While Demarcus and I weren’t a couple any longer, he and Melia were still good friends. But I couldn’t hold that against her, since they’d known each other well before I was an egg in my mother’s ovary.
I pulled up to my apartment building and into a parking space that had my apartment number painted on it. My place wasn’t the Ritz, but it was home.
I flipped the switch, engaging the convertible top. “This was a good visit. You warned me against breaking into Zaid’s house. Thank you, I won’t do that anymore.” When the roof was fully closed and the locks clicked into place I cut off the engine, opened the door and got out of the car. Before closing the door I leaned down and looked over at the gorgeous demi-god that any red-blooded woman would’ve loved to take to her bed and said, “Goodbye, Demarcus.”
He leaned over and fixed his smoldering eyes, that promised great sex, on me. “Aren’t you going to invite me in for a night cap?”
I glanced up at the sky, which was sunny and bright. “It’s not dark yet.”
He reached for the driver’s seat headrest and let his thumb caress the leather, moving it in slow circular motions. I instantly imagined his thumb caressing a certain part of my body. A small, sensitive part of my body.
“We could hang out for a couple of hours,” he said, his voice low and deep. “We could do whatever grown people do to pass the time and then, after we’re done, it’ll be time for that night cap.”
I hadn’t had sex in god knows how long and, even though I would never mention it to him, he was my last lover. I took a deep breath, clamping down on my resolve. “No, thank you.” I closed the door, slamming it hard.
He angled his head so that he could look at me through the window. “You know you were the best lover I ever had, Baby.”
I narrowed my gaze on him. He’d told me that line time after time. “If that’s so true then why did you have sex with any female with a pulse while we were together?”
He opened his mouth as if to say something and then snapped it shut again.
I thumped my hand on the door. “Yeah, thought so.” I turned on my heel, leaving him behind.
“Rain check then?” he hollered after me.
I walked toward my apartment, swinging my keys around my finger. “No,” I said without giving him a backward glance.
I didn’t worry about him following me. Demarcus would find something else to amuse himself with. That was another reason we’d broken up—there was so many of them. I wasn’t enough to hold his attention for long, something more interesting than little old me always came along.
Title: The Underground Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, PI: The Guicai Talisman
Author: A.M. Griffin
Genre: Urban Fantasy
What does a woman have to do to prove she belongs in the Undercity? Sure, I’m unclassed and only half paranormal, but that doesn’t mean I can’t solve cases. Since the established PI’s won’t acknowledge my right to a territory, I’m taking jobs from whoever will hire me, doing what I do best…proving myself to be a bad-ass problem solver. Which is how I find myself breaking into Zaid’s house, looking for a talisman my witch client says the very powerful vampire stole.
Now, I can make flowers grow, hear the wind’s whispers and talk to animals, but I don’t have the gift of seeing the future. If I did, I’d have known not to take this case. Because no matter the outcome, nothing good can come from messing with the Guicai Talisman, or it’s far too gorgeous guardian.
Cover art provided by Erik Reeves http://facebook.com/Erikreevesart
The Lycan Job
Being hired by the Alpha of the Lycan pack to solve the mystery of his son’s death could make my name as a PI in the Undercity—if it doesn’t get me killed first. Not only am I looking for a perp who obviously won’t hesitate to commit murder, but even before I get working on the problem I’m being threatened. That’s not going to stop me though. Neither is interference from Zaid, the hot Vampire who keeps popping up at the most inopportune times.
Yet this turns out to be anything but a straightforward case. I’m learning more about the workings of the Undercity than ever before, and what I’m finding out is pretty ugly. It’s making me question everything I thought I knew about the Houses, and what I’m missing by not being claimed by my father. But that may well be a question I won’t get a chance to ponder, because even tapping into every ability I possess might not be enough to help me survive the Lycan Job.
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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