Iron & Velvet

Iron & Velvet

by Alexis Hall

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Previously published; newly refreshed by the author

I like my women like I like my whiskey: more than is good for me.

Name’s Kane, Kate Kane. I’m a paranormal private investigator, which is like a normal private investigator except—and stop me if you’re having trouble following this—more paranormal. This business comes with a few basic rules: don’t start drinking before noon, don’t get your partner killed, don’t sleep with the woman who killed him.

Last year I broke all of them.

The only rule I didn’t break was the one that said don’t work for vampires. But then a dead werewolf showed up outside the Soho shag palace of Julian Saint-Germain—a bloodsucking flibbertigibbet who’s spent the last eight centuries presiding over an ever-growing empire of booze, sex and hemoglobin.

I shouldn’t have taken the job. The last thing I needed was to get caught in a supernatural smackdown between a werewolf pack and a vampire prince. Even if the vampire prince was dangerously my type. But what can I say? I was broke, I’m a sucker for a pretty face and I gave up on making good decisions a long time ago.

This book is approximately 77,500 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488056994
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 10/07/2019
Series: Kate Kane, Paranormal Investigator , #1
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 186,870
File size: 2 MB

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CHAPTER 1

Whiskey & Cigarettes

I woke to the taste of stale whiskey and the smell of stale cigarettes. Rolling over, I found a picture on the pillow — Patrick had been drawing me again. I stared into the face of the girl I used to be: someone young enough, pretty enough, and stupid enough to find that shit romantic. I'd dated a vampire when I was seventeen. It was a mistake I was still paying for.

The portrait wasn't quite up to his usual standard. Normally he shaded every eyelash. I'd given up hoping he'd get bored, so he must have been interrupted.

I tried to go back to sleep, but knowing somebody had been watching took all the fun out of being unconscious. Giving up, I crawled out of the covers and went to close the window. It wouldn't do any good, of course. I'd have to talk to Nimue about fixing the wards. But the last time I'd seen her, I'd been rebounding hard from Eve, so we'd been a bit busy for rituals.

I couldn't be arsed to shower, so I threw on what had been yesterday's clothes yesterday, and made myself a breakfast of reheated coffee and ibuprofen. The post was mainly bills. All right, entirely bills. And I hadn't paid my TV licence, which meant no more late night Diagnosis Murder marathons.

The truth was, since Archer'd died — since I'd let Archer die — work had been slow. Well, slower.

There was a voicemail from Dad on my laptop. I hadn't sent anything back for a while, but the messages still came in every month or so. And my mum, or rather my stepmum — as I'd discovered around the time I went through my dating vampires phase — had emailed a photograph of their new garden. They were standing in front of a shed, smiling and waving, Dad with that slightly off-kilter look that came from not being able to see the camera. It's weird to think of your parents having a life, but my dad was once the mortal consort of the Queen of the Wild Hunt. And by consort, I mean ... yeah. Jenny — my stepmum — eventually got him out, but the queen kept his eyes. They found me on the doorstep a few months later, wrapped in a wolf skin, in a basket made of briars. An honest-to-God faery princess. But since my mother's the immortal embodiment of an abstract concept, it's not like I'm going to inherit a magical kingdom anytime soon. And she'd never shown up at parent-teacher night.

My headache had eased just enough that I thought I could probably face daylight. It was Sunday, but I was supposed to be in the office working on the bottle of Famous Grouse in my bottom drawer. I was getting on with that, juggling my caseload of zero and reminding myself to take Archer's name off the door, when the incubus came in.

"Kate Kane?" His voice was sex and honey.

"Yeah?"

"The Prince of Cups commands your attendance."

I hadn't had much contact with the four princes who ruled the vampires of England. I knew they went by Cups, Swords, Coins, and Wands, and near as I could tell, Cups got people laid, Swords killed people, Coins bought people, and Wands kept the whole thing quiet.

"I don't work for vampires." I finished my drink and poured myself another.

His whiskey-gold eyes scanned my office. "It doesn't look like you work at all."

Zing.

