Monday, April 27, 2015

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Inhuman Interest by Eric Turowski


Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, for Inhuman Interest by Eric Turowski.  Please leave a comment or question for Eric to let him know you stopped by.  You can enter his tour wide giveaway, where Eric will award one randomly drawn commenter a signed copy of the book, plus a $25 Amazon gift card (US/Canada only) and a second randomly drawn commenter a signed copy of the book (US/Canada only), by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow Eric’s tour by clicking on the tour banner above, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.  

Inhuman Interest
By Eric Turowski
A Story by Tess Cooper, Book 1

Publisher:  Booktrope
Release Date:  April 8, 2015
Genre:  Supernatural/Woman Sleuth/Mystery
Length:  220 Pages
ISBN:  978-1620157992
ASIN:  B00VUAKI5G

BUY LINKS:   AMAZON   BARNES & NOBLE



About the book:

Thirteen words in a want-ad turn Tess Cooper’s world upside down after she signs on as a paranormal research assistant to the mysterious Davin Egypt. He reveals a world of grave robbing, clockworks artifacts in blue amber, antique revolvers that fire strange ammo, and powerful forces beyond human comprehension.

As ancient occult energies threaten to destroy her city, Tess must use her journalistic instincts to stay one step ahead of the public works director, Drew Dawson, whose agenda seems bent on destruction rather than maintenance. And possibly murder, but will anyone believe her?

Yeah, right. When garbage trucks fly.

If Tess teams up with the hunky police lieutenant, Kirk Gunther, and the pale, oddball Mr. Egypt, they might be able to save the city in time. That is, if Egypt even wants to. And if Tess overcomes her phobias long enough to do battle in Granddad’s 1983 Subaru Brat.

Things are about to get icky.



EXCERPT


I watched Angie wobble away and marched myself toward the stonewalling the cops would give me when I felt the soles of my flats slide. Pinwheeling arms didn’t help me get my footing, and with a tiny cry, I went down.

And down, and down, and down.

Snow slid up my shirt, up my pants, and something less cold but more wet. I thrashed around, succeeding only in getting more snow inside my clothes. Not falling, but sinking. I sank into a deep hole. And then I realized it wasn’t a hole but a grave.

Angie came rushing back, as much as she could rush on her stumpy, little legs. “Tess, what the hell happened? I heard you screaming and—oh, my God.”

I expected her to kneel down and help me out of the loose soil and slush, but instead, she whipped out her camera. The little motor whined as she took about six hundred shots. “I think I got the image for my Christmas cards this year.”

“Ange, help me out of here!” I pushed against the soil with one foot, and felt it sink deeper. I tried with the other one. Then I plunged in up to my neck. My arms found no grip, either. It was like quicksand, even though quicksand doesn’t really exist. I knew that. Worse, a horrible, horrible smell drifted up from below. Decomp, rot, death.


Ick.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Newspaper founder, bookstore owner, artist, musician, and man-about-town Eric Turowski writes lots of mixed-genre books when he’s not too busy playing laser tag with Tiger the Cat and his fiancée Mimi deep in the Central Valley of California.

You can learn more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.

Connect with Eric online


Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Turowski.Books 






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2 comments:

  1. I really appreciate you getting the word out about Inhuman Interest. Thank you!

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