Alice Worth Box Set (Books 1 - 3 & Bonus Novella)

Book : Alice Worth

by Lisa Edmonds

Genres: Paranormal; Urban Fantasy; Occult & Supernatural; Paranormal Romance; Crime & Mystery; Supernatural suspense; urban fantasy; paranormal romance; magic; female sleuth; paranormal mystery; vampires; werewolves; kickass female protagonist

Synopsis

From highly acclaimed urban fantasy author, Lisa Edmonds, comes the Alice Worth Box Set. The collection contains books 1 – 3 and a bonus novella including Heart of Malice, Heart of Fire, Heart of Ice, and Blood Money. Join Alice and help solve the paranormal mystery today!

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HEART OF MALICE (Book 1)

The first time Moses Murphy's granddaughter killed on his orders, she was six years old.

For twenty years, she was a prisoner of an organized crime syndicate, forced to use her magic to make Moses the most powerful and feared man on the East Coast. To escape his cruelty, she faked her own death and started a new life as Alice Worth. As a private investigator specializing in cases involving the supernatural, Alice walks a precarious line between atoning for the sins of her grandfather's cabal and keeping her true identity hidden.

Hired to investigate the disappearance of a mysterious object of power, Alice enlists the help of Malcolm, a ghost running from a past as nightmarish as her own. It soon becomes clear the missing object was taken by someone with a dangerous secret and an unknown agenda. When her client is kidnapped, Alice must find her and the object of power before a vengeful killer destroys the city and slaughters thousands—starting with Alice.

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HEART OF FIRE (Book 2)

It has been a rough month for mage private investigator Alice Worth.

Alice hasn't had a decent night's sleep in weeks, her relationship with werewolf Sean Maclin is on the rocks, a federal agent hounds her every step, and a powerful vampire whose ulterior motives have ulterior motives watches her every move. It's enough to drive any woman to drink.

Just when Alice's ghost sidekick Malcolm is about to stage an intervention, her former employer, Mark Dunlap, enlists her help to find out who's been kidnapping women off the streets. As the list of the missing grows, the city's anger turns against the vampires, and the Vampire Court hires Mark and Alice to find those responsible. After the case reunites her with Sean, Alice is forced to confront painful demons from her past, as well as the very real demon who wants her dead and the vampire determined to control her power.

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HEART OF ICE (Book 3)

Even the coldest hearts can burn...

After closing a big case for the Vampire Court, mage private investigator Alice Worth is relieved to be back solving magical mysteries with her ghost sidekick Malcolm and spending quality time with sexy alpha werewolf Sean. Her latest case puts her on the trail of a burglary ring targeting wealthy collectors of magical objects. Meanwhile, Alice's grandfather, crime lord Moses Murphy, fights a local boss for control of the city. Soon a new danger emerges: Moses's new lieutenant is someone Alice knows and this is one family reunion she wants to avoid at all costs.

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BLOOD MONEY (Novella)

Charles Vaughan has always had great taste in women, and the Vampire Court's newest investigator, Alice Worth, looks very tasty indeed.

In two hundred years, Charles has never met anyone quite like Alice. Minutes after meeting him for the first time, she threatens to burn down Vampire Court headquarters. By the end of the night, Charles is sure of two things: Alice is not who or what she seems, and someday she will be his...if she doesn't get herself killed first.

Release date: November 5, 2018

Publisher: City Owl Press

Print pages: 1434

Content advisory: Language, violence, sexual content

Sample

I was just finishing my second beer when someone leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Want to do something insane?”

            As pickup lines went, it wasn’t half bad.

            I set my glass on the bar and looked up. He was dark-haired, gorgeous, and tall, dwarfing me by almost a foot—and at five-six plus heels, I wasn’t exactly short. I took a moment to savor the close-up view of his impressively muscled chest and let my appreciation show in my voice when I answered, “Absolutely.”

            He drained the last of his bourbon and tossed a crisp hundred on the bar next to our empty glasses. “Then let’s get out of here.”

            I let him help me slide down off my barstool. His eyes moved approvingly from my tall boots to my thighs and over my short dress to my cleavage, where they paused for a moment before meeting my gaze. “Scott,” he said and held my jacket while I put it on.

            I smiled up at him. “Alice.”

            “Nice to meet you, Alice.” He offered his hand, and I took it. We plowed through the crowded bar toward the front door.

            When we finally emerged on the sidewalk, I tucked my arm through Scott’s and fell in step beside him. Despite the cold, he didn’t need a coat; I felt his warmth even through my leather jacket. He smelled smoky and woodsy, like a forest fire.

“What’s on the agenda?” I asked as we strolled along Ninth Street, past a dozen bars and late-night cafés.

            “Have you ever flown the 101?”

            I laughed. “I’ve driven the Pacific Coast Highway. I didn’t know you could fly it.”

            He grinned at me. “In my car, we can.”

            “Let’s do it.” I squeezed his arm. “Where are you parked?”

             “Up ahead a couple of blocks.”

            The March wind was bitterly cold on my bare legs. Though we walked quickly, within minutes, I was shivering.

             “Come on—we’re almost there.” Scott squeezed me against his side with an enormous arm.

            “How did you manage to get parking down here on a Saturday, anyway?” I asked, pouting a bit. “I’m all the way over on Fulton, in a pay lot.”

            “I know the guy who owns McGovern’s Steakhouse,” Scott replied. “He lets me park in his alley whenever I’m here.”

            “Well, that sure is convenient.”

            Scott flashed me a smile. We were in front of McGovern’s, which was already closed for the night. At one a.m., there weren’t many pedestrians around. It was cold enough that anyone who was out was in a hurry to get where they were going, and the most popular bars were back in the direction we’d come from. Where Scott was parked, there was nothing but long-closed restaurants and shops. I saw one other couple about a block behind us, wrapped in long coats, their heads down as they talked quietly, but no one else was in sight. The sharp staccato sound of my boot heels echoed as we walked.

            Finally, we rounded the corner and started into the alley behind the steakhouse. It was a relief to be out of the wind. Ahead, by the light of a single streetlight, I saw a black Porsche 911 Turbo parked in front of a large sign that read Authorized Vehicles Only.

“Nice car,” I remarked as we approached it.

            “Thanks,” he said, and punched me.

            I felt him tense up and managed to turn a fraction of a second before he swung, so his massive fist connected with my side instead of my stomach.

Pain exploded in my ribs. I gasped and hit Scott’s chest with both hands. Magic flared, and he flew backward into the side of the restaurant, leaving a man-sized crater in the brick wall. He landed in a crouch with a snarl, his eyes blazing bright red.

            My left side hurt so badly it was hard to think for a moment, and I wondered if he’d broken any ribs. I held my side and spooled my earth magic. Green flames sparked on my skin as a five-foot-long whip-like stream of cold fire emerged from my right hand. I lashed the Porsche’s front tire, and it split with a loud bang and the hiss of air escaping. I smiled grimly. No quick getaways for him.

            “Bitch,” Scott growled. His voice was deeper and more gravelly now that he was no longer pretending to be human. “My car!”

            “I guess you won’t be flying the 101 anytime soon,” I said. “And by the way, that’s a terrible line.”

The half demon glowered at me. Above us, the streetlight buzzed and flickered. “What do you want?” he demanded.

            “You’re coming with me. I’ve got a Court summons with your name on it.”

            His eyes glowed brighter with anger. “I don’t answer to the humans,” he snarled.

            The corner of my mouth turned up. “No, the other Court.”

            Scott hissed. I tensed and shifted my weight, ready for him to attack.

            Instead, the bastard ran.