There weren't many reformed sex demons working for vampire princes in this town. In fact, there was exactly one reformed sex demon working for a vampire prince. So, this had to be Ashriel, right-hand man to Julian Saint-Germain, Prince of Cups. The word on the street was that he'd gone celibate, which made him about half as dangerous as most other demons but still twice as dangerous as, say, me. And, as luck would have it, he and his boss were two of the city's supernatural power players I'd managed not to piss off. Probably because I hadn't met either of them.

I leaned back in my chair and gave him the once-over, which even I could admit was no chore. The promise of sex rolled off him like too much cologne. He was beautiful, and deadly, and thankfully not my type. "Sit down, then. Tell me what this is about."

He poured himself into a chair like bourbon over ice, hands folding primly in his lap. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to disclose any details. I'm simply here to escort you to the prince."

"Escort?"

That could've meant anything from a polite drive to a bag over my head. I leaned forwards to pour myself a top-up, reaching with the other hand for the blade duct-taped to the bottom of my desk. I had a whole row of them: gold for vampires, silver for werewolves, iron for faeries, sanctified steel for demons. I hadn't worked out how to kill an angel yet, but I'd only had to try once.

"Escort," he repeated.

It wasn't a bag-over-the-head tone, so I left the knife. Kept the drink.

"I'll need more than that before I agree to anything."

"You don't have to agree to anything. You only have to come with me. And you will be compensated for your time."

"Eight hundred a day." I chinked my glass against the empty bottle. "Plus expenses."

"That's outrageous." He sounded almost amused.

"It's my 'I don't work for vampires' rate. Take it or leave it."

He stood, apparently taking it. "Shall we go?"

Not even an attempt to haggle. That meant one of two things. Either this was a "money is no object" kinda deal, or they were planning to kill me before payday. I went to one of my cupboards and slid back the false panel. The incubus drew in a soft breath. I had a lot of knives. Really, a lot of knives. And I liked people to know it.

Ashriel flicked up a brow. "There's caution, and then there's paranoia."

"I'm a big fan of alive." I took gold and sanctified steel. And a hip flask. "Where exactly will we be going?" "The Velvet."

No surprises there. If you wanted to drink, dance, or fuck in London, chances were you'd be paying the Prince of Cups for the privilege, and the Velvet on Brewer Street was the heart of Julian Saint-Germain's Empire of Sleaze.

"All right." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and traced a route on Google Maps. "But this is the way we're going."

He stood and leaned over me to peer at the map. He smelled of clean skin and sandalwood, with an underlying sweetness you might want to lick from his naked body. If you were into that. "What? No. That's ridiculous. We should go down Kingsway, not Drury Lane."

"It's my way or no way."

"Fine." He gave an exasperated sigh, but his orders probably involved getting me to Brewer Street, not bickering about the route.

It didn't seem like a trap, but that didn't mean it wasn't one. And anyway, there were tolls on Kingsway.

I locked up and followed Ashriel's taut little arse downstairs.

A metallic green Mini Roadster was parked on the double yellow lines outside my office. And here was me thinking that working for the prince of pleasure might actually involve some, y'know, pleasure. Where was the limo? The champagne? The twitchy-tailed bunny girls to drape themselves all over me? "Under-compensating for something?" He grinned. All that and dimples too.

"Why me?" I asked, once I'd stuffed myself into the passenger seat, folding my legs up like reluctant concertinas.

Ashriel's eyes slid sideways and caught mine for a moment. "Discretion. Skills. You used to be the best."

"You used to shag your lovers to death. People change."

"Their behaviour, yes. In essentials, no."

He was still watching me, his eyes pools of sunlight drawing me onwards with promises of unimagined sexual ecstasy.

Been there, done that. I yawned.

"See." He dropped the demonic crap. "Useful skills."

I snorted.

Ashriel was texting one-handed with his phone pressed to the steering wheel. I reached instinctively for my knife, and he sighed. "I'm letting Julian know we're on our way. Not calling down an airstrike or marshalling my army of PI-eating demons."

It's all fun and games until someone gets stabbed in the back.

"Mind if I smoke?" he asked when he was done.

"Knock yourself out."

He pulled out a packet of unfiltered Camels and put one between his lips, and I reached my arm across the seats to light it for him, the flame from my Zippo defining the arch of his cheekbones in flickering gold. I should really get a new lighter. This one was a present from Eve and had the Serenity Prayer engraved on it. She always did have a cruel sense of humour. I used to find it pretty hot.

