A Murder of Crows
A Murder of Crows
Book 2 of 3: Avery Byrne Goth Vigilante series
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What's It About?
Avery Byrne is bent on revenge and desperate for love.
Goth tattoo artist Avery Byrne refuses to accept that her friend's death was an accident. Armed with determination and a thirst for justice, Avery dives into Phoenix, Arizona's adrenaline-fueled world of street racing, seeking revenge.
Teaming up with Roz Fein, an unlikely ally who operates a spy shop, Avery navigates the city's high-octane underbelly.
As they edge closer to uncovering the truth, Avery finds herself grappling with a growing attraction to Roz, while still grieving the recent death of her ex.
Love, vengeance, and high-speed action collide in a sapphic crime thriller you won't want to put down.
A Murder of Crows, Book 2 in the Avery Byrne Goth Vigilante series, is a twist-filled ride, combining relentless suspense with the poignant exploration of loss and love.
Buy A Murder of Crows and buckle up for an adventure you won't soon forget.
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“Boze, dude, what’s wrong?” Hatchet wiped the blood-red cupcake crumbs from his hands and onto his grease-stained work shirt. He set the bottle of ginger beer he’d been drinking on a nearby metal tool cabinet.
The tall, older man shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “Feeling woozy. Must be the meds them docs got me on. Or maybe I’m coming down with something.”
“You don’t look too good, my friend,” Fisch chimed in. “You need to lie down or something? There’s a cot in the office we can set out if you need.”
“Naw, I’ll be all right. After all, it’s payday,” Boze replied with a tired grin. “Don’t wanna be falling asleep for that. When’s that guy supposed to be showing up, anyway?”
Hatchet gazed up at the old clock on the service bay wall. “Said eight. So half an hour.”
Boze rose unsteadily to his feet. “Maybe I’ll splash some water on my face.”
He took two steps before he lost his balance and fell against the side of a 1955 Thunderbird that Classic Autos was restoring. His head clipped the side-view mirror on the way down.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
Hatchet was at his side in a heartbeat, checking his friend for injuries. Blood seeped from a cut on Boze’s temple, staining his gray afro a bright red.
“Something ain’t right, Hatch. Feelin’ all kinda—I dunno,” Boze said woozily. “Maybe I oughta drive myself to the ER.”
“You can’t drive yourself like this.” Hatchet pressed a clean shop rag to Boze’s wound. “Fisch, help me get him into the Blue Streak.”
“Probably better if we call for an ambulance,” Fisch replied.
“No!” Boze snapped, his voice shaky. “Don’t need no damn ambulance. Got enough medical bills already. Blue Streak’s faster.”
The two younger guys helped Boze to his feet and, supporting him on their shoulders, got him out into the parking lot.
“Where should I take him?” Hatchet asked.
“Saint Joe’s closest,” Fisch replied. “On Thomas at Third Avenue.”
“Sounds good.”
Hatchet lowered his friend into the passenger seat of his 1965 Mustang convertible, pulled the seatbelt across his waist, and closed the door. The pale-blue paint looked silver in the golden glow of the streetlight.
“Just hang in there, brother. We’ll get you taken care of.”
“Should I follow in my car?” Fisch asked, pulling out his keys.
“No,” Hatchet insisted. “Someone’s got to stay here and collect the money. I’ll call you soon as I know something.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
Hatchet jumped in behind the wheel and tore out of the parking lot, tires squealing. Engine roaring, they raced south on Seventh Street, using the suicide lane to get around cars in their way.
“Oh, man. Oh, man,” Boze gripped his chest. “Hard to breathe.”
Hatchet wasn’t feeling so good himself. A wave of drowsiness hit him suddenly. He struggled to keep his eyes open and on the road, even as he wove through the obstacle course of vehicles in front of him.
Whatever was making Boze sick seemed to be affecting him now too. The flu? In early May?
As it became increasingly harder to focus on the road, Hatchet considered pulling over. He was looking for a parking lot to pull into when Boze slumped forward, held into his seat only by the seatbelt around his waist.
“Boze! Wake up! Hey!” He tried to shake his friend awake, but there was no response. Panic gripped him. “Fuck! Hold on, brother!”
Hatchet pressed the accelerator to the floor. His own drowsiness intensified. Suddenly, he was floating. His concerns for Boze dissolved into a cloud of euphoria.
“Shit!” Hatchet opened his eyes in time to see the utility pole flying toward him at bullet speed. A deafening metallic crunch was the last thing he heard.
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Page Count and Other Details
- Pages: 324
- Print size: 5.5"x8.5"
What can I say about Avery the Avenger that hasn’t been said. I thoroughly enjoyed this book from start to finish, could not put it down. This series is going from strength to strength with every book. The only thing is waiting with bated breath for the next one, even though Amazon says 2/2 we all know there has to be another one, doesn’t there. This series could run and run. Very Highly Recommended.
This is the second story starring Avery Byrne and in timeline takes place shortly after the first one, A Conspiracy of Ravens. If you are not familiar with Avery, she is a young woman who happens to be transgender. I say happens to be because she is much more and while being transgender has deeply affected her life it doesn’t define her.
This story teems with action and suspense, but it is not just a thriller. It is the story of a young woman who has lost people in the past and who is now coming to grip with some fresh losses. Avery wants justice for those she has lost and is willing to face the danger associated with getting that justice. For better or worse she is a 22-year-old who, like so many around that age, doesn’t really accept their vulnerability. This often puts her in harm’s way and worries those who love her.
While this story can stand alone, if you haven’t read the first one it does have some spoilers.
Disclaimer: I got this as an advanced copy for review purposes. I also get books from other authors for reviews but for all of them I tell it like it is in my reviews.
As if Avery Byrne hasn’t endured enough tragedy in her life already, this story finds her still reeling from the death of her girlfriend when two more of her friends die under suspicious circumstances. While the police are content with labeling their deaths as accidental overdoses, Avery knows in her gut that something more sinister is at play. ‘Avery the Avenger’ is on the case. Her quest for the whole truth of what happened leads her down a twisted and dangerous path that includes corporate espionage, domestic violence, and murder. This is one of those stories that just won’t let you put the book down. I love the unique characters with all their personal foibles, the well-considered plot that keeps you guessing, and the overall attention to detail that draws you into the story so completely that you can see everything unfold in your mind as clearly as watching a good movie. This one definitely belongs on the “must read” list of anyone enjoying a good vigilante thriller.
