Death Warmed Over (Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. Series #1) [NOOK Book]


"A darkly funny, wonderfully original detective tale."--Kelley Armstrong

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Ever since the Big Uneasy unleashed vampires, werewolves, and other undead denizens on the world, it's been hell being a detective--especially for zombie P.I. Dan Chambeaux. Taking on the creepiest of cases in the Unnatural Quarter with a human lawyer for a partner and a ghost for a girlfriend, Chambeaux redefines "dead on arrival." But just because he was murdered doesn't ...

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"A darkly funny, wonderfully original detective tale."--Kelley Armstrong

Single Dead Detective Seeks Clue

Ever since the Big Uneasy unleashed vampires, werewolves, and other undead denizens on the world, it's been hell being a detective--especially for zombie P.I. Dan Chambeaux. Taking on the creepiest of cases in the Unnatural Quarter with a human lawyer for a partner and a ghost for a girlfriend, Chambeaux redefines "dead on arrival." But just because he was murdered doesn't mean he'd leave his clients in the lurch. Besides, zombies are so good at lurching.

Now he's back from the dead and back in business--with a caseload that's downright unnatural. A resurrected mummy is suing the museum that put him on display. Two witches, victims of a curse gone terribly wrong, seek restitution from a publisher for not using "spell check" on its magical tomes. And he's got to figure out a very personal question--Who killed him?

For Dan Chambeaux, it's all in a day's work. (Still, does everybody have to call him "Shamble"?) Funny, fresh, and irresistible, this cadaverous caper puts the P.I. in R.I.P. . ..with a vengeance.

"Wickedly funny, deviously twisted and enormously satisfying. This is a big juicy bite of zombie goodness. Two decaying thumbs up!"--Jonathan Maberry

"Anderson has become the literary equivalent of Quentin Tarantino in the fantasy adventure genre."--The Daily Rotation

"An unpredictable walk on the weird side. Prepare to be entertained." --Charlaine Harris

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Anderson (Night of the Living Trekkies) attempts a satire of urban fantasy but never quite finds solid ground, and a bare and predictable plot undercuts the lazy attempts at humor. Since the Big Uneasy, when supernatural creatures of all sorts were unleashed on the world, private eye Dan “Shamble” Chambeaux has made a living helping them. When Chambeaux is murdered, he comes back as a zombie and continues his job, assisted by his crusading lawyer partner, Robin, and his now ghostly cocktail waitress girlfriend, Sheyenne, murdered shortly before Chambeaux was. Chambeaux protects a vampire from human supremacists, investigates the destruction of a local charity, and seeks his own killer and Sheyenne’s. The concept is sound, but Anderson is generally silly without being funny: characters have names like Jekyll and Edgar Allan, and eternally young vampires make fake “kiddie porn.” Potentially interesting points about prejudice and hypocrisy never take root. The utterly banal ending does the book no favors. Agent: John Silbersack, Trident Media Group. (Sept.)
Library Journal
When the phenomenon known as the Big Uneasy washed over the world, it gave rise to vampires, werewolves, zombies, and other supernatural creatures. Now, zombie private detective Dan "Shamble" Chambeaux tends to some of the more unusual cases in New Orleans's Unnatural Quarter. Along with his human partner, lawyer Robin Deyer, and Sheyenne, his ghost girlfriend, Shamble handles everything from a mummy's complaint against the museum that treats him as property to a pair of witches seeking reparations from a publisher for a botched spell. Most importantly, however, the trio seeks answers to the mystery of who murdered Dan and poisoned Sheyenne. VERDICT Anderson (Dune prequels with Brian Herbert; The Last Days of Krypton) launches an urban fantasy series that is both clever and quirky, with endearing characters and plenty of action. Although this genre shift will surprise Anderson's sf fans, they may enjoy this series opener, which will also attract urban fantasy and mystery aficionados.
Kirkus Reviews
Tireless sci-fi chronicler Anderson (Enemies & Allies, 2009, etc.) creates a day-after-tomorrow world in which a zombie sleuth prowls the mean streets as he works a half-dozen seriously weird cases. Ever since the Big Uneasy, when a 58-year-old virgin accidentally spilled her blood on a copy of the Necronomicon and "caused a fundamental shift in the natural order of things," vampires, werewolves, ghouls, goblins and other undead creatures have been common. One in 75 dead people rises from the grave, like zombie private eye Dan Chambeaux. One in 30 becomes a ghost, like Dan's equally murdered girlfriend, Sheyenne. Together with Dan's still-living partner, Robin Deyer, they juggle a dizzying caseload. Dan, Robin and Sheyenne work to protect vegan vampire Sheldon Fennerman from harassment by the Straight Edgers, who want to keep human nature human. They fight for the emancipation of Ramen Ho-Tep, a long-dead pharaoh whose museum demands he stay put in his glass exhibit case. They search for a way to keep Jackie Dorset's late Uncle Stan from haunting her family. They press Mavis Wannovich's suit against the publisher whose book of spells had a typo that turned her sister, Alma, into a giant sow. And they seek evidence that will allow Miranda Jekyll to break the prenup that prevents her from divorcing her wealthy husband, Harvey, CEO of Jekyll Lifestyle Products and Necroceuticals, on her own terms. Mainly, though, they try to solve Dan and Sheyenne's own murders. Like Alexander McCall Smith's Mma Precious Ramotswe, the sleuths really do settle most of their cases, and they provide a lot of laughs along the way. It's hard to disagree with Dan's verdict: "Never a dull moment."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758277350
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 8/28/2012
  • Series: Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. Series , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 1,229
  • File size: 975 KB

