Publishing Date: January 2015
Publisher Description: Justis Fearsson is a private investigator on the trail of a serial killer in Phoenix, Arizona. Justis is also a weremyste—a person with a wizard’s gifts and the ability to see into the paranormal world. Unfortunately, weremystes also tend to go crazy on the full moon—which is why Justis is no longer a cop. Hard to explain those absences as anything but mental breakdown. But now an old case from his police detective days has come back to haunt him, literally, as a serial killer known as the Blind Angel strikes again.
Review: I am at a loss as to how to rate this. I had a good time reading it but was never enthralled or riveted to the pages. The writing is good but the story line didn’t really leap off the pages. Douche (Justis) is really speshul. You know why? His ghost teacher Namid tells him all the time. “You are more powerful than you think…..BOO!” or some such shjt. This novel also embraces the current cliché’s that writers quickly utilize in hopes of garnering praise from progressive shit wits. Lesbian cop, hottie (liberal) love interest, crazy but lovable Dad and evil sorcerer(s). The story line and plot were pretty good and some of the characters were interesting and believable. The magic is unique coupled with the issues (psychosis) that is part of the gift.
Hopefully the next novels in the series embrace a gut wrenching and gritty story-line that embraces movement over dialogue wallowing. One can only hope that Billie gets eaten by a werebeastie in the next novel and a new love interest rises out of the glop.