Carole Nelson Douglas
Brimstone Kiss
The second book in the Delilah Street, Paranormal Investigator series, 2008
For the wonderful writers who welcomed Delilah to the paranormal fold with generous cover quotes:
Heather Graham, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Nancy Pickard and Rebecca York
Meet Me, Delilah Street
Everyone has family issues but I have only one: that I don't have any family. My fresh new business card reads Delilah Street, Paranormal Investigator, but my old personal card could read Delilah Street, Unadoptable Orphan.
I was supposedly named after the street where I was found abandoned as an infant in Wichita, Kansas. (I guess I should just thank God and DC Comics it wasn't Lois Lane.) Of course, I've Googled and Groggled (the drinking person's search engine) the World Wide Web for Delilah Streets and not a single bloody one of them is to be found in Kansas.
Whoever my forebears, they gave me the Black Irish, Snow White coloring that is catnip to vampires: corpse-pale skin and dead-of-night-black hair. By the time I turned twelve I was fighting off aspiring juvie rapists with retractable fangs and body odor that mixed blood, sweat and semen. Really made me enjoy being a girl.