Résultats de "Heather G Harris" dans Toutes les catégories

I’m Jinx, a private investigator, a truth seeker, and a wizard. You'd think of all those skills would make it so easy for me to get to the heart of things. And honestly? I thought I knew what had happened to my parents that night. But I've taken a tumble down the rabbit hole and everything I thought I knew was topsy turvy. I'm trying to get my head screwed on right, but some rude SOB keeps trying to kill me. Worse, I think it's the same guy that targeted my parents. I need to stay alive long enough to bring him to justice. The problem with that is that it looks like we've got a mole.

I’m Jinx, a private investigator, a truth seeker and an empath. Even with all that magic at my fingertips, I don’t know if I can save my best friend. And she’s not the only ill one. The magical creatures of the Other Realm are falling sick - even the supposedly immortal ones. The illness is striking two by two like a plague-filled Noah’s Ark. The mermen asked for help first, but it turns out they’re just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll do anything to save the stricken victims - even if it means working with my parents’ own killer….

I’m Jinx, a run-of-the-mill private investigator...except I’m also a walking, talking lie detector. Oh, and I belong to magical realm known as the Other. Murder isn’t usually my gig, but when I’m hired to investigate the death of a dryad called Reggie, I agree to help out because I know his grieving widow. It should be an easy case to crack, a mugging gone wrong, but the murder scene photos show it was anything but. Reggie’s death has all the hallmarks of my parents’ murders so I’ll stop at nothing to finding his killers.

I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill - but let’s face it, it’s not normal. When I’m hired to find a missing university student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar - yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild. She’s also being tracked by the implacable and oh-so-sexy Inspector Stone. Stone and I team up, and he shoves me into a realm where magic is real – a place where there are vampires and werewolves, dragons and trolls.

After the shit that went down in Chrome Mine, I’m beginning to fear that I may never see my Sidnee again, because the Sidnee I’ve been left with? She’s downright scary. Just as we try to catch our breath, calamity strikes anew: the Mayor’s son has been murdered, and suspicion is being thrown around like confetti—from the mayor himself to nearly half the town, including the usually mild-mannered Sidnee.

I thought I was finally getting the hang of being a paranormal policewoman, but when one of the gemstones powering the barrier around the town is stolen, I’m as terrified as the average Joe. Of course, there’s nothing average about the Joes in this town. It’s chock full of mythical creatures, and some of them think the barrier is a waste of time. Well, I’ve seen the cryptid monster beyond and I know we’re doomed if the magical palisade ever fails. Calling what would follow a massacre would be a gross understatement.

Ok, so not much sex is going on. The closest I’ve gotten to some action is a date with Stan which ended in disaster. But with all the eye-candy walking around this small town, including the sexy vampire leader, Connor, I’m definitely re-thinking my ‘no dating’ rule. I don’t get the chance to do much about it though because some ruffians think it’s funny to break into the Grimes’ moonshine shop.

Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why. The vampires want me to stay with them for one hundred years of indentured servitude but I have this thing about following orders so I ran from the streets of London to the wilds of Alaska. I have an eidetic memory and a can-do attitude. I can-do anything to get away from the vampire king. So when the Sheriff of Portlock, a hidden paranormal town, invites me to be his assistant, I say sure thing. It beats servitude hands down.

Betrayed, alone, and furious, I have plenty of time to plot my revenge. They’re not even going to see me coming. Whoever said revenge is a dish best served cold didn’t know a damned thing. Revenge is hot and fiery and I’m going to rain hell on the ones responsible for tearing me away from Emory on our wedding day. A daemon is stalking the Other Realm, and enough is enough. It’s time to bring him down to the depths of hell where he belongs. Hell hath no fury like a women scorned.

When Amber DeLea darkens my door a few days before Christmas, I'm expecting trouble. Instead, her orphan ward Jade has lost her Christmas stocking, and Amber wants me to find it

I’m Lucy, alpha werewolf of a pack that hates me. I inherited the pack when I mercy-killed the current alpha at his behest. I did the right thing, but it’s left me head of a werewolf pack who resent that I still live and breathe while their old alpha doesn't.

As a private investigator, being a walking talking lie detector is a useful skill but let's face it, it’s not normal. You'd think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven't been able to track down my parent's killers.

My mum told me I could be anything I wanted to be–and it turns out that I want to be an alpha werewolf. I’m finally starting to get a hang of this alpha malarkey when destiny sticks her oar in once again.

I hate finding corpses. For some reason, my enemies think dead bodies work as a communication method. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer a letter. When I find a pulverized gargoyle on my lawn, I can’t help but think things are about to get rocky. The gargoyles don’t expect me to look into the death, but who can ignore murder on their doorstep.

I’m Lucy. Your average accountant turned alpha werewolf. An affair with the wrong succubus sent me tumbling into a magical realm I'd never even dreamed existed. I was just adjusting to pack life when I was asked to mercy kill the current alpha. I'm not a total bitch, so I did what he asked, but it's left me as alpha of a pack I don't know, full of people who resent that I still live and breathe while the old alpha doesn't.

I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill—but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers. When I’m hired to find a missing university student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar—yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild.

Kaum hat Privatdetektivin Jessica Sharp, genannt Jinx, die Neuigkeit verkraftet, dass eine magische Parallelwelt existiert – ganz zu schweigen davon, dass ihre sanftmütige Dogge Gato in Wahrheit ein Höllenhund mit schwarzen Stacheln auf dem Rücken ist –, muss sie auch schon in einem neuen Fall ermitteln: Eine Baumnymphe wurde auf offener Straße ausgeraubt und ermordet. Schnell findet Jinx heraus, dass das Opfer in Geschäfte mit einem hochkriminellen, magischen Drogenhändlerring verwickelt war.

I thought tracking down an Eternal Flame would be the hardest part of this trip. Turns out, I was wrong. Between a hidden magical village, a smug lake monster, and a high priestess who may or may not hold the key to fixing my mistakes, I’m starting to think I should have stayed in bed. But I don’t have that luxury. My magic is growing stronger by the day, but it’s volatile, and if I don’t get a grip, I won’t just lose control—I’ll lose everything.

Things go from bad to worse when I get a summons to attend the vampire king’s court, where I get my marching orders. I’m given one lousy week to get my affairs in order, and then I’m to present myself to the conclave to commence my hundred years of indentured servitude, where I get to learn Vampire 101.

Curses are falling on this town like rain in London. Just when I think I’ve found a link between the hexed victims, someone else shows up who’s been jinxed. It feels like the devil is playing darts with my paranormal town and if the dart hits you, you get whammed with a curse. To be honest, I haven’t a clue how to find the perpetrator. My sole lead is pointing at the travelling black market that has just arrived in Portlock. That would be all fine and dandy — if I could find it. Weirdly, no one is willing to direct the cops to a highly illegal market.