She Might Be Human
But She Can Still Kick Ass
By Jess Haines
Hello there! Jess Haines here. I’m the author of the H&W Investigations series—urban fantasy novels about Shiarra Waynest, a human private investigator in an alternate, present-day New York. Somehow she keeps getting pulled into supernatural troubles way above her pay grade…
This time, she’s here with some friends to tell you about how she holds her own against the big, bad, fanged and clawed things of the night. Take it away, Shia!
Shiarra: Wait, we’re talking about me?
Royce: Of course. I don’t know anyone else who has gone on murderous rampages against Others lately.
Thrane: Murderous rampages—what?
Shiarra: We’re not talking about that.
Clyde: Considering you’re taking advantage of my hospitality, I’d like to hear about it.
Christoph: I thought werewolves were the only ones who went on murderous rampages. It’s in the rules, somewhere.
Shiarra: It’s not like I go werewolf hunting every day. Come on, that was extenuating circumstances.
Royce: Be that as it may, you’ve still killed vampires and werewolves. You’re staying in Los Angeles to put your actions behind you while I sort out the mess.
Thrane: Wait, vampires? You killed some of us? That’s it. I rescind my invitation to sit on my comfy couch.
Shiarra: Oh, come on!
Thrane: I know, it’s very comfy, but it’s not for vampire hunters.
Shiarra: …that… wait, what?
Clyde: Don’t mind him. He’s nothing but a foolish child. I, on the other hand, understand the usefulness of having a hunter in your pocket. Perhaps we could discuss some additional arrangements during your stay—
Royce: No. Absolutely not. She’s staying with you for protection, not to get in more trouble.
Christoph: Question, Mr. Royce. Seeing as I can’t exactly shift to save my skin with this lovely little fashion accessory you gave me, am I in any danger when she gets back to New York?
Shiarra: Hey. Standing right here.
Christoph: Yup, and you can keep the crazy right over there.
Royce: She’s no longer a danger to you, if she ever was.
Shiarra: Thanks? I think?
Royce: Not to say that you aren’t capable of violence, but perhaps you’ll put a little more thought into where it is directed in the future.
Clyde: I can think of a few places to direct it.
Shiarra: I’m starting to think of one, too.
Thrane: What do you use to protect against vampire hunters? I don’t have any crosses or garlic lying around for obvious reasons.
Clyde: If you have to ask, you’ll never know.
Christoph: That’s not a very helpful answer. I want to know, too.
Shiarra: For crap’s sake, I’m not going to hurt you guys. Can’t I just plead temporary insanity and get on with my life? Please?
Christoph: I guess. When I could shift, sometimes I tore apart other werewolves and a few vamps with my bare hands. Claws. Whatever, you know what I mean. So I guess I can understand.
Thrane: Whoa, really?
Christoph: Yup. Enemies of the pack.
Thrane: As long as we’re sharing, I killed my sire with railroad spikes.
Shiarra: And you guys thought I was crazy.
Clyde: Well, when you get involved with the supernatural, you tend to learn that being ruthless is the only way to survive.
Royce: Not the only way. A little mercy and temperance can mean a world of difference in how your time with us is spent. Or ends.
Shiarra: This. This right here is why I’m glad I took self-defense classes.
Christoph: Wait a sec, those help against vampires? Sign me up!
Clyde: Perhaps. Not that it would make a difference against our strength.
Thrane: Quiet, naysayer. Hey, would those classes help with vampire hunters? Asking for a friend.
Shiarra: I guess so. You guys worry me.
Christoph: At least I know who to go to when I need someone to drive terror or a stake through the heart of my enemies.
Shiarra: Oh, fer Chrissakes.
Royce: He does have a point. You might be human, but you’ve proven to be a clever, worthy adversary, even when at your most foolish.
Clyde: I’ll pay for those clever hunting skills of yours any time.
Shiarra: Not in this lifetime.
Clyde: We’ll see about that.
Forsaken by the Others (H&W Investigations #5)
by Jess Jaines
The Others–vampires, werewolves, things that go chomp in the night–don’t just live in nightmares anymore. They’ve joined with the mortal world. And for private investigator Shiarra Waynest, that means mayhem…
Have a one night stand with a vampire, and you can end up paying for it for eternity. P.I. Shiarra Waynest, an expert on the Others, knows that better than most. Yet here she is, waking up beside charismatic vamp Alec Royce with an aching head…and neck. Luckily, Shia has the perfect excuse for getting out of town–namely, a couple of irate East Coast werewolf packs who’d like to turn her into a chew toy.
On Royce’s suggestion, Shia temporarily relocates to Los Angeles. But something is rotten–literally–in the state of California, where local vampires are being attacked by zombies. Who could be powerful enough to control them–and reckless enough to target the immortal? Following the trail will lead Shia to a terrifying truth, and to an ancient enemy with a personal grudge…