Welcome to the world of Allie Nighthawk, corpse whisperer and badass zombie hunter.“If you raise deadheads, you’d better be able to put ‘em down. Nobody said it was pretty. But in this day, when vampires aren’t just for breakfast anymore, and the dead are disposable pawns for necromancers, someone has to ante up. Looks like I won the lotto. Imagine my delight. You should thank me, really, because the world is batshit crazy.”When the zombie population spikes and no one knows why, it’s up to Allie to solve the mystery. But there’s a hitch. She’s stuck babysitting Leo Abruzzi, a zombie-bitten gangster who’s turning state’s evidence. But the mob and a powerful necromancer will stop at nothing to take Leo and Allie down.
Allie Nighthawk is Anita Blake on steroids, with a fondness for leather and Jack on the rocks. She has a healthy dose of Stephanie Plum and Rachel Morgan in her, too, though she’d never admit it.
The battle between good and evil just got wicked fun.
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Boldwood's characters are often disreputable and not to be trusted. They are kicked to the curb at every conceivable opportunity. No responsibility is taken by this author for the dastardly and sometimes criminal acts committed by this ragtag group of miscreants.
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“Hey, Miriam,” I yelled, as she gnawed on the rib spreaders. “Wassup, girl?”
She whirled around and issued a series of snarls and grunts, then began to advance.
“We’ve got a few questions. Can you help us out?”
She lowered her head and growled.
Rico pulled Lloyd behind a gurney and stared at me in disbelief. “This? This is your big plan? What could possibly go wrong?”
I took out my Ka-bar knife and held it by my side. Sweat trickled from my temples, as I joined Rico and Lloyd behind the gurney.
Lloyd pushed me away. “Get your own gurney, lady. This one’s full.”
“Careful, Lloyd, if she doesn’t bite you, I might.” I waved at Miriam to get her to focus on me. “Who killed you, Ms. Miller?”
She lashed out like a psychotic, flesh-eating windmill, whipping the Ka-bar out of my hand. It skittered across the floor and slid deep beneath the stainless-steel sink.
Hells bells. Things were getting out of hand.
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