"Help yourself, by the way." Ashriel reduced the cigarette to a column of ash in a single inhalation.

"Yeah, right." Never take stuff from demons. Rule number obvious.

"Oscar Wilde," he drawled, "wrote that a cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied." He paused. "Wanker."

About ten minutes later, we pulled up at the Velvet. The place used to be a strip club in the sixties, a history it flaunted like a pair of nipple tassels. It was red and gold on the outside and red and gold on the inside; dirty, decadent, and smugly ironic, as though it was flashing you and winking at you at the same time.

Ashriel led me past mirrored walls and geometric Deco fountains, golden balustrades and plush velvet booths. It was what you'd call an intimate venue — full of nooks and crannies with no line of sight. I hated intimate venues. And I could have done without the low ceiling and the endless horizon of me reflected by the mirrors. Fuck, I'd let myself go a bit.

There was a gallery concealed behind suspicious-looking red velvet curtains and a corner stage still sparkling with glitter and lost sequins. Beyond the bar (more mirrors and gleaming racks of bottles), we passed a fire exit leading to the alley outside, and went through a set of swing doors opening onto a stone staircase. Each step was edged by a stripe of fading yellow paint, and the walls were covered with health and safety notices, fire drills, staff schedules, and hand-scribbled memos. Honestly, I was just glad to get away from all that shiny.

The next floor was a dressing area. One wall had been given over to yet more mirrors, each set into a frame of bare bulbs, while the rest of the room was a carnage of discarded glamour. I catalogued racks of costumes, ostrich feather fans tangled with wigs in every colour of the rainbow, silk stockings and feather boas, haphazard piles of makeup, and dodgy props, including a six-foot martini glass with its own inflatable olive.

The final staircase took us up to a much smaller admin area. There were a couple of office workers here, tapping away at their keyboards and answering phones. But as soon as Ashriel stepped through the door, they stopped whatever they were doing and stared at him. He was standing close enough to me that I felt his body tense.

Demons can't feel pleasure unless they steal it from someone else, which means they're basically out-of-control junkies. And their hit of choice is people, the only drug that actually jumps up and down shouting, "Pick me, pick me!" I'd have felt sorry for him if I hadn't seen how badly demons can fuck you over. And the more damage they do, the stronger they get and the harder it is to kick them back to Hell where they belong. Which sounds harsh, but demons hurt people just by existing. I'd never met one that was trying to stop. If he really wasn't feeding on anyone, Ashriel had chosen to make his own life a living hell. Poor fucker.

I offered him an alternative temptation. "Smoke?"

He pulled a cigarette from the packet with a crackle of paper that made me want one too. "Marlboro Lights," he sighed. "Barely a peck on the cheek of destruction."

"I'm commitment phobic."

He bit off the filter. "Julian is waiting for you. Straight through there. I'll be downstairs."

Once he departed, office life slowly resumed with a clacking of keyboards. There was only one other door in the room. "Julian Saint-Germain — Manager" was embossed on it in gleaming gold. And just like that we were back in Shinyland. I went inside, only mildly reassured by all the knives I'd brought. Vampire princes being what they were, I could have been stepping into anything.

But it was quite nice in there.

No orgies of androgynous bonk demons. No blood-slaves chained to the furniture. Instead, accents of gold on walls the colour of a really good merlot, lots of gleaming, honey-coloured wood, and the sort of heavy antique furniture you're not allowed to make anymore because trees, conservation, blah. Between the exposed ceiling beams, a vast skylight framed the rooftops and towers of the London horizon against a sweep of grey morning sky. Now that was just showing off. Even though it didn't physically hurt them, most vampires avoided direct sunlight because it weakened their powers. You'd only hold court under a giant window well after dawn if you were crazy powerful or crazy reckless. I was guessing the Prince of Cups was both.

Julian Saint-Germain was sprawled in a chair that was basically a throne, one leg hooked casually over the arm for maximum possible louche.

"Well," she purred, her Bette Davis eyes sweeping me up and down, "you're not quite what I was expecting."

Huh.

That made two of us.