Meet the Author

Kevin J. Anderson

Kevin J. Anderson is the author of the Star Wars: Jedi Academy trilogy, the Star Wars novel, Darksaber, and the comic series The Sith War for Dark Horse comics and the science fiction novel Blindfold. He has edited several Star Wars anthologies, including Tales From The Mos Eisley Cantina. He is a New York Times bestselling author and lives in California with his wife, Rebecca Moesta.
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Death Warmed Over

Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I.
By Kevin J. Anderson


Copyright © 2012 WordFire, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7734-3

Chapter One

I'm dead, for starters—it happens. But I'm still ambulatory, and I can still think, still be a contributing member of society (such as it is, these days). And still solve crimes.

As the detective half of Chambeaux & Deyer Investigations, I'm responsible for our caseload, despite being shot in the head a month ago. My unexpected murder caused a lot of inconvenience to me and to others, but I'm not the sort of guy to leave his partner in the lurch. The cases don't solve themselves.

My partner, Robin Deyer, and I had built a decent business for ourselves, sharing office space, with several file cabinets full of pending cases, both legal matters and private investigations. Although catching my own killer is always on my mind, paying clients have to take priority.

Which is why I found myself sneaking into a cemetery at night while trying to elude a werewolf hit man who'd been following me since sunset—in order to retrieve a lost painting for a ghost.

Just another day at work for me.

The wrought-iron cemetery gate stood ajar with a Welcome mat on either side. These days, visiting hours are round-the-clock, and the gate needs to stay open so that newly risen undead can wander out. When the gates were locked, neighbors complained about moaning and banging sounds throughout the night, which made it difficult for them to sleep.

When I pulled, the gate glided open on well-oiled hinges. A small sign on the bars read, Maintained by Friends of the Greenlawn Cemetery. There were more than a hundred ostentatious crypts to choose from, interspersed with less prominent tombstones. I wished I had purchased a guide pamphlet ahead of time, but the gift shop was open only on weekends. I had to find the Ricketts crypt on my own—before the werewolf hit man caught up with me.

The world's a crazy place since the Big Uneasy, the event that changed all the rules and allowed a flood of baffled unnaturals to return—zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, succubi, and the usual associated creatures. In the subsequent ten years, the Unnatural Quarter had settled into a community of sorts—one that offered more work than I could handle.

Now the quarter moon rode high in the sky, giving me enough light to see the rest of the cemetery. The unnatural thug, hired by the heirs of Alvin Ricketts, wasn't one of the monthly full-moon-only lycanthropes: He was a full-time hairy, surly beast, regardless of the time of month. Those are usually the meanest ones.

I moved from one crypt to the next, scrutinizing the blocky stone letters. The place was quiet, spooky ... part of the ambience. You might think a zombie—even a well-preserved one like myself—would feel perfectly at ease in a graveyard. After all, what do I have to be afraid of? Well, I can still get mangled, for one thing. My body doesn't heal the way it used to, and we've all seen those smelly decomposing shamblers who refuse to take care of themselves, giving zombies everywhere a bad name. And werewolves are experts at mangling.

