I have me some catching up to do with her series with Sacrificial Magic #5 and Chasing Magic #6.
I keep getting them from the library and running out of time to read them. So I MUST !!
Chess is one of my top three chick leads of all my reading in any genre. She is awesome and Terrible ( yes that is his name) is your most unlikely male lead. He is brilliantly written.
LOVE this cover!
LOVE this cover!
This is Urban Fantasy I think at its best. If you haven't cottoned on to this series, well, I HIGHLY recommend it.
You can check my reviews and even an interview I have with Stacia out from the left side bar. Just click on her author name and scroll down and read.
Michelle
This cover is a commissioned painting by artist Alessandra Kelley. (Sometime soon
I'm planning to have Alessandra here to discuss the process and how the image
went from concept to final cover). Seriously, guys, she drew this. And
painted it. By hand. From scratch, as it were. Isn't that amazing?
The font is called "Dirty Ego" and was designed by Eduardo Recife at Misprinted Type.
Release date to announce SOON!
EXCERPT
His phone beeped. A text.
From Sela. “Home alone. Bored and lonely.”
He knew what that meant. She probably already had her clothes off; she
usually did, when she sent texts like that. Specially when she’d been drinking
some, which he guessed she had been with them shrieky dames she hung
around.
“Something wrong?” Chess asked.
He glanced at her, glanced at the phone, and set it back down. He could
tell Sela he was busy when he got it, be why he ain’t answered. “Naw, naw, just
sayin no problems this night.”
“So what’s happening with that?”
He hesitated. He had to be careful what he told her, causen of what Bump
might say, and causen he ain’t wanted to give her anything might upset her, when
she already weren’t in a great mood.
She mistook his hesitation, and said real fast, “I mean, if you can talk
about it. I know—”
“Naw, naw, ain’t that. Just ain’t got more to say on, dig. Almost done up.
More worried on Slobag, him sneakin over here make trouble, dig.”
“He’s getting past the border streets? I thought you guys had people
watching for that.”
A second’s calculation, before he made the decision. Ain’t like it
mattered. Chess kept she mouth shut. And she weren’t gonna try going down there
sheself; witches ain’t liked the downs. Ghosts were more powerful underground,
she said. “Using them tunnels. Run all under everywhere.”
She hesitated with the water bottle right in front of her lips. The way she
held it made her shirt gap at the neck; he ain’t could see the bite-mark
anymore. Make-up, maybe, or maybe she did some spell or something to hide it.
She could do shit like that. She could do anything. “I thought those were a
myth.”
“Naw. Them real. Only no point starting fighting over em, aye? Just keepin
eyes out. Figure one day we use em. Til then letting Slobag an they think them
got one over, dig.”
She smiled. Aye, whatever she took were hitting her. “Are you ever not
having to think about every little thing you do, and have strategies in place
and shit like that?”
He cocked his eyebrow. “Like you ain’t do the same.”
“Yeah, but only when I’m working.” She looked at him, caught the raised
brow, smiled bigger. “Or, well, okay, maybe not only then. But at least
sometimes I’m not working. You always are.”
“Not here.” He glanced around, wished again his place were nicer. It suited
him fine, and part of the reason he’d picked it was the lack of walls, the lack
of places people could hide, but still. And it was cold, he thought; the back of
his neck felt cold, and he reached up to cover it. “Only place I ain’t gotta do
shit, aye? An ain’t gotta look over my shoulder, see who’s comin up behind,
who’s giving me the try. Only place I’m relaxing, dig.”
“Yeah,” she said. Softly. All of the sudden they ain’t were teasing
anymore. “I guess you have to be really careful, huh. The second you let your
guard down… You never know what people are planning to do.”
He nodded. His turn to feel all awkward, he guessed. Never could decide if
it made him feel good or embarrassed when she knew what he meant so fast on shit
like that. When she understood what he meant. Like she knew him. She knew him
better than anybody else, he figured, cepting Bump. Maybe even better than
Bump.
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