Succubus Lost

Succubus Lost

by Tiffany Allee


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ISBN-13: 9781943336302
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Pages: 168
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.39(d)

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Succubus Lost

From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency

By Tiffany Allee, Kerry Vail

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Tiffany Allee
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-929-5


The smell hit me first. Not decay, like I'd expected after being called to the site of a homicide, but cremains and trash.

Spotlights and flashlights lit the darkened alley, casting eerie shadows onto the asphalt and against the brick of the surrounding buildings. It was enough to make a person imagine threats that didn't exist, monsters hiding in the shadows. Surreal.

The alleyway behind La Maison wasn't exactly as nice as the lobby of the chic Chicago hotel, and the night air was cooling quickly. I glanced longingly toward the back door of the building and clutched my blazer a little tighter around me, wishing I'd worn pants instead of a skirt for once. Inside the hotel door lay the kitchen, and past that was one of the nicest lounge bars in the city, as well as a first-rate restaurant. Putting on my cop face — a slightly knowing smile that my friend Mac called "smug with a touch of haughty" — I followed Astrid into the Dumpster-filled alley where a metal trash can seemed to be the source of the ashy scent wafting down the street.

"I'm Astrid Holmes, and this is Marisol Whitman." Astrid flashed her badge at a police officer and a man in a crime scene investigator's jacket. I did the same. This was her case, so I'd follow her lead. "What do we got?" she asked, her voice almost too official.

The CSI spoke first. "Freak squad, huh? Looks like a body, burned."

Neither Astrid nor I so much as blinked at his rude greeting. It wasn't the first time we'd been called freaks, and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last.

At our lack of reactions, the CSI continued. "We won't know for sure until we get the cremated remains back to the lab, but we've got bits of teeth, some melted fillings, and small pieces of bone." Again the middle-aged man in the CSI jacket paused as if waiting for a dramatic response. The Chicago wind kicked up, and the ash smell grew even more pungent. Something living had definitely burned here.

"We've got guys going through this Dumpster again, and a couple of teams checking out the Dumpsters nearby," the uniform said, giving the other man a bored glance. "Just in case some evidence was stuffed into one of them."

"Who found the victim?" Astrid asked.

"Kitchen manager of the bakery." He nodded to a building on the opposite side of the alley from the hotel. "Says he saw someone heading outta here fast, around four thirty this morning, but he didn't get a good look at him. Big guy, he said."

"No wonder he didn't see much out here," I muttered. Sure, there was a lot of light with our equipment in the area, but otherwise the whole shadowy space would only have been lit by a single standing streetlamp. I squinted at the light.

"Yeah, especially since it happened in the middle of the night — well, technically early this morning. The man who chased the guy called us, but since he couldn't say for sure what the guy was doing, a unit didn't get out here until ten this morning. It took us a while to figure out the ashes were human, then we didn't know whether it was one of yours or not. Lieutenant said to call in your sensitive, though. That she'd be able to tell."

Astrid's attention had slipped away from our conversation, and her gaze was affixed on the metal trash barrel less than twenty feet away. As a sensitive — a human naturally gifted with the ability to feel magic and energy — she was probably itching to check out the remains.

"Why don't you go have a look-see," I suggested. "I'll finish up here."

Astrid's eyes widened and she nodded, then hurried away. The girl really needed to work on her cop face.

I gleaned a few more bits of information from the uniform, who was more than willing to talk the case with an attractive succubus. Yes, they'd questioned the manager. No, he didn't seem like he was hiding anything. No, they hadn't found anything else to suggest this was a murder scene, but their techs were scouring the area for blood as we spoke.

Unfortunately, my succubus powers weren't very helpful with gaining more information from a fellow cop who was already being forthright. Although my unconscious powers were likely loosening his tongue, between my questions he just jabbered incessantly about things like the weather and my eyes. Poor thing probably thought he was flirting. Luckily for me and my job security, unconscious powers were not illegal to use — they were just a part of an otherworlder. That's why lots of police departments and government agencies loved to use vampire interrogators. The aura of fear vamps carried was an effective tool to get people to cooperate. A sexy aura didn't always work as well as fear.

