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This is one for your Halloween reading list folks.
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by Tia Reed
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Discredited journalist Ella Jerome isn’t thrilled about working at Adelaide’s fanciful tabloid The Informer. So when zoologist Adam Lowell seeks her help in finding his missing cousin, she’s cynical of his claim a monster lurks near the Church of the Resurrection. The trouble is, solving the gruesome case could be her best shot at restoring her shredded reputation.
With her old instincts resurfacing, Ella combs the Port for clues. Experience tells her the only monsters are the human variety, and the bloodied stonemason certainly raises her suspicions. But when her investigation turns up everything from petrified remains to the headless carving of a dragon, the truth threatens to steal both her sanity and the man she’s falling for.
After all, gargoyles can’t be anything other than harmless stone. Or can they?
Enjoy this exclusive excerpt
Ella cleaned the supermarket shelf of the wilting bunches of basil. For good measure, she went into the next aisle and added ten tubs of pesto to the shopping basket.
“Got enough there, dear? ’Coz the delivery truck’s due out back,” the checkout operator said.
“Really?” Ella was about to ask if she would check but the girl was eyeing her like she was out of her mind. “It’s a Halloween thing,” she said and hurried off.
Back at the car, she passed the bag to Doer.
“Has this herb got some addictive properties I don’t know about?” the drug dealer asked, taking a deep sniff of the sweet aroma and eyeing the two full bags on the back seat.
“I’ll tell you on the way. Just don’t eat it all,” Ella said as he tore off a leaf and popped it in his mouth. “Do you think we have enough?”
“Now that depends on how many clients you got to supply.”
“Four.” She pulled out into the traffic. “Let me know if you see a supermarket.” A few bottles of the dried herb would not go astray.
“I think we’ve got enough. Start talking,” Doer said.
She chose her words.
“What are you not telling me?” he said.
“The crazy stuff that will get me certified.”
“Spill it. Nobody’s going to take my word you need to be in a loony bin and nothing you say is about to stop me going into that church.”
That she knew, which was why she had asked him along, because nothing on the planet, not even her growing feelings for Adam, was going to drag her back to the church alone. She gave him all the facts. No interpretation. Objective journalism at its best.
AUTHOR Tia Reed
Tia Reed loves nothing better than burying her nose in a story of her own imagining, cuddling her bossy cat and rescuing chewed pillows from her hyperactive dog. She takes every opportunity to do all three when she is not teaching English as a second language. Her other hobbies usually take a back seat but include trying to tame her beast of a garden, hiking and travelling. The latter has thrown her many interesting, sometimes hair-raising experiences, which she loves twisting into stories. She was born in Malta, but lives in Adelaide, Australia.
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