MUST LOVE HELLHOUNDS ANTHOLOGY
(Other Authors are: Charlaine Harris, Nalini Singh, and Meljean Brook)
“Kate is a great kick-ass heroine, a tough girl with a heart, and her adventures… are definitely worth checking out.” – Locus
Kate is on medical leave and Andrea is sitting in her office. Everything is going well, until a a giant hell dog escapes the Underworld and Raphael, the smoking-hot and very persistent werehyena, asks Andrea to help him track down…
ISBN13: 9780425229590
Excerpt
I sat in a small drab office, one of many in the Atlanta Chapter of the Order of Merciful Aid, and pretended to be Kate Daniels. Kate’s phone didn’t ring very often, so I didn’t have to pretend very hard.
Unfortunately when it did ring, like right now, the person on the other end was rarely interested in a facsimile. They wanted the real thing.
“Order of Merciful Aid, Andrea Nash speaking.”
A female voice on the other end murmured hesitantly. “You’re not Kate.”
“No, I’m not. She’s on medical leave. But I’m filling in for her.”
“I’ll just wait until she comes back.”
I said goodbye to the disconnect signal, hung up, and petted my P226 Sig Sauers laying on Kate’s desk. At least my guns still liked me.
The real Kate Daniels, my best friend and partner in butt-kicking, was on medical leave. And I intended to do my best to let her stay on medical leave, at least until her wounds stopped bleeding. The magic wave fell. The mysterious orange and yellow glyphs on the floor of Kate’s office faded. On the wall, the charged air inside twisted grass tubes of a feylantern turned dark, while the ugly warts of electric lights in the hallway ceiling ignited with soft light. Inside my skin, the secret me stretched, yawned, and curled up for a nap, with her claws securely tucked away.
We lived in an uncertain world: magic flooded us in waves, screwed things up, and vanished. Nobody could predict when it came and went. One always had to be prepared. Sometimes though, no matter how prepared you were, the magic left something behind that you simply couldn’t handle, and then you called the police, and if they couldn�t help, you called the Order. The Order would send a knight, someone like me, who would help you with your magic problems. At least, that’s how it was supposed to work.
Very few people could have expertise in both tech and magic. Kate chose magic. I chose tech. Give me a firearm and silver bullets over swords and sorcery any day.
The phone rang again. “Order of Merciful Aid, Andrea…”
“Can I speak to Kate?” An older male voice tinted with country accent.
“I’m filling in for her. What do you need?”
“Can you take a message for her? Tell ‘er this is Teddy Jo callin’ down from Joshua Junkyard. She knows me. Tell her I was drivin’ on through Buzzard, and I saw one of them fellers she hangs out with, the shapeshifters, run like hell through the Scratches. Right below me. There was a big dog chasin’ him.”
“How big was the dog?”
Teddy Jo mulled it over. “I’d say as big as a house. A one story. Maybe a bit bigger. Not as big as one of them colonials, you understand. A regular person house.”
“Would you say the shapeshifter was in distress?”
“Hell yeah, he was in distress. His tail was on fire.”
“He ran like his tail was on fire?”
“No, his tail was on fire. Like a big furry candle on his ass.”
Bingo. Green five, shapeshifter in dire distress. “Got it.”
“Well, you tell Kate I said hello and not to be a stranger and all that.”
He hung up.
I grabbed my gun belt and sent a focused thought in the direction of Maxine, the Order’s secretary. I had no telepathic abilities whatsoever, but she was strong enough to pick up a thought if I concentrated hard enough. “Maxine, I have a green five in progress. I’m responding.”
“You have fun, dear. I hope you get to kill something,” Maxine’s voice said in my head. “By the way, do you recall that nice young man whose calls you aren’t taking?”
Raphael. He wasn’t exactly the type of man a woman would forget. “What about him?”
“He usually calls for you twice a day, at ten and at two. He hasn’t phoned today. At all.”
I killed a twinge of disappointment. “Perhaps he got the message.”
“Could be. Just thought you would like to be aware.”
“Thanks.” Raphael was trouble. And I had enough trouble as it was.
I picked up my favorite pair of P226s and ducked into the armory, where I kept my assortment of guns. As big as a house, huh? I took my Weatherby Mark V rifle off the rack, petting the hand-laminated fiberglass-and-Kevlar stock. A classic. When you absolutely have to have a job done correctly, use the best tool for it. There was only one weapon with more stopping power in the armory. Referred to as Big Unit by male knights, and Boom Baby by me, it sat in a glass case all by itself. Boom Baby ate Silver Hawks: .50 armor-piercing, incendiary, explosive, silver load cartridges. To get Boom Baby out of its case, I’d have to show a lot of probable cause. That was fine with me. Weatherby would more than do the job.
I grabbed .416 Remington Magnum cartridges and headed out the door, before somebody decided to stop me.
