Title: Burdin of Choice (Beasts of Burdin #2)
Author: Alexander Nader
Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing
Release Date: November 10, 2014
Keywords: Urban Fantasy
Blurb: Ty Burdin is back. Back to drinking and back to avoiding demons. He is, of course, the leading expert in his field. In both subjects.
That’s probably why, when a customer offers him way too much money just to locate a missing car and some mysterious cargo, he readily agrees. The dude is human after all—Ty’s prime target client base.
Along with the money comes a slew of disappearances which Ty tries to ignore while tracking down that car, because, of course, those missing people might be demon related, and as he’s said before, that’s agency business. Not his. Period.
Until today.
Ty Burdin is to back drinking as well as everything he vowed never to get involved with again.
Question is, which one will kill him first? The booze, the demons, or the Agency?
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That’s probably why, when a customer offers him way too much money just to locate a missing car and some mysterious cargo, he readily agrees. The dude is human after all—Ty’s prime target client base.
Along with the money comes a slew of disappearances which Ty tries to ignore while tracking down that car, because, of course, those missing people might be demon related, and as he’s said before, that’s agency business. Not his. Period.
Until today.
Ty Burdin is to back drinking as well as everything he vowed never to get involved with again.
Question is, which one will kill him first? The booze, the demons, or the Agency?
BURDIN OF CHOICE is available NOW!
Excerpt
A healed scar is a strange thing. I run the tips of my fingers up and down the waves of mostly-healed reddish-pink skin, finding the area to be smooth but rippled. The damage takes up every bit of the right side of my face, from jaw to cheek, just below my eye. I hoped I could grow a beard to cover it, but no, the hair refuses to come back. Right this second, I’ve got a week’s worth of scruff on my left side and the burn on the right; it’s a real Tommy Lee Jones Two-Face kinda look.
I sit there, rubbing my right side, thinking of how I could totally kick Batman’s ass, when the phone rings.
Leaning forward, I pick up the receiver and hitch back in my chair. “Hello?”
“Ty, there’s a client here for you. A Mr. James Ramsey.” Nora’s in the lobby, and this phone call is her warning to get off my ass and look presentable.
I clear my throat. “Um, yes, send Mr. Ramsey right in.” Feet back to the floor, I sweep cigarette packs and empty scotch bottles off my desk and into the top drawer, leaving a chessboard midgame, and a couple manila folders. Chess isn’t really my game, but it gives the desk credibility. Nothing says ‘thinking man’ like a black and white checkerboard with a bunch of stodgy royalty on top of it.
Nora opens the door and ushers one Mr. James Ramsey inside. He’s middle-aged, skinny, and tanned. His skin is rough, and the tan is the kind he could only have gotten from working outdoors his whole life—more rawhide than flesh. Lots of his type live in this area, as there’s always some kind of construction or roadwork to be done. He takes a seat in front of my desk and gives me a curt nod.
“Cut myself shaving,” I say, after I realize he’s glanced up at my face a few times and turned away just as fast.
He lifts his eyes again and stares at me, gaze locked with mine.
I try to put on my hey-you-can-trust-me business face, but with the scar, it comes across as more of a mass-murderer smirk. I know, because I’ve checked it out in the mirror a few times. Giving up on my wayward attempt at friendliness, I drop my smile, hoping he doesn’t actually think I kill people for fun. “How can I help you today?”
“I want you to figure out if my son’s a worthless stoner.” His voice is level, and his expression doesn’t change. Don’t need to when facts are facts.
“The stoner part I can probably figure, but the worthless part is more of a judgment call. After all, laziness is in the eye of the beholder.”
Ramsey glares at me, clicking his teeth. After a full minute of eye-to-eye combat, his gaze narrows, transforming his face into an expression of gross dislike that I’m fairly used to being on the receiving end of.
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About the author:
Alex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and fun, lots of fun.
He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.
