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P.N. Elrod has sold more than twenty-five novels and as many short stories in urban fantasy and other genres and is best known for her Vampire Files series featuring undead gumshoe Jack Fleming. Her books have been published by Ace, Baen, Tor, and others and translated into half a dozen languages. She's won awards for editing paranormal and urban fantasy collections and would do more writing and editing if not for an incurable addiction to chocolate. Her latest release from Tor is THE HANGED MAN, the first in a new steampunk series, ON HER MAJESTY'S PSYCHIC SERVICE.

The Devil You Know by P. N. Elrod

Vampire PI Jack Fleming travels to Long Island to attend a funeral.

Problem: There's more than one body in the grave.


Wise-cracking, street-savvy vampire gumshoe Fleming teams up with the wickedly genteel Jonathan Barrett, Gentleman Vampire, who's found a body on his Long Island estate and has no idea what to do about it.

Clues take Jack back to his old stamping grounds in the newspaper world, hampered by Barrett, who has his own ideas about how to conduct a murder investigation.

Before you can say "machine gun" both are up to their fangs in mobsters, murder, and mayhem in this fast-paced mystery adventure set in post-Prohibition New York.


CURATOR'S NOTE

Last May, while I was exhibiting at Dallas Comic Con, Pat Elrod came up to our table in the quiet (but simultaneously frantic) time before opening, and we commiserated on the confusing, scary, and exciting upheavals going on in the publishing industry. I told her how StoryBundle was such a boon for indie writers, and since she practically defined the genre of Urban Fantasy, I asked if she had anything that would fit in our Urban Fantasy bundle. She scrambled to come up with an available title, and I am damned pleased to have her in here. – Kevin J. Anderson

 

REVIEWS

  • "P.N. Elrod ups the stakes (pun intended) in this latest, and best installment of the Jack Fleming saga. Chills, thrills, and dark doings in ‘30s Chicago, heralded by the arrival of a darkly fascinating new vampire character with a deadly secret. Elrod takes her universe into unexplored territory with Dark Road Rising."

    –Rachel Caine, author of the Morganville Vampire series
  • "The book is as dark and decadent as blood and chocolate. The writing pops, and Jack Fleming is a narrator to die for."

    –Caitlin Kittredge, author of the Nocturne City series
  • "The setting is captivating, the characters are original, and the plot will leave you hungry for more."

    –Lori Handeland, author of The Nightcreature series
  • "Dark Road Rising kept me up all night. A satisfying, smart, genuinely savvy read—with a lot of bite!"

    –Lilith Saintcrow, author of the Dante Valentine series
  • "Echoes of Hammett and Chandler abound, but the novel succeeds in its own right as an entertaining exercise in supernatural noir."

    –Publisher's Weekly
  • "This entertaining first installment in a new series by the author of The Vampire Files offers deft touches of wit, beauty and suspense."

    –Publisher’s Weekly
  • "Elrod knows how to pace the action without resorting to caricature. These characters, including the vampires, believable...a pleasure to know!"

    –Library Journal
  • "Clever characterization, wicked wit, and palatable mayhem...[an] entertaining detective romp."

    –Publisher’s Weekly
  • "Filled with snappy action and sharp dialogue, and featuring a likable hero, Elrod’s latest is certain to be a hit with the fang-loving crowd."

    –Booklist
  • "Characters are well-drawn, the good and the bad ... The book's chief joys are the voice of Jonathan and the portrayal of Tory life during the American revolution."

    –LOCUS
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

Barrett drove as before. Neither of us talked, but it was an oddly companionable silence.

We pulled in through the estate gates. He followed the long drive up to a point, then veered off, the Studibaker's wheels churning uncertainly over the snow-caked lawn toward the site of the old house's excavation. What the hell?

He cut the motor, shrugging a little in response to my look. "I'll explain. If you would come with me . . . ?"

The deepest night is like daylight to us, but he dug a flashlight from the trunk. Skirting the big piles of raw earth and mud-smeared trash, we moved closer to the pit, the heavy digging equipment looming like snoozing elephants. The wind had picked up and whistled a freezing note in my ears. I hunched futilely against its annoyance.

"This was dreadful work," he said. "Brought back such a lot of unpleasant memories."

All I could think was, that despite what he'd said earlier, he might have some archaic debt of honor to settle with me. Guys from his century fought duels for less. He could be planning to cosh me on the noggin and drop what was left into the deep end. A few minutes with the bulldozer would finish the job.

"I need your advice."

So he'd said earlier. At the first sudden move I'd vanish.

"I left it here."

In a broad space between the big machines was a roughly folded tarp with the remains of cut rope dangling from its eyelets. That must have come from the back porch where it previously covered the summer furniture. When I drew breath to ask a question the stink of decomposition hit me between the eyes.

He pulled the tarp away, revealing an oblong wooden tool box. He squatted next to the box and opened it. The inside was packed to the top with snow. It being so cold and with the tarp for shade, there wasn't much melting.

Barrett brushed snow from something about the size of a loaf of bread. With thumb and forefinger and no small distaste, he picked out the mud-smeared object from its icy nest and set it down across one corner of the box. Just so there was no doubt about what he wanted to show, he played the flashlight's beam over the thing.

It was a man's shoe—with the foot still in it.