To Catch Her Death
Grim Reality Series
Book One
Boone Brux
Boone Brux
Genre: Paranormal Humor
Publisher: Red Hot Publishing
Date of Publication: Oct. 2013
ISBN: e-book – 9781938601118
Print - 9781938601125
Number of pages:250
Word Count: 60K
Cover Artist: Jennifer Meyers & Hot Damn Designs
What do you get when you cross a hockey mom with the grim reaper?
Me, Lisa Carron.
If being a depressed, frumpy, widowed mother of three wasn’t bad
enough, I just discovered I’m a grim reaper. I know what you’re
thinking. Wow, that’s kind of sexy and full of awesomeness. Hardly.
Oh, and my clients? Stupid people. Like I don’t get enough of that
from the living.
Since Alaska is big and angels of death are few, I’ve been partnered
with reaper extraordinaire, Nate Cramer. He’s strong, silent, and
way too good looking for my recently widowed state. Oh, and he reaps
violent criminals, so that should be interesting.
Forget the danger and the hours of self-analysis it will take for
me to find my reaper mojo. My biggest problem? Hiding it all from my
overly attentive family and nosy neighbors. Now that’s going to take
a miracle.
I was pulled in by the first page, curious to see where the author would go with this crazy concept of mortal grim reapers working out of a corporate office. I especially liked the sliding pay scale for reaching quotas LOL!And crazy-ass secondary characters, crafty teens/pre-teens, and a fun ride. Good character development and world building, I'm looking forward to following the story as it develops and matures- AWESOME start to a series! Go girl!!
“You’re not
welcome here.” He took a step forward and I slapped my hand against
the wall, blocking his path with my arm. If he was a grim reaper
then maybe he couldn’t enter my house until he was invited—like
vampires. “Be gone.”
He
smirked. “I’m not a vampire.”
“I
know you’re not. There’s no such thing.” I rolled my eyes, trying
to give the impression I hadn’t totally been thinking that. “What
do you want?”
“Give
me ten minutes. Then I’ll leave and never bother you again.”
It
sounded too good to be true. “Never ever?”
“I
promise.”
He
didn’t do any kind of scout’s honor hand gesture, so I didn’t
know if I could completely trust him. “Ten minutes.”
In
that amount of time, he could have me sliced up and vacuum sealed, but
what choice did I have. I spun and walked into my kitchen. The idea
of he being a grim reaper was the lesser of two evils made me want to
laugh. Not in a haha, ironic isn’t it way. But a deeply disturbed things keep getting weirder
and weirder way.
His
footsteps followed. I cursed myself. He’d probably leave big, stupid
dirt marks all over my sparkling floor. I scooped up my glass and turned
to face him. My upbringing forced me to offer him a drink. “Would
you like a glass of wine?”
He
held up a hand and shook his head. “No, thank you.”
Hmm, very polite—for
a killer. I pulled out the chair and sat, indicating he should
do the same. I sipped slowly, wishing it was something stronger. “Okay,
speak.”
He
lowered himself into the chair and propped his elbows on the table,
leveling a stare at me. “You are a grim reaper.”
“So
you’ve said.” I took another drink and set down my glass. “Are
we done?”
“Hardly.”
He eased back and sized me up, his gaze narrowing. “All right then,
you explain what happened at the Holiday station this morning.”
I
considered giving him Vella’s explanation, but those reasons sounded
even more ridiculous than reaping a soul. I decided to change tactics.
“Let me ask you this. Why do you think I’m a reaper?”
“We
recently lost one of our own and you came on our radar as the next reaper
in line.”
“Lost
one of your own?” I didn’t like the sound of that at all. “You
mean one of your reapers died?”
He
shifted in his chair. “Yes.”
“That’s
a bit ironic isn’t it? The angel of death dying.”
He
shrugged. “We’re mortal, tools for the greater good of mankind.”
I
refrained from telling him how much of a tool I thought he was. “Isn’t
the grim reaper immortal?”
“You
watch too many movies.”
That was true but I didn’t confirm his statement.
As a bestselling author, Boone Brux’s books range from high fantasy
to humorous paranormal.
A former nanny, Boone has lived all over the
world, finally settling in the icy region of Alaska, where she writes full time.
Always looking for the next adventure, it’s not unusual to find her
traversing the remotest parts of the Alaskan bush. No person or escapade
is off limits when it comes to weaving real life experiences into her
books or blogs.
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