Steele
City Blues
Hell’s
Belle Series, Book
3
Karen
Greco
Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal
romance
Date of Publication: January 3,
2017
Word Count: 98,000
Formats available: epub, mobi, pdf
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig
Book Description:
Blood Ops leader Dr. O is chained
in the bowels of Steele City, the state’s maximum security prison, and the
clock is ticking for Nina and Frankie to bust him out.
Now that supernatural creatures are
out of the closet, Providence is descending into an Apocalyptic wasteland. With
the abrupt shut down Blood Ops, Nina and Frankie are on their own to save Dr. O
and the other supernatural prisoners from certain death. Not knowing where
Demon Mayor Bertrand’s loyalties lie, they are forced to rely on some
questionable allies to battle Leila, a powerful vampire/witch hybrid hell bent
on creating an indestructible supernatural army. She also happens to be Nina’s
mom.
Alliances are tested and
relationships fractured as Nina and her band of supernatural crime fighting
misfits are pushed to the breaking point.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
My 1968 Triumph Bonneville
screamed on the downshift, and I lurched forward. The force almost shot me over
the handlebars. Frankie's bike engine whirred as he raced to catch up with me.
Chapter 1
My 1968 Triumph Bonneville
screamed on the downshift, and I lurched forward. The force almost shot me over
the handlebars. Frankie's bike engine whirred as he raced to catch up with me.
A bullet whizzed past
my ear, the close call more a matter of luck than skill. It was the first
near-miss since these clowns started shooting at us three miles back. Now we
were coming up on the Thurbers Avenue exit on Interstate 95, and the goal was
to lose them on an upcoming curve of the highway.
Mia’s long arms snaked
around me, hanging on for dear life. She squeezed my midsection hard. For a 70-year-old lady, she had
one hell of a grip. I hoped the nervous squeeze was from the sudden increased
speed and not a bullet, since over a mile ago, I had sworn to her that the
idiots chasing us were absolutely, positively, definitely out of bullets.
My bike was a steady
130mph, not even close to top speed. The goons behind us were on those crotch
rockets — fast but zero muscle to them. We could lose them once we got
past Thurbers, the deadliest stretch of highway in Rhode Island.
Not like it mattered
much. Frankie, a vampire, was already dead, so a crash wouldn't kill him. But
if I died, I would go from half to full vampire, and honestly, I wasn't up for
eternal life right then. Ever since my own mother Leila unexpectedly rose from
the dead, killed my aunt and unleashed hell on earth, I wasn't too keen on
sticking around forever. The only exception was if I could exterminate as many
of these punk-ass vigilantes as possible.
But first things first
— getting Mia out of here.
Frankie and I were
tasked with getting Mia from the safe house to the airport. Bertrand, the demon
mayor of Providence, had hooked us up with a supernatural sympathizer who
worked for one of the few airlines still running out of TF Green. The plan was
to smuggle Mia onto the last cargo plane flying out that night. It was
departing at 11:40 p.m. sharp. Mia would fly to San Diego, where she'd be smuggled
to a remote safe house just over the Mexican border. The operation was like an
apocalyptic version of the Underground Railroad for witches, vampires and other
supernaturals, or supernats, who wanted to live peacefully and discreetly among
humans.
As a coven elder whose
magic was so strong that it rivaled pretty much all witches, Mia was an
important figure among supernats, Leila included. Even when she wasn't
practicing, Mia oozed magic. That kind of power put her straight into Mommy
Dearest's crosshairs, a very dangerous place to be. Leila would be able to get
a read on Mia easily. We needed to get to that plane.
Nice and easy, I
pressed on the brakes as the road began to bend. But instead of following my
lead and slowing into the curve, Frankie flew past me.
"What the hell
are you doing?!" I screamed over the wind, knowing his sensitive vampire
hearing would pick up my voice.
Before he could
respond, he lost control and his bike went into a skid. His body, still
attached to the bike, slid across the asphalt roadway, spinning out of control
for a solid 100 feet. The slam of bike and body against the cement barrier
boomed through the quiet night.
"Frankie!" I
yelled into the wind. My instincts screamed at me to open the throttle, but I
forced myself to slow down as I negotiated the dangerous roadway.
When I got through the
turn, I stopped the bike in the middle of the freeway. I yanked Mia off the
back and sprinted towards Frankie, dragging her after me. If those goons caught
up with us, Mia sitting alone on my bike was an easy target.
