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WHEN THE STAKES ARE DEAD -- OR UNDEAD!
Werewolf mobsters and vampires run Vegas, but that's yesterday's news for Delilah Street, paranormal investigator. What's truly fearsome is her bloody discovery of an undead evil rooted in ancient Egypt. Now, with her lover Ric fighting for life after a grim battle, the chips are down.
But Delilah is a born winner who has never let a little danger throw off her game, and she's been learning fast since she came to Sin City. Her affinity for silver is making mirror-walking a real breeze, and being forced to accept the albino rock star sorcerer Snow's Brimstone Kiss has ramped up her powers to a startling new level. With the help of her trusty uber-wolfhound Quicksilver, not to mention the orange demon parking valet Manny, Delilah is determined to solve even more paranormal secrets, and hopefully save the few innocents left in town. But can Delilah win her high-stakes gamble for life and love against ancient gods and lethal supernatural odds?
- Sales Rank: #770491 in eBooks
- Published on: 2009-11-12
- Released on: 2009-11-24
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
"Wonderfully written...a unique take on the paranormal." -- New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong
"An exhilarating urban fantasy that puts the sin in Sin City."
—Alternative Worlds
About the Author
Carole Nelson Douglas, author of more than fifty fantasy and science fiction, mystery, mainstream, and romance novels, was an award-winning reporter and editor for the St. Paul Pioneer Press. After writing some bestselling high fantasy novels and SF thrillers, she imported fantasy notions into her Midnight Louie mystery series, which features a hard-boiled Las Vegas PI who’s a feline “Sam Spade with hairballs.” Her Irene Adler historical series made Carole the first author to use a woman from the Sherlock Holmes stories as a protagonist in the 1991 New York Times Notable Book of the Year, Good Night, Mr. Holmes. She’s won or been short-listed for more than fifty writing awards in nonfiction, sf/fantasy, mystery, and romance genres, including several from the Romance Writers of America and Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine, and the Cat Writers’ Association. In 2008, RT BOOKreviews magazine named Carole a “pioneer of the publishing industry. Carole and husband Sam Douglas, a former art museum exhibitions director and kaleidoscope designer, are kept as pets by five stray cats and a dog in Fort Worth, Texas. She collects vintage clothing, and does a mean Marilyn Monroe impersonation, and, yes, she does dance, but not with werewolves. As far as she knows.
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Chapter One
DEAD TIRED, I headed "home" in the early evening Las Vegas Strip traffic. Instead of sugarplums -- or even three cherries in a slot machine window -- other, far less delightful, images danced in my head.
I was only two days of sleep deprivation past an endless night fighting Vegas's hidden ancient Egyptian underworld of bloodthirsty supernaturals. My cup of nightmares was sure to runneth over for weeks with visions of zombie mummies, hyena carcasses, and vampires in eyeliner.
Even worse would be visual reruns of Ric chained to a dungeon wall under the Karnak Hotel, victim of a vicious suck-fest. That was the ancient Egyptian vampire empire's version of waterboarding as they sought the secret of his ability to raise the dead.
Now my investigative partner was out of the Karnak's supernaturally infested bowels and alive, barely, in a highrise suite at the rival Inferno Hotel. In an hour, Ricardo Montoya had gone from the pit of Hell to the heavens, or the Vegas version of both.
Following Ric's and my separate life-threatening investigations at the Karnak, I was alive but iffy on the matter of my soul and sanity. Ric was in a coma -- possibly more dead than alive -- and possibly possessed of a more compromised soul than I was.
I'd been too frantic to do anything but hover over Ric for hours and was finally heading home under doctor's orders to "freshen up" before returning to his comatose side.
Good advice.
Getting myself together enough to drive my big black '56 Caddy, Dolly, through brassy Vegas Strip traffic forced me to focus. My heart felt a faint ping of security when the Nightwine estate's iron side gates opened automatically to admit us.
After parking Dolly near the carriage house, I could hardly wait to enter my soothing rental digs and start to feel human again. In a city built on flash and flesh, unhuman seemed the dominant life, or death, form.
I headed for the Enchanted Cottage, then stopped. Its Hobbity front door formed a gray wooden frame for something black-and-white and silver all over that stood before it, blocking my way. Yes, this "something" was also "someone" I welcomed seeing. My favorite CinSim.
"Godfrey!" My voice quivered with mingled grief and joy.
"My dear Miss Street," he began in the brisk tones of that fine actor, William Powell, playing the ultra-competent My Man Godfrey in the 1936 romantic comedy film classic. "How splendid to see you alive and well and back on the premises."
Godfrey was my landlord's butler and looked more than double my age. He was actually three or four times it, depending whether you counted birth dates or film dates. Godfrey was as formal as an English tea caddy, but he'd been my first real friend in Las Vegas. That he was a Silver Screen movie image imposed on a zombie body "canvas" made him no less dear to me.
"Where is our Master Quicksilver?" he asked, worried and glancing behind me.
That's what an old-school butler like Godfrey called my adopted hundred-and-fifty-pound dog: "Master Quicksilver."
Godfrey honored my canine companion by addressing him as he would a young male human. Quicksilver indeed had awesome qualities above and beyond the ordinary dog.