CHAPTER 2

Princes & Corpses

She was wearing the traditional uniform of that sort of vampire: tight leather trousers, knee-high boots, a plum velvet frock coat, and a sleazy grin. Her ridiculously ruffly shirt had slipped from one shoulder to reveal ivory skin and a hint of black lace. And I was staring.

There was no point wishing I'd showered this morning, but I wished I'd showered this morning.

"Well, you're just what I was expecting, Ms. Saint-Germain." I folded my arms and pointedly neglected her title.

"Call me Julian, sweeting. Let's be intimate."

"Let's not. And don't call me sweeting."

She pulled her leg from its rest and leaned forwards on her throne, elbows propped on her knees as she studied me. I dug through what little I knew about Julian Saint-Germain: vampire (obviously), probably about eight hundred years old, powerful, ruthless, and ... hot? Really, really hot. She was giving me a use for words I'd never thought I'd need. Gamine. Sylph-like. Exquisite. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

"You," she said suddenly, "have extraordinary eyes."

I do. They're purple. Thanks, Mum.

But Julian's voice came over me like a rush of silk, and it took me a long moment to remember that I was done with vampire bullshit. I turned to leave. It was mid-morning, so I was spared a full-on vamp-bamf, but she darted past me anyway, an inhuman blur.

One day, a vampire will do that to someone and they'll just keep walking. One day.

But not today.

I stopped just before we collided. We were so close that I'd have felt her breathing except she, well, wasn't. She was shorter than me — most people are — but that just meant she had to turn her face up to mine as if she was expecting a kiss. Damn it. Damn it.

I rolled my extraordinary eyes at her. "You didn't invite me here to practice cheap pickup lines."

"No" — she grinned — "but I'm willing to be flexible if you are."

"I'm armed, you know."

"I do know." She took a step forwards, her body aligning itself to mine, cold but yielding in all the right places. "I enjoy dangerous women in fedoras." Her fingers danced down my forearm, outlining the shape of my knife through my sleeve.

I sidestepped, and she followed as though we were dancing.

"Oh my," she murmured. "Your heart is beating so fast. I can almost taste it."

I leaned away from her. "Do you actually need a PI?"

She moved back and ran a hand through her hair, which was short and dark and looked like it would be as soft as feathers beneath my fingers. Which I wasn't thinking. Not at all. "You distracted me," she complained, as though it was somehow my fault that she'd jumped all over me. "There's a dead body in the alley outside."

"And it just slipped your mind?"

"No, I just decided to seduce you first."

"Corpse first."

"He's dead, he's not going anywhere."

"You're dead."

"Yes, but I'm better in bed." She waggled her eyebrows.

I growled. "Tell me about the goddamn murder."

"And Ash said you wouldn't take the case."

"Wait, what? I ... haven't taken the case."

She smiled brilliantly, snow-white teeth and cherry-red lips. "Then why are you asking me about it?"

Well. Damn it. Damn it again. She had me there.

She sauntered off and took a seat on the edge of her desk, one leg drawn up to her chest, the other swinging idly. Lethal had never been so cute. "Obviously I'm paying for your discretion as well as your ... services." She did the eyebrow thing again. "I really don't need the mortal authorities to start poking into my business, or for the press to get hold of this. 'Man Horribly Killed While Trying to Have a Good Time' is not going to sell out my venues." Her expression turned momentarily thoughtful. "Or maybe it would, I don't know. People can be so macabre. Anyway, find out who did it so I can stop them doing it again." Her fangs flashed. "By killing them."

"What makes you think it's connected to you?"

"Sweeting, I'm a motherfucking vampire prince. Everything is connected to me."

(Continues…)


