100 Days – My Favorite Reads 

We’re 100 days into this year, and like I did when we were on day 50, I figured I’d post some of the books I’ve read and enjoyed so far. I’ve been in a reading slump these last few weeks, so I haven’t read as much as I normally do. My total of read books this year is 48, and I was on 30 on day 50, so… 

But some of the MM books I really enjoyed are these! 

Claimings by Lyn Gala 

I had read the first three, but not the fourth, so I decided to reread the first three and then read the last one too. Great books! 

Claimings, Tails and Other Alien Artifacts

Liam loves his life as a linguist and trader on the Rownt homeworld, but he has ignored his heart and sexual needs for years. After escaping the horrors of war, he wants a boring life. He won’t risk letting anyone come too close because he won’t risk letting anyone see his deeply submissive nature. For him, submission comes with pain. Life burned that lesson into his soul from a young age.

This fear keeps him from noticing that the Rownt trader Ondry cares for him. Ondry may not understand humans, but he recognizes a wounded soul, and his need to protect Liam is quickly outpacing his common sense. They may have laws, culture, and incompatible genitalia in their way, but Ondry knows that he can find a way to overcome all that if he can just overcome the ghosts of Liam’s past. Only then can he take possession of a man he has grown to respect.

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Assimilation, Love, and other human oddities

Ondry and Liam have settled into a good life, but their trading is still tied up with humans, and humans are always messy. When political changes at the human base lead Ondry to attempt a difficult trade, the pair find themselves entangled in human affairs. Liam wants to help the people he left and the worlds being torn apart. He also wants to serve Ondry with not only the pleasures of the nest but also by bringing human profits.

Ondry has no hope of understanding human psychology in general, he only knows that he will hold onto his palteia with the last breath in his body, and he’d like to keep his status and his wealth too. Unfortunately, new humans bring new conflicts and he is not sure how to protect Liam. He does know one thing that humans seem to constantly forget—that the peaceful Rownt are predators and when their families are threatened, Rownt become deadly killers. Liam is his family, and Ondry will protect him with his last breath… assuming that he can recognize the dangers in time to do so.

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Affiliations, Aliens and Other Profitable Pursuits

A desire for status has brought Ondry and Liam to a human world to trade, but dealing with humans has brought up all the old pain in Liam’s heart. Even though Ondry would do anything to protect his beloved palteia, he doesn’t know how to protect Liam from himself. Worse, Ondry isn’t sure how to shield Liam from the shifting politics on the Rownt ship where the Calti Grandmothers are nothing like the ones they left behind on the planet.

With everything in their lives changing, Ondry and Liam have only each other. If Ondry can’t find a way to defend Liam from the ghosts of the past and overcome the impossibly short life span of a human, their small family might be over long before either of them is ready to let go. Ondry has always been a dominant and possessive Rownt, and with Liam in danger, those traits are necessary as he challenges the world to protect his lover.

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Tuk-Palteia Liam has survived the front lines of a civil war and a return visit to his home planet, but now he has to face the ultimate obstacle. Stubborn lovers.

As long as Liam and Ondry have the same goals—the pursuit of profits and status—they are the perfect partnership.  But now Ondry wants to protect his palteia at any cost, even if it costs him his newly won rank. Liam hates the idea of Ondry sacrificing for him, and he is not going to allow Ondry to lose status under any circumstances.  Add in the Imshee, a predatory companion animal, a new human, and an obstinate Grandmother, and Liam has the recipe for a serious headache. Despite what Ondry believes, not all problems can be solved with a good trade, a tail or a flash of tooth. This time, Liam and Ondry are going to need to find a compromise.

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Green Glass Beads by Josh Lanyon  

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen this book, but I was looking for something quick and easy, and found this as an audiobook. I really enjoyed it! 

NATO’s Irregulars Affairs Division is a secret organization operating in thousands of cities around the globe. Its agents police relations between the earthly realm and those beyond this world, protecting us from terrible dangers as well as enthralling temptations. These agents—Irregulars, as they are known to the few who know them at all—are drawn to the work for their own reasons and close cases in their own unique ways…While searching for some lost family heirlooms, half-human, half-fae Archer Green must play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Commander Rake, the new and mysterious head of the Vancouver branch of the Irregulars Division. As the humans say, All’s fair in love and war…

 

The Art of Murder by Josh Lanyon 

After having read Green Glass Beads, I figured I could do with some more Lanyon. I read The Mermaid Murders when it was new, but never continued the series despite liking it. So I reread the mermaids and then read The Monet Murders. I enjoyed them a lot. 