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A healed scar is a strange thing. I run the tips of my fingers up and down the waves of mostly-healed reddish-pink skin, finding the area to be smooth but rippled. The damage takes up every bit of the right side of my face, from jaw to cheek, just below my eye. I hoped I could grow a beard to cover it, but no, the hair refuses to come back. Right this second, I’ve got a week’s worth of scruff on my left side and the burn on the right; it’s a real Tommy Lee Jones Two-Face kinda look.
I sit there, rubbing my right side, thinking of how I could totally kick Batman’s ass, when the phone rings.
Leaning forward, I pick up the receiver and hitch back in my chair. “Hello?”
“Ty, there’s a client here for you. A Mr. James Ramsey.” Nora’s in the lobby, and this phone call is her warning to get off my ass and look presentable.
I clear my throat. “Um, yes, send Mr. Ramsey right in.” Feet back to the floor, I sweep cigarette packs and empty scotch bottles off my desk and into the top drawer, leaving a chessboard midgame, and a couple manila folders. Chess isn’t really my game, but it gives the desk credibility. Nothing says ‘thinking man’ like a black and white checkerboard with a bunch of stodgy royalty on top of it.
Nora opens the door and ushers one Mr. James Ramsey inside. He’s middle-aged, skinny, and tanned. His skin is rough, and the tan is the kind he could only have gotten from working outdoors his whole life—more rawhide than flesh. Lots of his type live in this area, as there’s always some kind of construction or roadwork to be done. He takes a seat in front of my desk and gives me a curt nod.
“Cut myself shaving,” I say, after I realize he’s glanced up at my face a few times and turned away just as fast.
He lifts his eyes again and stares at me, gaze locked with mine.
I try to put on my hey-you-can-trust-me business face, but with the scar, it comes across as more of a mass-murderer smirk. I know, because I’ve checked it out in the mirror a few times. Giving up on my wayward attempt at friendliness, I drop my smile, hoping he doesn’t actually think I kill people for fun. “How can I help you today?”
“I want you to figure out if my son’s a worthless stoner.” His voice is level, and his expression doesn’t change. Don’t need to when facts are facts.
“The stoner part I can probably figure, but the worthless part is more of a judgment call. After all, laziness is in the eye of the beholder.”
Ramsey glares at me, clicking his teeth. After a full minute of eye-to-eye combat, his gaze narrows, transforming his face into an expression of gross dislike that I’m fairly used to being on the receiving end of.
I sit there, rubbing my right side, thinking of how I could totally kick Batman’s ass, when the phone rings.
Leaning forward, I pick up the receiver and hitch back in my chair. “Hello?”
“Ty, there’s a client here for you. A Mr. James Ramsey.” Nora’s in the lobby, and this phone call is her warning to get off my ass and look presentable.
I clear my throat. “Um, yes, send Mr. Ramsey right in.” Feet back to the floor, I sweep cigarette packs and empty scotch bottles off my desk and into the top drawer, leaving a chessboard midgame, and a couple manila folders. Chess isn’t really my game, but it gives the desk credibility. Nothing says ‘thinking man’ like a black and white checkerboard with a bunch of stodgy royalty on top of it.
Nora opens the door and ushers one Mr. James Ramsey inside. He’s middle-aged, skinny, and tanned. His skin is rough, and the tan is the kind he could only have gotten from working outdoors his whole life—more rawhide than flesh. Lots of his type live in this area, as there’s always some kind of construction or roadwork to be done. He takes a seat in front of my desk and gives me a curt nod.
“Cut myself shaving,” I say, after I realize he’s glanced up at my face a few times and turned away just as fast.
He lifts his eyes again and stares at me, gaze locked with mine.
I try to put on my hey-you-can-trust-me business face, but with the scar, it comes across as more of a mass-murderer smirk. I know, because I’ve checked it out in the mirror a few times. Giving up on my wayward attempt at friendliness, I drop my smile, hoping he doesn’t actually think I kill people for fun. “How can I help you today?”
“I want you to figure out if my son’s a worthless stoner.” His voice is level, and his expression doesn’t change. Don’t need to when facts are facts.
“The stoner part I can probably figure, but the worthless part is more of a judgment call. After all, laziness is in the eye of the beholder.”
