As an FBI agent, I kick ass. As a psychic FBI agent, I always get the bad guy—until I'm assigned a Dracula copycat case that bites back. Getting my man this time means entering a mysterious underworld where, not every serial killer is human, not every case can be solved, and not everyone can survive. Standalone urban fantasy novel. No cliff hanger. EXCERPT The most innocent things could hold more darkness than I ever wanted to see. Today's example: Takeout. What could be so terrible about takeout? Normally, it was awesome. I lived on the stuff. I read the menus like the bible. But this wasn't that kind of takeout. I stared at the Styrofoam containers on the table. My stomach was already cringing, looking for a place to hide. The containers gleamed virgin white under the fluorescent lights of the FBI conference room, but their contents were not quite so pure. Each carton had a handwritten label on top. One read, Marion—bright and charming. Another read Stacey—good body. The last, Eileen—agreeable. The writing was large with strong vertical strokes and half-closed loops. I wondered what a handwriting analyst would make of it. Was there a particular flourish that indicated someone was a cannibal?

When I found out vampires were real, everything changed. And yet, strangely, it all stayed the same, too. I still worked for a secret metaphysical branch of the FBI. Although, thanks to being thrown around like a rag doll on my last case, I was currently on medical leave. A small mercy given how much personal baggage I had to unload at the moment. The fallout from the last case didn’t stop at bodily injury. It went much further than that, cracking the foundation of my life and my career in one fell swoop. Supernatural serial killers are a pain in the ass like that. I just want to rest and pretend I'm not psychic, but when a team of serial killers hits my hometown, I have to step in. No, really. It has to be me. No one else knows about the vampires and fey fighting a shadow war right under everyone's noses, and it turns out these serial killers might be involved in the latest supernatural scuffle. On top of that, I've got boyfriend troubles, I'm bonded to the world's most annoying vampire, and my DNA is suddenly a hot commodity among vampires—as in, everyone wants a piece of me. I have all the wrong karma sometimes.