Godfrey's always amusing formality helped me focus even more. Stiff upper lip and all. Right.
"Quick's fine, Godfrey. I left him guarding Ric at the Inferno."
"Ah." Godfrey's pencil-thin black mustache twitched ever so slightly with sympathy. "I understand Mr. Montoya is secure and doing well in Christophe's magnificent establishment."
I noticed Godfrey hadn't described Ric as he had me, "alive and well."
"How do you know what's...happened?" I asked.
"Word gets out," he murmured, as discreet as ever.
"'Word.'" My stress-dulled mind grabbed that one piece of mental flotsam and clung to it.
APPARENTLY, "WORD" HAD been thorough enough to make everyone I knew uncomfortable with the "alive" designation for Ric's current state.
That kicked me back into reliving the nightmare of Ric's rescue. I saw our war party retreating quickly through a trail of downed Egyptian warriors, attack mummies, and hyenas as the underground River Nile became one of the rivers of Hell flowing beneath Snow's Inferno Hotel.
Snow's security head, Grizelle, a six-feet-something black supermodel type who can turn that catwalk strut into the stalking stride of a six-hundred-pound white tiger, had borne Ric's unconscious body along so fast she was out of sight.
Snow, acting fast like the big shot he was, had already arranged a state-of-the-art hospital suite in the hotel. No outsiders would know what had happened to Ric. The Vegas bigwigs involved wanted news of a rival supernatural vampire empire at the Karnak kept secret.
I was just as eager to keep Ric's one paranormal power private.
When I caught up with Grizelle at the hotel's forty-second-floor high-roller penthouses, I'd found Snow's designated hospital site was the bridal suite. Ouch.
Snow always played Mr. Discreet, but, like the scorpion, his every move could bear a sting in its tail. My "bridegroom" might never awaken.
I couldn't carp about the setup.
Ric was soon ensconced in a hospital bed so accessorized it resembled a Bowflex home gym. He had twentyfour- hour guards and nursing care. As he slept, blood dripped around-the-clock into his circulatory system, an oddly vampiric process.
That last memory of him made me shudder now.
"MISS STREET." GODFREY gently broke into my dark trip down bad-memory lane. "You're not here to brood, but to rest, recover, and change clothes. Please go inside and do that."
"Oh. Yes. Yes, Godfrey." I looked down at the shopping bags dangling in my hands. "Thanks for packing me some things to use at the Inferno. I'm going right back, of course. Directly back."
"Of course." He used that agreeable tone that didn't quite gibe with what he just said. "I'll wait here until you're safely inside."
"Getting pushy, are we, Godfrey?" I smiled. "I'm supersafe on Nightwine's ultrasecure estate. I'm just not safe alone inside myself right now."
I let Godfrey feel useful. He took and slid my key card into the door slot, nodding good-bye as I shuffled my bootclad feet over the threshold. Everything inside looked the same, but seemed oddly alien.
I felt like I'd been on a two-day bender -- like Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend -- although alcohol hadn't been my downfall. Since I work freelance, weekends don't have the significance for a 24/7 on-call snoop like me that they hold for the forty-hour-a-week wage slave I used to be.
Life in post-Millennium Revelation Las Vegas is one long -- one might even say eternal -- Lost Weekend anyway. Before the millennium turned, party-hearty Vegas was full up with social vices...drinking, dicing, doing anyone and any illegal substances in sight.
Me, here and now, I'd just OD'ed on fighting supernatural crime. I ached from ankle to angst, but mostly I was mentally sucked dry.
I'd left the Enchanted Cottage thirty-six hours earlier a relatively well-adjusted woman with a mildly important mission...handling a rogue CinSim at the Inferno Hotel. That was more a public relations assignment than a serious case for a fledgling paranormal investigator.
Here I was coming home a virtual zombie, a husk who'd danced cheek-to-cheek with sex and death and destruction and -- even more blasphemously -- perhaps given life.
When I left my fairy-tale digs I hadn't anticipated meeting a particularly iconic CinSim: Humphrey Bogart as "gin joint" owner Rick Blaine in the 1942 film classic Casablanca. Who wouldn't want to share a bar with Mr. Noir Guy, even if he was just a CinSim?
Once placed, CinSims are chipped to stay where put, within a room or a set range of so many feet. They are property on loan. One of them strolling off assigned premises, even in their home hotel, was big news.
Wouldn't you know it was tough-guy Bogart/Blaine who'd wandered from his proper place in the hellfire bowels of the Inferno Hotel? He'd made it all the way to the ground-level bar. There he'd asked for me, Delilah Street. Well, he didn't exactly ask for me, personally.
He'd muttered about a woman of my description: "black and blue." That's me on a police blotter -- black hair, blue eyes. Add a funeral-lily pale complexion and red lips and you have Snow White wearing Lip Venom gloss.
Since my "summoning" then and my exhausted return now, my attire had gone from a midnight-blue velvet gown among my personal vintage clothes collection to an armored catsuit fit for a sixties James Bond movie action climax.
The steel-studded, patent-leather suit and crotch-high flat-heeled boots I wore, sans the black mail hood, were unnaturally light and tight and adapted to the wearer's physical dimensions, permanently.