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Special Agent Jason West is seconded from the FBI Art Crime Team to temporarily partner with disgraced, legendary “manhunter” Sam Kennedy when it appears that Kennedy’s most famous case, the capture and conviction of a serial killer known as The Huntsman, may actually have been a disastrous failure.

The Huntsman is still out there…and the killing has begun again.

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All those late night conversations when Sam had maybe a drink too many or Jason was half falling asleep. All those playful, provocative comments about what they’d do when they finally met up again.
Well, here they were.


The last thing Jason West, an ambitious young FBI Special Agent with the Art Crimes Team, wants–or needs–is his uncertain and unacknowledged romantic relationship with irascible legendary Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief Sam Kennedy.

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Star Shipped by Cat Sebastian 

Okay, if we’re picking favorites, this was mine for the last fifty days. Awesome! 

Simon and Charlie, actors on a long-running sci-fi show, can’t stand one another. Charlie is impetuous, outgoing, and basically feral, and Simon thinks he should have stayed in reality television where he belongs. They’ve spent the better part of a decade quarreling over the spotlight and pretty much everything else, and everybody in the industry knows it. Now that Simon’s contract is finally done, he can move to New York, start fresh with work he actually likes, and get away from Charlie.

Simon’s only problem is that people might assume he’s been pushed off the show due to being impossible to work with. And he is kind of difficult to work with. He doesn’t get along with people—unlike Charlie, who somehow tricked everyone on the show into adoring him despite some outrageously bad on-set behavior during the show’s first season. Simon would rather never have to see Charlie again, but reluctantly agrees to stage a very public friendship during the short time before he moves. When Charlie has to leave town to deal with a family emergency, this means Simon comes along. Their road trip brings Simon to places he would never have willingly chosen to visit—and he finds he’s actually not having a terrible time.

The more he gets to know Charlie, the more Simon suspects he’s underestimated his former coworker. Simon also realizes that after seven years, Charlie might know him better than anyone ever has. Even stranger, Charlie seems to be starting to actually like him, despite knowing him so well. Still, Simon is about to move three thousand miles away, so whatever’s starting between him and Charlie can’t really amount to anything… right?

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Realms of Love by Sheena Jolie 

I don’t know if it should be by Sheena Jolie or S.J. Himes. I see these books listed under different names on different sites. Either way, I enjoyed them! 

Rescued from slavers, healer novice Jaime Buchanan finds himself alone and free in Pyrderi, a kingdom of magic, mythical creatures, and a culture as open and kind as his homeland was cruel and close-minded. Despite his rescue, Jaime is not left without scars, both mental and physical. Traumatized by his experience and hiding his gift, Jaime struggles to earn his place in the kitchens of Angharad Palace, the heart of Taliesin City. His former life as a student of the healing arts leaves him at a disadvantage in the kitchens, and his damaged state is becoming more apparent by the day.

One day, when necessity and fate intervene, Jaime meets someone unexpected—Prince Maxim, the youngest son of the Pyrderian king, a sword master, and a devastatingly kind man. Unaccustomed to powerful people with compassion and heart, Jaime flees. A cascade of events reveals Jaime’s hidden talents of healing, and he finds himself not in chains, but at the beginning of a new life. This swift change of fortune opens Jaime up to new possibilities, including a smitten prince who cautiously courts Jaime, easing him away from his fears and reminding him that compassion and love can make him strong.

The winter solstice is quickly approaching, and Prince Maxim shows Jaime the enjoyment and excitement to be found in a land that embraces the ice and cold, and the mysteries of all things magical. He learns to see the man under the royal mantle, and Maxim is more than even Jaime suspected. The winter solstice is nigh when tragedy strikes, and Jaime learns that his past of grief and sorrow can be a pillar of strength for his solstice prince. If there is one thing that Jaime believes above all else, it is in the healing power of love.

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The countries of Eistrea and Hellebore were once one land, torn asunder by a brutal war. A thousand years later, the Hellebore Empire and the Kingdom of Eistrea foster peace along the shared borders of the massive river Adracias, united by faith in a mysterious river god and an ancient treaty signed in blood and magic.

Prince Elia of Eistrea is the youngest of four and is hated by siblings and royal parent alike. Outcast for being different in more ways than one, Elia suffers through abuse and scorn without much hope for a better life. Gifted with magic that leaves him hated by his father, Elia is waiting for the day he’s tossed aside like trash and left to die, or married off to a cold-hearted stranger after political power.