I wanted to avoid that, if possible.

Even undead, I remain as handsome as ever, with the exception of the holes left by the bullet—the largish exit wound on my forehead and the neat round one at the back of my head, where some bastard came up from behind, pressed the barrel of a .32 caliber pistol against my skull, and popped me before I got a good look at him. Fortunately, a low-slouched fedora covers the big hole. For the most part ...

In the broader sense, the world hasn't changed much since the Big Uneasy. Most people go about their daily lives, having families, working jobs. But though a decade has passed, the law—not to mention law enforcement—still hasn't caught up with the new reality. According to the latest statistics by the DUS, the Department of Unnatural Services, about one out of every seventy-five corpses wakes up as a zombie, with the odds weighted heavily in favor of suicides or murder victims.

Lucky me to be on the interesting side of statistics.

After returning to life, I had shambled back into the office, picked up my caseload, and got to work again. Same as before ... sort of. Fortunately, my zombie status isn't a handicap to being a private detective in the Unnatural Quarter. As I said, the cases don't solve themselves.

Days of investigation had led me to the graveyard. I dug through files, interviewed witnesses and suspects, met with the ghost artist Alvin Ricketts and separately with his indignant still-living family. (Despite Robin's best mediation efforts in the offices, the ghost and the living family refused to speak to each other.)

Alvin Ricketts was a successful pop-culture painter before his untimely demise, attributable to a month's worth of sleeping pills washed down with a full bottle of twenty-one-year-old single malt. (No sense letting it go to waste.) The ghost told me he would have taken more pills, but his insurance only authorized a thirty-day supply, and even in the deep gloom of his creative depression, Alvin had (on principle) refused to pay the additional pharmacy charge.

Now, whereas one in seventy-five dead people returns as a zombie, like myself, one in thirty comes back as a ghost (statistics again heavily weighted toward murder victims and suicides). Alvin Ricketts, a pop-art genius, had suffered a long and debilitating creative block, "artistic constipation" he called it. Feeling that he had nothing left to live for, he took his own life.

And then came back.

His ghost, however, found the death experience so inspirational that he found a reawakened and vibrant artistic fervor. Alvin set about painting again, announcing he would soon release his first new work with great fanfare.

His grieving (sic) family was less than enthusiastic about his return to painting, as well as his return from the dead. The artist's tragic suicide, and the fact that there would never be more Alvin Ricketts paintings, had caused his existing work to skyrocket in value—until the ghost's announcement of renewed productivity made the bottom fall out of the market. Collectors waited to see what new material Alvin would release, already speculating about how his artistic technique might have changed in his "post-death period."

The Ricketts family sued him, claiming that since Alvin was dead and they were his heirs, they now owned everything in his estate, including any new or undiscovered works and the profits from subsequent sales.

Alvin contested the claim. He hired Robin Deyer to fight for his rights, and she promptly filed challenges while the ghost happily worked on his new painting. No one had yet seen it, but he claimed the work was his masterpiece.

The Ricketts heirs took the dispute to the next level. "Someone" broke into Alvin's studio and stole the painting. With the supposed masterpiece gone, the pop artist's much-anticipated return to the spotlight was put on hold. The family vehemently denied any involvement, of course.

That's when the ghost hired me, at Robin's suggestion, to track down and retrieve the painting—by any means necessary. The Ricketts heirs had hired a thug to keep me from succeeding in my investigation.

I heard a faint clang, which I recognized as the wrought-iron cemetery gate banging shut against the frame. The werewolf hit man wasn't far behind me. On the bright side, the fact that he was breathing down my neck probably meant I was getting close.

The cemetery had plenty of shadows to choose from, and I stayed hidden as I approached another crypt. BENSON. Not the right one. I had to find RICKETTS.

Werewolves are usually good trackers, but the cemetery abounds with odors of dead things, and he must have kept losing my scent. Since I change clothes frequently and maintain high standards of personal hygiene for a zombie, I don't have much of a smell about me. Unlike most unnaturals, I don't choose to wear colognes, fancy specialized unnatural deodorants, or perfumes.

I turned the corner in front of another low stone building fronted by stubby Corinthian columns. Much to my delight, I saw the inhabitant's name: RICKETTS. The flat stone door had been pried open, the caulking seal split apart.

