Here’s a sneak peek into my new release, Dancing with My Elf!
The call about a demon sighting led Nova and me to investigate at a club that could be described as Alice in Muscle-land. Half-naked men with tanned, ripped bodies, danced for women at various tables while another performed on the stage.
In all my time as a detective for the Salem Supernatural Network, I’d never investigated at a venue quite like this.
I inhaled, attuned to any unusual scents. Cheap perfume and cheaper beer invaded my nostrils. Nothing that heightened my wariness of a prowling baddie.
The closest dancer wore a silver banana hammock. He rolled his body in some sort of sensual grind that the nearby women responded to with raucous enthusiasm. After he maneuvered before each one, he slipped away with more dollar bills sticking out of his cloth.
Dragging my gaze from that show like a rubbernecker passing a highway pileup, I searched for dark magic or anyone suspicious.
A man wearing tight white spandex shorts with what appeared to be concealing a cucumber welcomed us and took our drink order. The current song faded out, and the cowboy on stage strutted away with far fewer clothes and several more dead presidents dangling from his briefs and boots.
The next song began, “I’m too Sexy.” An attractive guy with blond hair past his chin, dressed as a firefighter walked on stage. He pouted like a model and strutted as if working the catwalk.
Nova dropped her head into her hand. “Oh, no. It’s my tenant Lucas.”
She attempted to hide her face, but Lucas spotted us and danced in our direction.
Abs. What fine abs.
Focus. I was here to find demons, not conquer my dry spell.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞.
𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!
𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.