The festival of Adracias approaches, and the Hellebore Empire has sent their ambassador to Eistrea, guarded by a squadron of the infamous Hellions, the best warriors in Hellebore. One of their numbers is Sir Merrick, a kind, gentle warrior who notices Elia and treats him as if he were precious. Despite knowing better, Elia falls in love with the Hellion guard. Elia dreams of a day he can call a man like Sir Merrick his love, and yearns for the impossible.

Yet Sir Merrick has a secret, one even bigger than the magic abilities Elia keeps hidden from the realm under the threat of violence. When Elia learns the truth hidden in plain sight, the potential for war on a scale never seen before erupts between the two lands. Tensions rise and swords are drawn, and then Elia is offered a chance to both achieve his heart’s most secret desire and preserve a thousand-year-old peace.

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Blood Omen by Sheena Jolie 

Since I enjoyed Realms of Love and wanted something short my poor brain could cope with, I picked up Blood Omen. I’m unsure which series it belongs to. It too is listed under different names. It was fine to read as a standalone, though I think I’ve read something related to this world at some point. There were things I recognized. 

Set in the Infinite Arcana Universe, BLOOD OMEN is a fascinating peek into the wider world of the Beacon Hill Sorcerer by SJ Himes….

Remi has been doing the same job for the last two thousand years: specialist courier of valuable magical objects and sensitive information. Sent on a mission to get a powerful talisman to the City Master of the Boston Bloodclan, Remi ends up with an unexpected complication: Celyn, a beautiful fae college student who was in the right place at the wrong time.
Celyn was instantly attracted to the sexy vampire when they met by chance at a pub. Thinking he was about to experience the best hook-up of his life, Celyn never expected to end up running across the streets of Budapest with Remi while the High Council of Sorcery was trying to kill them.
Dodging spells and holing up in secret lairs, Remi and Celyn find something even rarer than the object Remi carries: a chance at true love.

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The Whims of Gods by Mell R. Bright 

I know I declared Star Shipped as my favorite, but this too was awesome! I’ve owned it for ages but haven’t read it. Now I have, and I don’t regret it! 

A Howl’s Moving Castle-inspired Science Fantasy M/M Monster Romance set in a post-apocalyptic world with giant monsters.

Helios has a knack for survival. All he has ever known is the world after the Rise. He’s the product of a ruthless new era. Humanity has been brought down by the old gods who walk the Earth once again. But on the day he’s about to be sold into slavery after being captured with a group of nomads, survival comes in the form of a mutant. His savior, Griffin, agrees to take him on board his vessel, the Beetle. The Beetle is a never-before-seen six-legged machine inhabited by a bad-tempered AI.

Helios, seduced by the prospect of doing more than just surviving, will do everything in his power to hold on to this new life. And if staying on the Beetle means spending time with the Devil of the Wastes, so be it.

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Guest Post | House of Horrors by Holly Day

I’m here as Holly today! The House of Horrors box set is now out! It contains Rufus the Dead, The Death God, and To Kill a Ghost. 

For the first 90 days, it will be available through KU. After that, it’ll be released wide. So, if you’re in KU… 

These are paranormal romance stories about two vampires who escape their crazy coven leader. As part of the escape, they happen to steal a bunch of psychics held captive by some bad guys. One of the vampires bought a fixer-upper castle where they all will live while trying to take down the house of horrors, where the psychics were held captive. 

I really like this world, and one day, I might write stories about the neighboring werewolf pack that helps at times. We’ll see. Below you can read the first chapter of Rufus the Dead. 

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Rufus and Gregory never meant to steal a bunch of psychics and form a coven with them. 

Read the entire House of Horrors trilogy in one go! Vampires live in covens, but when Rufus and Gregory learn there are psychics kept locked up in an underground facility, they want out. They kidnap some of them and buy a decrepit castle to start a new life, but the psychics won’t give up until all their friends are freed from the house of horrors. 

Contains the stories: 

Rufus the Dead: Rufus will do anything not to remain staked in a coffin, including stealing a psychic and forming a blood bond with him at his coven leader’s demand. Jaki can’t foresee anything other than weather, and the coven leader is demanding he use his skills to find someone, or she’ll put Rufus back in the coffin. How will Jaki be able to find anyone when all he can see is the weather? 

The Death God: Vampires don’t share their blood willingly since it creates a partial mate bond with the person drinking it, but Thanatos would’ve died if Gregory hadn’t intervened. Thanatos never asked anyone to save his life. It’s not his fault Gregory is trapped in a partial mate bond, but he is grateful. So when Gregory asks him to be his fake boyfriend for a weekend, he can’t say no, can he?   

