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Mystery + A Dash Of Red-Hot Romance ♥️

A Snarky Urban Fantasy Detective Series by Deborah Wilde. Books 1-4 of the Jezebel files includes Blood & Ash, Death & Desire, Shadows & Surrender, and Revenge & Rapture. Grab the whole series now!

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Levi strolled behind me, heat rolling off him.

Head bowed, I stopped in the middle of the platform, gripped the cold metal railing, and flinched because I’d caught a jagged part of the railing’s seams. I tried to speak, tried to move, but I was paralyzed. My insides twisted, radiating a stabbing pain that built and built and then burst like a supernova, hot and sharp.

Fire blazed through my body, a searing agony that lit up every nerve ending. Had I not been clutching the railing, I’d have fallen because my legs had turned to Jell-O.

There was a mild tug and then a punch that felt like a multi-armed giant was bashing its way out from inside my skull.

Violent shudders wracked me from head to toe and I screamed, but no sound came out.

A tiny drop of blood beaded on my finger. I sucked down a harsh breath, mesmerized by that drop that was so red and earthy.

“Ash.” Levi’s irises were no longer merely blue but the electric wild skies after a storm. They practically glowed and, between them and the glare of the moon, I had to look away.

The overpowering smell of the saltwater from the dolphin pool below made me gag but was tempered by the mild musky sandalwood scent of Levi’s cologne.

“You’re not having a seizure, are you?” he said.

Why did he have to be such a jerk?

From one blink to the next, the bloody smear on my finger morphed into a solid shaft about eight inches long with a bulbous end that I instinctively jabbed Levi back with.

“Did you just–that’s–that’s a…” Levi stuttered. “You hit me with a magic dong?”

We both stared at the offending item in my hand.

“It’s a sword,” I said.

“I’ve never seen a sword shaped like that,” he growled. “You’re Nefesh?” His expression darkened in fury.

Maybe I was actually unconscious, and all this was some kind of fever dream?

“As if,” I said. “I thought I’d liven up this snoozefest with a giant, you know. I’ve been carrying it in my dress this whole time waiting for the right moment to spring it. Hilarious, huh?”

Okay, as lies went, it was admittedly somewhere between “the check is in the mail” and “I won’t come in your mouth” for believability, but logic and coherent reasoning had fled in the face of the weaponized “toy”.

“Right. You carried it in your floor-length ‘come get me’ dress with no visible panty line,” Levi said darkly.

“I have a bra.” Stop talking, Ash. I white-knuckled the “sword”. If I really had magic, this was what I produced?

Okay, bright side. I could become a vigilante, going around giving the bad guys of my city a good dicking.

I stepped backward, wanting to get the heck out of Dodge so I could unscramble my brain and figure out how I suddenly had magic, but I was trapped between the railing and a hard place.

Levi grabbed me by the shoulders. “Answer me!”

Panic flooded me, my pulse spiking. One second, I was standing in front of him, the next, I moved with the lithe swiftness of a jungle predator and tossed him to the ground, my knee grinding into his chest and a glinting red dagger poised at his throat.

A dagger that the magic “toy” had transformed into, its blade sharper than any steel.

Oh good, I wasn’t a one-trick pony. A hysterical laugh burbled out of me.

Levi pushed up to dislodge me, but I held him down, which really shouldn’t have been possible, and twisted the knife against his skin. There was a faint rasp as the blade scraped against his light stubble.

What was I doing? I scrambled to my feet, clutching the blood dagger, and pressed the tip against his shirtfront. “Are you going to kill me?”

His face puckered in distaste. “In this suit? It’s Armani. But I do want to know exactly what is going on.”

Excellent question, but I didn’t have an answer. In fact, there were so many I didn’t have that I could barely keep track of them.

The pounding in my ears, the buzz of magic thrumming through me, it was all too much. I lost what little hold I had.

The blade disintegrated into blood, splooshing out on Levi, and turning him into one of the prom goers from Carrie.

So much for the Armani.

Featuring an enemies-to-lovers romance and a savvy female P.I., this giddy sexy detective series will keep you up all night. Reading, that is...

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