He was in rough shape,
taking a direct hit to the head that left a crack in the huge cement barrier.
Blood rushed out of his skull like a geyser. The bike could go up in flames at
any second and I wanted to get all of us out of the way. But Frankie’s skull
was split open, his grey matter oozing onto the ground. The bones were already
fusing back together. His noggin knitting shut with his brain bits still on the
pavement wouldn't be a good thing. I had to get them back into his head.
Gritting my teeth, I
scooped up his brains and tried to push them back into his skull. His head was
healing too fast. I couldn't get his grey matter off the pavement fast enough.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out an athame. I pulled his blood-soaked
hair tight, losing my fingers in its thick darkness. Then, without hesitating,
I hacked at the bone to reopen his skull.
"Mia, help
me!" I called to the witch. "There, pick that up." I nodded at
the brain tissue still on the ground. With one final slam, I re-cracked his
cranium. Blood oozed out again. "Shove it in, fast!"
I jammed my fingers
into the crack and stretched it out. His skull popped and cracked under the
pressure, but it gave way so that we could replace what was missing. Mia, without
gagging (bless her witchy soul), picked up Frankie's brain matter and shoved it
back into his head. I released my fingers and, quick as can be, his bones
knitted back together.
"Well done,
Mia!" I said, jumping up to give that heroic witch a hug. I turned just in
time to see a gunman walk up behind her and shoot her point blank in the back
of the head, execution style. She crumpled to the ground. This time it was
chunks of her brain, dark red blood and bits of her broken skull that landed on
my booted foot. Unlike Frankie, there was no fixing this one.
Without hesitation, I
leapt at the gunman, grabbed his head and gave it a sharp twist. His neck
snapped and his body crumpled. I tossed him into the middle of the highway like
a rag doll. He landed right in front of two oncoming motorcycles, the remaining
members of his posse. They both swerved to avoid his body and dumped their
bikes in the choas, spinning out down the highway.
I ran after them, my
living-vampire swiftness getting me there before they could register what
happened. I snatched one up by the back of his leather jacket, dragging him
along the ground to his buddy. That one I lifted off the ground by his throat.
"What the hell
are you, lady?"
That was the one I had
by the back of the neck. The one I had by the throat could only wheeze.
"I am no
lady," I growled. "I am your executioner."
I tossed them both on
the ground and shook out my wrists. A pair of razor sharp blades extended over
each hand, my own special weaponized claws.
"You're human,
right?" I asked with a smile before plunging a blade into each of their
throats simultaneously. I extracted the claws quickly and blood bubbled out of
their necks. Between the blood and the expelling air, their throats made a
gurgling noise.
"Good god,
woman," Frankie said, sneaking up behind me. "Must you always kill in
such a vile way? That sound is atrocious."
"How's your
head?" I asked, squinting at him. He wasn't listing when he stood. That I
could see, at least.
"What are you
talking about?" he puzzled. "Come on now, let's clean up your
mess."
I wiped the bloody
blades against my jeans. "Leave it."
"Are you mad? If
we leave this...."
"What? Leila will
send her goons out looking for me?" I said, toeing at one of the lifeless
bodies. "These were her goons, and they were after Mia, not me."
"Mia?"
Frankie looked confused for a minute. "Mia...I can't quite..." His
clouded expression went bright with alarm. "Mia! Wait, where is Mia?"
I gave my arms a quick
shake. The blades retracted. "They got her, Frankie."
"What do you
mean, they got her?" he asked.
I pointed to where Mia
lay in the middle of the highway. Her grey hair was black and sticky from the
blood pooled around her. "Where was I when all this was happening?"
"You took a nasty
bump on the head. You were out for the whole thing."
"Out, like passed
out? Vampires don't pass out."
"The ones with
traumatic brain injuries do."
Frankie’s eyes went
wide. "Really? I had a traumatic brain injury? And I’m not a vegetable.
Extraordinary."
I wiped my blood
stained hands on my ass. "Frankie, we lost Mia. I just executed three of
Leila's human henchmen. My jeans are ruined. And I need a goddamn drink. What
the hell is so extraordinary about your brain injury?"
His laugh was small
and rueful. "Your dad and I used to argue about what would happen to a
vampire if the brain was injured. Would we survive? Be vegetative? I figured
there had to be something that kept us alive, in a manner of speaking, and
there had to be neurons firing in the brain. So I said we'd be veg."
