What happens in Darker Days...
Jessie Darker goes to high
school during the day, but at night she helps with the family investigation
business. Cheating husbands and stolen inheritances? They’re your girls—but
their specialty is a bit darker. Zombie in your garage? Pesky Poltergeist living
in your pool? They’ll have the problem solved in a magical minute. For a
nominal fee, of course...
When gorgeous new client, Lukas
Scott, saunters into the office requesting their help to find a stolen box, it
sounds like a simple case—until the truth comes out. The box is full of Sin.
Seven deadly ones, in fact.
They’ve got five days to
recapture the Sins before they're recalled by the box, taking seven hijacked
human bodies with them. Easy peasy—except for one thing...
There’s a spell that will allow
the Sins to remain free, causing chaos forever. When the key ingredient
threatens the life of someone she knows, Jessie must make the ultimate choice
between love and family—or lose everything.
I don’t know
about you guys, but I’m totally hooked. The cover is catchy and tasteful, a bizarre background image that brings to mind a number of things that I can’t wait to see blend together. And
just so you convince yourself if you’re still unsure, here’s an excerpt to make
us salivate in the wait…
“So not
your biggest fan at the moment,” I said, closing the office door behind me. The
runofffrom my jeans had soaked my sneakers pretty good. With each step, I gave
a slight squishing noise accompanied by an annoying squeak against the old tile
floor.
From across the room, Mom stared. “What
happened to you?”
“It attacked me.” Tossing my bag on
the couch, I sank into her chair and made sure to grind my butt into the
cushion. Got it nice and wet. I was all about sharing the love—and right now,
the love was soggy.
She laughed, waving a folder in my
direction. “Surely you’re overreacting. It was one little zombie. They don’t
attack people.”
“I’m serious, Ma. It tried to drown
me. And the client assaulted me with ugly footwear. As far as punishments go,
I’d say we’re probably square. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“You’re serious?” Amused expression
now replaced by concern, she crossed the room and leaned over her desk to get a
better look at me.
“As a coronary.” Once I was sure
the chair had sponged up all it could, I stood and huffed past her. Pulling at
my favorite T-shirt—the word Fate
inside a blood red heart, is a four
letter word on the back—I said,
“Child welfare would not be happy to
hear you tried to feed your only child to a walking corpse…”
“But why would it attack? Did you
provoke it?” Folding her arms, she frowned. “Insult it, perhaps?”
I winked at her. “Provoke it? Sure. I went and wiggled my
ass in front of it yelling lunch just
to see what’d happen.” I’d called it Stinky, but that didn’t count as an
insult. Something couldn’t be considered an insult if it was true, right?
Right eyebrow twitching, she fought
against a smile. “But you’re okay, right? No bites, broken bones, head
injuries, possessions…?”
I smiled and did a little twirl. “All in
one piece and still me.”
Mom had a checklist she went through at
the end of each job. I was known for taking almost as much damage as I
inflicted.
“Oh, and you’re probably going to get a
call from the client. I sorta smashed her fence in the process.”
Mom groaned. “I told you to be more
careful.”
“It’s not like I tried to break anything.”
“Something tells me you didn’t try
hard enough not to break anything,
either.”
“In my defense, it wasn’t a simple
trap and slap…”
“We can’t afford this.” She reached
down and pulled a white envelope out from under a stack of papers. “This is the
bill for that Mercedes you smashed.”
“Oh! So not my fault. How was I
supposed to know that Spring Heel was gonna land on the car? If it makes you feel any better, I think he was aiming
for my head…”
“If you keep this up, we won’t even
be able to afford the rent.”
She was right, of course,
and it made me feel horrible. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a wrecking ball wrapped
in blue jeans. Take my cut of this job and put it toward the repairs. Keep my
paycheck for the next month, too.” A good start, but it didn’t feel like
enough. Sure, it would cover the damages—I hoped—but I felt guilty about
upsetting her. The bills that were piling up kept her awake at night. This was
only going to make things worse. We got a fair amount of business, but the
overhead in our line of work was sky high.
As much as I hated the idea, I knew what
would cheer her up. “I’ll even throw in pet possessions for the next month.”
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About
Jus Accardo
JUS
ACCARDO spent her childhood reading and
learning to cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps as a
chef, she applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. At the
last minute, she realized her path lay with fiction, not food, and passed on
the spot to pursue writing. Jus is the bestselling author the popular Denazen series from Entangled publishing
and is currently working on the first book in a new adult series due out summer
2013. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband,
three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.
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