Ramsey glares at me, clicking his teeth. After a full minute of eye-to-eye combat, his gaze narrows, transforming his face into an expression of gross dislike that I’m fairly used to being on the receiving end of.
He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.
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And the blurb:
Demon hunter Ty Burdin hung up his guns, knife, trench coat and fedora a year ago. Bags packed, hands washed of all demon politics, he’s done. Forever.
In fact, to get far far away, he dragged Nora, his rockabilly secretary, from Miami to the Tennessee mountains where he’s lived a life of peace—if peace can be defined as drowning in scotch and taking private eye jobs to keep the lights on. Jobs for real people. Not demons.
No demons.
He’s retired from that. Remember?
Demon hunters aren’t a dime a dozen, though, and when Ty’s brother asks him for a favor—just one—what’s a brother to do? Agreeing to take down one hillbilly demon shouldn’t take that long. In. Decapitate. Out. Favor complete. Back to the office where Nora and his bottle of whiskey are waiting.
Unfortunately for Ty, staying retired doesn’t seem to be in the cards, and an avalanche of bad luck draws him right back to an agency he despises and the career that nearly cost him his sanity.
This time, Ty has no way out and will have to face his own demons just to survive.
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Author Playlist
Hi guys, Mahon has asked me over today to talk about some tunes that relate to my Beasts of Burdin series, the second of which has just hit e-shelves everywhere. Feel free to pick it up and rock out to my musical suggestions while you read an entertaining story. *Thumbs up* *Wink wink*
Yeah, so I’ve got a whole Burdin playlist on Spotify that I will share at the end of this, but I’m going to give you a few of the highlights and why they made the cut. Sound like a plan? I sure as hell think so, let’s do it.
Comin’ Back by Citizen Cope- This song has Ty Burdin written all over it. “He was down on his luck…had a meeting at the crossroads…he felt the cut of a sword about to tear his body up.” Yup, this is all pretty much Ty’s life in audio format.
3 Shades of Black by Hank III- If you don’t know this, Hank Williams Jr.’s son is quite the rebel rocker. This song is about three generations of bad asses, much similar to the lineage of a certain hunter we all know and love.
Drinkin’ Problem by Rehab- This one is pretty self-explanatory because Ty’s got a bit of a drinkin’ problem himself.
Old Devils by William Elliot Whitmore- Ty knows all about them ol’ devils. If only he could get away from them, his life would probably be much better.
Devil on My Shoulder by Billy Talent- The devil on Ty’s shoulder might not be a demon, but he can be his own worst enemy.
Check out these songs and more by clicking here: Beasts of Burdin Playlist
My Review
This is such a fantastic series! Ty Burdin is just bad ass. Plus he sometimes has no filter and I love his craziness. At the end of book one, I couldn't wait to get my hands on book two. I had high expectations and I was not disappointed. Ty has a lot more personal demons to deal with this time.
I am still so glad that I read the first book, because I see the changes in Ty from the beginning of the first book. And yes, his great sarcastic ass self is a little more on the back burner than in the first book, but it's not lost, Ty just as a lot going on. He's back in action hunting demons, solving mysteries, and investigating things. He still has more shades of grey than black and white, but that's real life and I love that it feels real.
Nora is so totally fantastic. I loved her in the first book, and I think I love her even more with this book. I would love to see what Mr Nader pictures his characters as. Because I bet Nora is amazing to view. Maybe I should have asked for a dream cast instead of a soundtrack hahahaha :) Plus, she's freaking crazy and I absolutely love that about her. I am seriously hoping for some serious romantic things between Ty and Nora to come :) And Hartnet, Ty's awesome brother is back too. I love that they are big parts of Ty's story.
This one is once again action packed, grab your seat and hold on tight full of suspense, and a wonderful bit of humor thrown in to keep you on your toes :) I love the mysteries unraveled as well. I love this series and I can't wait for more! 5 PAWS!!
I hope you guys check this one out!! and good luck with the giveaway :) Happy reading and later gators!
Thanks for sharing and for the wonderful review!
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