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Blood Chimera series Book One
Some ransoms aren’t meant to be paid.
Kidnap and Ransom negotiation used to be straightforward. The bad guys kidnap someone, and K&R expert Jackson Pastor negotiates their release, skillfully traversing a maze of bloodthirsty monsters: criminals, terrorists, police, and especially the FBI.
But that was before he met real bloodthirsty monsters.
When Jackson Pastor arrives in Los Angeles to help a new client recover his kidnapped wife, he finds himself dropped in the middle of a 500-year-old war between rival European and Mexican vampire clans, a conflict that threatens to escalate into a full-on public gang war. Worse, Jackson hasn’t been brought to Los Angeles to be a negotiator.
His new boss wants to turn him into an assassin.
With Jackson about to be caught in the middle of a clan war, his only hope of escape may lie with a secret FBI monster-hunting task-force led by a very dangerous, eccentric wizard.
Which could be a problem, since Jackson’s a monster himself.
Blood Chimera is a gritty, noir-style mystery of paranormal proportions where nothing is as it seems, not even the term “vampire.”
Genre: Paranormal MysteryPurchase links: WWP Amazon ARe Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): Vampires, Wizards, K&R, Noir, Urban Fantasy
Release Date: August 12, 2014
Publisher: World Weaver Press
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We hit the road quickly. The entire attack on Scissor’s mansion hadn’t taken more than a few minutes, which meant there was a reasonably good chance that the M13s would be long gone by the time the police arrived. We weren’t driving super-fast and weren’t doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. I wasn’t happy about that.
The car ride itself was quiet. No one played the radio, and no one talked. We had the grim silence of a funeral procession.
Seconds tripped by in a stupor, and my whole awareness narrowed down to a torturous focus on the single entity in the car who was food. She stopped having a name. She stopped being a person. She had no value at all except for the sweet scent of her blood.
“Stop the car,” I said.
The M13s rolled their eyes at me.
“Stop the car! I need out! I need to get out right now!” I lunged forward, pushing Jessica into the nagual sitting next to her. “Damnit!” The word came out wrong. I was having trouble talking. My tongue felt strange.
As hunger seared through me, I realized my teeth hurt.
“Shit, look at his eyes.” The one on the front seat grabbed the shoulder of the driver. “Pull over! Look at him. He’s going to sin!”
I felt my muscles ripple under my skin. Snarling, I turned towards the food.
The driver yanked the car over to the side. I heard a whistling sound nearby, and the familiarity of it almost pulled me back from the brink.
Then the car behind us blew up.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Pastor?”
I looked down at myself. I seemed to be hale and hearty enough, with all the right number of limbs in all the right places. My ribs didn’t ache when I breathed and my arm wasn’t swollen. I felt great, but I looked ready to play one of the walking dead. “Like I need a bath,” I told him. “And clothes would be nice.” There’s nothing quite like being naked and filthy in front of a lot of people who aren’t, to make you all self-conscious about it.
He nodded. “You’ve looked better.”
“Why do you have me in a cage?” I shook my head. “What happened?”
“I would think the reasons for the cage would be obvious. You don’t remember?”
“No, of course I don’t remember. I was Tez’s prisoner and then--” I looked over at the carcass in the corner. I swallowed. “Who did that?”
“You did.” Darius said as he took a swig of his beer. “You also wrecked one of my vans.” He pointed to an unmarked black van over in the garage area. The back doors were hanging awkwardly and the metal was twisted. Great gouges had been raked into the door and sides as if something had tried to smash its way out with some kind of very sharp ram.
I blinked at that. “That--that couldn’t have been me. I didn’t--”
“Oh, you very much did. We had a hell of a time getting you back here. We were lucky you were stunned by the explosions, and even luckier that we had tranq darts. That--” he pointed to the rotting, fly-infested pile of flesh using the long black feather. “--used to be a pair of goats. Juan thought you might revert if we fed you something. As it happens, he was right.”
I felt sick to my stomach, and, although I certainly wasn’t going to mention it to Darius, a bit peckish.
Goat wasn’t as filling as human.
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