"Well, you can
give me the 50 bucks you bet then, since he's not here."
"It wasn't a
money wager."
"Bullshit. There
was no way you and my dad had this debate without some sort of monetary bet on
the table.”
Frankie raised an
eyebrow.
I was too tired to
prod further. "Well, since you're not a vegetable, you can help me roll
these two assholes and see exactly who the hell they are."
"What's the
point?" Frankie asked. "They are
human, so most likely they’re bounty hunters."
"Yeah and they
executed Mia. She wasn't just collateral damage. She was their target."
"Right, and they
work for your mom," he said, shrugging.
"Leila," I
corrected him. That woman may have birthed me, but she was not my mother.
"If they worked for Leila, I want to know who they are, where they live,
where they work, who they hang out with. I am sure there are others in their
posse tasked with assassinating other witches."
"Good
point," he conceded. "Should we call Max?"
I shook my head. No
reason to get the FBI involved. Or what was left of it. The Feds now worked for
my mother—I mean, Leila. My team, Blood Ops, no longer had the backing of the
U.S. government. We were the vigilantes.
"Hey ho!"
Frankie called out, digging through a wallet he liberated from one of our
attackers. "Got a driver's license on him, out of Connecticut of all
places. I think this may be near our roving pack of wolves."
I sighed, remembering
the werewolf pack we met just a few weeks ago. It felt like an eternity had
passed since. "That's just great. I have zero interest in talking to those
pricks again. Werewolves are not exactly team players."
"Keep your
friends close, Nina," Frankie reminded me. I stared while he stuffed the
dead guy's money in his jacket pocket.
"Frankie, what
the hell are you doing? We're searching them, not robbing them."
"Nina, the boys
are dead. If they are dead, can I really rob them?"
I opened my mouth to
say something, but he cut me off before I took a breath.
"Don't give me
crap about dishonoring the dead and all that. It's end times, Nina. Grab the
greenbacks while we can."
I didn't argue,
especially since I planned on making the same argument for taking their guns.
Weapons were in even shorter supply than cash, which was becoming more and more
useless anyway. "Find anything else?" I asked, pulling my hands clear
of the pockets of the first guy I took down. "This guy was clearly the
brains of the operation. He has no identification on him."
"Let's get off
the streets then," Frankie said. "Back to the bar?"
"Let's split up
though. Something doesn't feel right," I said.
"What do you
mean, love?"
"I mean, it feels
like we're being watched."
Frankie did a
360-degree turn in the middle of the dark highway. No one seemed to be around
us for miles. "That's paranoia, Nina, and they have pills for that."
I shook my head.
"I trust my gut here, Frankie. Someone's been on our tail since
yesterday."
"Your mum—"
he started and I shot him a look. "Sorry. Leila. She's had trackers on us for days."
I shivered, feeling those invisible eyes on me
again. "No, it's not her. It's something else. Not sure what."
"So it's your
witchy senses tingling?"
I looked down the
interstate. The streetlights were out, and most of the houses and high-rise
buildings in the distance were dark. The blinds on every window within view
were closed tightly.
I nodded. "You
stay on the highway. I'll take the back roads and meet you at Babe’s."
"Right,"
Frankie said. "And if one of us doesn't get there in 30 minutes, the other
sends out the cavalry."
"You mean
Bertrand, don't you?" I asked, growing cold at the mention of his name.
"He's all the
cavalry we have at the moment," Frankie said.
That was true.
Bertrand was our only lifeline right then, but a demon can't be anything but a
demon. That meant he was playing both sides – mine and Leila’s – so he'd end up
on the winning one. But the winning side was, more often than not, the demon’s.
Frankie picked his
bike up off the ground and swore at the damage on the left side. "Bloody
hell, I don't remember dumping my bike," he muttered before the roar of
his engine cut his voice off.
I straddled my bike
and started her up, the rumble soothing. I glanced over at Mia, her slight body
crumpled in a spreading pool of blood. One more innocent victim in a
supernatural genocide. And I failed to protect her.
I kicked my motorcycle
into gear and headed to the first exit to take the back roads to Babe’s, before
the cops got wind of the mess littering the highway.
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I love this so much!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, those covers make me SWOONY. I want to look like that in leather. #butforreal
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