An Urban Tuesday Featuring

Kitty Raises Hell is today's An Urban Tuesday book feature. I love revisiting the oldies but goodies. there are so many readers that miss these releases or unable to read them at the time of their release. How many of you have found the older releases a great way to revisit favorite authors or discover new-to-you authors, too? 

Kitty Raises Hell is the sixth release of Carrie Vaughn's The Kitty Norville Series that hit the shelves back in 2005. Since then she's released ten in this series with the latest released just last month. For those that like to wait until there's a good backing for a series now's the perfect time to jump into this urban fantasy world. 

Below I've provided the usual for An Urban Tuesday-an extra long snippet reading and all the book details you'll find useful.

Happy reading!

Series Reading Order:

Kitty and the Midnight Hour, Book 1

Kitty Goes To Washington, Book 2

Kitty Takes a Holiday, Book 3

Kitty and the Silver Bullet, Book 4

Kitty and the Dead Man's Hand, Book 5

Kitty Raises Hell, Book 6

Kitty's House of Horrors, Book 7

Kitty Goes To War, Book 8

Kitty's Big Trouble, Book 9

Kitty Steals the Show, Book 10

Kitty Raises Hell

Carrie Vaughn

Back of the Book:

Sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas.

Kitty and Ben flee The City That Never Sleeps, thinking they were finished with the dangers there, but the sadistic cult of lycanthropes and their vampire priestess have laid a curse on Kitty in revenge for her disrupting their rituals. Starting at the next full moon, danger and destruction the form of fire strikes Kitty and the pack of werewolves she's sworn to protect.

She enlists the help of a group of TV paranormal investigators - one of whom has real psychic abilities - to help her get to the bottom of the curse that's been laid on her. Rick, the Master vampire of Denver, believes a deeper plot lies behind the curse, and he and Kitty argue about whether or not to accept the help of a professional demon hunter - and vampire - named Roman, who arrives a little too conveniently in the nick of time.

Unable to rely on Rick, and unwilling to accept Roman's offer of help for a price, Kitty and her band of allies, including Vegas magician Odysseus Grant and Kitty's own radio audience, mount a trap for the supernatural being behind the curse, a destructive force summoned by the vengeful cult, a supernatural being that none of them ever thought to face.

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EXTENDED SNIPPET READING

R esearching demons went about the same as researching every other supernatural topic I'd ever delved into. Much of it was vague, paranoid, filled with warnings and hysteria. There seemed to be a higher degree of religious nuttery than usual. The most generally accepted way to repel demons was to find a priest to conduct an exorcism. In fact, the Catholic Church had an accepted, approved set of procedures for exorcising demons. It was usually for exorcising them from people. All too often, examples presented as demonic possession were in reality more mundane cases of severe mental illness. Those people needed medical help, not holy water and Latin chants.

 

Nearly any word for monster or supernatural creature in any language could be translated as "demon" in English, which still left a world of possibilities. I hadn't learned very much more than when I started.

 

This thing's attacks were getting worse, striking new targets, so I made a new, bigger batch of the protection potion. Then I went to my parents' house.

 

They weren't home, which was good. I was still hoping not to draw them directly into this, but I wanted the house—and them inside it—to be safe, so I made a circle around it with the potion. I hid it in the grass and shrubs, ran it through the gate in the fence around the backyard, then back up the other side. In front of the house, a concrete walk led to the front door. Wasn't any way I could hide the potion on the concrete, so I painted a sticky black line across it to finish the circle. Maybe they would think it was dirt, or the trail of a weird insect or something. Maybe they wouldn't notice it at all. I finished and left as quickly as I could, and no one called the police on me, which was even better.

 

At my sister Cheryl's, however, I got caught.

 

The problem was the golden retriever running loose in the fenced backyard. It was named Bucky or something. I didn't really remember, because I avoided the beast like the plague. He could sense what I was, had decided that I was a threat, and let his displeasure be known every time I appeared. When I came over to visit, Bucky was exiled to the backyard. Maybe he was just resentful.

 

I had spread the potion in the front of the house, then got to the gate in the fence. I opened it an inch and was met by the growling, slavering jaws of Bucky. Weren't golden retrievers supposed to be stupid and friendly? This thing was acting like a Doberman.

 

I slammed the gate shut and held it closed while Bucky threw himself against it. Oh, if I could just let Wolf loose to have a go at him, we'd shut him up real quick—

 

"Bucky, what the hell's the matter with you?" That was my sister, approaching from the backyard side of the fence. I heard a commotion, presumably her grabbing the dog by the collar, and the dog whining in frustration, trying to tell her what was wrong. What is it, Lassie? There's a werewolf trying to break in? She murmured admonitions at him, but he kept making noises like he was struggling to break free and have at me again.

 

So much for stealth.

 

"Hey, Cheryl?" I called. "It's me."

 

After a moment she said, "Kitty? What are you doing here?"

 

I winced. "Long story. Can you put the mutt inside? Then I'll tell you all about it." Well, I'd tell her some of it.

 

"Mutt?" she said, indignant. "He has papers!"

 

Whatever. But the commotion was moving away as she presumably hauled Bucky into the house.

 

Cheryl was my older sister. I'd idolized her when we were kids, even though we'd fought like heathens. Now she had settled into suburban bliss, with the nice house in a new subdivision, the swell husband, the two kids, and the dog, all with names out of a 1950s sitcom. But she still wore jeans and band T-shirts and listened to punk when the kids were napping. I loved my sister. We still occasionally fought like heathens.

 

When the backyard was quiet, I opened the gate and continued spreading the blood potion. Cheryl met me halfway across the backyard. Bucky was at the sliding glass door, barking at us, spitting dog slobber on the glass.

 

She wrinkled her nose when she saw what I was doing. "What is that?"

 

"It's a long story."

 

"Is that going to kill my lawn?"

 

That was something I hadn't considered. But blood was high in nutrients, right? A fertilizer? "No," I said, and hoped I was right.

 

"Okay," she drawled, hands on hips, glaring at me. "I may regret asking this, but why are you doing this?"

 

I tried to be as brief and clear as possible. "There's this demon attacking me—it's responsible for the fire at New Moon. This is a protection potion. It's supposed to keep you all safe."

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