To Kill a Ghost: Arawn Sage has a ghost problem. The warden of the facility where he once was held captive has come back to haunt him, and Arawn has no idea what to do about it. There is no way to escape a ghost, or that’s what he’s always believed, at least. One accidental collision with a vampire shows otherwise, but he can’t walk around touching vampires, can he? 

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Gay Paranormal Romance: 159,490 words

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Chapter 1

Jaki Sage looked at the bare white walls. His heart was thudding uncomfortably in his chest, and he had a bad feeling. 

“So, a vampire?” Minerva, his roommate, looked at him from her cot. Her last name was also Sage, but they weren’t related. He didn’t think so, at least. They looked nothing alike, and everyone in this wing of the house of horrors was named Sage. 

“It was what the warden said.” He’d taken Jaki aside and informed him there had been a last-minute booking of his services, and the person coming was a vampire. They rarely had vampires here. Jaki had never met one. The reason the warden had told him before it was time to go was to frighten him, but the warden didn’t make idle threats. He didn’t have to. Minerva and Jaki hadn’t named the facility the house of horrors for nothing. There was no point in lying, since many of those living here would be able to pick up on the lies. 

“Lucky you. They’re super-hot. All that raw sex appeal, and they’re freakishly strong.” Neither of them cared about sex appeal, so this was her attempt to distract him. She gave him a weak smile, then winced as her already split lip started seeping again. The last customer couldn’t have liked her prediction. 

Jaki would most likely look about the same way when he got back. He couldn’t predict the future, which was why people came here. They paid the warden crazy amounts of money to get answers to questions, and Jaki couldn’t give answers. 

“Yeah, a good chance of getting killed, right? Displease a vampire.” A knot grew in his belly. The warden didn’t normally invite vampires to the facility. Maybe he was afraid they’d kill his precious seers. Not precious as in something he cherished, but precious as in worth a lot of money. That must be why he gave Jaki to the vampire. He wasn’t worth nearly as much as the others. 

She huffed. “They could snap you like a twig, but I don’t think they’d kill the merchandise. Too pricey.” She was quiet for a few seconds. “Is it a private session?” 

Sometimes, depending on how wealthy the client was, they could be left alone in a room with the seer. The official reason was that no one other than the client would hear the prediction, but that was only part of it. The other was that the facility was moonlighting as a brothel. 

“I don’t know.” Nausea built inside. Private sessions weren’t good. Both because people, for some reason, believed all psychics were women, and because Jaki was neither a psychic nor a woman. It often left the client disappointed, and… yeah… It was better not to worry about it until it happened. 

There were a few other men in here. Prophecy and Thanatos had the room next to Minerva’s and his, but he seldom saw them anywhere other than in the canteen. He only ever spoke to Minerva. 

She looked at him for a long time before holding out her hand. He hesitated. They never touched, but the poor thing had seen better days. Glancing out into the corridor through the window in the door to make sure no guard was watching them, he stepped closer and gently took her hand in his. 

The moment he did, her eyes turned white. Irises and pupils disappeared, and she spoke in a hollow voice. “You must leave with him.” 

“What?” 

“Rufus the Dead.” 

Oh, goodie. “Why?” 

“You will die.” 

Sweat threatened to break out on his skin. Fuck. He didn’t want to die. He might say he did, but if it’d been true, he’d have ended himself a long time ago. No one spent their entire life locked up in a horrid facility without trying to kill themselves if they truly wanted to die. “I’ll die if I stay?” 

Between one blink and the next, her hazel eyes were back in place. 

“What the fuck, Minerva!” She was capable of one prediction a day, as were most seers, which meant she hadn’t made one between the time she’d left the room this morning and now, but she’d gotten beaten half to death. Which meant a guard must’ve done the beating. They wore gloves to prevent unwelcome triggers. Had the client beaten her, it would’ve forced her into a prediction. Granted there was skin contact, of course. 

“Did you save your prediction for me?” He was a mix of furious and worried. He never wanted her to get in trouble for him. 

“Prophecy told me to.” 

Of all the stupid names of the people living here, Prophecy had the stupidest one. Not his fault since they didn’t get to pick their names, but the stupid name combined with him always sucking up to the warden and the others working here made Jaki want to hit him. Stupid fucker. 

“You took a beating because of something Prophecy said?” 

“Was it worth it?” She grinned, then winced and dabbed at her lip again. 

“I don’t know. You tell me!” He hadn’t meant to snap, but damn. 

“What did I say?” 

“You said I must leave with Rufus the Dead, and that I will die.” 

