And the lovely and fantastically talented Anne Cain​ JUST sent me the final piece, the cover.. so here you go, Roku MacCormick and Dim Sum Asylum. Now a full-length novel and coming out on June 9, 2017!

Dim Sum Asylum is now up on Amazon for pre-order. (Cover will be updated as soon as Amazon gets around to it) AND the Dreamspinner Press link to follow shortly. Just remember, if you purchase a paperback through DSP, you get the ebook for free. So watch the sales and take advantage of DSP’s two-for-one offer.

When I wrote Dim Sum Asylum for Charmed and Dangerous, I really want to revisit the world at some point. About a year ago or so, Lynn West at Dreamspinner Press said… hey, you know Dim Sum Asylum? I want it as a book. So, an additional 85,000 words or so, Dim Sum Asylum is now a full-length novel and I got to play with all the growly, scaly things I wanted to. And man, it was fun. The original story is woven into the novel and I tried to keep as true to the original as I could but there were some changes. A few. *grins*

And a Bonus Saturday Excerpt from the new Dim Sum Asylum.
“I’m fine,” I said for the thirtieth time in the last half hour.

“Seriously, I only had the wind knocked out of me. Didn’t even bleed. Just a little bit dusty.”

It was the same response I’d given to everyone who asked. I was set to loop, or at least that’s what it felt like. After the fourth or fifth EMT poked at me, I was tired of answering questions, having lights shined in my eyes, and not coughing when someone thumped at my chest and ribs. The ringing stopped a few minutes after Trent got me to someplace warmer—a tea shop prepping for the early-dinner crowd. The owner was an enterprising young Coleopteran who’d taken one look at the emergency crews pulling up in the street and promptly began steeping stockpots full of black pekoe.

The short, squat Chinese fae urged his workers to give out as many cups as they could, ensuring the responders had something hot in their gullets when they took a moment to breathe. It was a good tactical move on his part. With the sidewalk closed down, he wouldn’t get much business, but cops and firefighters remembered who made their hard days a bit easier. Hell, I still went back to a Hawaiian food place on Third, not just because they made a mean lau lau, but also because they’d fired up their grills and made about a thousand teriyaki burgers and spam musubi for the crews working a double homicide at three in the morning.

“You’ve got blood coming out of your ears, and your irises are copper.” The hard-featured medic who’d snagged me before I could stumble out of the shop could have given the Southern Gate dragon a lesson in pissy looks. He ripped open a bag of supplies with his teeth, grunting for me to hold out my hand, then barked at a rookie cop to grab me one of the teacups before it made it outside. Extracting a packet of bright pills, he enunciated slowly, “These are painkillers….”

I snuck a look at the packet and mumbled, “Yeah, those are the same ones I’ve got in the glove compartment of my squad car. Don’t like them. Make my head fuzzy.”

“Your head’s already fuzzy. In about an hour, the adrenaline you’ve got running through you is going to fade, and you’re going to regret not taking these.” He shoved them into my hand as my partner returned from outside to loom behind the medic’s back. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted Trent hovering.

“Maybe you can talk some sense into this guy. Either he takes those or I yank him from duty.”

“Did you find anything?” I asked Trent, then followed up with the question I dreaded hearing an answer to. “Did they find anyone inside?”

“It’s too hot. We won’t be able to get in. Building’s been evacuated. Same with the gōngyù on top and across the two sides.” He scowled when the medic pressed a finger against a sore spot on my temple. “That’s bruised. Why are you doing that to him?”

The medic didn’t answer him. He just rattled the pills at me again and glared. “In you or you’re out. Your call, asshole.”

“That’s Senior Inspector asshole to you,” I grumbled back. My pill hatred went back decades, starting with the fake grape lozenges my mother assured me were like candy and would help my sore throat. It was like sucking on Death’s big toe and tasted like roadkill, sorrow, and hedgehog poop.

“Take the pills, MacCormick.” Trent shuffled around a round table the owner’d set up for the medics to lay their gear on. “It’s Hell out there, and I’m not convinced you’re 100 percent. Unless these guys give you clearance to walk out of here, I’m going to shove you into the back of an ambulance, and Gaines will meet you at the hospital.”

Dim Sum Asylum by Rhys Ford
Welcome to Dim Sum Asylum: a San Francisco where it’s a ho-hum kind of case when a cop has to chase down an enchanted two-foot-tall shrine god statue with an impressive Fu Manchu mustache that’s running around Chinatown, trolling sex magic and chaos in its wake.