New rules required quick-release latches on the insides of tombs now, so the undead can conveniently get back out. Some people were even buried with their cell phones, though I doubted they'd get good service from inside. Can you hear me now?

Now, if Alvin Ricketts were a zombie, he would have broken the seal when he came back out of the crypt. But since ghosts can pass through solid walls, Alvin would not have needed to break any door seals for his reemergence. So why was the crypt door ajar?

I spotted the silhouette of a large hairy form loping among the graves, sniffing the ground, coming closer. He still hadn't seen me. I pulled open the stone door just enough to slip through the narrow gap into the crypt, hoping my detective work was right.

During the investigation into the missing masterpiece, the police had obtained search warrants and combed through the homes, properties, and businesses of the Ricketts heirs. Nothing. With my own digging, I discovered a small storage unit that had been rented in the name of Gomez Ricketts, the black sheep of the family—and I was sure they had hidden the painting there.

But when the detectives served their warrant and opened the unit, they found only cases and cases of contraband vampire porn packaged as sick kiddie porn. Because the starlets were actually old-school vampires who had been turned while they were children, they claimed to be well over the legal age—in real years if not in physical maturity. Gomez Ricketts had been arrested for pedophilia/necrophilia, but he was out on bail. Even Robin, in her best legal opinion, couldn't say which way the verdict might go.

More to the point, we didn't find the stolen painting in the storage unit.

So I kept working on the case. Not only did I consult with Alvin's ghost, I also went over the interviews he'd given after his suicide. The ghost had gone into a manic phase, deliriously happy to put death behind him. He talked about awakening to find himself sealed in a crypt, his astral form rising from the cold physical body, his epiphany of throwing those morbid chains behind him. He had vowed never to go back there.

That's when I figured it out: The last place Alvin would ever think to look for his painting was inside his own crypt, which was property owned by the Ricketts family (though a recent court ruling deemed that a person owned his own grave in perpetuity—a landmark decision that benefitted several vampires who were caught in property-rights disputes).

Tonight, I planned to retrieve the painting from its hiding place.

I slipped into the dank crypt, hoping I could grab Alvin's masterpiece and slip away before the werewolf figured out what I was doing.

It should have been as quiet as a tomb inside, but it wasn't. I heard a rustling sound, saw two lamplike yellow eyes blinking at me. A shrill nasal voice called out, "It's taken—this one's occupied! Go find your own."

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," I said.

"You can't stay here."

Zombies have good night vision, and as my eyes adjusted, I made out a grayish simian creature with scaly skin. I'd heard that trolls sometimes became squatters inside empty crypts whose original owners had returned to an unnatural life.

The troll inched closer. I carried my .38 revolver loaded with silver-jacketed bullets. I would use it if I had to, but a gunshot would surely bring the werewolf hit man running. I had enough silver bullets to take care of the thug, too, but that would open a can of maggots with the law, and I just plain didn't want the hassle.

The troll rubbed his gnarled hands together. "If you're interested in a place to stay, we have many viable options. Preowned, gently used postmortem dwellings. If you're undead and homeless, I can help you with all your real estate needs. Edgar Allan, at your service. Here, let me give you a business card."

"This crypt doesn't belong to you," I pointed out. "I happen to know the actual owner. He hired me to retrieve some of his personal property."

"Then we have a problem." The troll looked annoyed. "Burt!"

From the gloom emerged a larger and more threatening creature. Trolls come in various sizes, from small and ugly to huge and ugly. At close to seven feet tall with wide and scabby shoulders, this one belonged in the latter category.

"Burt is our evictions specialist," Edgar Allan explained.

I held up my hands in surrender. "Now, no need for that! I came here for a painting, that's all. No intention of interfering with your rental business."

"Painting? You mean this one?" The little troll flicked on a tiny flashlight. Hanging on the stone wall was a painting, unmistakably in the cute pop-culture style of Alvin Ricketts: two large-eyed puppies ... gaunt zombie puppies. "Somebody left it here. Looks real nice on the wall, brightens up the place."

A plan began to form in my mind. "I have a suggestion that would benefit both of us." I glanced back at the door of the crypt, straining to hear the werewolf outside. I doubted I could slip out of the cemetery carrying the Ricketts "art" without the hairy hit man intercepting me. Werewolves can run much faster than zombies, and inflict severe bodily damage—the kind that's difficult to repair. If he got his paws on the painting, I would never get a second chance to retrieve it.

