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The Black Mask by Samuel King: Exclusive Excerpy!

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by Samuel King

I spend the rest of the day at the small desk in my bedroom, working at my laptop. Writing about The Black Mask is the most fun thing I do, but it earns me less than a hundred pounds a month. To actually make a living, I create content for various websites—mostly boring retail sites that just need blurbs to make boring products sound…well, less boring. Sadly, the words for these projects don’t come to me as easily as those for The Black Mask stories and it’s nine o’clock in the evening before I close my laptop and wander through to the living room. Jules and John are still naked, but they are now sitting side-by-side on the sofa, watching TV and eating delivery pizza.

“Hi,” says Jules.

“All right?” says John, who has a strong London accent that is, actually, very hot. I glance down into his lap and catch sight of his semi-engorged cock poking out from under the pizza box. He notices my attention and grins. I hastily grab another beer and head back to my room.

I set the beer down on the bedside table and pick up the TV remote, but as I turn to point it at the television, I freeze. On the wall is a large, glowing white rectangle. It’s the poster of The Black Mask, but The Black Mask is missing. Something stirs in the corner of the bedroom behind me.

I swing around and stagger back at the sight of The Black Mask arising from a crouching position on the other side of my bed. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle whatever sound I’m likely to make at this impossible development.

He is exactly as I imagine him—about six-foot-three, broad shouldered and with a muscle-bound, sculpted physique. He is covered in black from head to foot, his costume showing every curve and bulge. And what a bulge. I’ve never described that in any of The Black Mask stories I’ve written but there it is—a huge, thick cock almost tearing through the -black fabric. I gape at it. I can see the heavy balls, the at-least-nine-inch shaft and the bell-end, all wrapped in black but begging to be uncovered and sucked.

“How…?” is all I can manage in terms of words.

He glances around, as if confused himself, then looks at me. At least I assume he’s looking at me, although I can’t actually see his eyes. He scratches his head with a leathergloved hand and shrugs.

Without warning, he leaps across the bed in one bound—he can leap over houses in my stories—and lands right in front of me. He wraps one powerful arm around my waist and pulls me to him, and that fat, hard dick is pushing against my groin. Despite the enormity and impossibility of the situation, my cock responds, growing stiff in seconds. I stare into his eyes, which are just visible through the slits in his mask, now that he is so close. They are bright blue, just as they should be.

He strokes my cheek, the leather of his gloves soft against my skin, then runs a finger along my lower lip, leaving no doubt that this version of The Black Mask is definitely into guys. I push forward with my hips so that our cocks are properly rubbing against each other. I should be screaming or passing out with shock, but I just want what is happening to continue. I want to get fucked by The Black Mask, however impossible that scenario may be. Continue reading

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Hard Lessons by Samuel King: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Samuel King

It took Jake a while to find the dining room that evening. It was in the old part of the house on the ground floor and was surprisingly cozy, compared to some of the other rooms he had wandered through. A long, robust wooden table, which looked like it had been carved straight from one of the oak trees lining the driveway, took up much of the space, and an equally sturdy looking sideboard was laid with numerous serving bowls and dishes. The room was filled with a delicious meaty smell.

“Hello there!” greeted Nathan, who was sitting at the head of the table. “Come and sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“It is Friday night, after all,” chirped Alice, who was sitting just to Nathan’s right. She seemed to have defrosted since that afternoon and offered Jake a wide grin.

After a moment’s dithering, Jake took the seat directly opposite Alice. When he scanned the table, he saw it was the only empty seat with a place setting and there would be no one else joining them. All this food for three people? he thought.

“Red okay?” asked Nathan, gesturing to the open bottle of wine on the table between them.

“Yes, fine,” said Jake.

“It’s a good one,” said Alice, and her tone suggested Jake should be grateful. Maybe she hadn’t totally thawed after all.

