A growl from behind made my skin crawl. I whipped around. Florian’s face
was grim, his posture unnatural and stiff.
The hairs on my arms stood on end, and I suppressed a shudder. “Are you all
“Can’t.” He propped his hand against the wall. “Not feeling well.”
My gaze followed the direction of his stare. Large crimson stains pooled on
the immaculate living room carpet. Oh crap. Blood.
I turned back. Florian’s pupils dilated to form two black marbles, trained on
me. His canines lengthened, coming to sharp and lethal points. The pounding of
my heart overrode my motor skills, and for a second, I stood rooted to the spot.
This wasn’t how I’d envisioned his secret being revealed to me. I’d pictured
cupcakes, and maybe tissues at the relief of finally being straight with each other,
not a full-out blood frenzy.
Finally, the switch labeled “common sense” flipped and triggered me into
action. I fingered the guards in my pockets. The small plates were my only chance.
Parker placed both elbows on the table, rested his chin on one hand and
regarded me for a moment. “So, Ivy. A P.I., eh?” He smacked his lips. “Don’t take
this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly look like Philip Marlowe.”
“Your point being?” I squinted.
“You’re tiny. I mean, I’m sure you can take care of yourself. What if you
need to overpower a 200-pound man, though? Do you at least know how to shoot
“Shoot?” I scrunched my nose. “Yes. Aim and hit the target? Not so much.
The last guy who made fun of my size still walks with a limp.”
“See, you hit one target right.” His eyes glinted.
I lifted my gaze. “I was aiming for his groin.” I squished my cupcake and
shook my head. “No, I don’t carry a gun. And believe it or not, my size is an
advantage. If you were an unfaithful husband and I followed you to a bar, trust me,
I’d go unnoticed among the usual throng of people.”
Parker’s grin turned mischievous. “Well, Veronica Mars, I hate to be the
bearer of bad news.” His voice reverberated through my nervous system. “I’d
notice you.” He sipped his coffee. “If I was an unfaithful husband, that is.”
The Silverton Chronicles
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Romance/Suspense
Publisher: Smart Heart Publishing
Date of Publication: July 31, 2015
Number of pages: 276 print pages
Word Count: 104k
Cover Artist: Ana Grigoriu
When everyone’s existence depends on the lies they tell, trust doesn’t come easy
Ivy’s neighbors have a secret. They aren’t human. But Ivy has a secret, too. She knows. As long as everyone keeps quiet, she’s happy working as a P.I. by day and chillaxing with her BFF Florian, a vampire, by night. When a routine pickup drops her in the middle of a murder, her two worlds collide. While Florian knows how to throw a punch, deep down he’s a softie. His idea of scary? Running out of hair product. It’s time Ivy faced facts. Even with a vampire on stand-by, one gal can only kick so many asses.
For help, she must put her faith in others. A human, who might just be the one. A demon, who will, for a price, open the doors to her heritage. And a werewolf, who wants to protect her from herself.
Torn between these men, Ivy must tread carefully, because one wants her heart, one wants her body, and one wants her dead.
About the Author:
Carmen lives in the south of England with her beloved tea maker and a stuffed sheep called Fergus. An avid reader since childhood, she caught the writing bug when her Nana asked her to write a story. She also has a law degree, studied physics for a few years, dabbled in marketing and human resources, and speaks native-level German and fluent Geek. Her preferred niches of geekdom are tabletop games, comics, sci-fi and fantasy.
She writes about smart women with sassitude, about pretty cool guys too, and will chase that plot twist, no matter how elusive.
Expect to be kept guessing.
DIVIDE AND CONQUER, Carmen’s first urban fantasy novel, was published in March 2015. To find out more, visit her at www.carmen-fox.com.