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Drea_Reads More than 1 year ago
Kate is a flawed and witty heroine.  I received this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. P.I. Kate Kane is in a bad way. Her partner’s dead, she’s nearly out of booze, and the bill collectors are hounding her. Against her better judgment she accepts a job solving a murder on the dreaded vampires’ turf. That vampire happens to be a hot chick Kate knows is exactly the wrong sort for her (and thus exactly the sort she digs). One thing leads to six others and bam, Kate is stuck in the middle of monster politics with a brand new hot vampire girlfriend who despite her age, needs plenty of protecting. From the book cover, I thought this would be a period book. It’s not. But that doesn’t detract from the story in the slightest.  Kate is a flawed and witty heroine. Her quips had me laughing from the very start of the book straight through to the end. And the characters surrounding her are each brilliant in their own way. This debut series has magic, mayhem, and sexy times. With so many different supernatural creatures in Kate's world, one might think it would be too much but the author makes it work superbly. There's no scrimping on conflict, action, or a satisfying ending. I can’t wait for the next installment in the Kate Kane, Paranormal Investigator series. Too bad this one hasn't even released yet. *taps her nails on the desk and waits* I give it 5 stars and a few pieces of fancy chocolate ;)
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars  Reviewed by Guest Reviewer/Leigh & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog Yay!! Iron & Velvet is the first book in what promises to be an excellent urban fantasy series – I can’t wait to read more! Kate Kane is a paranormal investigator, but her work of late has been slow…or rather nonexistent. That is until she is summoned by a Vampire Prince to investigate a death in the Prince’s territory. You come to find out that this Prince – the Prince of Cups – is actually a she, as the title is a formal title and not gender-specific. Being that Kate is a lesbian and completely attracted to the Prince – Julian Saint-Germain – she takes the job. Of course, since she currently has no work getting paid is quite the incentive as well. After some quick investigating, Kate determines that the murder victim outside of Julian’s club is a werewolf. This could prove bad and lead to tensions between the vampires and werewolves and other paranormal beings as well if things are not resolved quickly. Not too long after there is another another attack specifically on Julian. Are these attacks related or separate? Kate works hard to discover the truth. Hall has created an excellent beginning to this urban fantasy series – one of my favorite genres. I had never read lesbian romance before so I was a bit hesitant, but I shouldn’t have been. There were some romantic parts, but it was done well, like that with other genres and I found I didn’t mind the extra girly bits even though I primarily read m/m or heterosexual. First of all, Kate Kane is awesome! She has a fabulous dry humor, and she had me laughing out loud quite a bit. Add to that that she is not a damsel in distress by any stretch of the imagination, nor is she so over-the-top with powers and strength that she is ridiculously unrealistic. She’s somewhere right in the middle, and damn near perfect for a main character female lead. She makes mistakes, but she owns up to them, and she has strength in battle at appropriate times but not so perfect that she doesn’t get harmed. She really is a perfect mix for a female heroine in my opinion. Add to that, Hall has written a slew of fabulous supporting characters that I enjoyed reading about immensely. While Kate tries to deny herself feelings for Julian, she finally gives in, and these two women together are a joy to read. They have great banter and even better chemistry. Throughout the book, the reader is introduced to a handful of other characters who make repeat appearances, and they are really enjoyable to read as well. Some are annoying but add depth to the story, and others are just ones I really, really like and hope to see more of in future books. Hall entices the reader as well with some questions and mysteries surrounding Kate that I look forward to learning. Her mother is a powerful Faery, and while we get information about her and Kate’s lineage, I look forward to learning more about their history and their relationship. And then there’s the issue of her previous partner in the business who is now dead. Kate blames herself for his death, but we don’t know the details of it yet. The only quibble I had with Iron & Velvet is that it seemed that just about every female character in the book was a lesbian, and just about all of them are or have been infatuated with or attracted to Kate. To me that just doesn’t seem very realistic, in either sense. Also, there were a few editing mistakes – missing words or the wrong word usage – but those were not enough to distract me from the enjoyment of the book. Overall, I definitely recommend Iron & Velvet if you enjoy a great paranormal series full of wit and humor, a little bit of spice, and great action. Hall writes very well, and I was able to imagine the scenery and action taking place with his descriptions and prose. I leave you with a great quote that shows Kate’s humor and is a great descriptor for the book as a whole:
besu 9 months ago
