Jess Haines Stops By and the The H&W Gang Discuss Their 2012 Christmas Plans


Hello there!  Jess Haines here.  I’m the author of the urban fantasy H&W Investigations series (HUNTED BY THE OTHERS, TAKEN BY THE OTHERS , DECEIVED BY THE OTHERS, and STALKING THE OTHERS.

Hunted by the Others Taken by the Others Deceived by the Others Stalking the Others

Shiarra has been having a pretty bad time of things lately. She’s here with some of her friends (and otherwise) to tell you about it. Over to you, Shia!

Shiarra: Well, we’re still here, so I guess the Mayans got it wrong.

Royce: Actually, the event had more to do with new beginnings than death.

Chaz: How would you know, dead man?

Royce: It’s called research. You might want to try it if you can tear yourself away from the gym once in a while, dog.

Chaz: You son of a—

Sara: Ahem. It’s almost Christmas. We’re supposed to be filled with good cheer right now. Hint, hint.

Arnold: Hey, I’m filled with good cheer. This is pretty entertaining.

Shiarra: No kidding.

Sara: Blood spatter and flying fur isn’t very festive.

Shiarra: Maybe it is for vampires and werewolves. Hey, we’ve got one of each here. Why don’t we ask them?

Chaz: You never used to take that sarcastic tone with me before.

Royce: Clearly you have not spent enough time around her.

Arnold: Man, I never dated her, and even I know she’s a walking punch line.

Shiarra: Hey!

Sara: Can’t argue with that.

Shiarra: Oh, come on.

Chaz: I never thought you were a walking punch line.

Shiarra: That’s great. You’re still an ass.

Chaz: What?

Royce: Ms. Waynest, if you would take five minutes to stop and think about your actions instead of rushing headlong into things, perhaps you would not have such terrible luck in your affairs—personal and otherwise.

Sara: Shush. That makes sense, and you know that’s taboo territory around here.

Arnold: You know you’ve got problems when the big, bad vampire is the voice of reason.

Shiarra: I hate you all so very much right now.

Arnold: Hey, where’s your Christmas spirit?

Shiarra: Left it in my other purse.

Chaz: Since the world didn’t end, maybe we could do something to celebrate.

Shiarra: Oh, yeah, like I’m going to be caught dead going anywhere with you.

Chaz: You’re here, aren’t you?

Shiarra: This is different.

Sara: Yeah. No interviews means no money to keep the biz afloat. Don’t want H&W Investigations going under, you know. We’ve got a secretary’s Christmas bonus to pay and all that.

Arnold: You know, I’ve been thinking. How are you guys going to celebrate the holidays without your families? I mean, being on the run and all.

Royce: And you lot call me the cold, callous one.

Arnold: Shut up, fangs.

Royce: Watch your tone, spark. Don’t test me.

Sara: Stop it, you two. Anyway, I guess Arnold has a valid question.

Shiarra: Like we need him rubbing it in. It’s not my fault the cops are after us!

Sara: Ahem.

Shiarra: …okay, maybe it is my fault.

Chaz: If you’d stayed with me, you wouldn’t be in so much trouble.

Royce: If she had stayed with you—

Shiarra: If you finish that thought, I am going to do something very un-Christmas spirit-y to you.

Arnold: Scary.

Royce: How interesting. I think that’s the first time you’ve threatened me in quite some time.

Chaz: Keep looking at her like that, and it’s not the only threat you’ll have to deal with tonight.

Sara: Um. I don’t think the fangs and fur are allowed here, Chaz.

Shiarra: Whatever. I’m so done with these guys.

Sara: No kidding. Someone’s not getting that Doctor Who Limited Edition Giftset he asked for on his Christmas wishlist if he doesn’t ease back on the throttle.

Arnold: What? You got—holy crap, no way! That’s sold out everywhere!

Sara: Yep. It would be a shame if you didn’t get it this year. Honey.

Arnold: Blackmail! Not fair! I was behaving!

Sara:  Ahem.

Arnold: Okay, okay. I’m sorry.

Sara: Not to me.

Arnold: Sorry, Shia.

Shiarra: Yeah, whatever.

Arnold: Come on, man! This is the top item from my wishlist on the line!

Shiarra:  Cry me a freakin’ river.

Sara: Ahem. Shia.

Shiarra: Okay, fine. Apology accepted.

Royce: You are such children.

Chaz: I think you’re just mad because the mage didn’t have to apologize to you.

Royce: As Ms. Waynest so succinctly put it—“whatever.”

Shiarra: Don’t do that. It’s creepy.

Arnold: Man, everyone’s filled with holiday cheer tonight.

Sara: ‘Tis the season to be snarky. I think it’s time we retire to the very spiked eggnog.

Shiarra: Seconded. Let’s go open some presents. I could use some consumerism spirit right about now.

Arnold: Hell to the yes.

Chaz: Hope there’s something under that tree for me.

Shiarra: Sure. A giant lump of coal with your name on it.

Chaz: That’s not very funny.

Royce: Actually, I agreed with Ms. Waynest. We both thought it was amusing. I even had your name inscribed on it.

Arnold: If I wasn’t so afraid of you, I’d fistbump you so hard right now.

Shiarra: Having a vamp in your pocket comes in handy now and then. Merry Christmas, people. Sleep tight. Don’t let the vamps or Weres bite.

You can learn more about Shiarra and the rest of her friends in HUNTED BY THE OTHERS (link: Be sure to keep an eye out for SILENT CRAVINGS (coming February 2013) and the next H&W book, FORSAKEN BY THE OTHERS (coming July 2013)!

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Thanks again for having me and the gang over, Sophia! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everybody!

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