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Poisoned Pearls
     

Poisoned Pearls

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by Leah Cutter, Carol Jacobanis (Read by)
 

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Working at a sex & toy shop like Chinaman Joe's Good Luck Parlor keeps Cassie in smokes and off the streets. It isn't glamorous. But it's a life.

Then again, Cassie is just normal—not one of the blessed. No paranormal abilities, no telepathy, no pre-cognition. Normal.

But when someone kills Cassie's best friend in the alley behind the store, the police

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Working at a sex & toy shop like Chinaman Joe's Good Luck Parlor keeps Cassie in smokes and off the streets. It isn't glamorous. But it's a life.

Then again, Cassie is just normal—not one of the blessed. No paranormal abilities, no telepathy, no pre-cognition. Normal.

But when someone kills Cassie's best friend in the alley behind the store, the police start looking at her hard, particularly when the post-cog on the case swears she's involved, somehow.

Then someone strangles a prostitute right there in the store.

Cassie knows the cops are wrong about everything. She didn't do it, and the deaths aren't about drugs.

But to prove them wrong Cassie has to stop the Norse gods she didn't know were real and prevent Ragnarok.

Her life will never be the same.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781522658238
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
05/24/2016
Series:
Cassie Stories Series
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.50(d)

Meet the Author

Leah Cutter writes page-turning fiction in exotic locations, such as a magical New Orleans, the ancient Orient, Hungary, the Oregon coast, rural Kentucky, Seattle, Minneapolis, and many others.

She writes literary, fantasy, mystery, science fiction, and horror fiction. Her short fiction has been published in magazines like Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine and Talebones, anthologies like Fiction River, and on the web. Her long fiction has been published both by New York publishers as well as small presses.

Read more books by Leah Cutter at www.KnottedRoadPress.com.

Follow her blog at www.LeahCutter.com.

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Poisoned Pearls 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
SraediBoque More than 1 year ago
My first thought upon finishing this book: Well, that was fun!  The prologue set me off balance, making me feel like I was reading three stories but very curious as to how they would come together.. and come together they do! This book is gritty and risque. Science, psychic abilities and norse gods fit together like puzzle pieces with wisps of familial drama snuck in. I was curious about where the story was going and how they would meet and I was not disappointed. Early on in the story we learn that our main character, Cassie, is a lesbian. As a lady lover myself I appreciated this attribute as well as how it plays out in the book. She’s crass, flirty, stands by her friends and gets things done that need doing. She’s a character that I can get behind, pun absolutely intended. Her situation in life isn’t ideal but she doesn’t complain about it and is happy for what she does have. I enjoyed how she interacted with the other characters in the book, all of whom I found entertaining.  There’s an element of government/private industry/military involvement with the psychic abilities here that I thought it was well played.  and that concludes all of the POSITIVE things that I have to say about Poisoned Pearls.. Now onto my criticisms!...  *stares at ceiling*looks from one side of the ceiling to the other*makes fart noises with mouth* ah.. Well, it looks as though I have none! Although I do feel that I should warn there are topics here that may make some people uncomfortable, drugs, sex, bad language. If these things are an issue for you then I wouldn’t recommend delving into this very entertaining world.  Finally, here are a couple of quotes that I found extra amusing: "Careful, or you'll lose an eye," I joked.  "I'd finally stopped and looked at the date--December twenty-first, the longest night of the year. Normally, that was something I'd celebrate. All that extra loving time."