“That you will die if you go, or you’ll die if you stay?” 

“You never said.” 

“What? It seems like an important question to answer.” 

Jaki snorted. “It was short. You said: You must leave with him. I think I replied with something smart, like what?” He gave her a quick smile because damn, he’d been around seers long enough to know not to waste time on stupid questions. “And you said Rufus the Dead. I asked why, and you told me I’ll die.” 

“You will die? With emphasis on will?” She frowned. 

“Yeah. I tried to get you to answer if I’d die if I stayed, but you woke up before you could answer.” 

“Way too short. No wonder the warden is displeased with me if that’s what my predictions are like these days.” She changed position and grimaced. “It can’t be what Prophecy wanted you to hear.” 

“Since when do you talk to Prophecy?” 

“He offered me his Snack Pack in the canteen, claimed he didn’t like chocolate pudding.” 

“Huh, always knew he was insane.” They got dessert once a week and only an idiot would pass it up. 

“Yeah, I think he lied to have a reason to talk to me. He looked pale, and there were tiny drops of sweat forming on his upper lip. I believed he was sick, but maybe he was having a vision. He can remember them, you know. He doesn’t need to speak while he’s having them.” Jaki had heard about it, but he did not care. 

“He can do it without touching. It’s much harder for him, and touch still triggers a prediction, but he could be alone in his room and still make a prediction. So cool.” 

He didn’t like the admiration in her voice. Prophecy was an idiot. Sure, he was good at what he did, good enough for Jaki to hear the whispers despite paying little attention to the others’ skills in this place. Jaki wasn’t measuring up; it was all he needed to know. The others saw visions or did what Minerva did. All he could do was tell people what the weather had been like on specific days. A useless skill, and he was surprised the warden hadn’t gotten rid of him a long time ago. Maybe it was what he was planning to do now, by giving him to a vampire. 

The door rattled, and Jaki jumped away from Minerva. Touch wasn’t allowed since most were triggered by it—like Minerva. She had to touch the one she was giving a reading. 

One of the big burly guards filled the doorway. “Time to go.” He glared at Jaki. 

Jaki sent a pleading glance at Minerva. He didn’t want to go. Nothing good ever happened when he was with a client. 

“It’ll be fine.” She nodded at him. 

“You said I’ll die.” 

“Raw sex appeal.” 

“Yeah, Rufus the Dead sounds sexy as hell.” 

She laughed but it ebbed into a hiss, and the last thing Jaki saw as he left the room was her clutching her side. 

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Jaki’s steps echoed in the deserted corridor. The beige linoleum floor matched with the white wall gave him the creeps. He’d never seen anything else. Not anything he could remember, at least. He wasn’t born here, so he must’ve seen a real home at some point. 

They were moved frequently, a few times a year, but the buildings they were taken to always looked the same. He didn’t know how many different locations they’d been in, but he suspected they were underground since there were no windows anywhere, and his senses were crippled. He’d tried to explain it to Minerva once. It was as if he wasn’t supposed to be buried, he had to be in the weather. Being kept from it clipped his wings. 

On moving day, the guards would walk around at night and give them a sedative, and then the next time they woke, they were in a different place. Sometimes the room was a mirror image of the previous one, sometimes not, but he was always placed with Minerva, for which he was glad. If the warden knew how much Minerva meant to him, he’d use her against him. But many psychics couldn’t handle change well, so they seldom split roommates up. 

The guard stopped in front of a gray, windowless door. “One hour.” 

“What?” 

“Private session. One hour.” 

Fuck. One hour? Predictions lasted no more than a few seconds, a couple of minutes if the client booked someone good, which Jaki was not. “What should I do for an hour?” 

The guard gave him a blank stare. “Whatever he tells you to do.” 

He. Great. It was almost always a he, so no surprise there. But the hes coming here almost always expected a young pretty girl to step through the door, and Jaki wasn’t young, he wasn’t pretty, and he wasn’t a girl. 

With a deep breath, he pushed open the door. 

Inside sat a badly scarred man with long copper hair that hung in matted tresses, and Jaki did his best to suppress a shudder. Raw sex appeal? Minerva must’ve hit her head—or had someone hit her head for her. The man looked like a monster in severe need of a shower and a haircut. 

“One hour.” The guard closed the door, and the sound of the lock sliding into place filled the air. Fuck. Jaki’s pulse sped up, and fear urged him to try to claw his way out of the room. 

Seconds ticked by as he stared into the guy’s eyes while he stared back. 

“You’re the seer?” 

“Not really.” 

