"4 Daggers!...This is the third book in a series starring Sabrina and Jackson. The first two were Butterfly House and Nobody Told The Wind. This book provides enough background information about Jackson and Sabrina and their previous investigations that the new reader will not feel lost. In fact, I’m now anxious to seek out these books and read the stories that started the series. Jackson, far from being a professional paranormal investigator, is a sports writer. It is only by chance that he finds himself involved with the paranormal. Sabrina, on the other hand, is a true believer in all things paranormal...Starts with a bang and never lets go. The story is inventive and original, and truly scary. The characters of Jackson and Sabrina are unique in my experience. They each have some rather large character flaws, but they manage to maintain a friendship and stick together in the face of danger. Horror fans will be thrilled to find this series."—Deborah Hern, The Romance Reader's Connection

"4 Stars!...An Ultimate Delight!...A very enjoyable novel and I would love to see these two [Sabrina and Jackson] at yet another paranormal investigation."—Vicki Duby, Mysteries4you.com

"Mystery is afoot. Grab the Coffee—The Craving is an All-Night Read! One day, out of the blue, author Jackson Rutledge gets an email from old friend Sabrina Osterling. The email contains an urgent request to meet her. This can’t be something good. Every time Jackson answers Sabrina’s call bad things happen. Like the last time at the Butterfly House. Even more curious is that when he meets her she is like a totally different woman…There are desiccated husks, of what used to be humans…There’s a creature that can shapeshift into whatever it chooses, and someone—or is it something—after Jackson and Sabrina. What is it that ties all this together? That’s what Sabrina and Jackson set about to investigate and find out. I enjoyed this book very much and it just whet my appetite for more from this author."—Carol Castellanos, Sime~Gen Reviews

…Windy let herself out of the penthouse sometime after midnight and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. She had obliterated any sign of their having been there and stuffed his clothes and what remained of Harry into the overnight bag she carried with her.

This she planned to throw in the dumpster she had spotted behind the hotel, where, if the bag happened to be found at all, the rest of Harry would probably be thought to be one of those African voodoo things you could buy in the curio shops along Yonge Street—something some guy had bought and his wife had told him to throw out. The shriveled and desiccated little husk certainly wouldn’t be identified as what was left of Harry Somers.

It continually amazed Windy how much of the human body was liquid.

She nodded at the chambermaid, turned to watch the tiny girl pass by the door of the penthouse, and waited for the elevator door to open.

She’d been right, she thought, as she licked the last dried drops of Harry from her full lips. She’d told him right at the start that he looked good enough to eat.

Oh, it would have happened anyway. The choice of Harry Somers was far from accidental; he had to be…removed.

But it was an added bonus that he’d been more than what she’d said.

In fact, Harry Somers had proved immensely satisfying.