“So, just help yourself to food whenever you’re ready,” said Nathan. “We like to keep it casual here, no standing on ceremony. We just employ a chef, a gardener and a team of cleaners who come in once a week. This isn’t Brideshead Revisited. You don’t have to worry about a valet walking into your room and catching you naked.”

“Nathan!” squealed Alice.

Jake blushed, not missing the reference to their earlier encounter. Nathan slipped Jake a secret wink and took a swig of wine.

“Well, I’m ready to eat,” Nathan said, standing.

As Nathan helped himself to dinner, Jake couldn’t help but admire him. He had changed out of his suit into a nicely fitted pair of jeans and a Polo shirt, which showed off every muscle of his broad back and shoulders. The jeans did a great job of displaying his full, manly arse too, which flexed as Nathan made his way along the sideboard.

“Shall we?” asked Alice, and Jake realized she was watching him intently with her eyebrows slightly raised.

“Oh, yes,” said Jake, standing. “I’m starving. I didn’t eat on the train.”

Jake made a mental note to stop lusting after his new boss. He was here to get away from romance, not find it. But it wasn’t easy when the boss was so bloody hot and giving definite signals that he was into him.

During dinner, which was a delicious lamb shank with creamy mashed potato and asparagus, conversation flowed quite naturally, with Nathan asking Jake questions about his life in London. Alice chipped in every now and then, but seemed more intent on drinking the wine than finding out about Jake. Nathan topped up Jake’s glass several times, and by nine-thirty, Jake was feeling warm and relaxed. As he sank a little lower in his chair, he felt Nathan’s knee rest against his. Nathan was saying something to Alice about a project he was working on, but as he spoke to his sister, he began to raise and lower his knee, deliberately brushing Jake’s leg.

Jake’s heart began to pound. He was tempted just to go with it, return the pressure and enjoy a moment of secret intimacy with this gorgeous man. But it was too much and way too soon. In some ways, it was a bit insulting.

He’d come here to do a job, after all, not be a sexual plaything. With all the willpower he could muster, Jake stood. Nathan looked at him, surprised.

“I’m going to get an early night,” he said. “It’s been a long day. Thanks for the lovely meal.”

“Sleep well,” said Alice.

“It’s early,” said Nathan, his gaze resting on Jake’s face, imploring him to stay. “And you don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m free too. I could drive you into the nearest village if you like. We can get some lunch. Talk about how the lessons are going to work.”

“That sounds great,” said Jake. “But I will head up. See you both tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jake,” said Nathan, his gaze never faltering.

Jake turned and hurried from the room before he had the chance to change his mind and enjoy a long, drunken evening with Nathan. He had a good idea where an evening like that would lead and he wasn’t ready for it. Although, as he headed for his room, he thought of Nathan’s stunning eyes and muscular body, the man’s black hair and deep voice, and he wasn’t sure how long he could resist if his boss persevered in his seduction.

When he woke a few hours later, Jake was sure he could hear screaming. It was a woman’s voice and she seemed to be calling out a name. It must be Alice, crying out in her sleep. It was a tortured, dismal sound, and even when it stopped, Jake could still hear it in his head as he struggled to get back to sleep.

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Honorary Blogger K. Evan Coles and Brigham Vaughn: Behind The Stick Playlist + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Behind The Stick Playlist

by K. Evan Coles and Brigham Vaughn

Hi! We’re K. Evan Coles and Brigham Vaughn and we’re grateful to be here today with the Blogger Girls to share our latest co-written release, Behind the Stick, The Speakeasy #3.

As music lovers, we often create playlists for our characters as we write. Behind the Stick’s main characters are city dwellers, and it’s easy to imagine them making their way around Manhattan and its boroughs, earbuds in place and tunes cranked. Mixologist and speakeasy owner Kyle McKee is at home on a nightclub dancefloor as well as behind the bar, while firefighter Luka Clarke, who is a lieutenant with the FDNY, inherited a love of music from his big, boisterous family. As they grow close, Kyle and Luka even discover a shared appreciation for swing, something that comes in handy while out one evening with Luka’s family.

