Not all endings are happy...
Blue Reynolds knows the darker side of New Never City--the side that's hopped-up on fairy dust and doesn't care if your house gets blown down. Rent's due and his PI business is all but make believe. But even Blue shudders at having to chase after Isabella Davis, a freckle-nosed redhead five feet tall on her tip-toes...if you don't count the pretty pink wings. Izzy is tough, and sneaky, and not too thrilled with the idea of being the new tooth fairy. The last six have been most gruesomely extracted. But Blue has a feeling that whoever is killing the tooth fairies is worse than your standard big bad psycho. The fairy council is hiding something. The Shadows are moving out into the light. And Blue is saddled with a shocking power that could take out half of New Never City…
Release date: December 8th, 2014
Genre: Mystery/Paranormal Romance
Thank you for taking your time to interview with us!
I’m thrilled to be here. Thank you for having me.
When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
Oddly enough, in my early years I hated writing, never wanted anything to do with it. I loved reading though. Then in 2001, after watching the horrors of 9/11 unfold, the only way for me to process what had happened was to start writing. Not sure how my neurotic journaling eventually turned to writing fairytale mysteries, but it has, and I’m very happy that it did. I found myself in the written word.
Who is your favorite character that you have created?
I fall in love with my heroes, mostly the ones too flawed to be clearly seen as such. Most recently, I adore, Blue Reynolds, PI, the main character in The Fairyland Murders. He’s been hired to find the missing Tooth Fairy before she ends up as the next victim of a serial killer. And he hates every second of it. To me there is nothing better than a reluctant hero, one who doesn’t know or care that he’s the hero of a story.
If you could live in one of your fictional worlds, which would it be?
That’s a great question. Hmm…most of my worlds are pretty dark and seedy. I guess my answer would be New Never City, the world three of my books including The Fairyland Murders, are set in. This is the sort of place you walk down the street, passing the occasional Little Bo Peep show, while dodging a suicidal Humpty Dumpty or two. No one, fairytale character or otherwise, is who you think they are. Mysteries abound. I love that in a world.
J.A. Kazimer is a writer living in Denver, CO. Books include The Junkie Tales, The Body Dwellers, CURSES! A F***ed-Up Fairy Tale, Holy Socks & Dirtier Demons, Dope Sick: A Love Story, SHANK, Froggy Style: A F***ed Up Fairy Tale, The Assassin's Heart, and The Fairyland Murders. Forthcoming novels include The Lady in Pink and The Assassin’s Kiss
When Kazimer isn't looking for the perfect place to hide the bodies, she spends her time surrounded by cats with attitude and a little puppy named Killer. Other hobbies include murdering houseplants, kayaking, snowboarding, reading and theater. After years of slacking, she received a master's degree in forensic psychology, which she promptly ignored and started writing novels for little to no money. In addition to studying the criminal mind, Kazimer spent a few years spilling drinks on people as a bartender and then wasted another few years stalking people while working as a private investigator in the Denver area. You can find her online at jakazimer.com.
Of all the fey PI firms, in all the kingdoms, in all the lands, these twin hairless fairies had to walk into mine.
Of course I knew why they were here.
“My rent’s not due for two days,” I said, propping my feet on top of my worn desk. It groaned under the weight. Not that another forty-eight hours would matter in the scheme of things. I’d still be a few hundred short of meeting my monthly office space rent.
The PI biz wasn’t what it used to be.
And it used to be pretty damn bad.
Hell, I only had one case in the last month and I’d yet to see a penny from it. Of course, I hadn’t quite solved it either. But I would. Blue Reynolds, PI, always gets the job done. Eventually.
“Blue,” Peyton, the taller of the two fairies, said as he hefted his tiny pants. They rose an inch, showing off a pair of green and white kids’ socks. “We ain’t here for the rent. We want you to do a job for us.”
I leaned back further in my chair. “Nope.”
Frowning, Peyton consulted with his twin brother, Clayton, in a hushed whisper. They argued for a second, finally nodding in apparent agreement before facing me again. In unison they shot me equally creepy and earnest smiles.
A lesser man might’ve found their pixie-shaped faces and wistful plea cute. Not me. I’d dealt with fairies too many times to fall for their adorable act. In general, fairies were winged devils; these two were in particular.
“Please,” they said. “For us?”
Again I shook my head. This time with greater emphasis, so much so that the bones in my neck popped. I tilted my head back and forth working out the kinks as the twins regrouped.
“Come on, Blue,” said Clayton, the shorter brother. Shorter was relative since neither he nor his twin stood more than two feet tall. “It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“You said that about the last job.” I kicked off my combat boot and wiggled four toes through the hole in my sock. “I still haven’t found my toe.”
Peyton winced, but Clayton, true to his demonic nature, giggled. “Guess he didn’t go running wee wee wee all the way home like we figured.”