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Welcome to Adelheid
Books One -Three
Mia Darien
Mia Darien
Genre: Paranormal Suspense
ISBN: 9781476224244
Number of pages: Approx 375
Word Count: Approx 160K
Cover Artist: Mia Darien
Book Description:
Welcome to Adelheid, CT. Freak central. Unofficial capital of legal preternatural creatures in the Northeast. Focal point for anti-preternatural sentiments in the United States.
Who would ever guess that this otherwise sleepy New England town houses many of the most powerful beings known to exist?
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In "Cameron's Law," meet Sadie Stanton, vampire poster girl for preternatural rights. She's just trying to start a business to help the community, but when vampires and werewolves start attacking each other, she gets thrust in the middle.
In "When Forever Died," Dakota is a rare shifter and hunter who has lived a long, hard life. But the past never sleeps and two simultaneous cases are going to test the personal defenses she's built over the centuries.
In "Voracious," the life D wants isn't what it seems. He certainly never planned on the fangs, but he's going to need a lot more than the pointy teeth to survive the first weeks of his new existence.
Excerpt Book one chapter one
That's the part about being a vampire that I've always hated.
The perks are great, but lunch can kill you... and I'm not talking 'I
can't believe I ate the whole thing' kind of kill you, either. I mean, pull a
wooden stake out of their back pocket and murder you. Honestly, who would like
that?
Let's be clear about my present situation. I wasn't trying to eat anybody
when the blonde psycho decided to do precisely that: stab me with a stake. Here
I am, just trying to make an honest living when some whack job with a slayer
complex comes darting out of the shadows and decides that I'm the one
responsible for all the crimes my kind and those like me or pretending to be
like me have committed over the past several centuries in reality and in
fiction. I'm being assaulted over Dracula.
Thanks, Stoker.
Now, I am very grateful to the public school system. In their lovely
statement of patriotism, the Pledge of Allegiance, their having all children
put their hands over the far left sides of their chests under the mistaken
impression that's where the heart is (rather than more centralized) has
repeatedly saved my undead ass. It still sucks (no pun intended) to get
stabbed, but at least I'm not dead, or any deader than I was before.
This turn of events was bad enough, but I could handle it. What I
couldn't handle quite so easily were the hysterics.
No, I'm not talking about my hysterics. I wasn't hysterical. In fact,
given the circumstances, I was really quite calm. I'm talking about my clients.
While I'm sure that having their Preternatural Expert Advisor type person
skewered wasn't in their original plan, I was walking and talking, so was it
really necessary to carry on like that?
"Mrs. White, please, really, I'm okay. Calm down," I said
through grit teeth. My hand pressed against the wound, holding back the oozing
tide for a few moments.
If it hadn't been for the screamers to my left, I probably would have
gone after the bitch and said shoulder be damned, but my tearing off probably
would only make the situation worse and besides, I was a little impaired. I
wouldn't forget the face. I was sure I'd find her again later and we'd have a
real fight, a fair fight.
"But then... she just... out of nowhere... blood..." Mrs.
Regina White sputtered, as if she'd
been the one stabbed, before she promptly passed out.
Ernest White, who I assumed was her husband although no one had actually
clarified it to me, knelt down beside her in a panic and then glared at me.
Like this was my fault! What am I supposed to say? 'Gee, sorry for getting stabbed.
I'll try not to leave a mess on your grave yard...'
I hate mortals sometimes.
Running after the stake-wielding psychopath was looking better all the
time.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the hood of my car. I had little
patience for theatrics, but didn't quite feel free to leave, so this seemed
like a good compromise. My hyper-physical body had healed the wound, although
the blood drying on my skin and shirt was kind of gross. Still, I could handle
it.
My bigger concern at the moment was Ernest, who was walking towards me.
Don't get me wrong, I was positive I could take him in any sort of fight, fair
or otherwise, but it was more the stress factor I was worried about. On a scale
of one to ten, my night was already crawling into the negatives.
"Miss Stanton," he began, dry-washing his hands.
I wanted to correct him and tell him to call me something else, but the
truth was that I didn't really have a title. For some reason, 'Miss' Stanton
just sounded wrong to me.
He continued, "I'm terribly sorry about Regina. She just doesn't
handle surprises very well."
Proudly, I was able to stave off the smirk and comment along the lines
of, 'yeah, this was such a trauma... for
her.' I gave myself a gold star for that little piece of self control.
"I'm sure," I replied in my best impression of sympathy.
Really, I'm not normally so crabby, but it was a pretty bad night for me.
It wasn't even like this was a high paying job.
Perhaps this would be a good time to clarify a few things.
My name is Sadie Stanton. I'm the owner of the Stanton Agency. We serve
the community in all matters preternatural and we specialize in helping the
preternatural community, and we had been doing it for... if we were lucky, we'd
be looking at a whole year. I started the business not long after the
institution of Cameron's Law, which made all supernatural beings legal
citizens. I felt that we needed a place where people could come for paranormal
services, and where the supernatural could come for help.
About the Author:
Mia Darien is an indie author of speculative fiction, and a New England Yankee transplanted into Alabama clay. No matter her geography, she continues to stubbornly and rebelliously live the life of her choosing along with her family and pets. She doesn't miss the snow.
2 comments:
Thanks for hosting me on your blog today!
Great excerpt. This book is on my TBR and I am looking forward to reading it. Thanks for the post and the giveaway.
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