My name is Mac Brennan and thatโs the only thing I can remember about myself. Not why I woke up in a dumpster. Not why my right arm is as black as pitch and covered in glowing red tattoos, and certainly not why a vicious death cult is after me. Actually, that last part isnโt true. I know why the d
The Vampire and the Case of the Cursed Canine: An Urban Fantasy Novel
โ Scribed by Heather G. Harris; Jilleen Dolbeare
- Book ID
- 115209666
- Publisher
- Hellhound Press Limited
- Year
- 2024
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 190 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B0D2LVT2NG
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โฆ Synopsis
<p>Curses are falling on this town like rain in London. Just when I think Iโve found a link between the hexed victims, someone<em>ย else</em>ย shows up whoโs been jinxed. It feels like the devil is playing darts with my paranormal town and if the dart hits you, you get whammied with a curse.</p>
<p>To be honest, I havenโt a clue how to find the perpetrator. My sole lead is pointing at the travelling black market that has just arrived in Portlock. That would be all fine and dandy โ<em>ย </em>if<em>ย </em>I could find it. Weirdly, no one is willing to direct the cops to a highly illegal market. Iโm obviously persona non grata โ though being a slightly-less-than-undead vampire, Iโm kind of used to that.</p>
<p>On top of everything, my overbearing British mother has come to visit. Stuck in my shoebox of a house together, we might actually have to deal with some of our issues. Thank goodness I have Connor Mackenzie, vampire leader and sexy lumberjack, to run to when the going gets tough.</p>
<p>Iโm juggling thingsโbadlyโwhen I discover my dog is cursed. What am I willing to do to save my hound? Anything and everything. The world can burn for all I care, as long as I can save my pupโฆ</p>
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My name is Mac Brennan and that's the only thing I can remember about myself. Not why I woke up in a dumpster. Not why my right arm is as black as pitch and covered in glowing red tattoos, and certainly not why a vicious death cult is after me. Actually, that last part isn't true. I know why the dea