Sorry, this was not for me. The writer is just trying too hard to make this a hard boiled PI noir book and it comes off phony. She never misses an opportunity to insert a cliche. It overburdens the story and makes it plod along. The main character is meant to be snarky and self deprecating but she comes off flat and unlikeable. There is so much back story that it doesn’t feel like this is book one. It felt like it was book three of a trilogy. I really didn’t care for any of the characters and the “romance” was not really believable. It was obvious that the writer borrowed from so many other stories, maybe trying to pay homage but it seemed unimaginative to me. I know it’s a paranormal fantasy but I found it unrealistic. It felt like an assignment from a creative writing class that was in need of a good editor. I really wanted to like this book but just couldn’t. I received an ARC from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review. All opinions expressed are my own.
Momma_Becky 10 months ago
I tried, I really did. I wanted to like this book. I did like the premise, but the reality of it was thoroughly disappointing. Part of that can be chalked up to world-building by way of info dumps. Then, there's the unlikable main character. I can and often do appreciate snark and wit, but Kate just wasn't likable, which could also be the reason I couldn't get on board with the romance. Either that, or there really was no chemistry. All of that aside, I think the biggest annoyance was all the borrowed elements. I sat this book aside a number of times and kept coming back to try again, but it finally reached a point that I was merely tallying up things I'd seen in other urban fantasy/paranormal stories. In the end, it felt like a mish-mash of so many other stories. If you're completely new to the genre and been living off the grid for some time, maybe you'll like this one better than I did. For me, I think it's safe to say that I won't be recommending this one, nor will I be continuing with the series.
Judeinthestars 11 months ago
Kate Kane (not Batwoman) is a London PI with a complex backstory. Her partner was killed and it seems she was responsible, one of her exes is a vampire, another is a Witch Queen, she swears she’ll never get involved with another vampire but never say never, eh? So when a werewolf is murdered and Kate is asked by a Vampire Prince (who would be a princess if she wasn’t a vampire, I guess) to investigate, she agrees and tries hard (not really) to resist her employer’s charms. I know it’s unfair but I’m always a little biased against lesfic books written by men. It’s not that they’re men per se, it’s more that I worry about the male gaze, whether it’s in books, movies or TV series. Plus there are so many good books written by women (most of whom are wlw), they’re usually my priority. So many books, so little time, you know? With this one, I was misled by the author’s name but it was a perfectly fun read anyway. I enjoyed the tone and the tongue-in-cheek humor. I liked the whole film noir and femme fatale feel of it. It was a bit like a Raymond Chandler novel but with vampires, witches and werewolves. And lesbians. It’s funny and sexy and action-packed. In the end, that’s all I care about. I am therefore totally looking forward to book 2. I received a copy from the publisher and I am voluntarily leaving a review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely fell in love with the interesting story and characters. Alexis Hall hits it out of the park with this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
is a badass and Kate Kane is a badass and Julian is one sexy motherf*cking vampire prince. Every character is intriguing and the action never stops.Please keep these books coming
jojoNE More than 1 year ago
As a fan of paranormal reads I was immediately drawn to this atmospheric and lyrically depicted world inhabited by werewolves, vampires, and Fae. From its pulse-pounding action scenes to complicated main character, Alexis Hall has created a memorable read that sets itself apart from other paranormal stories. Kate Kane is a heroine not always easy to like. Since the death of her business partner and because of her numerous relationship issues she's become hardened and cynical. Booze and cigarettes have become her best friends. Life becomes complicated when she's called in to discover who killed a werewolf outside the club owned by a Vampire Prince. From that moment on numerous creatures become possible villains as Kate discovers whodunit while navigating her burgeoning relationship with the vampire Julian in some steamy sexual encounters. Alongside this sensual yet antagonistic relationship comes numerous action-packed scenes that drag out the mystery way too long. These action scenes also introduce a slew of secondary characters that are just as quickly forgotten and distracted from the overall mystery. Kate and Julian make a compelling couple in their intense attraction that's far from loving. Theirs is a battle of wills that results in lots of verbal banter that amps up the sexual tension. It's not often a f/f relationship is depicted and this one is erotic though far from romantic. The world-building in this story draws you in with each otherworldly group clearly defined. Some mythological stereotypes are apparent whereas new mythos are presented too. I found the writing style a bit flowery and melodramatic at times but definitely unique and engrossing. Kate is a polarizing character because of her snarkiness and won't be everyone's idea of the quintessential heroine but she is memorable and I look forward to her solving more mysteries in the future.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Some things I could live without but overall a good book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable, and funny. I only wish they were longer. Sometimes the story seemed bit rushed, but overall you get the point. I hope there are more in this series.