I've been a fan of this author since reading Spindle back in 2015. I really need to catch up on her books and have most of them. This is her newest series and one that I know I'll love, especially since I've been in the mood for some paranormal lately. You can grab the first two books at Audible here and here. Check out an excerpt and enter a giveaway below...
Between JobsBy W.R. Gingell
Adult Paranormal Suspense
Paperback, Audiobook & ebook, 244 Pages
May 31st 2018
Summary
When you get up in the morning, the last thing you expect to see is a murdered guy hanging outside your window. Things like that tend to draw the attention of the local police, and when you’re squatting in your parents’ old house until you can afford to buy it, another thing you can’t afford is the attention of the cops.
Oh yeah. Hi. My name is Pet.
It’s not my real name, but it’s the only one you’re getting. Things like names are important these days.
And it’s not so much that I’m Pet.
I am a pet.
A human pet: I belong to the two Behindkind fae and the pouty vampire who just moved into my house. It’s not weird, I promise—well, it is weird, yeah. But it’s not weird weird, you know?
Excerpt from Between Jobs
It was
a weird experience, shopping with a vampire. Maybe it would have been less
weird if he hadn’t been a Korean vampire. Maybe it would have been easier if I
could communicate with him—or at least if he could communicate with me. I was certain he understood
everything I said, but I didn’t have a clue what he was saying, and he wasn’t
trying very hard to make sure I did, either. If he particularly wanted
something he inexorably steered the shopping trolley in that direction with one
finger on the side of it, no matter how hard I tried to go in any other
direction.
After
a bit, I gave up and let him pull the trolley along wherever he wanted to go. I
would have shaken some garlic at him if it wasn’t for the fact that he threw a
whole punnet in the trolley as we went through the fruit and veg section
anyway.
“Sure
you’re a vampire?” I asked sourly.
“Ne,” JinYeong said, and went for the
onion as well.
“And
who’s gunna peel all that garlic, I’d like to know?” I demanded. Or chop it, if
it came to that.
JinYeong
shrugged and smiled complacently.
“That’s
what I thought,” I said, even more sourly, and steered the trolley down the dog
food aisle. I could see the cold section at the end of it, where I would find
the bacon I needed to make my bacon and mushroom pasta. It looked bright and
cool down there, through the oddly twilit aisle, and it occurred to me that
some of the lights in the dog food aisle must be on the blink. I looked up at
the fluorescent tubes, but they weren’t there—instead, there was the much
gentler glow of small lights in straight, fluorescent-tube-length lines dotting
a ceiling far higher than it should have been.
“What—?”
I said.
Beside
me, JinYeong made a surprised sound and keeled over.
I
didn’t so much catch him as I was squashed by him, but I remembered in time
that I was supposed to be making myself indispensable to my three psychos. I
grabbed the shoulders of his coat to stop him hitting his head on the shelving.
Down
the end of the aisle—had it been that far away or that indistinct before?—three
men approached us. It must have been my imagination that gave them four arms
each, but I knew I wasn’t imagining the knives they had in each of their four
hands because one exactly the same was sticking out of JinYeong’s chest, the
silver-embossed characters on its hilt glowing softly at me. And now someone’s
four-armed self only had three knives.
“What?”
panted someone’s voice again, and it must have been mine, because JinYeong
didn’t speak English and there was nobody else nearby. Well, nobody but the
four-armed men who were sprinting at us down the length of the aisle, and if
they really did have four arms I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be speaking
English, either.
I
yelped and hauled JinYeong’s prone body back toward the end of the aisle,
careless of the damage to his pants legs, but the edge of the end shelving
caught the ankle of my jeans and sent me tumbling backwards with my armful of
vampire and cloth before I could clear the aisle. There was a moment of
startled comprehension that I was probably going to die, then something swept
past us both in a streak of white, cold, fury, meeting the charge of the
four-armed men.
I
struggled to sit up, my elbows hooked under JinYeong’s armpits, and suddenly there
was Zero’s broad back and leathery scent, planted directly between us and our
attackers.
Over
his shoulder, Zero said crisply, “Pull the knife out. He’ll be fine.”
I
pulled it out before I could think about it—at once. At least, I thought it was
at once, but between seeing my hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife, and
seeing that blade oozing with dark blood, free from JinYeong’s torso, there was
a big, blank moment. There must have been, because when I looked up from the
bloody blade Zero’s face was right behind it, and there was something black and
sticky and wet on his face, too.
“Stay
behind me,” he said.
I
thought he was talking to me, but JinYeong coughed up a small spurt of blood
and sat up, dragging me with him. He said, slightly hoarsely, “Ye, Hyung.”
Other Books in the Series
About the Author
W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author who lives in a house with a green door. She loves to rewrite fairytales with a twist or two–and a murder or three–and original fantasy where dragons, enchantresses, and other magical creatures abound. Occasionally she will also dip her toes into the waters of SciFi. You can visit her Amazon Author Page HERE.
W.R. spends her time reading, drinking an inordinate amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees.
Giveaway
1 winner will receive audiobooks of BETWEEN JOBS and BETWEEN SHIFTS, the first two books in The City Between series (audiobook codes will be given through Tantor)
Provided by the author
Ends June 17, 2019
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