I also knew that Alvin Ricketts had no interest whatsoever in owning this crypt.

"What kind of suggestion?" the real estate troll said. "I can make a deal. Nobody beats my deals."

"What if I could get the legal owner of this property to sign over the deed to you, free and clear, completely aboveboard— in exchange for the painting?" (Which was rightfully Alvin's property anyway, but I didn't want to tangle up the conversation.) Edgar Allan seemed interested, but narrowed his big yellow eyes. "If we handed over the painting, we'd never hear from you again."

"I won't take it now. You deliver the painting to my office tomorrow," I said. "Bring Burt for protection if you like." I nodded toward the huge troll. "I'll see to it that the crypt owner signs all the right documents. We have an attorney and a notary right there in our offices." I reached into my jacket and pulled out one of my business cards.

After making sure that I took one of his cards, the troll shone his little flashlight on mine. "Chambeaux and Deyer Investigations. What's the catch?"

"No catch. Just be careful. That's a beautiful painting—I'd hate to have it damaged."

The troll glanced back at the large-eyed zombie puppies. "You think so? I was wondering if it might be too bit kitschy, myself."

"I'm not an art critic. Tomorrow, in my office at noon."

"We don't usually go out at that hour ... but I'll make an exception."

I slipped out of the crypt and back into the shadows, ducking behind a tall stone angel, then moving to a big flat grave marker. I intended to circle around as quietly as I could on my way to the wrought-iron cemetery gate.

Before I made it to the third tombstone, a furry mass of growling energy slammed into me and knocked me to the ground. The werewolf hit man grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back to my feet. He was a smelly, hairy, muscular guy, half-wolf and half-human. His claws dug into the fabric of my sport jacket.

"Careful, this is my only jacket."

The werewolf pushed his long snout close to my face. "I caught you, Shamble." I could see he was having trouble forming words with all those teeth in the way.

"Chambeaux," I corrected him. "Can't a guy take a peaceful stroll in a cemetery at night?"

He patted me down, poking with his claws. "Where's the painting?"

"Which painting?" Not the cleverest response, but werewolves aren't the cleverest of creatures, especially the full-time lycanthropes.

"You know which painting. I've been watching you."

"I know you were hired by the Ricketts heirs," I admitted, "and I'm sure your employers think they're very important, but I have plenty of other cases. As a private detective who specializes in unnatural clientele, believe me, I've got more than enough reasons to come to a cemetery."

Growling, the werewolf searched me again, though I don't know where he suspected I might hide a large rolled-up painting. My chest pocket?


Excerpted from Death Warmed Over by Kevin J. Anderson Copyright © 2012 by WordFire, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted September 9, 2012

    A Fun Read

    There are a lot of different types of stories out there, but Death Warmed Over is hard to top. Kevin J. Anderson takes the classic detective noir story and populates it with zombies, vampires, werewolves, mummies and every other sort of ghoul and goblin. The end result is a fun story full of surprises.

    Heading into this book, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. I knew it starred a zombie PI in a world filled with monsters including werewolf hitmen. However the cover struck me as a little cartoonish and comical, so it was a bit of a surprise when I came across some of the adult oriented content in the novel. Amid comical characters like vampire interior decorators and a pair of witch sisters, one of which who was accidentally turned into a sow, you almost get the feeling that this could be a kid’s story. However there are some more mature elements like vampire porn, ZILF, zombie cougars, and BBV (big breasted vampires) that certainly let the reader know that this is not a kid’s book. There’s also some violence as people are sometimes torn limb from limb due to unfortunate encounters with the book’s monsters. In fact, at one point a troll nearly deep fried a kid as a tasty snack. It’s an odd combination but Kevin J. Anderson makes it work. By taking light hearted material and blending it with some darker stuff, he creates a believable mix that imitates the real world.

