Shades Below, #2: Update

Hey guys!

So, I’ve received a few messages recently inquiring about the next book in the Shades Below series.  If you’re out there and you’ve been waiting for The Devil’s Disease (Shades Below, #2), a couple things:

  1. OMG THANK YOU.  Seriously.  I’m so excited that you’re so excited for the return of Lena and MacMillian!  They miss you, too.  Swearsies.
  2. I am working on it, I PROMISE.  After an unexpectedly stressful holiday season during which I took a complete break from writing, I’m back at it!  Thoughts are being thunk.  Words are being made.  It’s beautiful.

When’s the release date, you ask?  That’s a bit tricky to nail down.  I’m not quite close enough to the end of the book that I’m comfortable setting an actual date, but tentatively speaking, I expect to be done with the writing by mid-late February.  This means you could have SB#2 in your hot little hands as early as the beginning of March.

In the meantime, here’s an excerpt (mostly unedited, so be kind) to whet your appetite.  I’ve also included some pertinent links at the end of this post, so be sure to read all the way through!



Durbin led them a little ways away, then turned to Lena.  “All right.  Did you find out what you wanted?”

She looked at MacMillian.  “Well?  What do you think?”

He glanced upward.  “Wouldn’t mind getting a look upstairs.”

Durbin started to speak.  A woman’s sharp voice cut him off.

“Who let these people in here?”

Durbin closed his eyes briefly.  “Fuck,” he breathed.

Lena looked over her shoulder.  Striding towards them was a no-nonsense looking African-American woman.  Intelligent eyes sparked in her face.  Her black hair was wrestled into a knot at the base of her neck.  A badge gleamed at the waistband of her trousers.

Lena looked back at Durbin.  “Who is that?”

He shook his head, and moved up to stand beside her.  “You’d better let me handle this.”

The woman reached them.  “Would one of you like to tell me just how you got on my crime scene?”

Durbin cleared his throat.  “Apologies, Inspector.  We’re not trying to step on any toes.  My name is Mark Durbin, and I—”

“I know who you are, Durbin.”  The woman planted her hands on her hips.  “What I don’t know is what you’re doing here.”

Durbin glanced at Lena.  “Official business, ma’am.  We just—”

“‘We’.”  The woman’s eyes narrowed a fraction.  “Who’s ‘we’?”

Lena glanced around.  Lynch and MacMillian were nowhere to be seen.

Durbin’s mouth drifted open.  “Ah…”

Lena locked eyes with the woman.  The ache in her forehead intensified.  She ignored it.  “He means me.  Lena Alan.  And you are?”

Beside her, Durbin sucked in a breath.  The woman’s eyebrows shot up.  “Inspector Chelsea Chandler, SFPD Homicide.  And just what is your role here, Ms. Alan?”

Lena had been searching the room.  Her eye landed on a staircase in the far corner.  MacMillian was about halfway up it.  Lynch was already at the top.

“Ms. Alan?”

Lena jerked her gaze back to Inspector Chandler.  “I’m a, ah, consultant.”  She glanced at Durbin.  Comprehension flooded his face.  A muscle began to tic in his jaw.  She cleared her throat.  “A police consultant.”

“Really.”  Chandler looked skeptical.  “What kind of police consultant?”

Lena lifted her chin.  “I’m a psychic.”

Durbin made a sound that was halfway between a wheeze and a groan.  Inspector Chandler’s face went slack.  “I’m sorry.  You’re a what?”

“A psychic.”  Lena shot a quick glance back at the staircase.  Neither MacMillian nor Lynch were anywhere to be seen.  “I communicate with the dead.  Your department has used my services before.  North Beach.  A few weeks ago.”

Inspector Chandler blew out a breath.  “Right.  North Beach.”  She turned to Durbin.  “Okay, I think I know what this is.  You rode shotgun on that Downtown Subway deal, got your ten minutes of fame—”

“That’s not how it happened.”  Durbin’s voice came out a growl.

Chandler didn’t seem fazed.  “Look, I get it.  Maybe domestics and traffic stops get a little dry sometimes.  But a psychic?  You’re out of your jurisdiction here, Inspector.” Her tone sharpened.  “Not to mention your league.”



The Devil’s Disease: Official page

The Devil’s Disease: Excerpt

The Devil’s Disease: Playlist

The Devil’s Disease: Pinterest board

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Published by L.J.K. Oliva

L.J.K. Oliva writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, with a heavy dash of suspense. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. Most of all, L.J.K. likes monsters... and knows the darkest ones don't live in closets.

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  1. Reblogged this on Write Bitches and commented:

    News and updates on the writing front! If you were curious about the next book in my Shades Below series (and even if you weren’t), read this!


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