As a psychic FBI agent, I always get the bad guy-until I'm assigned a Dracula copycat case that bites back.Getting my man this time means entering a mysterious underworld where, not every serial killer is human, not every case can be solved, and not everyone can survive.Standalone novel. No cliffhanger. 4 stars from Ind Tales Magazine!What readers say about Rare Stakes:"Her writing style is unique and fast paced. Very easy to get lost in the world.""I was drawn into the characters, and I couldn't help but like them. I really liked that the heroine wasn't too stupid to live! A nice bit of world building."EXCERPTThe most innocent things could hold more darkness than I ever wanted to see.Today's example: Takeout.What could be so terrible about takeout? Normally, it was awesome. I lived on the stuff. I read the menus like the bible. But this wasn't that kind of takeout.I stared at the Styrofoam containers on the table. My stomach was already cringing, looking for a place to hide. The containers gleamed virgin white under the fluorescent lights of the FBI conference room, but their contents were not quite so pure.Each carton had a handwritten label on top. One read, Marion-bright and charming. Another read Stacey-good body. The last, Eileen-agreeable.The writing was large with strong vertical strokes and half-closed loops. I wondered what a handwriting analyst would make of it.Was there a particular flourish that indicated someone was a cannibal?