Below are some songs from a Behind the Stick playlist. We hope you’ll enjoy them through the YouTube links we’ve provided, and that they entice you to get to know Kyle and Luka, and even love them as we do.

Temple, Simple Symmetry Remix — Paresse, Simple Symmetry

Pretty Little Thing —Fink

Khronos —Oceananvs Orientalis

Falling — Cubicolor, Tim Digby-Bell

Deep Musique, Rampa Remix — Pastaboys, Osunlade, Rampa

Jump Jive An’ Wail — The Brian Setzer Orchestra

Pop Your Balloon — Beastie Boys

Drift – Ben Bohmer Remix

Hawaii — Meiko 

Mind Control — Shulze and Shultze

Tender — Blur

The End Is Just The Beginning — Pryda

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Release Blitz: Love & Tea Bags by C.F. White + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Love & Tea Bags by C.F. White

Fate can be written in a tea bag too.

Mark Johnson is hitting his forties and is stuck in a rut.

He’s had the same boring office job for ten years, with no motivation or inclination to change it. The same crumbling house for ten years, with no cash or know-how to fix it. And the same Facebook status for five years—it’s complicated. It isn’t. He’s single. He just doesn’t want to correct it. That would be admitting defeat.

The day a tea bag splats onto his face whilst he’s emptying the dregs of his morning cuppa at Macy’s Tea Shoppe is the one that makes him question each of his current life choices…the tea bag and that the shop is currently being run by one rather friendly, rather hunky, but rather young Australian named Bradley Summers.

Tea has never tasted so good.

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Third Time’s the Charm by K. Evan Coles: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by K. Evan Coles

Finn was mixing a honey Dijon dressing when his phone chimed on the counter. “That’s probably Mick,” he said. He wiped his hands and declined the call, then punched in the code that unlocked the Primus Avenue gate. “Luke’s dropping Ella off at a friend’s first, so I don’t expect him before six-thirty.”

“Finn, it’s six forty-five.”

Finn went still. “What? How the hell did that happen?” he wondered as his buzzer went off. He headed for the door.

Paul tsked. “You should have slept more. You’ll be dead to the world by dessert if not earlier!”

Sure enough, Finn found Mick and Luke chatting on his doorstep as if they’d become good pals between the gate and Finn’s building. Then Luke looked at Finn, and the way his face lit up sent a dizzy rush through Finn’s whole body.

He waved them in with a grin. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey, Finn.” Mick leaned in for a quick hug and inclined his head toward Luke. “I met this guy outside and glommed on to him.”

“Mick was walking in front of me on Charles Street,” Luke said. “He stopped at the gate and I figured he must be either a friend of yours or an unbelievably friendly mugger.” He held up a white paper bag while the others laughed. “I brought dessert, as requested, in the form of Key Lime Pie Bars.”

“Oh, God, those sound good,” Mick crooned. He held his hands out for the bag. “I’ll take those and go pour us some wine, shall I?”

“You should say hello to your husband while you’re at it!” Paul shouted from the kitchen. Finn clamped his lips together over a laugh as Mick cringed.

“Yes, love, hello!” Mick called back. He managed an epic eye-roll before striding off with the bag and leaving Finn and Luke behind.

“I should warn you that they’re like that all the time,” Finn said. “It’s ninety-nine percent play-acting, though, so don’t take anything seriously.”

“Thanks for the heads-up.” Luke met Finn’s gaze and smiled. “Hey, Doc.”

“Hey.” Finn’s chest seemed to swell as he wrapped Luke up in a hug and closed the remaining distance between them with a kiss. He meant to steal just one, but one became several and soon he had Luke up against the front door and both of them were laughing. Luke brought his hands up to Finn’s face and kissed him so desire zigged up Finn’s spine and turned his knees jelly.

He pressed his forehead to Luke’s with a hum. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for having me.” Luke tilted his head back, and his forehead puckered when Finn opened his eyes again. “You okay?”

