The Fledgling by AE Jones Page B

Series. My third book is a novel that will once again center on Kyle, my heroine from book one. You can find my other books listed below.

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    Mind Sweeper Series

    Mind Sweeper – Book 1
    The Fledgling – Book 2 (A Mind Sweeper Novella)
    Shifter Wars – Book 3 (Coming Late Fall 2014)
    Books 4 & 5   – Coming 2015

    If you haven’t read my first novel, Mind Sweeper , please turn the page for an excerpt.

Excerpt from
    Mind Sweeper
    AE Jones

    Chapter 1

    An angel, a demon, and a vampire walked into a bar. No seriously, they did. And all hell broke loose. Then I got called in, or rather the team got called in, to handle supernatural damage control. My job was to manipulate people’s memories. Don’t ask me how. I was born with it, and like someone born with double joints or the ability to flip their eyelids inside out, I just do it and hopefully not freak out too many people in the process.
    On this particular night, I was destined to spend the evening in a bar with no chance of getting lucky. Dead bodies tended to put a damper on romance.
    Not that I was dressed to attract men—my jeans, graphic tee, and black work boots didn’t exactly fit in with the skimpy dresses and three-inch heels worn by the other women in the bar. But then I had missed the class about fitting in, so this was nothing new.
    I held open the door, and the muggy Cleveland night invaded the air-conditioned bar, steaming up the door window. Pasting on a flight-attendant smile, I barely restrained myself from muttering “buh-bye” as the witnesses filed out calmly. Calmly, because I had spent the past twenty minutes implanting them with new memories.
    Instead of a demon and a vamp facing off, their recollections featured a brawl between a biker and a drunken fraternity boy. Crisis averted. Now the rest of the team could get to work.
    Jean Luc peeled the tablecloth off the corpse he’d stuffed in the corner during my shtick with the patrons. Even though moving the body had meant disturbing evidence, we couldn’t very well keep a dead vamp—especially a headless dead vamp—lying around when minds had to be scrubbed and altered to believe nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Humans don’t do well with different . So our team’s job? Clean up the mess.
    I studied our potential publicity nightmare—the headless body in a rumpled suit. Dead vamps always surprised me. Every movie I’d ever seen showed the vamp disintegrating. Stab him in the heart, instant ash cloud. Chop off his head, get out the dust vac. It wasn’t until I met Jean Luc that I learned those movies were bunk. And since he’d been a vampire for the past four hundred years, he was the foremost authority in my book.
    “What do you think happened?” I asked.
    Jean Luc grinned slowly. “Well, Kyle, I would say he was decapitated.”
    I frowned at him. “Thanks, Dr. Obvious. I meant why the supernatural smackdown in the middle of the happy hour and hot-wings crowd?”
    He shook his head. “Supernaturals are not normally this careless. There must be a compelling reason why this happened when it did.”
    “Have you ever seen an angel before?”
    “Yes, but never one that revealed himself to humans this blatantly. Nicholas will be watching us closely until we figure this out.”
    I bristled. “Nicholas can chill. If he’s worried we’re not doing our jobs, he can come here and supervise us himself. Did you find the vamp’s head?”
    “No.”
    I didn’t want to think about why someone would take it. “Where’s Misha?”
    “Talking to our supernatural witness in the back room.”
    Since the place had been busy, odds were good at least one supe would be in the crowd, and we had hit pay dirt.