    The bizarre setting for the story is based on an event called The Big Uneasy. About ten years ago an event occurred that caused the dead to rise, spirits to linger, and vampires, werewolves and the like to pop up. The book doesn’t dwell very long on the details but instead focuses on the characters. Dan Chambeaux aka Dan Shamble is the main character. He’s a zombie private investigator and a partner in Chambeaux and Deyer Investigations. Since his death, he’s accumulated a healthy pile of unsolved cases. Through the story, readers will get to dive into that pile as they’re introduced to a wide variety of monsters and their peculiar circumstances. From persecuted undead clients to messy divorces where the spouse claims the person they married no longer exists now that they’re a werewolf. There’s a bit of mystery as the reader is left to wonder who killed Dan and how it might be related to his other cases. Plus each case also has it’s own questions which layers on an additional mystery factor. Yet the ultimate driving factor is the characters themselves. As much as I wanted to know who killed Dan, what I really wanted to know was what was going to happen to him? Was he going to survive? Was he going to catch his murderer(s)? And most importantly, would his friends survive as well?

    All in all it’s a colorful combination of entertaining elements. Part Chinatown, part horror comedy, Death Warmed Over is entirely fun. The characters are enjoyable. The story is well paced and decently balanced between humor, drama, and action. Yet at the heart, it’s a detective story so most of it is centered on dialog and plot progression as cases are solved, created, and linked together. I enjoyed it enough to give it a solid four out of five metal bikinis and recommend it to anyone who wants to shake up their normal reading diet with something a bit different.

    14 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2013

    A surprisingly nice read!

    A great twist to the age old hard boiled dective novel.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 18, 2013

    Great Book

    Very entertaining. So glad there are more books in this series. If you like P.I. books or zombie books you will love this book. If you like both it is quite a treat.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 26, 2014

    Adorable story, it has a fun detective plot with a lot of unique

    Adorable story, it has a fun detective plot with a lot of unique characters that make it a very enjoyable read. I hope he continues this series as I would love to read more.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2013


    I loved this type of storyline.Very amusing and loved the characters.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 8, 2013

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    Death Warmed Over  (Dan Shamble, Zombie PI Series #1)  Kevin J.

    Death Warmed Over 
    (Dan Shamble, Zombie PI Series #1) 
    Kevin J. Anderson 
    Trade Paperback 
    Publisher: Kensington 
    Publication Date: August 28, 2012 
    ISBN-13: 978-0758277343 
    304 pages 
    Advance Reader’s Copy
         New Orleans has a tendency to spit out some odd and unsavory characters from time to time but when the undead, including zombies, vampires, werewolves, and a host of other distasteful characters infiltrate NOLA then it can only go from really bad to totally jacked. When the “Big Uneasy” occurred, a mysterious event ten years earlier that released every variety of nightmarish monsters into the real world, one P.I.’s investigative workload took an unusual turn for the bizarre. Dan Chambeaux, Zombie PI, and his ghostly, lounge-singing girlfriend, Sheyenne, take on some of the shadiest cases in the “Unnatural Quarter” including a resurrected mummy suing the museum that put him in their showroom for wrongful imprisonment, two hexed witches filing legal action against a publisher for not using “spell check” on its books of enchantments, and a skittish vampire with a stake phobia. Those cases pay the bills but of greater importance to Chambeaux is who turned him and why? And what’s with the bullet hole through the middle of his head? Twisted, hilarious, and completely entertaining Death Warmed Over is the perfect gift for that murder-mystery ghost-loving undead-zombie-detective-humorist fan in your life. You know who they are!

         Death Warmed Over, the first book in the Dan Shamble, Zombie PI series by Kevin J. Anderson is a rollicking, dark-humor, supernatural tale that I recommend for pulp, humor, detective, zombie, and murder mystery fans of all ages. (Mostly not for pre-teens, ‘cuz, you know, there’re zombies and mayhem and the unnaturally undead in here. Of course, just by saying this I know it’ll send them all flocking to the nearest library to check it out. If only that were true?) [If you are under 13 and reading this please forget that I wrote the last two sentences. K? BTW, there’s plenty of really excellent YA novels at the library.]

         File with: Zombies, the supernatural, zombie private investigator, murder mystery, even more zombies, undead, super-unnatural beings, flesh-eaters, pulp detective/true crime stories, Zombies vs. Vampires vs. Werewolves, a lot more zombies, New Orleans, witches, mummies, curses, and The Walking Dead.

    4 out of 5 stars

    The Alternative 
    Southeast Wisconsin

    Additional Reading:

    Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. Series: 
    1. Death Warmed over (2012) 
    2. Unnatural Acts (2012) 
    3. Hair Raising (2013)

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2014

    Very good! Funny & much better than expected!!