Finn opened his mouth to brush the question off but went silent when Luke gently brushed his thumb under Finn’s eye, no doubt tracing the dark smudge of sleeplessness. His touch made Finn sigh.

“I slept for shit last night. I worked a tough shift and never settled. It happens,” he said at Luke’s frown. “You’d think I’d be used to awful shifts by now, right? It’s okay, though. You’re here and we’ll have wine and dinner, not to mention one of my favorite desserts, and all those things will make me feel better.”

“Okay.” Luke dropped another kiss against Finn’s lips. “You let me know how I can help. You can thank Gillian for the dessert recipe, by the way. She passed it on to me along with some secrets for juicing key limes.” He grimaced. “Those little suckers are a bitch to wrangle when you’ve got big hands like mine.”

Finn grinned so wide his face hurt. “I can’t believe you baked for this. Wait ’til Paul hears.”

“Paul already knows because he heard every word you said.” The man himself appeared at the end of the hallway, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “This apartment’s not very big, Finn, and the bricks and hardwood floors make for some truly fantastic acoustics. So how about you stop macking on your boy and introduce me? Mick’s in here about to eat all your bacon, by the way, so the sooner you two get your asses moving, the better.”

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Strokes on a Canvas by H. Lewis-Foster: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by H. Lewis-Foster

“It’s true I was keeping an eye out for Haynes, but you weren’t mistaken. I was looking at you.”

“You were? Why would you be doing that?”

“It’s quite simple, really. I was…”

Milo opened his mouth to continue, but he seemed to have lost the words he’d planned.

“Let me start from the beginning. My name is Milo Halstead, but I imagine you know that after standing so close to myself and Haynes in the pub.” Milo smiled at Evan with no trace of accusation. “What I doubt you’ll know, as not many people do, is that I’m an artist. Or at least I teach art at St. Swithun’s College. I enjoy my work very much, but when I saw you last night, you rekindled my dream of being a professional artist.”

Evan’s eyes widened in confusion, and Milo chuckled.

“I’m not explaining myself very well, am I? The fact is the Royal Academy is running a competition. It’s open to all and I’d love to enter, but I’ve been at a loss for inspiration. Then I saw you last night, and you have such a fascinating, beautiful face, I knew I’d found the subject for my painting. I didn’t dare approach you in the pub, but when I saw you here in the museum, I thought perhaps fate had intervened and it was meant to be.”

Evan knew he should reply, but he was still reeling from Milo’s compliment. He could believe he might find his face fascinating, with its dodgy nose and dimpled chin, but no one had ever called him beautiful before, not even his own mother. In the absence of any reaction from Evan, Milo hesitantly concluded his speech.

“So I was wondering if you might like to sit for me.”

“Sit for you?”

“I mean model for me. Let me paint you. I’d pay you, of course.”

To say Evan was shocked was an understatement.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Halstead, but I couldn’t do that. I’m afraid I’m not the kind of man who takes off his clothes for money. Not even for an artist such as yourself.”

“My dear man, I do apologize.” It was Milo who now looked taken aback. “That’s not what I was suggesting at all. It wouldn’t be that sort of painting. I may ask you to undo your shirt collar, but that’s as much flesh as I would wish you to show.”

Evan was relieved, but he was still astonished by Milo’s proposal.

“Are you sure you want to paint me?”

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Trusting Him by L.M. Somerton: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by L.M. Somerton

They found Rayne, Benjy, Frank, Fergus and Henry gathered around the table in the staff room. A large cardboard box sat in the middle of it and there were strange squeaks coming from inside.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Luke demanded

Skye peered into the box. “Oh! Oh, look, Sir.”

Frustrated that no one was giving him a clear explanation for the chaos, Luke stepped forward. For a moment he couldn’t work out what he was looking at, but gradually he realized that the pile of wriggling fur in the box was a collection of kittens and their mother, an ample tabby with a purr like a traction engine.

