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Blurb for The Night Beat:
The
majority of Prosaic City’s residents don’t know that their town exists on top
of another place -- Necropolis, City of the Undead. For the most part, the two
planes of existence manage to remain separate. And when they don’t, Necropolis Enforcement
has beings in place to ensure the general human population remains blithely
clueless.
Victoria
Wolfe is more than just a policewoman. She’s an undercover werewolf assigned by
Necropolis Enforcement to work Prosaic City Police’s Night Beat. Victoria’s
comfortable working the shift where all the weird comes out to play, especially
since her partner is also her perfect man. Or would be, if Victoria could ever
work up the nerve to tell him she isn’t like other girls.
It’s
hard enough being a werewolf in disguise, but when a creature from the Depths
of Hell shows up in an alley preferred by junkies, bums, and hookers, it’s
going to take more than just Victoria’s special gun and werewolf skills to
subdue the ancient Sumerian demon. Especially when the demon is merely the
start of what appears to be a major takeover attempt by the Prince of Darkness.
Soon
all of Necropolis Enforcement’s Undead Brigade is involved in the fight to stop
the Prince’s Major Minions from taking over Prosaic City and the rest of the
human plane. But it’s Victoria who has to face the Adversary and figure out
what intricate plan Lucifer has up his wings before everyone she cares about is
destroyed.
In other words, it’s just another day on the
Night Beat.
Excerpt from The Night Beat by Gini Koch:
Slimy
tried to shake me off, big time, but I clamped my jaws harder. Supposedly pit
bulls have locking jaws, but they’re Chihuahuas by comparison to a werewolf. If
I didn’t want off, I wasn’t going off.
Of
course, after being slammed against all three walls of the alley a few times, I
was considering the benefits of letting go. The thing was, Slimy was moving
towards the street. And a loose slime monster was bad enough, but a loose
ancient Sumerian demon crossed with a slime monster was the definition of
Foreshadow of the Apocalypse.
My
particular tentacle flipped low and I caught that there were at least twenty
Dirt Corps members clinging to this thing’s lower half. As I was whipped
around, I saw Monty slamming his hands into whatever parts of Slimy he could
hit. Considering the fact that liches are stronger than vampires, this should
have done something. But Slimy just did his version of a Santa Claus
impersonation and shook like a bowlful of jelly.
Ken
noticed we were having a little trouble and joined the fray. This was good in
that he was the most powerful vamp on the scene, so he could probably do the
most damage. It was bad, however, because Ken lost concentration for some
reason, and Jack came out of that happy “it’s all good” vamp stupor and took a
good look around.
I
moved out of werewolf form and into wolf, in the hopes I’d look more normal, so
to speak. I also managed to catch hold and dig my claws in so I wasn’t flailing
around like Slimy was using me for fly-fishing bait. So I had a good view of
Jack.
He
was a cop on Prosaic City’s Night Beat. They only took the best, and the ones
who could handle the more-than-weird. Even so, he was a human and one of the
things those of us in Necropolis Enforcement swore to -- aside from the
standard protect and serve stuff -- was that we’d do our best to never let the
humans know this wasn’t really their city.
Now
Jack was staring at pretty much every undead known to man and a couple man
didn’t really know about. All we were missing was a zombie to cover every trope
-- the mummies were already there, being dragged along by Slimy -- and the
minute H.P. arrived, that was going to be covered, too.
As I
tried to figure out which was going to be worse -- Slimy stomping around using
my city as a midnight buffet or Jack having to have a serious memory wipe -- he
reached into the sedan. And pulled out our riot gun, which was a lot more like
a bazooka, and aimed.
“All
of you, let go on three!” I knew that tone of voice. It was the one Jack used
that told all listeners he was the man in charge.
“Is
he serious?” Amanda asked me.
“One….”
“He
seems serious,” Maurice offered.
“Two….”
“He
means it!” I shouted. “Everybody, do it!”
“Three.”
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About the Author:
"Gini
Koch lives in Hell’s Orientation Area (aka Phoenix, AZ), works her butt
off (sadly, not literally) by day, and writes by night with the rest of
the beautiful people. She writes the fast, fresh and funny
Alien/Katherine “Kitty” Katt series for DAW Books, the Necropolis
Enforcement Files series, and the Martian Alliance Chronicles series for
Musa Publishing. As G.J. Koch she writes the Alexander Outland series
for Night Shade Books. She also writes under a variety of other pen
names (including Anita Ensal, Jemma Chase, A.E. Stanton, and J.C. Koch),
listens to rock music 24/7, and is a proud comics geek-girl willing to
discuss at any time why Wolverine is the best superhero ever (even if
Deadpool does get all the best lines). She speaks frequently on what it
takes to become a successful author and other aspects of writing and the
publishing business. She can be reached through her website at www.ginikoch.com"
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