“I paid to see a seer.” His lips looked hard. Maybe it was the scars making them look as if they were trapped in a permanent sneer, but Jaki couldn’t look away. 

He filled his lungs as he tried to make up his mind about how to play this. Should he be pliant and accommodating, or should he try to get the beating over with as soon as possible? If he provoked him into hitting him, he could go back to his room, and he and Minerva could nurse their injuries together. “Dude, you paid for an hour. Which means you paid for a whore.” 

The man blinked at him, then sharp teeth made an appearance. “I paid for a meal.” 

Crap. 

“A meal?” Jaki did his best to ignore the way his voice cracked. Vampire. Had he forgotten the guy was a vampire? Must have. Provoking a vampire couldn’t be smart in any scenario. 

“I paid for a prediction and a feeding.” The scars made him look sinister, perhaps more so than he’d intended. Jaki wouldn’t bet on it, though. 

How bad could being bitten be? Pretty bad. “Will it hurt?” 

“Yes.” His eyes were cold. Not great, but better than if they’d been filled with lust. Jaki didn’t want people touching him. He’d never been vampire snack before, but it could hardly be worse than being a vampire whore, right? And it didn’t look like Mr. No-Sex-Appeal-Whatsoever was looking for a fuck. Small blessings. 

“Okay, you want to ask your question first or do the munching first?” 

The man’s eyes widened a fraction. “You said you weren’t a seer.” 

Jaki held up his hands. “Atmokinesis. I can’t speak a prophecy. I can’t predict the future.” 

The man didn’t move, didn’t breathe, which was unnerving. “Atmo… what does it mean?” 

Yup, it was a crappy skill or real atmokinesis would’ve been cool, but Jaki couldn’t control the weather. “What’s your name?” If someone was going to eat him, he’d like to know the name. 

“Rufus.” 

“Rufus the Dead.” 

If he believed the man had been still before, it was nothing compared to what he was now, and Jaki’s heart blocked his throat. Damn his stupid mouth. 

“How did you know?” Something deadly crept into Rufus’ eyes, and Jaki fought the urge to fling himself at the door. It was locked, so it would be of no use. 

“I didn’t.” 

“Few know that name. How did you?” He took a step forward, and Jaki took one back. 

“I didn’t. Minerva, my roommate, said I was to go with Rufus the Dead. She’s a seer for real.” 

Fangs peeked out from underneath Rufus’ upper lip, and despite telling himself to look away, Jaki couldn’t. 

“Then I want her.” 

“Yeah… She’s out of commission.” Since she’d used her prediction on him. 

“I don’t care. I want her.” 

Jaki gestured at the door. “You have to take it up with the warden.” 

“And he’ll give me someone else?” 

Rufus looked at him as if it was something he should be able to predict. It was, but not thanks to psychic powers. “My guess is nope.” He popped the p. 

“Your guess?” 

“Look, I do atmokinesis. I can’t tell you what the warden will do.” Though he could bet an arm Rufus was stuck with him for the night—or the hour at least. 

“I paid for blood and prophecies, not… atmo-shit.” The snarl was impressive, and Jaki nodded in an attempt to placate him. 

“Okay, ask the warden.” 

Rufus narrowed his eyes. “But the answer will be no.” 

“Yeah. He’ll say no.” 

“You know or you’re guessing?” 

“He never lets anyone exchange the psychic they’re with. If he agreed to swap out the merchandise if someone was displeased, then he wouldn’t make any money off me, would he?” Jaki tried for a smile, which Rufus ignored. 

Instead, he walked over to the door and banged on it. Jaki took in the long, black overcoat and black Doc Martens boots and almost snorted. It didn’t help that he was massive and wore a white ruffle shirt underneath the unbuttoned coat with a hole over his heart which was soiled by what looked like dried blood. Fuck, had he been staked or was he coming directly from a dress-up party? 

The guard opened the door a couple of seconds later, which meant he had to have been standing right outside, listening to them. Pervert. 

Guest Post | The Fourth Wall

Hiya! I’m here as Holly today. The Fourth Wall is out!!! 

The day we’re celebrating is Popcorn Lover’s Day, and this is a contemporary short story. 

If you’re in the mood for light and silly, then check this out. I was having a lot of fun writing it, and it’s a bit… well. Darcy and his best friend, Etta, love the theater. The problem is they can’t afford any tickets, so instead they bring a big bowl of popcorn and watch the drama their neighbors bring to the curb. 

The problem with being in the audience is that you aren’t supposed to interact with the actors, but when Theodore, Darcy’s hot neighbor, takes the scene, Darcy has a hard time keeping his excitement in check. 