“Perhaps someone could explain why there is a box of cats on the table?”

Skye pulled one of the kittens from the box and held it against his chest where it promptly fell asleep. “Where did they come from?” he asked.

“They were left outside the main gate,” Rayne said. “I drove into the village because I had to get my mum’s birthday card into the post and when I got back the box was there. Right in the middle of the road. How could somebody just dump them?”

By this time, all the boys had picked out a kitten to cuddle. The mother cat didn’t seem bothered at all. Probably relieved to get a moment’s peace, Luke thought. I know how she feels.

Skye turned to Luke with pleading eyes. “Can we keep them, Sir?”

Luke found himself the subject of six intense stares. He had the sense to recognize he’d already lost the battle. Thoughts of the sub mafia flashed through his head. “They can stay for the weekend, then we will have to see about finding them new homes. They also need to visit a vet. They can’t be anywhere near the kitchen though. Tor would have me hung like an aging ham.” He surveyed his staff. “You’ll all have to take turns looking after them, and that includes the night shift. I suggest the old chauffeur’s room over the garage would be suitable. It’s well insulated and dry.”

“We can set up a pen so they have some space to play,” Benjy suggested. “And find something cozy for them to sleep in.”

“They’ll need food, a litter tray… I grew up with cats,” Henry said. “If you drive, Rayne, we could get to the nearest pet superstore. The place will be open until eight tonight and there’s a vet on site. I’ll call them and see if we can get an emergency appointment.”

“The kittens aren’t weaned yet,” Rayne said. “They’ve been feeding from their mum, so we won’t need kitten food. I think someone else should come with us. I don’t want any of them getting loose in the car and we don’t have a proper pet carrier.

Luke listened as the planning continued around him. With the decision made that the cats could stay, he had become superfluous to the proceedings. “Frank, for those who are staying in tonight, please order a takeaway from the Happy Garden. You can use The Retreat’s account. I’ll leave you all to it. I have a date with a glass of wine and a few episodes of Luther on the iPlayer. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.” He directed the last comment to Skye who seemed torn between joining him and staying to play with the kittens. He gave the one he was holding a kiss before putting it back in the box.

“Include me in the cat-sitting rota,” Skye said. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Sir?”

“It is.” He was pleased Skye had volunteered. “They’ll be back from the vet’s soon enough,” he said, taking Skye’s hand and leading him from the staff room. “In the meantime, you can pet me instead.”

Skye licked his lips. “Yes please, Sir!”

Luke guessed he retained around ninety-nine percent of Skye’s love. The other percent had gone to a box of wriggling fluff balls.

 

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Hidden Depths by L.M. Brown: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by L.M. Brown

Jake had no idea what to do as everyone craned to see what Doug was shouting about. 

“Mermen?” Bill asked. “Is Kyle in the water already? Good lad.”

Jake doubted he would be so delighted when he discovered Kyle’s custom-made tail was still in the changing room.

Natalie grabbed Jake’s arm and pulled him away from the crowd. “Is it true?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Doug’s just playing along for the show.”

Natalie snorted. “Doug barely pulls his weight at work. I doubt he’d do anything of the sort. Now, tell me the truth.”

Jake gave a small nod. 

“I knewKyle was holding his breath too long for a human when he swam in the tank. He almost beat the world record and he didn’t seem to be struggling at that.”

“Can you help them?” Jake asked. 

“By doing what?” Natalie replied. “This is a great opportunity for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, until now, we’ve had Kyle playing the part of a merman, complete with his fake fins. Now we can show the world real mermen. Imagine how many visitors we’ll have when word gets out.”

Jake glared at the woman he had foolishly trusted with his lovers’ secret. He put it down to his panic and hoped he could repair the damage. “Kyle and Finn are notexhibits in your aquarium.”

“I don’t think you’re seeing the possibilities.”

