Inquisitor
Witch
and Wolf, Book
One
RJ
Blain
Genre: Urban /
Paranormal Fantasy
Publisher: Pen
& Page Publishing
Date of
Publication: May 16, 2014
Cover Artist: Chris Howard
Book
Description:
When Allison is
asked to play Cinderella-turned-Fiancée at a Halloween ball, the last thing she
expected was to be accused of murder on the same night. She has to find the
killer and quick, or she'll be put to death for the crimes she didn't commit.
To make matters worse, the victims are all werewolves.
On the short
list of potential victims, Allison has to act fast, or the killer will have one
more body to add to his little black book of corpses.
There's only one
problem: One of the deaths has struck too close to home, and Allison's desire
for self-preservation may very well transform into a quest for vengeance...
This
book can be read as a standalone, it is part of a linked series
Excerpt from Inquisitor
“I can’t believe you brought me to New York on today of all days.” I
nodded my head at the park, but taking in the entirety of the city in a single
gesture. Even in the relative peace of the park, I could hear the bustle, the
honk of horns, and the noise of the restless cityscape. Atlanta wasn’t much
different downtown, but at least it was home.
“Oh, come off it, Allison. You
like Halloween.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe a
little. I still can’t believe you brought me here, though.”
“Anyway, you owe me,” he said
before clucking his tongue.
I winced. He had me dead to
rights, and I knew it. Mark gathered favors and cashed them in like currency.
Resisting was futile. “Rub it in my face, why don’t you?”
“Of course I will. Another time.
I’m enjoying myself way too much right now. You’re mine for three whole days,
like it or not.”
“I’m doomed,” I groaned.
He laughed.
I didn’t have the courage to tell
him I meant it. It was bad enough it was Samhain. The full moon would reach its
zenith after nightfall.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going
to pop a tail for real. That’d surprise him. It’d also get me killed. I doubted
the NYPD would appreciate a wolf running loose in the center of their city.
“Seriously, Mark. What’s so
important that you had to fly me in from Atlanta? I do have a job, you know.
I’d even like to keep it.”
“You’re owed three weeks, and at
the rate you’re going, they’re probably getting ready to force you to take the
time off. The way I see it, I’ve done you a favor.”
“Mark,” I growled.
“Okay, fine. It’s my mom. I told
her I had a girlfriend so she’d shut up about me getting married for a while.
She wants to meet her. To meet you.”
I broke into a brisk walk,
cutting across the grass towards one of the other paths through the park. With
luck, he’d get grass stains on his pretty, blue business suit. “You brought me
to New York to dress up as your girlfriend for Halloween?”
I guess it really was going to be
a night for wearing masks and pretending to be the impossible.
If I had a mother, I’m sure she
would’ve been proud. I didn’t cuss, scream, or pitch a fit. I did keep walking
without checking if Mark kept pace with me.
He did. “Come on, Allison. I’ll
make it up to you, I swear.”
“A Halloween party with your
mother, Mark? Have you lost your mind? She’s never going to believe we’re a
couple, for one. Two, you live in New York City. I live in Atlanta. You know,
that place you flew me in from? She’s got no reason to believe us.”
“I might have told her that you
are an old college friend, and we’d been seeing each other on and off since we
got our degrees. It’s even true! Just not for the reasons she thinks. Come on,
Allison. It’s only for one night. And you’ll save me from marrying a woman I’ve
never met.”
I sighed. “Seriously? Did your
mother have you betrothed or something? That’s so two hundred years ago. At
least you had the decency to book me into a good hotel. How did you manage a
room at the Plaza on such short notice?” Using my brown bangs as a shield, I
stared at my friend. He was grinning wolfishly.
“Who said it was on short notice?
I had our room booked six months ago.”
I tripped over my own feet. A
startled cry worked its way out of my throat. Mark’s arm slapped against my
chest as he caught me. With a low grunt, he hauled me upright.
“Careful.”
My face burned. “Sorry.” I drew a
deep breath. Killing Mark in Central Park wouldn’t work — not during the
daytime. There’d be too many witnesses. “Our room?”
“We’re twenty five. We’re young,
healthy adults. There’s no way my mom will believe we’re a couple if we don’t
share a room,” he replied.
“You have a perfectly nice condo,
Mark. I’ve seen it. Why not invite me there instead of booking us a room in one
of New York’s more expensive hotels?”
“Wait until you see the room,”
Mark said. Then he leered at me.
Oh God. I closed my eyes, stood
straight, and once again shoved my hands into my back pockets. No tail. That
was a start. I counted to ten. Then I counted to ten again.
When that didn’t calm me down
enough, I systematically considered all of Mark’s banking accounts I could
probably hack my way into, calculating how much I could siphon off without him
noticing. I wouldn’t do it, but the figure made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
When I managed to quell my urge
to throttle my friend, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “You got a honeymoon
suite, didn’t you?”
“Do try to act surprised when I
propose. At least you have an easy line. Don’t worry, we’ll call off the
engagement in a month or two.”
“Mark.”
“Yes, dear?”
“Give me a reason I shouldn’t
kill you in your sleep tonight.”
“I’m too good looking to kill.”
“No.”
“I pay you exceptionally well for
your accounting skills.”
“True, but no.”
“You like me?” His voice wavered,
and I had to work to smother my grin.
“You sound so confident,” I
murmured. “Fine. I like you. A little. I’ll do it, but you, dear Mark, will owe
me.”
Mark’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he
swallowed. “You wouldn’t really try to kill me, would you?”
I grabbed hold of his tie and
yanked down so I could look him in the eye. A smile tugged at the corners of my
mouth. “I wouldn’t bet your life on it, if I were you.”
The little color he did have fled
from his face. I let him go and resumed walking across the park, whistling a
merry tune.
About
the Author
RJ Blain suffers
from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to
pun without warning.
When she isn’t
playing pretend, she likes to think she’s a cartographer and a sumi-e painter.
In reality, she herds cats and a husband, and obeys the commands of Tsu Dhi,
the great warrior fish.
In her spare
time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan
involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond
villains until she’s satisfied.
RJ
Blain’s Favorite Books & Series
In no particular
order:
Anne McCaffrey’s Pern
Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar & Gryphon
Series
Jim Butcher’s Codex Alera
Brandon Sanderson’s Elantris
Patricia Briggs’ Alpha and Omega &
Dragon Bones
Madeline L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time
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Great cover! love the fire and ice theme! Sounds like an intriguing book.
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