
Things are about to get icky.
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.
AUTHOR INFO AND LINKS:
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 fiancée Mimi deep in the Central Valley of California.
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more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.
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