Jake pushed her aside and ran to the far end of the boat. Thankfully, she didn’t follow. “Medina!” he screamed, hoping she heard him at such a vital moment.

The goddess appeared before him and smiled. “What has you so frantic?”

“Kyle and Finn are exposed.” Jake pointed at the crowd behind him. “You have to do something. Please, can you wipe everyone’s memories or something?”

Medina frowned. “I don’t have that sort of power, not anymore anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before the Atlanteans were banished, I could have done what you ask. I had priests, devoted to me and me alone, and their loyalty fed my powers. Now I am but a shadow of the goddess I used to be.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?”

Medina shook her head and Jake’s heart fell. 

“Wait… There might be one way,” Medina said. “You could become my priest.”

“But Kyle and Finn… I can’t leave them. They need me.”

“Of course they do. Becoming my priest isn’t like your modern kind. You can stay with your lovers and carry on as before. You’ll just be something more than you are now.”

“More?”

“Those powers you struggle to deal with would be amplified,” Medina explained. “And you’ll have to make an offering at one of my temples. A proper offering, not perfume and flowers.”

“What sort of offering?”

“You’ll need to prove you know what love is.”

“That’s all?”

Medina smiled. “It might sound easy, but I think you’ll find it harder than you think. So, Jake, do you accept my offer?”

“And if I do, you’ll be able to undo what’s happened?”

“Faster than you can blink.”

“Then I accept.”

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Serving Him – The Retreat by L.M. Somerton: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by L.M. Somerton

Rowan Stanton held the cream envelope in a trembling hand. The paper was thick and expensive, his name and address handwritten on the front in dark blue ink. The cause of his nerves was the logo on the flap. Though no one else would know it from the logo, Rowan had seen it many times. The letter was from The Underground, an upmarket BDSM club in London. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” He pelted up the stairs to his attic flat—though flat was a bit of an exaggeration for the space beneath the thatch he rented from his aunt. He shut the door, dropped the latch then took a deep breath. His hopes and dreams depended on the content of the envelope and he could hardly bear to open it in case it contained nothing but disappointment. Gripping the precious letter, he scrambled onto his bed, pausing for a moment to admire the perfectly plumped pillows in their smooth cotton cases. He stretched out, taking care not to rumple the pale blue satin eiderdown, and pulled his threadbare teddy to lie next to him. “Well, Bilbo, this is it.” Bilbo wasn’t much of a conversationalist but he was an excellent listener. “Make or break time.” Rowan slipped his finger beneath the envelope’s flap, ripping it open. It contained a single sheet of folded paper and a train ticket.

“You are cordially invited to attend an interview for the post of houseboy at The Retreat. Please find a rail ticket enclosed. All other travel expenses will be refunded on production of receipts.” Rowan’s heart pounded as he read the words aloud. He hugged Bilbo hard before jumping off the bed and dancing him around the room. The short note gave address details, directions to the club from Westminster Underground station, a date and time. “Four days! I only have four days to wait, Bilbo!” He caught sight of his now rumpled bed cover and had to stop to smooth it. He laid Bilbo on the pillow then took a few deep breaths. It was time to get ready for work or he’d be late. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day but it had to be done. If he didn’t get the job at The Retreat, he needed to keep his boss onside. Dealing with the uber-rich clientele at Fordingby Manor Hotel might try his patience on occasion, but he loved being able to help people and the money wasn’t bad.

Excitement bubbled like champagne in Rowan’s veins. He took off his striped pajamas, folded them into a neat pile on his pillow then headed for the bathroom. One of the luxuries he most enjoyed in his flat was the power shower his aunt had had installed for him. The force of the spray made his skin tingle. As he washed, he sang at the top of his voice—he wasn’t the most tuneful singer, but he made up for the lack of harmony with enthusiasm. His rendition of Doing the Loco-Motion wasn’t going to win any prizes but it made him happy. He bopped around the cubicle, as much as the constricted space would allow, until his hip made bruising contact with the tiles and vibration created a cascade of shampoo and gel bottles from the shelf.

