About This Book
Marlowe stared into the mirror at the waist-length, bright blonde curls cascading from what used to be a dark brown, balding head, sighing heavily. "Magic from my world doesn't work here," she'd said. "You should've read the label on anything a criminal from my world would leave behind," she'd said before her very offended, very British attitude had sniffed at the idea he'd simply use toiletries he'd found in a motel room anyway. "No, this isn't magic, it's alchemy," she'd added.Okay. Not magic, alchemy. What ever. It did seem to work here, though. Sighing again, he shook his head while studying the rest of his body in the mirror. She must have forgotten to mention the difference. Taking a deep breath, he began wondering what else she hadn't told him.Learning curves.For the Constable, learning to exist in a new, very different world.For the ex-cop PI, learning to deal with the impossible and often unexpected.Finally, for both of them, learning to be a team.Meet Jerry Marlowe and Elise Montague, the latest weapons in the battle against inter-dimensional crime.
