Burning down the house...
Things are not going well at the offices of Private Eye. Jinx is having demon problems, the city is overrun with pyromaniacal imps, and Ivy's wisp powers are burning out of control, attracting the attention of both the Seelie and Unseelie courts.
Along came a faerie queen... It's the worst possible time for the Green Lady to call in a favor, but Ivy's bound by her deal with the glaistig. Too bad there's no wiggle room in faerie bargains.
Ivy must rid the city of imps, keep Jinx from murdering her one solid link to Hell, and fulfill her bargain with the Green Lady--with sidhe assassins hot on her tail.
Just another day's work for Ivy Granger, psychic detective.
Burning Bright is the third full-length novel in the award-winning Ivy Granger urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens. The world of Ivy Granger, including the Ivy Granger Psychic Detective series and the Hunters' Guild series, is filled with action, paranormal mystery, magic, dark humor, quirky characters, bloodsucking vampires, flirtatious demons, sarcastic gargoyles, sexy shifters, temperamental witches, psychotic faeries, and snarky, kick-butt heroines.
Burning Bright is #61 in Suspense > Paranormal > Psychics and #63 in Fairy Tales.
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This book is currently available in English in trade paperback, audio book, and all ebook formats.
Sparky and I made it to Wharf Street with two minutes to spare. I yawned and rubbed a hand over my face. Oberon’s eyes, I was tired.
My eyelids drifted closed for a second, but the scrabbling of claws on stone woke me from my near-nap. God, I was stupid. I couldn’t let my guard down, not in this city, not with Moordenaar hot on my tail.
“Humphrey?” I asked. A growl from behind me lifted the hairs on my neck. “That you, big guy?”
I turned to see the gargoyle baring it’s fangs at Sparky. The imp, to his credit, stood at my back, pencil at the ready. Though what he thought it would do to a stone gargoyle was anybody’s guess. I suppose he could get in some graffiti before Humphrey crushed him. Not much of a consolation prize that.
Guess it was up to me to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Um, Humphrey, meet Sparky,” I said. “He’s with me.”
“He’s a demon,” Humphrey hissed.
“Well, yeah, I know,” I said. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. I should have thought about the gargoyle’s reaction sooner. “Actually, there’s another demon coming too.”
Unless the bastard stood me up. Forneus was late.
“Not inside,” Humphrey said. The gargoyle cracked his knuckles, which was just damn creepy. “Not without Madam Kaye or Mistress Arachne’s permission.”
I held up my hands.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “Let me call Arachne.”
The gargoyle and imp stared each other down while I grabbed my phone and dialed the witch.
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