Release date: September 9, 2018
Subgenre: Urban fantasy boxset
About The Imaginary Worlds of B.R. Kingsolver:
Three new worlds. Three exciting adventures. Three
first-in-series Urban Fantasy books from author BR Kingsolver. Explore
three unusual imaginative worlds. Travel with a sexy telepath in a world
that could be ours, a mutant thief and assassin two hundred years in
the future, and an Elven witch stranded on Earth.
Contains:
The Succubus Gift (Telepathic Clans #1)
Chameleon Assassin (Award winning first book in the Chameleon Assassin series)
Gods and Demons (Dark Streets #1)
The Succubus Gift - The Goddess blesses Her people with 25 Telepathic Gifts. In addition to Telepathy, the Gifts include command over Air and Fire, Telekinesis and Teleportation. Brenna’s life isn’t the same after she discovers her unusual and mysterious heritage. In addition to being a telepath, Brenna learns she has the Succubus Gift.
Chameleon Assassin - Libby is a mutant, one of the top burglars and assassins in the world. For a price, she caters to executives’ secret desires. Eliminate your corporate rival? Deliver a priceless art masterpiece or necklace? Hack into another corporation’s network? Libby’s your girl. Voted Best Contemporary/Urban Fantasy of 2017 by eFestival of Words
Gods and Demons - Life’s tough as an Elf girl stranded in Earth’s realm. When a jaguar shifter drops in out of nowhere and asks me for help in tracking down an ancient blood-magic statuette, I say no thank you. I learned a long time ago the key to survival is keeping a low profile. But it's hard to ignore an artifact of the gods powerful enough to blow holes in reality.
Contains:
The Succubus Gift (Telepathic Clans #1)
Chameleon Assassin (Award winning first book in the Chameleon Assassin series)
Gods and Demons (Dark Streets #1)
The Succubus Gift - The Goddess blesses Her people with 25 Telepathic Gifts. In addition to Telepathy, the Gifts include command over Air and Fire, Telekinesis and Teleportation. Brenna’s life isn’t the same after she discovers her unusual and mysterious heritage. In addition to being a telepath, Brenna learns she has the Succubus Gift.
Chameleon Assassin - Libby is a mutant, one of the top burglars and assassins in the world. For a price, she caters to executives’ secret desires. Eliminate your corporate rival? Deliver a priceless art masterpiece or necklace? Hack into another corporation’s network? Libby’s your girl. Voted Best Contemporary/Urban Fantasy of 2017 by eFestival of Words
Gods and Demons - Life’s tough as an Elf girl stranded in Earth’s realm. When a jaguar shifter drops in out of nowhere and asks me for help in tracking down an ancient blood-magic statuette, I say no thank you. I learned a long time ago the key to survival is keeping a low profile. But it's hard to ignore an artifact of the gods powerful enough to blow holes in reality.
Excerpt:
The
Succubus Gift
By
BR Kingsolver
Brenna came home from work on Friday, put
her backpack on the kitchen table and went to the refrigerator to get some
juice. The front door shook with a loud bang and she whirled around. Another
loud bang and she saw the door frame bulge. She could feel two men outside, the
ones that had followed Jared that night last summer. She glanced at the back
door, but with a third bang the door frame gave way and the door fell off one
hinge into the living room.
She threw up her strongest shields,
becoming essentially invisible, and froze, hoping that with no movement they
might not know she was there. The two men rushed into the house holding guns.
One came through the living room and into the kitchen. Turning and shaking his
head, he motioned the other man up the stairs. She heard him go from room to
room and open the bedroom closet.
He came back down, and the man in the
kitchen motioned toward the basement door. The second man cautiously opened the
door and turned on the light, then descended the stairs. Frantically, Brenna
looked around for a weapon. It was all fine to have a black belt, but these
guys were a lot bigger than she was and they had guns.
The only thing she could see was a
twelve-inch cast iron frying pan sitting on the stove. The man had his back to
her, and she moved as quietly as she could to the stove and picked up the
frying pan. Moving slowly, she walked up behind him, and raising it over her
head with both hands swung it down on his head. It made a sound like a gong,
and he fell to his knees and toppled forward to the floor.
She entered his mind, and heard the spear
thread from the man downstairs. What was
that sound? Getting no response, he tried verbally. “Helmut, what was that
sound?” in German.
She moved to the side of the basement door
as she heard him coming up the stairs. His gun was the first thing that came
through the doorway, and she stepped forward and swung the frying pan like a
baseball bat, catching him square in the face. He toppled backward down the
stairs.
She looked down and saw him lying at the
bottom, the bottom part of his body on the steps and the upper part on the
basement floor. He didn’t move.
She heard movement behind her, turned and
saw the first man raise himself to his hands and knees. She took two steps
toward him, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up, then hammered her
knee into his face. She heard bones crunch, and blood sprayed on her pants and
across the floor. She let go of him and he fell face first to the floor.
More footsteps pounded through her front
door, and she whirled, raising the frying pan then slumping with relief when
she recognized Jared and Robbie, guns drawn. Jared raced into the kitchen,
sparing a glance at the man on the floor, “Are you all right?” She nodded.
Robbie started up the stairs but she said,
“He’s in the basement.” He turned, and cautiously approached the basement door,
looking through it then clattering down the steps.
Jared lifted the first man’s head by his
hair, nodded once and dropped him, then straddled him, pulling his hands behind
his back and handcuffing him. He took a second set of handcuffs out and locked
his feet together. He looked at the frying pan. “I need to get me one of
those.”
Robbie came back into the kitchen. Jared
gave him a look and Robbie just shook his head.
“What?” Brenna asked, alarmed. The look on
Robbie’s face, concern for her, and his silence told her what he didn’t say.
“He’s dead? Oh, no, please tell me he’s not dead!”
“I think he broke his neck when he fell.”
She turned and walked to the kitchen table,
set the frying pan down, pulled out a chair and fell into it, her face in her
hands. Jared went to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“Will they put me in jail for a long time?”
she asked in a small, quiet voice. “I don’t want to go to jail.”
“You’re not going to jail Brenna,” Jared
told her. “This is Clan business, no one is going to call the human
authorities. Besides, you were just defending yourself.”
Amazon
About B.R. Kingsolver:
BR Kingsolver, author of the Telepathic Clans and Chameleon
Assassin series, grew up surrounded by writers, artists, myths, and
folklore in Santa Fe, The City Different, in the Land of Enchantment.
After living all over the US and exploring the world--from Amsterdam to the Romanian Alps, and Russia to the Rocky Mountains--Kingsolver trades time between Baltimore and Albuquerque. With an education in nursing and biology and a Master's degree in business, Kingsolver has done everything from construction to newspaper editor and jewelry to computers.
Kingsolver, a passionate lifetime skier, currently spends time writing and working with computers while living nine blocks from the harbor in Baltimore as servant in residence to a very demanding cat.
After living all over the US and exploring the world--from Amsterdam to the Romanian Alps, and Russia to the Rocky Mountains--Kingsolver trades time between Baltimore and Albuquerque. With an education in nursing and biology and a Master's degree in business, Kingsolver has done everything from construction to newspaper editor and jewelry to computers.
Kingsolver, a passionate lifetime skier, currently spends time writing and working with computers while living nine blocks from the harbor in Baltimore as servant in residence to a very demanding cat.
No comments:
Post a Comment