The Love-Haight Case Files 2 by Jean Rabe and Donald J. Bingle offers "other-than-humans" justice and representation. All kinds of monsters here - even a talking gargoyle with "tons" of personality! Check out the excerpt and the giveaway below!
About the Book:
The Love-Haight Case Files Continues...
Book two of the award-winning series is out: no matter if it creeps, crawls, or skitters--the law isn't for the squeamish.
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Supernatural beings are willing to fight for their legal rights!
Since the Summer of Love, the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco has been known for attracting weird and unconventional souls, but things got even stranger when the monsters moved in.
Magic has returned to the world and with it a host of supernatural creatures—not just vampires and ghosts, but sentient gargoyles, ghouls, sprites, faeries, and more. The frightened citizenry, holier-than-thou bigots, headline-seeking reporters, and harried police refer to them as OTs (Other-Than-Humans), but Thomas Brock and Evelyn Love believe even supernatural creatures have legal rights.
Delve into their case files for a genre-bending mix of mystery, horror, suspense, thrills, courtroom drama, and romance. The city’s OT element is sometimes malevolent, sometimes misunderstood, and often discriminated against. Brock and Love represent them all, dead, undead, or alive—whatever the case, whatever the species.
Excerpt from The Love-Haight Case Files 2:
The woman was shapely and fit, had the appearance of an athlete, likely college-aged. She’d been reading something on her phone, but stuck it in her pocket and sat up straight as Evelyn settled across from her.
“Detectives de la policía,” Angela began. “Hablé con ellas.”
“Need me to translate, Evelyn?” Pete called from behind his computer.
Evelyn shook her head. “No. I can—”
“English,” Angela said. “I can use English. Sorry.” She put her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers under her chin. “Fria. It’s chilly in here.” She was dressed in tight red jeans and a peach crop top, a red jean jacket draped over the chair behind her had rhinestone trim.
“I can speak Spanish,” Evelyn said. “A little. Puedo hablar un poco.”
“Sorry. It’s fine. Fine. I get nervous, worked up, and the Spanish comes out. My English is fine. Listen, you’re defending that watery tramp, right? The Rusalka—”
“She’s a nixie.”
“Whatever. You’re defending—”
“Yes, we’ve taken her case.” That was public information; Evelyn wasn’t confiding something she shouldn’t.
“Policia. I’ve been to the police, talked to a detective. They took my statement, said the DA would contact me. But I had to come here, too.”
“We’re defending—”
“—a puta. Ladrona. Mentirosa. Asesina. Murderess. You’re defending a water-breathing murderess. I’m sure she killed Nat. I know she did. I didn’t see anything, but I know. I know she did it and—”
Evelyn laid the pen across the pad. “We’re defending her, Miss—”
“Angela. Just call me Angie.”
“What do you—”
“Want?” Angela dropped her arms to her sides. “I want you to quit the case. I’ve read about you. Well, you and that ghost lawyer Brock. I’ve read that you’re very good and you get OTs off, defend OT rights and—” The young woman’s brow creased in ire. “I want you to drop the whole case. That soggy gold-digging bimbo killed Nat and she needs to pay for it. She needs to fry like a piece of cod on a Friday night.”
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