The Night Beat Blogtour Guestpost by Gini Koch

Thanks for stopping by on the Necropolis Enforcement Blog Tour of 2012! If you haven’t read the first chapter of The Night Beat, hit Deathless Prose over at my website and check it out. Then, hit each stop along the way to get more of the story. Missed a stop? Check the website for the Tour Page http://www.ginikoch.com/blogtour.htm and get caught up.
And don’t forget to get entered to win a copy of The Night Beat at EVERY blog tour stop along the way! Plus, follow the Tour ‘til the end and get entered for a mega-prize! So, grab your badge -- it’s time to join Necropolis Enforcement!



Gini Koch lives in Hell’s Orientation Area (aka Phoenix, AZ), works her butt off (sadly, not literally) by day, and writes by night with the rest of the beautiful people. She writes the fast, fresh and funny Alien/Katherine “Kitty” Katt series for DAW Books, the Necropolis Enforcement Files series, and the Martian Alliance Chronicles series for Musa Publishing. As G.J. Koch she writes the Alexander Outland series for Night Shade Books. She also writes under a variety of other pen names (including Anita Ensal, Jemma Chase, A.E. Stanton, and J.C. Koch), listens to rock music 24/7, and is a proud comics geek-girl willing to discuss at any time why Wolverine is the best superhero ever (even if Deadpool does get all the best lines). She speaks frequently on what it takes to become a successful author and other aspects of writing and the publishing business. She can be reached through her website at www.ginikoch.com

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Excerpt:

I looked over my shoulder. Jack leaned against the sedan with the dazed, confused and happy look on his face most humans got when a vamp was exerting serious influence. Ken, ever the multitasker, was on the radio, imitating Jack’s voice and ordering all police units elsewhere.
Maurice drew in his breath sharply, always fun when it was a vamp doing it, and I turned around. To see the monster stepping out of his hole, a variety of Dirt Corps grunts clinging to his, for want of a better word, legs, and Rover draped over Monty’s shoulders, looking tired. White worms were able to adjust their size, and Rover was back to his usual five feet, though he looked a little flabby around the middle, likely from his efforts to contain Slimy.
“Why is it never easy?” I asked no one in particular. Until H.P. showed up and told us, exactly, what to do to stop this thing, we only had one option.
It was time to kick icky butt and take unpronounceable names.



Giveaway:
Gini is pleased to offer an electronic copy of The Night Beat to one lucky winner, open internationally.

Just leave a comment below, and do not forget to add your broken up email address so I can contact you! Giveaway will end September 20, 2012. Winner will be posted on the blog and emailed by me.