At least Grizelle said so.
That's why I'd worn the thing home under a jersey caftan. The suit moved like muscle with my weary body and kept me upright, thanks to spandex and some possibly supernatural spell known only to Snow.
For all its creepy flexibility, the outfit felt as hard as a scarab's shiny carapace. Inside it my joints creaked as if cased in concrete. My mind felt duller than a battle-worn sword and my heart heavier than a black hole filled with lead.
How odd that instead of a weapon I now toted something as trivial as a Prada shopping bag loaded with my clothes from my original dress-up outing to the Inferno. I pulled out midnight-blue sequined pumps -- call them Dorothy Gale in mourning -- and matching evening bag, and a tiny but significant container of Lip Venom plumping gloss.
All very chichi, yet to me the limp blue velvet vintage gown draping the crook of my arm was now about as attractive as a vamp-drained corpse.
I let it slide to the floor with the shoes and bag as soon as I crossed the cottage threshold, the beginning of my personal safety zone.
There was no place like the Enchanted Cottage for R&R....
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24 of 25 people found the following review helpful.
Sorry, I am now officially tired of Delilah
By E. Nolan
OK, this is book three in the series, and it has yet to gel into something coherent. I thought the first book was promising, that Delilah was a congenial character to spend time with and her voice was appealing. Sure the plot was meandering and didn't make a lot of sense, but the potential was there. The second book was frankly just more of the same. Delilah went places and the plot meandered about until a totally unconvincing conclusion. Delilah was still fun, but the trappings were not improving with authorial practice.
Finally we have this book, and not only does the plot meander more aimlessly than ever, but Delilah herself is starting to become irritating. Delilah roams around Vegas sort of at random, and does stupid things like going back to the hotel where she was held prisioner more or less of her own free will and getting into trouble again. There are tons of non-sequiters such as Delilah being emotionally and physicaly exhausted and only thinking about getting to sleep but then throwing it all over to spar meaninglessly with Nightwine. The author apparently feels that Delilah works better alone, so despite being passionately in love, the plot keeps her from working with her boyfriend so often that he's something of an afterthought in the book. Even worse is how his mother is litterally flown-in and out in a few pages. Even when Ric & Delilah *do* work together, the result is a spectacularly ill-thought-out two-man-one-dog assult on the villians of the last book. Given that victory then depending on having boatloads of allies, this is just *stupid*! Also rather stupid (and unexplained) is the whole bit about Ric's eye, and how Delilah puts a contact lens into it which he totatlly fails to notice over the course of several days..
Frankly I had to force myself to slog thorough to the end of this one. If I do read the next one, it will be through some lingering and unhealthy need to see how things came out, not through any anticipation of a good read.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
So-so.
By Willowite
This story is mediocre. Not as good as the first two. The first three chapters are a recap of the first two books, which is okay, but went on far too long. The conclusion of the story was abrute.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
A decent addition to a good series
By DF
Delilah Street is a paranormal investigator in Sin City: Las Vegas. Her life is complicated by many circumstances, most particularly that she's ticked off several of the mob bosses in town and the last one's agenda seems mixed at best. Her silver medium abilities include the ability to see ghosts in mirrors and travel via mirror, and her ex-FBI lover, Ric, is able to raise zombies. And then there's the mysterious 'twin' who may be a real sister or some kind of doppleganger...
This story starts with boyfriend Ric still hospitalized from being vein-drained (and possibly killed!) by vampires in the last novel. Delilah spends much of her time in this book thinking about Ric or feeling guilty that she had to give Cocaine/Snow a kiss (the Brimstone Kiss) in order to get his help saving Ric, particularly at the beginning when the mystery is unfolding.
As soon as Ric seems to be on the mend, Delilah's pulled into dealing with both the underground Egyptian vampires who tried to kill Ric as well as some ungodly monster killing the werewolves. Failure equals dead Delilah, so she's instantly juggling far too many issues and is scrambling to keep everybody happy while she tries to figure out what's going on. That's some nice tension, and it only gets worse for Delilah the more things go on. But her new found silver medium abilities come in handy and she manages to extricate herself from danger and get the werewolf Mafia don off her back.
Overall, this is a good read and I enjoyed it very much. I think it suffers a bit from the middle novel syndrome, though, as there's a lot of stuff that is wrappign up loose ends and relationship thoughts that frequently had my eyes glazing over. These do serve to develop the relationship with the out-of-it Ric while he's recovering--sort of keeping him on screen; so I understand why the author chose to put them in the book. I didn't hate them, but they were too much for me. Just a bit too much, though.
What I felt the need for, and frankly think the novel is less for lacking, is a true reappearance of Snow. We see very little of him, and I would have liked more of a role for him in this story's development. In this book, Snow is more like the knitter's yarn that she isn't using at the moment: attached and jumping across the stiches behind the scenes, but essentially doing nothing except being there until needed in some future book.
If you haven't read this series and you like urban fantasy, you will probably like this one. Delilah Street and teh world she lives in are really cool. I am looking forward to the next book in the series and to learning who and what Delilah is.
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