The Elemental Detective by Kirsten Weiss Excerpt

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The Elemental Detective (Riga Hayworth #5)

  • By Kirsten Weiss
  • Editions: ebook
  • Published: December 21st 2013 by misterio press
  • Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy / Mystery
  • Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
    Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
    When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?
    Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.
    ~ Goodreads

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    Excerpt


    Pages 1 – 3:

    ” The palms outside rattled like bones, awakening Riga. A warm salt breeze slipped through the

    open door, and shivered across her bare skin. Beside her, the mattress sagged, the bed frame creaking

    an accompaniment to her own, steady breathing.

    One breath, rising and falling. Her breath.

    Muddled by sleep, she stilled, her heart leaping with a sudden jolt of adrenaline as she

    understood it wasn’t her husband beside her, weighting the bed. Riga kept her breathing steady, and

    extended her other senses. Probing. She opened her eyes, peering through her lashes. Through the

    open glass door, the moon illuminated a winged figure, hunched beside her on the hotel’s bed.

    “Brigitte!” Riga sat up, torn between annoyance and the panic rising in her throat. She clutched

    the sheet to her breasts. “What are you doing here? Where’s Donovan?”

    The gargoyle shrugged, the sound of rocks grating together, and the bed shifted. “Monsieur

    Mosse left an hour ago,” she graveled, a French-accented Lauren Bacall. “And his whereabouts are the

    least of your worries.”

    Riga lurched to the left and reached for the bedside lamp. Instead, her fingers found emptiness,

    fumbled in the dark, then touched a wooden leg, upright, seemingly supporting nothing. Where the hell

    had the tabletop gone? Her fingers brushed a rounded stump and it fell over with a crash. Where the

    hell had the lamp gone?

    She swung her feet out of bed, took two steps, and bashed her shin into something hard. Riga

    felt along the wall and smacked the light switch, cursing. Uncomprehending, she stared. Everything

    but the bed had been turned upside down. Cushioned wicker chairs. Wooden table. Television…

    She grabbed her silk robe, draped over an upside down ottoman, and slipped it on, walked to the

    entertainment center. That was still upright, but the TV inside had been inverted.

    Wonder leaked past her anxiety. She sniffed. A trace of magic lingered, wild like a forest glade,

    elemental. Fae? She regarded the creative destruction she’d slept through, and amended that thought.

    Stealth fae. Dammit. She fumbled the belt of her robe.

    “What happened to Donovan? Where is he?” Riga’s voice sounded shrill, even to her ears.

    “Your husband left of his own accord.”

    “Alone?” Riga motioned toward the mess. No, it couldn’t be happening again. Not another run-
    in with the faery world. Not here. Not now. “Did you see who—”

    Brigitte’s stone-feathered head reared backwards. “I do not spy!”

    “But you saw Donovan leave.”

    “And then I waited by ze rocks until you woke up.”

    “You woke me up.”

    The gargoyle picked at her feathers. “I grew bored, and the sun will rise soon, and we have

    much to discuss.”

    The diamond on Riga’s finger glinted, and she rubbed the back of her wedding rings with her

    thumb. She and Donovan hadn’t yet adjusted to island time, and both were rising well before daybreak.

    Donovan had probably woken up while she was sleeping and grown restless, hadn’t wanted to wake

    her. Of course he was safe. It couldn’t be happening again. That would be stretching the bounds of… She

    worked the knot on her robe. He was safe.

    She swallowed, despising the remnants of fear that made her muscles twitch, and flipped her

    emotions to anger. Anger was simpler. ”

    About the Author & Links:


    Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth paranormal mystery series: The Metaphysical Detective, The Alchemical Detective, The Shamanic Detective and The Infernal Detective.
    Kirsten worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and deep in the Afghan war zone. Her experiences abroad not only gave her glimpses into the darker side of human nature, but also sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.
    Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes paranormal mysteries, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem.
    Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer reruns and drinking good wine.

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