Jessie Darker goes to high school
during the day, but at night she helps with the family investigation business.
Cheating husbands and stolen inheritances? They’re your girls—but their
specialty is a bit darker. Zombie in your garage? Pesky Poltergeist living in
your pool? They’ll have the problem solved in a magical minute. For a nominal
fee, of course...
When gorgeous new client, Lukas
Scott, saunters into the office requesting their help to find a stolen box, it
sounds like a simple case—until the truth comes out. The box is full of Sin.
Seven deadly ones, in fact.
They’ve got five days to recapture
the Sins before they're recalled by the box, taking seven hijacked human bodies
with them. Easy peasy—except for one thing...
There’s a spell that will allow the
Sins to remain free, causing chaos forever. When the key ingredient threatens
the life of someone she knows, Jessie must make the ultimate choice between
love and family—or lose everything.
About Jus Accardo: JUS ACCARDO spent her childhood
reading and learning to cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather’s
footsteps as a chef, she applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of
America. At the last minute, she realized her path lay with fiction, not food,
and passed on the spot to pursue writing. Jus is the bestselling author the
popular Denazen series from Entangled
publishing and is currently working on the first book in a new adult series due
out summer 2013. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle of nowhere with
her husband, three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.
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Read an Excerpt!
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“So
not your biggest fan at the moment,”
I said, closing the office door behind me. The runofffrom my jeans had soaked
my sneakers pretty good. With each step, I gave a slight squishing noise
accompanied by an annoying squeak against the old tile floor.
From
across the room, Mom stared. “What happened to you?”
“It attacked me.” Tossing my bag on
the couch, I sank into her chair and made sure to grind my butt into the
cushion. Got it nice and wet. I was all about sharing the love—and right now,
the love was soggy.
She laughed, waving a folder in my
direction. “Surely you’re overreacting. It was one little zombie. They don’t
attack people.”
“I’m serious, Ma. It tried to drown
me. And the client assaulted me with ugly footwear. As far as punishments go,
I’d say we’re probably square. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“You’re serious?” Amused expression
now replaced by concern, she crossed the room and leaned over her desk to get a
better look at me.
“As a coronary.” Once I was sure
the chair had sponged up all it could, I stood and huffed past her. Pulling at
my favorite T-shirt—the word Fate
inside a blood red heart, is a four
letter word on the back—I said,
“Child welfare would not be happy to
hear you tried to feed your only child to a walking corpse…”
“But
why would it attack? Did you provoke it?” Folding her arms, she frowned.
“Insult it, perhaps?”
I winked at her. “Provoke it? Sure. I went and wiggled my
ass in front of it yelling lunch just
to see what’d happen.” I’d called it Stinky, but that didn’t count as an
insult. Something couldn’t be considered an insult if it was true, right?
Right eyebrow twitching, she fought
against a smile. “But you’re okay, right? No bites, broken bones, head
injuries, possessions…?”
I
smiled and did a little twirl. “All in one piece and still me.”
Mom had a checklist she went
through at the end of each job. I was known for taking almost as much damage as
I inflicted.
“Oh,
and you’re probably going to get a call from the client. I sorta smashed her
fence in the process.”
Mom groaned. “I told you to be more
careful.”
“It’s not like I tried to break anything.”
“Something tells me you didn’t try
hard enough not to break anything,
either.”
“In my defense, it wasn’t a simple
trap and slap…”
“We can’t afford this.” She reached
down and pulled a white envelope out from under a stack of papers. “This is the
bill for that Mercedes you smashed.”
“Oh! So not my fault. How was I
supposed to know that Spring Heel was gonna land on the car? If it makes you feel any better, I think he was aiming
for my head…”
“If you keep this up, we won’t even
be able to afford the rent.”
She was right, of course, and it made
me feel horrible. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a wrecking ball wrapped in blue
jeans. Take my cut of this job and put it toward the repairs. Keep my paycheck
for the next month, too.” A good start, but it didn’t feel like enough. Sure,
it would cover the damages—I hoped—but I felt guilty about upsetting her. The
bills that were piling up kept her awake at night. This was only going to make
things worse. We got a fair amount of business, but the overhead in our line of
work was sky high.
As
much as I hated the idea, I knew what would cheer her up. “I’ll even throw in
pet possessions for the next month.”
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About Amber: For the first twelve years of my life, I lived in a two bedroom ranch house at the base of a mountain. Besides my parents, my family consisted of three brothers--the oldest of which enjoyed beating me up. Ironically, the younger two were terrible wimps. I rode horses, moved sprinkler pipe, and mucked out barns (when they could catch me). We didn't have a lot of money, and the part of the ranch we lived on was eventually repossessed by the bank. Subsequently, we had to move to town (I know. I should have written Westerns).
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