Astrid caught my eye as I interrogated the cop. Facing us, she stood over the metal barrel, hands open, palms down over the trash container. She didn't seem to be touching anything but was as close as humanly possible without violating any evidence-handling rules.

She frowned and then walked around the barrel, turning so her back faced our small group. I waved the officer off and walked toward her. Careful to keep my heels quiet against the asphalt, I gave her a wide berth and made my way around to stand a few feet in front of her, but off to the side.

As I took in her expression, I smiled. Her brows were drawn together as she concentrated. Her mouth formed a sour expression, like she sucked on a lemon. When her features were taken together, her expression was truly dramatic and altogether silly.

Suddenly, she let out a small sigh and her face relaxed. She opened her eyes and gave me a level look. "Please quit staring at me. It makes me paranoid about how I look when I need to be concentrating."

My cheeks heated, I muttered an apology, and then turned my attention to the asphalt around me.

"Actually, if you wouldn't mind ..." Astrid's voice was hesitant.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "What? I'm not watching, I swear."

"No, it's just ... it's harder to get a read if an OW is nearby. Muddles things up a bit."

Oh. No wonder. Astrid could feel the energies of any otherworlders around her. If I lingered, my succubus energy could drown out or jumble any traces she might pick up from the remains. "Got it," I said, making myself scarce. I went to look for the uniform and CSI who'd first talked to us. Couldn't hurt to make sure we'd gotten every bit of information from them possible.

Interrogation was what I was good at, after all.

Light from the window pressed against my eyelids, and I threw an arm over my face. Damn curtains. I'd been more than a little drunk when Astrid had dropped me off the night before. What had I done? Opened them?

Astrid convinced me to get a drink after our sweep of the crime scene left us with little to go on until we got some lab work back. Then we lamented over our normally laughable cases, and having someone on the less-dangerous end of the otherworlder scale to talk to made me feel like I wasn't alone in my general assignment of crappy cases. A fact that didn't make me feel a whole lot better that I was usually relegated to interrogating suspects in the safety of the station. At least Astrid caught good cases because of her vampire partner sometimes, although she was lucky they let her out of the office with Claude out of town.

I tottered to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, yelping as the cold water hit me. Slowly, my brain unfuzzied and I was able to dress with a modicum of stability and care. I carefully applied makeup and styled my long blond hair into a loose chignon. Satisfied with my appearance, I wandered down to the kitchen, grabbed my teakettle from the stove, and filled it.

It had been a long time since I'd allowed myself to get more than just tipsy, even with people I trusted.

The source of the stress I'd needed to drink off was none other than my boss. Lieutenant Vasquez's face flashed in my mind and I pushed down the anger that followed. I was a good cop, even if he thought I was nothing more than a bit of fluff, a conwoman who could get men to confess with her false charm. And I was good at training new detectives, even if Vasquez never gave my partners and me any particularly challenging cases.

I reached into the cupboard next to the stove and pulled out a teabag, then grabbed a cup from another cabinet. It wasn't entirely Vasquez's fault. I knew that. New detectives rarely got the toughest cases, especially when they were partnered with a succubus. As far as otherworlders went, succubi weren't the toughest — or anywhere near the most fearsome — species. Not that we couldn't be stronger than the average human, but that required feeding. And in order to stay sane, that would necessitate, at the very least, a long-term partner.

I hadn't had even a boyfriend in years. Not since before Elaine was attacked.

The teakettle whistled, and I suppressed a sigh of pure self-pity. The clock read ten, and some terribly important shoes awaited Elaine at the mall. Shoes she needed my credit card to purchase.

"Elaine!" I yelled at the open loft area that led to Elaine's bedroom. "Time to get up. Shopping was your idea."

I grabbed the newspaper off the front step, wandered back to the kitchen, and opened it. As I listened for the sound of the upstairs shower, I scanned the articles. Getting Elaine up and around had never been an issue until she'd started college, and she rarely stayed out obscenely late, but her new ability to sleep well past what the rest of the world considered morning was another small adjustment.

