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Dragon(e) Baby Gone
Reports from the Department of Intangible Assets 
Book One
Robert Gainey

Genre: Detective Fantasy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication:  June 28, 2021
ISBN:978-1-5092-3658-9 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-3659-6 Digital
Number of pages: 254
Word Count: 69,377

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Overworked. Underfunded. Outgunned. Sometimes the greater good needs a little help from a lesser evil. 

Book Description: 

“Dragon is hard to overcome, yet one shall try.”
 – Nowe Ateny, Polish Encyclopedia, 1745

Diane Morris is part of the thin line separating a happy, mundane world from all of the horrors of the anomalous. Her federal agency is underfunded, understaffed, and misunderstood, and she’d rather transfer to the boring safety of Logistics than remain a field agent. 

When a troupe of international thieves make off with a pair of dragon eggs, Diane has no choice but to ally with a demon against the forces looking to leave her city a smoldering crater. 

Facing down rogue wizards, fiery elementals, and crazed gunmen, it’s a race against time to get the precious cargo back before the dragon wakes up and unleashes hell. 

Exclusive Excerpt

“Get her!” somebody shouted, from a completely different direction, as soon as I set foot into a four-way intersection. Gunfire erupted, and I just kept right on running, wondering what kind of moron thinks that ‘Get her’ is the way to start an ambush. I reminded myself that crime at their level didn’t attract the best and brightest minds available.Thank Christ for that.

Stairs. Stairs leading up. Hell to the yes. I bounded up them, stumbling with uneven concrete steps, and hit the door full-on, bouncing it nearly out of the warped wooden frame and bursting into a storage room. I saw another door on the other side and didn’t even pause to slam the door all the way shut before pulling a set of shelves down over it. People that would slow down. Mephits would torch through so fast it wasn’t funny.

“This is Squid, Squid to Eagle, come in Eagle!” I shouted, hoping that wherever I was now, it wasn’t going to be so lethal for my radio. The storage room was full of shelving units like the one I’d just toppled, and aside from a couple lights on the ceiling and a fire extinguisher mounted next each door there was nothing else in the room.

Static fed back, and then, “This is Eagle, we read you loud and clear.” Oh man, small miracles are the best miracles. I was at the second door, and this one was sturdier, metal, and locked. I set the case down, and pulled out a toolkit from my belt.

“I have the package with me, have encountered hostile natives and even more hostile tourists,” I said, trying to keep my gasping breath out of the transmission. Blood fell in fat drops onto my hands as I undid the paneling around the door’s push-button lock. “Location, unknown. Out of the sewers, in a storage room.” I glanced around for a moment and turned my attention back on my work. Trying to work fast was a good way to get no work done, but it was hard when I knew that the pursuit wasn’t going to give up because I’d gone through a mere door. “No indication of location or purpose of storage.”

“We copy that. We show you in a junction within the waste treatment plant.Confirm location?”

“Negative. Tracking device was part of inoperable equipment, no longer on person.” I eased a lock pick forward, touching one pin after the other as I held them in place using a tension rod. . Simple lock. Easy to open under ideal circumstances. It didn’t help that now I needed both hands and one of my eyes was effectively glued shut with bloody slime. Just my kind of ideal circumstances.

The goons didn’t even have the decency to knock before they slammed into the meager barricade, and I heard one let out a yell as he bounced off. He must have tumbled off the stairs and back down into the cesspool because his yell cut off abruptly.Then the banging continued at a more subdued pace.


About the Author:

Robert Gainey is a born and raised Floridian, despite his best efforts. While enrolled at Florida State University and studying English (a language spoken on a small island near Europe), Robert began volunteering for the campus medical response team, opening up a great new passion in his life. Following graduation, he pursued further training through paramedic and firefighting programs, going on to become a full time professional firefighter in the State of Florida. He currently lives and works in Northeast Florida with his wife and dogs, who make sure he gets walked regularly. Robert writes near-fetched fantasy novels inspired by the madness and courage found in everyday events.

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Jen Keating said...

This book sounds so good! And I LOVE that cover!

Athena Graeme said...

Detective Fantasy ... I haven't tried that genre mash up before! That sounds awesome!