‘Old actors never die’ shouldn’t be literally true.
Carrington Loveless III, skim-blood vampire and senior officer of Philly’s paranormal police department, has long suspected that someone’s targeting his squad. The increasingly bizarre and dangerous entities invading their city can’t be a coincidence. So when a walking corpse spouting Oscar Wilde attacks one of his officers, Carrington’s determined to uncover the evil mind behind it all.
As a rare books librarian, Erasmus Graham thought he understood some of the stranger things in life. Sharing a life with Carrington has shown him he didn’t know the half of it. They’ve survived attack books and deadly dust bunnies together and got through mostly unscathed. Now his world and his vampire’s appear ready to collide again. Books are missing from the Rare Book collection—old tomes of magic containing dangerous summonings and necromancy. He’s certain whoever has been stalking the Seventy-Seventh is composing their end game. It’s going to take a consolidated effort from paranormal police, librarians and some not-quite-authorized civilians to head off the impending catastrophe.
About the Author
The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.
Published since 2006, Angel's cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You'll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don't expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.
She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.
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Copyright © Angel Martinez 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
“Did you finish it?” Carrington leaned out of the bathroom into the hall, ruffling his hair dry.
Erasmus poured his second cup of coffee. He was almost awake enough for guessing games. “Finish what, Mr. Cryptic?”
“The Cabal one? I did. Yesterday at lunch.” Erasmus frowned as he checked the fridge and counted blood packets. “Is your shipment coming soon? You’re almost out.”
An offended sniff came from the bedroom—one of actual offense, not the kind where Carr was kidding. “You could have said. I was looking forward to discussing.”
Erasmus choked on a laugh. “Would that have been before you ambushed me with octopus hands when I came through the door or while you were dragging me down onto the carpet because you wanted to be, and I quote, filthy and do it right in the vestibule?”
“We had all evening!”
“You fell asleep.”
Carr strode out of the bedroom, uniform pressed and polished, and Erasmus couldn’t help a soft, lust-filled sigh. He did love the tight fit of that uniform and it both warmed him and frustrated him to get to see Carr in it first thing most mornings. He still hadn’t moved in, though that was a formality at this point. When Carr worked day shift, they stayed at his place where Erasmus could walk to work and when his vampire worked nights, Erasmus went back to his place since their schedules didn’t align at all those days.
“Terribly sorry about that. I guess I was more exhausted than I realized. Inconsiderate purse snatchers running off into the sunlight.”
“Weatherman says clouds all day today.” Erasmus stole a soft kiss. “And at least the days are getting shorter. I did enjoy the book. Didn’t know how to feel about necromancer humor but it was perfect. A very dry kind of funny. We’ll have to pick up the next one. And you didn’t answer the question.”
“Shipment’s scheduled tomorrow. In plenty of time, my dear.” Carrington used the reflective front of the fridge to straighten his already straight tie. “I do wish I could take the day off with you. Maybe I should call in sick.”
“You don’t get sick and if you called in sunstroked, you’d be lying and feel rotten about it all day. You wouldn’t be any fun at all.”
“Damn you and your inevitable good sense.” Carr ruined his sulk with that adorable unsure grin, the one with just a flash of fang. “Will you be here later?”
“I’m not draping myself across your sofa to watch reality TV and languishing until you return.” Erasmus slipped an arm around Carr’s waist and hurried on before the spark of hurt in his vampire’s eyes could catch. “I’ll come back when you’re on your way home. Meeting my moms for lunch. Getting some errands in. I do have a life.”
“You’re a dreadful minion.”
Erasmus put his hands to his cheeks in an exaggerated gasp. “I thought you were the minion.”
Carr threw a balled-up napkin at him, scowling, though his eyes laughed. He grabbed his hat and his insulated lunch bag, swooped in for a kiss that curled Erasmus’s toes, and gave a cheeky salute as he left the condo. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Have a good day! Be safe!”
He said it every time Carr went off to work and every time it gave him a little shiver. Be safe. The wish of every spouse and partner of every police officer who had ever lived and Erasmus knew enough by now to realize it meant I love you, come back to me whole and healthy. Most days, nothing dangerous happened. But it only took one bad day…
Best not to think those things. It only invited trouble.