When silence still permeated the house after I'd made it to the comics, I poured myself another cup of tea and hiked up the stairs. Elaine's shift from shut-in to social butterfly had gone clear past normal kid and into the realm of super student. She managed to hold a very aggressive academic schedule and do very well at it. But how did she expect to add a part-time job onto her load when she couldn't even get herself up? Not that she'd gotten around to doing more than talking about looking for a job.

I paused. She never slept with her door open, but I heard nothing from the bathroom to my left, and that door stood a few inches ajar as well. Hands shaking, I pushed her bedroom door open and my stomach twisted at the sight of her bed. Corners tucked just so, made in the hotel fashion that I used when helping her put new bedding on.

I touched the bed. My head grew light and I took a deep breath. She hadn't slept here last night.

I raced down the stairs to the house phone and hit the voice-mail button. No messages. I grabbed my cell phone and touched the screen. No texts. No voice mails. Nothing.

I swallowed around the cold rock growing in my throat. With trembling hands, I hit her name on my cell phone screen. She was fine. It had gotten late while she was studying so she'd stayed with Wendy. Or maybe they'd gone to a party and she was passed out on the floor somewhere. I'd kill her when I found her.

The phone rang a few times, and then a computerized voice came onto the line, informing me that the person I had called was unavailable and could I please leave a message.

Eyes burning, I took a deep breath. "Hey, it's me." I was going for light and airy, but even to my own ears I sounded like I was on the edge of tears. "Where are you? Call me as soon as you get this." I hit end and concentrated on my breathing. I had to stay calm. She was fine, and calling her friends while hysterical wasn't going to make her happy with me. But the possibility that something was really wrong was too frightening. I couldn't be worried about embarrassing her.

I hit Wendy's number and concentrated on the sound of the ringer in my ear. Four rings, six, finally Wendy's voice came onto the line. My stomach lurched.

Voice mail. Personalized with a message from Wendy, but voice mail all the same.

"Wendy, it's Marisol. Tell Elaine to call me ASAP," I snapped.

She was fine. She had to be.


I flung the door open and strode into Vasquez's office. Ignoring the two uniforms already seated in front of his old metal desk, I asked, "Where are we at?"

Vasquez nodded at the uniforms. "Grady and Parks are headed out to canvass the library." He gave them each a picture of Elaine. Her DMV photo had been blown up, and the portrait looked fuzzy and unreal. The officers got up from their seats.

"Her hair is different." I swallowed hard, trying to rid my voice of its strangled tone. "I don't have any photos of the new cut, but it's shorter than in that one. Shoulder length around her face and shorter in the back." My hand shook as I waved it around my face. At their blank looks, I added, "Like Missy, the new receptionist. But blond."

Their wide eyes narrowed in understanding, and they nodded in unison before heading out the door.

I leaned against one of the guest chairs and met Vasquez's hard gaze. "What else have you started? Did you get the missing person report filed?"

"It hasn't been twenty-four hours. Hell, Marisol, you don't even know if she's been gone twelve."

I struggled to keep my voice even. "You know that every second she's gone makes it more likely we won't find her."

His mouth was drawn in a hard line, but worry creased his brows. "I know. But she's a college student. How do you know she didn't just meet some guy —"

"She wouldn't do that! She ..." My nails dug into the vinyl lining the back of the chair. Telling Vasquez about her past wouldn't help me. He'd just assume the worst of her, more so than he already did. A boy in her high school had decided that Elaine was fair game because she was a succubus. He'd attacked her, and lost his life for it. Elaine was still more than a little fearful of men showing any interest in her, but Vasquez might see things differently. Might decide that because she'd killed before, she was some sort of criminal.

Vasquez got up from his desk and walked slowly around it. He reached for his office door and I blinked at our audience. Every eye in the station was directed at us. I swallowed a sob, and Vasquez slammed the door shut.

"Look, Whitman, I know you're worried —"

"Please! Jesus Christ, Vasquez! What if she were your sister, or your daughter?"

Vasquez frowned and considered it. I met his gaze with my own and refused to look away. I pushed my worry and fear and dread into my expression, hoping he would understand. Finally, he looked down.