MUST LOVE HELLHOUNDS ANTHOLOGY
(Other Authors are: Charlaine Harris, Nalini Singh, and Meljean Brook)
“Kate is a great kick-ass heroine, a tough girl with a heart, and her adventures… are definitely worth checking out.” – Locus
Kate is on medical leave and Andrea is sitting in her office. Everything is going well, until a a giant hell dog escapes the Underworld and Raphael, the smoking-hot and very persistent werehyena, asks Andrea to help him track down…
ISBN13: 9780425229590
Excerpt
I sat in a small drab office, one of many in the Atlanta Chapter of the Order of Merciful Aid, and pretended to be Kate Daniels. Kate’s phone didn’t ring very often, so I didn’t have to pretend very hard.
Unfortunately when it did ring, like right now, the person on the other end was rarely interested in a facsimile. They wanted the real thing.
“Order of Merciful Aid, Andrea Nash speaking.”
A female voice on the other end murmured hesitantly. “You’re not Kate.”
“No, I’m not. She’s on medical leave. But I’m filling in for her.”
“I’ll just wait until she comes back.”
I said goodbye to the disconnect signal, hung up, and petted my P226 Sig Sauers laying on Kate’s desk. At least my guns still liked me.
The real Kate Daniels, my best friend and partner in butt-kicking, was on medical leave. And I intended to do my best to let her stay on medical leave, at least until her wounds stopped bleeding. The magic wave fell. The mysterious orange and yellow glyphs on the floor of Kate’s office faded. On the wall, the charged air inside twisted grass tubes of a feylantern turned dark, while the ugly warts of electric lights in the hallway ceiling ignited with soft light. Inside my skin, the secret me stretched, yawned, and curled up for a nap, with her claws securely tucked away.
We lived in an uncertain world: magic flooded us in waves, screwed things up, and vanished. Nobody could predict when it came and went. One always had to be prepared. Sometimes though, no matter how prepared you were, the magic left something behind that you simply couldn’t handle, and then you called the police, and if they couldn�t help, you called the Order. The Order would send a knight, someone like me, who would help you with your magic problems. At least, that’s how it was supposed to work.
Very few people could have expertise in both tech and magic. Kate chose magic. I chose tech. Give me a firearm and silver bullets over swords and sorcery any day.
The phone rang again. “Order of Merciful Aid, Andrea…”
“Can I speak to Kate?” An older male voice tinted with country accent.
“I’m filling in for her. What do you need?”
“Can you take a message for her? Tell ‘er this is Teddy Jo callin’ down from Joshua Junkyard. She knows me. Tell her I was drivin’ on through Buzzard, and I saw one of them fellers she hangs out with, the shapeshifters, run like hell through the Scratches. Right below me. There was a big dog chasin’ him.”
“How big was the dog?”
Teddy Jo mulled it over. “I’d say as big as a house. A one story. Maybe a bit bigger. Not as big as one of them colonials, you understand. A regular person house.”
“Would you say the shapeshifter was in distress?”
“Hell yeah, he was in distress. His tail was on fire.”
“He ran like his tail was on fire?”
“No, his tail was on fire. Like a big furry candle on his ass.”
Bingo. Green five, shapeshifter in dire distress. “Got it.”
“Well, you tell Kate I said hello and not to be a stranger and all that.”
He hung up.
I grabbed my gun belt and sent a focused thought in the direction of Maxine, the Order’s secretary. I had no telepathic abilities whatsoever, but she was strong enough to pick up a thought if I concentrated hard enough. “Maxine, I have a green five in progress. I’m responding.”
“You have fun, dear. I hope you get to kill something,” Maxine’s voice said in my head. “By the way, do you recall that nice young man whose calls you aren’t taking?”
Raphael. He wasn’t exactly the type of man a woman would forget. “What about him?”
“He usually calls for you twice a day, at ten and at two. He hasn’t phoned today. At all.”
I killed a twinge of disappointment. “Perhaps he got the message.”
“Could be. Just thought you would like to be aware.”
“Thanks.” Raphael was trouble. And I had enough trouble as it was.
I picked up my favorite pair of P226s and ducked into the armory, where I kept my assortment of guns. As big as a house, huh? I took my Weatherby Mark V rifle off the rack, petting the hand-laminated fiberglass-and-Kevlar stock. A classic. When you absolutely have to have a job done correctly, use the best tool for it. There was only one weapon with more stopping power in the armory. Referred to as Big Unit by male knights, and Boom Baby by me, it sat in a glass case all by itself. Boom Baby ate Silver Hawks: .50 armor-piercing, incendiary, explosive, silver load cartridges. To get Boom Baby out of its case, I’d have to show a lot of probable cause. That was fine with me. Weatherby would more than do the job.
I grabbed .416 Remington Magnum cartridges and headed out the door, before somebody decided to stop me.
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I loved getting to read some from Andrea’s point of view and how the Andrea/Raphael relationship finally came about. It wasn’t shown in the Kate books so it was a great read for an avid fan
. Glad I bought the anthology!