“Ow!” A half-full container landed on his toe. At least they’re not glass. Rowan finished rinsing before backing out of the shower. He groped for a towel with one hand whilst rubbing water from his eyes with the other. He had a tendency to be accident prone but nothing was going to burst his bubble that morning. Dancing with a bit more caution got him through the drying process without further mishap. A dollop of product helped tame his hair, though it still managed to exert dominance over his efforts with a few random waves, including one rebellious lock that existed only to fall into his eyes. He discarded the towel in order to take a critical look at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Tilting his head to the side, he gave himself a once-over.

“Not too bad.” He patted his flat stomach, wishing his abs were visible. He twisted, trying to get a view of his arse. The role specification for the post at The Retreat had been very clear. Full or partial nudity would be required. They hadn’t asked for a nude photo with the application, just a head shot, so Rowan hoped they wouldn’t be disappointed by his physique—or lack of it. He didn’t want to miss out on his dream job because he had no money for a gym membership. Working at the hotel kept him trim because he spent most of the day running up and down stairs, fetching and carrying, but it didn’t help build muscle mass. There was nothing he could do about that. Hopefully The Retreat was seeking a short, skinny houseboy with uncontrollable hair.

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Honorary Blogger Sadie Rose Bermingham: If A Picture Paints (80) Thousand Words… + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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If A Picture Paints (80) Thousand Words…

by Sadie Rose Bermingham

A couple of years ago, in between novels, while we were both obsessed with tales of urban fae, ruined buildings and faded industrial environments, Bellora sent me a photograph of a run down looking building that could have existed in any post-industrial city in the western world. The building had been an auto-parts store and the sign out front had been dismantled and graffiti-ed over so that instead of AutoParts, it read Utopia. A less likely utopia, neither of us could imagine.

It sowed the seed of an idea though. Bellora is originally from the Detroit area of Michigan, and it was Detroit that began our fascination with the wrecked and the run-down, the echoes of fading splendour in the magnificent civic buildings of that city, now gone to rack and ruin. Out of that seed grew the story of Demon Familiar. The idea was to create a kind of dystopian, post-fossil fuel Detroit, but given our track record it was never going to be a faithful recreation of a normal human city. We’d both been interested in writing a kind of warped fairytale. The fae in Or d’Roit are living on the edges of society, in a world shared with humans and demons. Magic is a form of currency in our fictional city and our central characters’ lives have both been colored by it.

Malachai is the son of of an English alchemist and an Irish leprechaun baron, the disinherited scion of a very long line of powerful fairy folk. A former racing driver, he finds himself stuck in Or d’Roit once the gas and oil dried up. Mal is employed by Mercurio Geiger, a grouchy gremlin mechanic with a heart of gold, to use his alchemical ability to make valuable and elusive petroleum,

Neil’s father is a notorious demonic sorcerer, who has made his fortune killing other people with magic. When a group of assassins called Bone Men show up at Neil’s home and murder his mother in front of his eyes, Neil is forced to go on the run. With no idea whether the killers were looking for his father or sent for some other reason, he literally has nowhere to turn.

They both wind up in an unlikely Utopia, which just happens to be the name of Mercurio’s chopshop in the decaying downtown area of the city, inspired by that initial photograph. Together with the aid of some unlikely allies, also scraping together their livelihoods in the shells of some of downtown’s formerly magnificent theatres, hotels and stately homes, they make a stand against whoever is hunting for Neil.

As we began to assemble their story, the city itself became a pivotal character for us. We wanted to explore its depths and celebrate its past glories. The ruined buildings become virtual fortresses for those who inhabit them, a protection against the violent, unpredictable world outside. The streets and buildings in Demon Familiar became as important to us as the people. So much so that the city gets its own dedication in this first volume of  the Wanted series. We hope that you enjoy exploring Or d’Roit as much as we enjoyed creating it.

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