"All right. We'll send out some more officers. But we can't put everyone on this."

I sat down heavily. "What about Claude? Is he back in town?" The vampire could help. He had great senses, sure, but even more than that, he had resources in the vampire community. Ones he might be willing to tap for a colleague. Claude had never shown me anything but respect, and his goodhearted nature had shown through his actions more times than I could recall. He'd help.

"Desmarais is out of town for at least three more days, on personal business. He specifically asked not to be bothered, and he told me he'd be unreachable anyway. I'm not tracking him down to help find your sister — who in all likelihood is playing hooky."

"Fine. I'll take Astrid." I pushed up from the desk.

"No. I'll send out a few more officers, but I'm not taking Holmes off a murder investigation." He raised an eyebrow. "Where am I sending the officers?"

I stopped, halfway between sitting and standing. Where should they go? One set of uniforms was already en route to the library where Elaine had supposedly been studying.

"The campus," I said around the lump in my throat. "See if anyone outside the library saw anything. And there's a pizza place not far from there they liked to go to after studying." I rubbed my temple, remembering the time I'd picked Elaine up from the restaurant. She'd looked so happy. Finally.

"Name?" Vasquez asked. I looked up at him. "The pizza place?"

"Oh. It's, um ..." My mind went blank and I forced back tears. What the hell was the name of the pizza place?

"Never mind," Vasquez said. "We'll find it. Go talk to her friends."

I nodded, unable to trust my voice.


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SmittenWithReading More than 1 year ago
My Review: Okay, so now I've read book #2 in this series. (I also did a review of book #1, Banshee Charmer, and you can find it right below this one if you are reading this review on my blog, Smitten with Reading.) I have to say I liked this book a bit better than the first, mainly because now the world is somewhat is established for us. And what an interesting world it is....with a lot of paranormal creatures you don't normally see in PNR salamanders, which is what the hero is in this book. The heroine in this book is Marisol, a succubus who we met in book #1. Her younger sister has disappeared, without a trace, and Mari knows something is wrong. When her sister was a teenager, she was attacked and she is just now starting to recover and learn how to live a normal life again. Marisol is a cop, so she immediately goes to her supervisor with her concerns. Quickly things escalate as Agent Costa (Valerio) shows up with information about a spree of kidnappings around the country that have been centered around succubus. Even though I figured out fairly early in the story who the bad guy was, I still had fun reading the story and thought that the suspense was done really well. There was more of a sense of danger in this book that definitely ramped up the excitement while reading it. There is definitely a romance aspect to these books, but I feel like it runs secondary to the mystery/suspense story line. That being said though, I really, really liked Agent Costa and his interactions with Mari. I can't imagine the difficulties there are living life as a succubus, men either wanting you or mistrusting you because of their reactions to you. Agent Costa definitely falls into the second group. He doesn't trust all. Mari's is scared to death for her sister and dealing with a difficult partner certainly isn't helping her stress levels. There was a good amount of conflict between them with the underlying sexual tension to really keep it interesting. The author found a great balance of that chemistry in this book. But you know, I'm a romance girl. These books just end with more of a Happily for Now type of ending. I want more...but I know, that's totally a me-thing, so I am trying not to let that fact sway my impression of these novels. I think the publisher is pushing these more towards the mystery/suspense side rather than the romance. But if you're like me and like the romance first and foremost, be warned...these books may leave you feeling just slightly dissatisfied in that regard at the end.
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dreamer2229 More than 1 year ago
Succubus Lost is charming, sexy, and well-written. This is the second book in the series and focuses on one of the characters introduced in book one. However, it can be read as a stand-alone. Some of the finer points will be a bit vague, but nothing that is crucial to the plot rather more background information. Both of the books have gorgeous women and charming, handsome men, and sexy scenes. The heat level, however, is more PG-13 than R rated and would be alright for more mature teens. This is a cute series with a fun and interesting mixing of paranormal with humans. In this case, the paranormals are police and FBI-like people. It’s like a tamer version of the Furry United Coalition series by Eve Langlais. I give these books 4 out of 5 clouds and a heat rating of 3 chili peppers.