Holidays are worse than a full moon for making people crazy. In Harborsmouth, where many of the residents are undead vampires or monstrous fae, the combination may prove deadly.
Ivy Granger, psychic private investigator, returns to the streets of Harborsmouth in this addition to the bestselling urban fantasy series.
Holidays are Hell, a point driven home when a certain demon attorney returns with information regarding a series of bloody murders. Five Harborsmouth residents have been killed and every victim has one thing in common--they are fae. Whoever is killing faeries must be stopped, but they only leave one clue behind--a piece of mistletoe floating in a pool of the victim's blood.
The holidays just got interesting. Too bad this case may drive Ivy mad before the New Year. Heck, she'll be lucky to survive Christmas.
Blood and Mistletoe is an Ivy Granger series novella. The world of Ivy Granger, including the Ivy Granger Psychic Detective series and Hunters' Guild series, is filled with action, mystery, magic, dark humor, quirky characters, bloodsucking vampires, flirtatious demons, sarcastic gargoyles, sexy shifters, temperamental witches, psychotic faeries, and snarky, kick-butt heroines.
This novella sells well near the holiday season. At the moment, it is ranked at #600 Science Fiction & Fantasy Short Reads.
Blood and Mistletoe has 38 customer reviews, and a rating of 4.3 out of 5 stars.
This novella is currently available in English in trade paperback, audio book, and all ebook formats.
One thing was painfully obvious as I strode up the steps of the Bishop Hotel. No one had occupied a room here in years. The door hung open, the frame swollen and warped from damp and disuse.
I pushed the door open wider with the toe of my boot and peeked inside. Black mold climbed the walls, marring the elaborate wallpaper and draperies. The lobby was lit only by light from the street lamps outside that filtered in through the open door and a broken window gaping above a second floor balcony.
I flicked on a mini Maglite and shone it around the room. The floor looked sound, though I avoided the decaying carpet runner as I stepped into the room. I covered my face with a gloved hand and stifled a sneeze. Dust rose in amber clouds as I tiptoed further into the hotel lobby.
I shone my light along the floor where small feet had walked back and forth through the dust, a large object dragged between them. Someone, probably Leanansídhe’s redcap henchmen, had been here recently.
I followed the tracks, careful not to make a sound as I walked past a marble counter and into a dark service passage. The hallway was wide, but unadorned. An old laundry cart stood beside a metal door farther down the hall to my right and a storeroom spilling its contents into the corridor was to my left.
I stepped over the abandoned bottles of cleaner and rolls of toilet paper that prior thieves hadn’t wanted and followed the dusty prints down the hall toward the laundry cart. I stood on tiptoe and peered inside the small window inset into the metal door. Stairs led down into impermeable darkness.
Great, it looked like the redcaps were holing up in the basement. I reached out with a gloved hand and tried the doorknob, surprised when it turned easily. I turned my head to the side and examined the door.
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