Tuesday, September 13, 2016

**GIVEAWAY** Showcase - Deja Who - MaryJanice Davidson

It's my pleasure to bring you a showcase of MaryJanice Davidson's just released debut in her new series, Deja Who
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ISBN-13: 9780425270394
Publisher: Penguin Publishing House US
Release Date: 09-06-2016
Length: 304pp
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Overview:
From the author of the New York Times bestselling Undead novels comes a delightfully addictive new series about past lives and bad habits—and one woman paranormally predisposed to getting at the bottom of both. It’s her job.
Leah Nazir is an Insighter. Reincarnation is her business. But while her clients’ pasts are a mess, Leah’s is nothing short of tragedy. She’s been murdered. A lot. If left to that bitch, destiny, it’ll happen again. Leah wants to know who’s been following her through time, and who’s been stalking her in the present...
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Publishers Weekly
08/01/2016
Davidson (Danger, Sweetheart) spins a suspenseful and witty series launch about two investigators: one a PI and one a psychic. In Davidson’s version of the present day, about 70% of people can remember some or all of their past lives, and psychic insighters can help others remember and deal with multiple incarnations. When Chicago insighter Leah Nazir grills people about their past lives, she often uncovers recollections of famous crimes. (Several of the characters are based upon actual historical criminals.) Leah’s estranged mother hires somewhat bumbling PI Archer Drake to tail Leah, and he promptly falls in love with her—even after she stabs him. Banter worthy of Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy ensues. But someone close to Leah is murdered, and she becomes the prime suspect, leaving readers wondering how Leah and Archer—and their romance—will survive this incarnation. The fantastical premise is easily carried by Davidson’s strong plotting, wry prose, and deft characterizations. Romance is in fairly short supply, mostly passed over in favor of past lives and kooky characters, but there’s plenty here for fans of wit and wonder. Agent: Evan Gregory, Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency. (Sept.)


Read an excerpt courtesy Penguin Publishing:

Deep in the middle of part-time job number sixteen, he watched Leah walk outside, blink up at the sun like some kind of gorgeous mole
(gorgeous mole? oh, man, you have it so bad)
and cross the street, heading into the small park where her only friend—so far as he’d been able to find out in two weeks—was waiting on one of the park’s four deep green benches.
He’d been on her for two weeks and she was probably crazy. A sweetly curvy glum crazy lady with no friends (except the homeless woman in the park), a job she seemed to hate, and no desire to do anything but the job she seemed to hate.
Hobbies? Nope. Parties? Nope. Work parties? More nope. Dates? Ever more nope. Family? Nada. Friends, plural? Nope. A life full of nope.
He could see her getting depressed, actually see the physical symptoms of crushing depression every time she approached her office building. In the sixty-or-so feet between her car and the building, her shoulders went lower and lower, her mouth grew tighter, her gaze shifted from straight ahead to the sidewalk. Remarkable and so, so sad.
He knew Insighters were trapped in their own world of weird, but this gal was one of a kind among one of a kind. (Would that be ones of a kind?) Normally he hated that phrase, since by definition pretty much everybody was one of a kind, but Leah really was. Back in the day, they would have yanked her eyes and burned and salted the remains. Having that prospect dangling overhead would make anyone grumpy, he was sure, even if that kind of atrocity hadn’t happened in over a century.
Her professional rep preceded her by miles—Leah had been an expert witness in a baker’s dozen of criminal trials. History-making trials; Thomas J. Kinter v. Ann Boleyn brought about legislation preventing reincarnated victims from suing reincarnated people who had wronged them in previous lives. Little old ladies spilling hot coffee on themselves, and then suing McDonald’s for selling them hot coffee was nothing compared to the legal headache of suing someone who reneged on a twenty-dollar bet in 1814 (“So accumulated interest over two centuries means you owe me just under a quarter of a million dollars. So d’you want to write me a check or should I just garnish your wages for your next four lives?”).
So there were all sorts of things about Leah in her pro capacity, but nothing at all about her private life. If she even had one. Right now, he was guessing no. And he had the feeling that it was more than the caution employed by anyone whose job meant they were constantly interacting with the potentially homicidal: district attorneys, crusading journalists, loan collectors, reality show stars.
In person—or as close to that as he could get in fourteen days—she was startling. He’d never met anyone odder or more intriguing. As a different sort of freak, Archer Drake figured he ought to know. And then there was the idea that had taken root in his brain that would not leave, the distinct impression he knew her, recognized her from somewhere. Impossible, since he hadn’t officially met her. But there, always there, nipping into his brain and making him nuts, all the more so because he couldn’t just march up to her and use the lamest of lame lines: Don’t I know you from somewhere? Oh, and I’m not a creep or anything. So, no friends, huh? Hmm? Oh, I know because I’ve been following you around for days.
And that was the thing. He was dying to meet her, dying to talk to her, dying to ask a hundred questions, dying see if he could get her to flash the grin that was rare as rubies and lit up her face, turning plain to pretty and, when the grin widened, pretty to extraordinary.
He was supposed to watch her, he was supposed to take the money and keep an eye, and not for the first time he was very, very glad Insighters couldn’t see him. Because if Leah could see him, she’d see all the way into him, and how do you defend against that? With the disaster of his father’s life as the background to a chaotic childhood and his cousin’s Insighter entitlement, all that as the background in a world where just about everyone knew they’d lived before, his type was ignored and overlooked and invisible.
Thank God.

Other novels by MaryJanice
books 1-3 in her Undead series



Novels from her Fred the Mermaid series

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MEET MaryJanice:
MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of theUndead novels featuring Betsy Taylor; Derik’s Bane, and the new young adult novels featuring Jennifer Scales, written with her husband, Anthony Alongi, among other titles.


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10 comments:

  1. I've seen some good reviews for this so far, thanks so much for sharing this!

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    1. me too Ali, I can't wait to read mine. LOL so little time so many books!

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  2. I haven't read this author's books, but this book sounds fascinating. Thanks.

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    1. me either traveler but I will read this one!

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  3. Oh I loved Fred. I do need to get back to her books.

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    1. I never knew about him I have to check him out, Right now I'm reading about Fred the Vampire Accountant, so good, so funny!

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  4. I haven't read any of her books but good to be aware of them. I just read some paranormal now and then.

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    1. Well I hope you do check it out Kathryn!

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