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Series: Not Dead Yet #2
Release Date: June 3, 2019
Subgenre: MM Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis for Give Up the Ghost:
The bigger they are, the harder they maul.
Immortal not-ghost Wes Cooper and his vampire partner, Hudson Rojas, have it all—rewarding private investigation work, great friends and, most important, a love that’s endured. But ever since Wes sent a demon screaming back to the beyond, his abilities have grown overpowering and overwhelming. He’s hiding the fact that he’s losing control the best he can, but it’s hard to keep anything a secret for long when your partner’s a former cop…and especially when your partner’s a former cop who wants to move in together.
When all hell literally breaks loose in Toronto and superstrength ghosts are unleashed on Wes and his friends, he and Hudson are thrown into a case unlike any they’ve seen before. To save the city, Wes needs to harness his new power…and find some answers. But when he gets them, the solution to fix it all could mean losing everything.
Teasers:
#1:
“We’re good together, right?”
I pushed up on my tiptoes to kiss him, trying to ease the worry in his face. “We’re amazing together.”
“And we can—we can talk about…stuff. Even weird stuff.”
My smile dimmed. Had Hudson figured out that it wasn’t PTSD I didn’t want to talk about, but something more magical?
#2
It was your typical surveillance tape—black-and-white, a little grainy. It flipped between two cameras: one at the front of the store, and one in the back room. The light was not good, but it was enough to make out the counter at the front of the store with some items on display and the register, and in the back office, the desk, with its computer monitor and chair set slightly askew, as though someone had gotten up and not set the chair neatly against the desk.
For a few rotations of the image, the shop was empty, motionless. And then—
“Is the chair moving?” Hudson asked.
It was. The chair, which had been completely still, was now sliding out of frame. Not quickly, but consistently. The seat rotated, though whether that was simply from the motion of the chair or from an unseen someone manipulating it, I couldn’t tell.
“Wait,” Kat said.
The image flipped back and forth a few more times, and then I saw movement behind the counter in the front of the store. A drawer near the bottom, to the right of the cash register, was opening. Centimeter by centimeter, it extended out from the counter, pulled by an invisible force. It moved as we watched it, so it wasn’t like someone was pulling at it only when the camera wasn’t on them.
“I see why you wanted us to see it.” I couldn’t help it—my voice was shaky. There were way too many fucking ghosts in my life at the moment.
“Wait,” Kat stressed.
Just as Kat said it, something rose from the drawer. Before I could identify what it was, it disappeared—and all movement in the shop stopped.
I cleared my throat. “That was…uh.”
“Weirder than normal?” Hudson suggested.
“Definitely weirder than normal,” Iskander said.
EXCLUSIVE EXCEPRT
As I worked, I sent a few texts to Hudson, just to check in.
They went unanswered.
It was past eleven when I heard footsteps crunching on the snow and salt on the walk. Hudson strode into the office a few minutes later and stomped his feet. “Hey,” he said brightly.
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
“What?”
“What?” I echoed. “Is your phone dead?”
“I was driving.”
“For three hours?”
Something flickered across his expression. “I had errands.”
“Again, I repeat, for three hours?”
He shrugged off his jacket and I tried not to notice how his gray sweater hugged his chest and shoulders. “I don’t need to report what I do every minute we’re apart.”
“No, but a return text would be nice. Just so I’m not imagining you as a pile of dust somewhere.”
He hung up his jacket with a sigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He walked over to my desk and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “How was your day? Did you have fun shopping with Lexi?”
“Funny you should mention that.”
“Uh-oh.” He perched on the edge of my desk as I rolled my chair back a bit. “What happened?”
“Kee—remember Kee?”
He frowned. “The youth home coordinator?”
Okay, he earned a smile for that one. He hadn’t been able to volunteer at Aurora House because, well, vampires couldn’t work day shifts, and also he’d been taking courses to get his private investigator license. The fact that he remembered Kee’s name and who they were said a lot about how much he paid attention to me. “Yeah. They called Lexi today about possible ghosts at the home.”
“Huh.”
“So we drove out there to have a look. And I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I saw a ghost without being in the otherplane.”
“What? How?”
I shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal to minimize the chances he’d freak out. “I’ve been a little, um, sensitive since…you know. The crown.”
He pushed off the desk and stood straight. “Why is this the first I’m hearing of it?”
God, here was the proof I needed that not telling him the truth was the best plan I could’ve come up with. Go, procrastinating me. Because, damn. If he was this annoyed about a minimized version of the issue…
“It’s not a big deal,” I said.
“This is a very big deal.”
I threw my hands in the air. “It’s not.”
Except he was right—it was. The words to tell him the truth were on my tongue, but fear held them back.
He sighed. “You’ve been so closed off.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You’re not talking to me—”
“I talk to you.”
He shook his head.
After a few moments of silence, I said, “Lexi’s going to arrange for another meeting with Kee.”
He grunted.
“I think we should talk to them about hiring us.” His shoulders tensed and I rushed on. “I get your point about Bhavana, but this situation is different. Kee believes in the ghosts—I mean, they can’t not, after they witnessed my reaction. And figuring out why there are so many intelligent ghosts there—because there were three, all from different eras, which is so weird. Anyway, figuring out why is going to take some time. And then figuring out how to get them to move on, more time.”
“Wes, I don’t—”
“I don’t want to abandon Kee to this, you know? They’re good people, and the kids shouldn’t have to be scared—”
“We’re not a ghost-hunting service.”
“No, I know. But—”
“If you and Lexi want to look into it in your spare time—”
“That’s not what I—”
“It’s not the type of case we want to take on.”
I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. “Says who?”
“Says me and Iskander. We chatted about it before I left earlier.”
“Oh.” I got up and sort of…hovered next to the desk. Iskander and Hudson were the investigators, yeah—the ones with licenses. But I was no less a partner than they were. I’d invested funds—and time and sweat—into this place. There was a reason we hadn’t named the firm Hassan and Rojas Investigations.
“Don’t flip out. This isn’t me—or Isk—rejecting you.”
“Tell me why.”
Hudson groaned. “It’s simple. I want a legitimate business.”
“This is legit—”
“Not in the eyes of most of our clients. How are we going to get a testimonial from Kee, Wes? A reference?” His voice dropped into a mocking, announcer-like register. “‘Got ghosts? Caballero Investigations was fantastic at taking care of our ghost problem!’”
Okay…I could see the logic in that. But I wasn’t ready to give up my argument. We were investigators who knew about paranormal shit—didn’t that give us an obligation to help people who couldn’t get help elsewhere? “Who says we need to put them on the website? Or use them as a reference?”
“If we spend all our time on cases we can’t talk about, what will go on the website?” Hudson shook his head. “We can’t get distracted. Isk and I agree—”
“Stop.”
“Wes—”
“Just. Stop.” I headed toward the door.
Hudson sagged. “C’mon, Wes, don’t be like that.”
“I’m gonna take off.”
“Goddamn it, Wesley—”
I shook my head, slipped into the otherplane, and walked out through the door.
Author Bio:
Jenn Burke has loved out-of-this-world romance since she first read about heroes and heroines kicking butt and falling in love as a preteen. Now that she’s an author, she couldn’t be happier to bring adventure, romance, and sexy times to her readers.
Jenn is the author of a number of paranormal and science fiction romance titles, including the critically acclaimed Chaos Station science fiction romance series (authored with Kelly Jensen) from Carina Press.
She’s been called a pocket-sized and puntastic Canadian on social media, and she’ll happily own that label. Jenn lives just outside of Ottawa, Ontario, with her husband and two kids, plus two dogs named after video game characters…because her geekiness knows no bounds.
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