Read the first chapter below! 

The Fourth Wall

The problem with being in the audience is you aren’t supposed to interact with the actors. 
 
Darcy Hudson loves theatre. Or maybe love is too strong a word, but he certainly appreciates the drama unfolding outside his apartment building. He and his best friend take turns bringing the popcorn to the curb performance. 
 
Theodore Galanis, his hot neighbor, has an ongoing conflict with their equally hot, but evil, landlord. The entertainment value is high, but most of all, Darcy wants to rescue Theodore from the Greek tragedy he’s trapped in and claim Theodore for himself. And maybe he will, after the next bowl of popcorn.  

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Chapter 1

Darcy Hudson rushed down one flight of stairs, balancing the bowl of popcorn in one hand while throwing a folded blanket over his shoulder. When he came to the floor below, he rushed past the first door to his right before slapping his palm on the second. 

Not a sound. 

He banged again, more insistently this time. 

The door was yanked open from underneath his hand. 

What?” Etta—not Etta James but almost as awesome—glared at him. Her dark eyes squinting, her teal hair a tumbly mess, and there were dark smudges underneath her eyes. Ooops! 

You didn’t answer your phone. I have popcorn.” He held out the bowl to her. 

Etta was the first friend he’d made after moving here, and he believed she might be the best one he’d ever had. Sadly, she was a bartender who worked late nights, and he was an early-to-rise, early-to-bed kind of person. 

He often forgot not everyone was. 

What are you doing here?” She yawned as she rubbed her sternum, and he noticed she wore gray cotton pajamas with elephants on them. Cute. 

It’s started. I made popcorn, but I don’t think we can delay any longer, or we’ll miss the entire show.” He shoved the bowl at her, and when she took it, he reached past her and grabbed her coat. As he draped it over her shoulders, she stared at him. 

What’s started?” 

She clearly wasn’t awake enough to think. He reclaimed the bowl, curled his arm around it, grabbed her hand in his other, and dragged her out of the apartment. 

It’s a morning show today.” 

Darcy, for fuck’s sake. We don’t do morning shows, don’t they know?” 

Come on. We’re late.” But she was right. They never did morning shows. He wondered why they made an exception today. 

She grumbled but allowed him to drag her down the next flight of stairs into the foyer of the building. There were black, slightly scarred mailboxes along one wall, a bench along another, and someone—Mrs. Carell, he believed—had placed a few pots with large Swiss Cheese plants to try to conceal the hideous orange walls. 

Darcy wished Mr. Doukas, the owner, would repaint. Maybe he was waiting for the orange and brown nightmare of the seventies to come back in style—it most likely would soon. Shudder. 

It would’ve been so much nicer with a calming blue or if they truly were waiting for the seventies to reappear, why not brown? Brown walls could be lovely with some lighting and the right decor. 

Fuck, the floor is cold.” 

He looked down at Etta’s bare feet, took in the black and silver of her toenails, and winced. “Sorry, I forgot to demand shoes.” It couldn’t be helped. “Nice nails.” 

She nodded and yawned again. 

Here. Hold.” He held out the bowl. “Don’t spill.” Then he hefted her up into his arms, bridal style. Luckily, she was small because he wasn’t the strongest man around. 

He moved toward the door release button. “Open it.” She pressed it with her foot, and they stepped out into the March morning sun. It was a beautiful but cold day. 

He hurried over to an old wooden bench and stilled. Fuck. He didn’t want to put her down. Bare feet on cold ground. “Can you grab the blanket?” 

Etta stared at him. “What?” 

He shrugged his shoulders as the raised voices from a few feet away grew louder. “The blanket. I don’t want my ass cheeks to get stuck to the bench.” 

She frowned. “How would they get stuck?” 

You know how your mama told you not to lick things when it was freezing outside because your tongue would stick to the metal?” 

She stared at him for several long seconds, and they didn’t have seconds to waste. 

Come on.” 

Put me down.” She wiggled, and since she was growing heavier by the nanosecond, he did. She held the popcorn, he put the blanket on the bench for them to sit on, and she tucked her bare feet under her. 

Darcy took a handful of popcorn and shoved them into his mouth at the exact moment Theodore Galanis, his across-the-hall neighbor, glared at him. He moaned but kept on chewing. 

Theodore’s dark, wavy hair shone in the sun, his brown eyes shot daggers, and his jaw was set. 

Etta ate some popcorn, too. “You know, I don’t think it’s normal for mothers to have to tell their kids not to lick things when it’s freezing outside. And I don’t want to think about how you took it to mean your ass would get stuck to a cold bench. It’s the saliva freezing making you stick, right? So… how wet is your ass?” 

