Alyssa Day

 
Overview

For Jack Shepherd, tiger shape-shifter and former soldier, life is heading for a dead end. Dead End, Florida, to be exact. When he learns that he inherited a combination pawn shop/private investigation agency from his favorite uncle, Jack’s first job is to solve his uncle’s murder. Because sometimes it takes a tiger’s eye to see the truth.

Tess Callahan, who owns half a pawn shop in the strangest town in Florida, didn’t expect Jack to show up and be so very enticing. And exciting. And annoyingly over-protective. But when yet another dead body shows up on her doorstep, it’s time to take action. And if she has to team up with a sexy tiger shape-shifter to do it, well, that’s just a bonus.

Welcome to Dead End, Florida, where Bigfoot keeps a winter home. And welcome to the Tiger’s Eye Mysteries!

This novel is a paranormal mystery with magic, shape shifters, humor, vampires, a taxidermied alligator, witches, gunshots, bad singing, Crazy Hormonal Town, terrible parking, the FBI, swamp commandos, tigers, special agents, flirting, belly laughs, comedy, humor, and a pawn shop.

Raves

“Alyssa Day is taking on a lighter tone, and this book fits much more with her Cardinal Witches series, than it does with the Warriors of Poseidon. I can’t really pin down the genre, but I will say it’s like cozy mystery meets Urban Fantasy lite. Full of her trademark wit, Dead Eye has everything from romance to mystery, and you won’t want to miss it!”
—GOTFICTION.COM

Praise for the Tiger’s Eye Mysteries:

“First in a new series, it has wonderful characters, Day’s trademark wisecracky irreverent humor, and plenty of paranormal action. Quick, fun read. Looking forward to the next one.”
—Alpha Heroes

“Dead Eye is a magnetic mix of urban fantasy, paranormal, thriller and mystery. It’s part gritty, part grisly, part witty and entirely entertaining. Weird and complex characters, an unconventional setting, a smart and unpredictable plot add to Day’s energetic and playful voice. This story kills it. Next up in the series is Private Eye, available in February. No reader I know will be able to resist this follow-up featuring the new owner of Dead End Pawn and her grandmother the banshee. When Dead End is hit with a banshee kidnapping spree, Tess’ partner Jack gets his first case as a P.I. How fabulously offbeat!”
—Kathy Altman for USA Today

5 Stars: I laughed so hard I almost peed a little. (Amazon reviewer)

5 Stars: I fell out of bed laughing… (Amazon reviewer)

5 STARS: Fans of Charlaine Harris and Janet Evanovich will enjoy Dead Eye. Alyssa Day has done it again! She’s written a story that’s so much fun to read that you don’t want to put it down. (Reader review)

5 STARS: Ms. Day’s books are so full of fun, great writing, and wonderful plots, I have a hard time putting them down. If you are in the mood for a great, fun mystery, look no further than this book/novella. You don’t need to have read the first one to enjoy this one, although I do recommend reading from the beginning. And, I do recommend all of her books. Try this one today! (Reader review)

5 STARS: A light, humorous mystery. It read well, evoked laughs and drew you in so that you couldn’t put it down. The author, Alyssa Day, never fails to mesmerize the reader. Her characters’ thoughts, actions and words draw you in to such that it’s like talking or listening to your best friends. (Reader review)

Excerpt

A tiger, an alligator, and a redneck walked into my pawnshop.

I sighed when I realized my life had devolved into the opening line of a tired joke, but I was awfully glad to see the tiger. Maybe now we could finally get things straightened out.

And to be fair, the alligator didn’t exactly walk, so much as it rolled in on a cart. It had been the unfortunate victim of some really bad taxidermy, and stared out at the world from two mismatched eyes, its mouth open in a half-hearted attempt at ferocity or, more likely, indignation about the sparkly pink scarf wrapped around its neck. It had been wearing a blue plaid scarf the last time I’d seen it. Apparently even stuffed alligators had better wardrobes than I did.

The redneck, lean and wiry in a desert-camo t-shirt and baggy khaki pants, shuffled in sort of sideways, pushing the rolling cart and casting frequent wary glances back over his shoulder at the tiger.

Jack Shepherd was the tiger, and he had nothing at all to do with the redneck or the alligator. The pawnshop, however, was a different story. The pawnshop, according to the will my late boss—Jack’s uncle Jeremiah—had left in the top drawer of his ancient desk, now belonged to Jack.

At least, fifty percent of it did. The other half was mine. I was still trying not to feel guilty about that.

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