    Not your average detective story, not your average vampire story. Author adds a humorous twist to a good hard-boiled P.I. tale. I have avoided zombie/vampire books but this was a free book so I thought it was worth a try. Glad I did, have bought books 2 & 3 so far and have enjoyed them all. Dan Chambeaux really rocks... or should I say shambles?

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2014

    Super fun read.

    This was a great story with plenty of adventure and humor. I really enjoyed it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 22, 2014

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    Are you kidding me? Another zombie book? Come on Barnes & No

    Are you kidding me? Another zombie book? Come on Barnes & Noble! How  a book that doesn't waste my time or brain cells? Free Fridays may have marketing potential, but lately your book choices are not worth the time it takes to log in.

    1 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 17, 2014

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    Reviewed by Robin Book provided by the publisher for review Revi

    Reviewed by Robin
    Book provided by the publisher for review
    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

    When it comes to reading I think everyone finds comfort in a certain genre. I for one tend to jump out of that comfort zone once in a while as I find even my favorite authors I need to get away from to appreciate what they write. This happened to be the case when I decided to read Death Warmed Over.

    Even those this does have a bit of romance thrown in, it is more about a Zombie P.I. who along with his lawyer partner tries to solve a varying array of cases. Dan Shamble starts off trying to solve his own murder with that of the love of his life. She is a ghost and any kind of physical contact, embracing or even a kiss is somewhat impossible because she is a ghost. So for them past memories have to do. Bummer right?

    Dan’s clients are on the bizarre side. They range from monsters, vamps, werewolves, ghouls, goblins, even a mummy or two. His cases often entail finding a lost pre-nup for a werewolf who is trying to divorce her sleazebag of a husband. Or a frightened vampire that fears for his undead life. You see about ten years ago something called the ‘Big Easy’ happened bringing all these creatures out in the open.

    If you are looking for something to make you laugh this will certainly do that. This light hearted, fast paced story that adds a bit of realism to it makes you want to find a nice cozy chair and read on into the wee hours of the morning.

    A new series that is unpredictable to the end full of adventure, suspense and mystery. With just a little hint of romance… A great read for anyone who wants something outside of the box.

    I can’t wait for the next book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 6, 2013

    Recommended -- fun, light read.

    I'm not a big fan of Zombie Apocalypse stories, but this isn't a Zombie Apocalypse story. It's a fun, light-hearted combination of mysteries and paranormal fiction. The hero is a zombie, his girlfriend is a ghost, they encounter vampires and werewolves ... and solve several mysteries along the way.

    The story is internally consistent -- magic is present, but the mysteries aren't "magically" resolved. The characters have personalities, problems related to their "conditions" ... etc.

    Anyway, I enjoyed this book. I'll be reading the others in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2013

    I was looking for something "different" yet still a li

    I was looking for something "different" yet still a light and entertaining read. "Death Warmed Over" nailed it! Laugh out loud funny at times with a twist plot......great read. I am actually glad this is a series because I'll be hungry for more Dan Chambeaux after this one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2013

    Very well written

    I loved every word. This story is really well written. I have tried to read other stories like this one, but they came off as immature and stupid. This story? Amazing and humerous. Well worth it!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2015

    A Delightful Read

    I really enjoyed this book. It's comical and a different kind of read. Spirits, ghouls, zombies...oh, my! Enjoy!

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  • Posted September 13, 2014

    a fun read. enjoyed, i needed a bit of escapist fun!

    a fun read. enjoyed, i needed a bit of escapist fun!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    A fun but goofy book

    A fun light read with some comic touches. Something to read when you want something light-hearted but different.

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  • Posted August 30, 2014

    Kind of a cross between a Stephanie Plum mystery and a True Bloo

    Kind of a cross between a Stephanie Plum mystery and a True Blood cast of characters. I like enough to have just bought the other books in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2014

    1 star

    1 star
    BORING -- i gave up at 144/278 pages the story concept is different but not enough to make a story without a better plot, character development and pace. Everyone raves about the humor i was still waiting to read this great humor and by 144 i had not found any. They all must of been reading a different book.
    Glad the book was free - will be deleting from my nook ASAP
    Cannot recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2014

    Odd story jmm44

    All of the characters are the undead i.e. ghosts-werewolves-- zombies - ghouls--etc.But the author puts the story togethet very realistically!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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