Evil Embers (Vale Investigation, book 2)
by Cristelle
Comby
GENRE: Urban
Fantasy
BLURB:
After
narrowly preventing the destruction of Cold City, PI Bellamy Vale needs a rest.
Or rather, he needs a plain and simple vanilla case—no monsters or otherworldly
creatures involved!
When foreign
businessman Eli Smith shows up at his doorstep with a thick wallet and a
request to find his missing sister, Vale doesn’t think twice before agreeing.
If he’d known
body-hopping demons and smoke monsters came attached to this job, however, he
might have.
Excerpt:
So what if it was mid-February? The
way I was feeling that morning, I planned to sleep until New Year came around
again. Hells, as far as I was concerned, I earned it ten times over. I put an
end to a string of gruesome killings, prevented the apocalypse our former mayor
intended for us, and I’d stuck around long enough to clean up the mess she and
her minions left behind. All that thinking took out the last bit of energy I
had. I closed my eyes, found a way to lie down that didn’t hurt too much, and
let sleep throw its soothing blanket over me.
And then someone knocked at the
door.
I groaned at the wrong timing but
kept my eyes shut. There was no way in Tartarus that I was getting back up
again so soon. Whoever it was could get lost.
The knocking came again.
It was more insistent this time. I
could hear a sense of urgency to the motion. I forced one eye open and frowned.
The sunlight streaming in from the window was too bright for it to be morning
and the angle it bounced off the floorboards was all wrong. I opened my second
eye and glanced at the clock on the bedside table…Three in the afternoon.
“The hells?” I muttered, wondering
where the day went while I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs.
The knock came a third time and I
got up, grumbling all the way to the door. I didn’t bother to put clothes on or
to tidy myself up before opening it. I was clad only in an old pair of
sweatpants with a variety of cuts, bruises, and bandages on full display
throughout my upper body. I hadn’t shaved in a week, and I was sure my hair was
a sweaty mess of brown locks and dried blood.
Who knows, I thought, maybe the sight
of me will convince my uninvited guest to let me get back to my coma.
If the man in the hallway took
notice of my state, he didn’t let it show. He was tall and sickly thin under
his rumbled three-piece suit. His pale skin provided some severe contrast with
the purple bags under his brown eyes. He was somewhere between forty and
forty-five. His angular face wasn’t familiar, and my frown deepened.
He looked like a potential client,
the I-want-to-know-who-my-wife-is-banging type, but they rarely showed up to my
private address unannounced. I made a lot of enemies in my professional career,
not all of them on this side of the border, so my business card only listed my
cell number.
The suit he wore appeared brand new,
but I frowned more as I realized something didn’t add up. I was no fashion
expert, but the matching of colors between the vest and shirt was off, brownish
orange shirt covered by a purple jacket. Oh, and he wore a tie that matched his
jacket…ugh. The light brown shoes were also at odds with the indigo blue pants.
And there was the smell on the guy. It wasn’t a garbage smell—I’d been around
enough of that over the last month to know it at first whiff—but there was a
smoky quality about it that stood out.
I filed the information away for
later and looked the man squarely in the eye. “What?” I croaked, my tongue
feeling too thick and my mouth too dry.
“Bellamy Vale?” he asked, with an
accent that wasn’t from around here…Middle Eastern, maybe?
I jerked my thumb at the bell next
to the door. It had my name on it.
The man peered down at it perplexed,
then pressed the round button. A shrill ringing shot out of the tiny plastic
box above the door, and the sound sent sharp needles dancing through my brain.
I winced in pain.
“Yeah—yeah, that’s me.” I rushed the
words out, eager to make the noise stop. Damn, but my head was killing me. My
odd gentleman caller took his finger off the button to look at me again.
“I need your help,” he said, “to
find my sister.”
I needed help too, preferably in the
form of another round of painkillers. But that was going to have to wait. I
waved my potential new client inside.
AUTHOR Bio
and Links:
Cristelle
Comby was born and raised in the French-speaking area of Switzerland, on the
shores of Lake Geneva, where she still resides.
She
attributes to her origins her ever-peaceful nature and her undying love for
chocolate. She has a passion for art, which also includes an interest in
drawing and acting.
She
is the author of the Neve & Egan Cases series, which features an unlikely
duo of private detectives in London: Ashford Egan, a blind History professor,
and Alexandra Neve, one of his students.
Currently,
she is hard at work on her Urban Fantasy series Vale Investigation which
chronicles the exploits of Death’s only envoy on Earth, PI Bellamy Vale, in the
fictitious town of Cold City, USA.
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3 comments:
sounds like an interesting book!
Thank you for introducing me to this book.
Thanks for having me!
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