Darcy ignored her comment about his ass. “It’s normal. My mother told me all the time.” 

Uh-huh.” She held her breath as Mr. Doukas waved and shouted something in Greek. Theodore scowled in reply, and Darcy sighed. He preferred it when they shouted at each other in English, so he could understand what they said, but Greek was nice too. 

How old were you?” 

Thirty-four.” 

She threw popcorn at him. “Were. How old were you, not how old are you.” 

Darcy tore his eyes away from the spectacle and focused on Etta for a second. “When?” 

When your mom told you not to lick things. Since you remember it, you must’ve been pretty old.” 

He frowned. “I don’t know.” 

Because I get how you might need to tell a three-year-old not to lick lamp posts or whatever when it’s freezing cold outside. Maybe. I mean, I can see it happening, but you don’t remember much from when you’re three, which makes me believe you were older.” 

You lying, cheating son of a bitch!” 

Etta’s eyes widened, and they both turned to see Theodore take a step closer to Mr. Doukas; hands fisted at his sides and murder in his eyes. 

Oh, I think there is more history here than we believed.” Darcy ate another handful of popcorn. 

Hmm.” Etta reached into the bowl too. 

Mr. A. Doukas moved in two months ago. He’d owned the building for far longer, but Darcy hadn’t seen him before he moved in. He’d pictured him as an old, grumpy man, but A. Doukas was in his late thirties to early forties, immaculately dressed, and beautiful with the warm colors of someone from the Mediterranean. 

Theodore had the same colors, but he was bigger, broader, wore jeans and a black leather jacket, and made Darcy salivate. 

When Darcy first came to look at the apartment he now lived in, a stunning woman with olive skin, long brown, almost black hair, and hazel eyes had shown him around and accepted the contract when he signed it. He’d assumed she was Mrs. Doukas. Had imagined a dirty old man corrupting the young, unassuming beauty. 

Maybe she was Mrs. Doukas, but the narrative had changed. She might have married for love. 

You think he cheated on his wife, got caught, and when she kicked him out, he had to move in here?” He pushed more popcorn into his mouth. 

Maybe Mrs. Doukas is Theodore’s sister.” 

Darcy nodded. “Would explain the hurt feelings.” 

He’d never seen Theodore smile. They lived on the same floor. Theodore had already been there when Darcy moved in two years ago, and every time he met him on the stairs, he beamed at him, said hello, or wished him a lovely evening, or whatever suited the situation, and at the most, he got a grunt in reply. 

It was fine. Theodore could grunt at him all day long, and he’d still swoon. A Greek god in the flesh. 

Move your fucking car!” Mr. Doukas gestured wildly, and Darcy sighed. This was how their arguing most often ended. Theodore parked his car in front of the apartment building. There was no parking lot there, but there was no sign saying you couldn’t park either, and he wasn’t blocking the entrance. Then Mr. Doukas would come storming out and yell at him to move the car. 

They’d shout, exchange insults in both English and Greek, then it ended with Theodore getting into his car, revving the engine, and driving off with squealing tires. 

What does the A stand for?” He reached for more popcorn, not taking his eyes off Theodore. 

Huh?” 

On Mr. Doukas’ mailbox. It says A. Doukas. Adonis?” 

She huffed. “Andreas.” 

Nah, I think it’s Adonis.” It fit him better. He could sense Etta’s eyes on him, so he tore his gaze away from the entertainment. 

I believed we were here to drool over Theodore.” 

We are, but you can’t tell me Adonis isn’t hot.” 

She scrunched her nose. “He’s not your type. Too vain.” 

You think?” He slid his gaze over Adonis. His hair was perfectly styled, there wasn’t a wrinkle in sight, his clean-shaven face looked well moisturized, and his eyebrows were flawless. 

Hmm, maybe Etta was right. 

She smirked. “He’s too clean to get down and dirty.” 

Theodore snarled something in Greek and yanked open the car door. 

Oh no, it’s a tragedy this time too.” Darcy reached into the popcorn bowl and realized it was almost empty. 

Always is. Should we applaud?” 

The sound of Theodore slamming the door shut and the engine coming to life reached them. “Next time. We need to be faster. Theodore wouldn’t hear the applause now.” 

Adonis gave Theodore’s car the finger as he sped off, and Etta laughed. “Oh, this was worth waking up for. A bit more fiery than usual.” 

The glare Adonis sent them as he stomped inside was Oscar-worthy. 

He really takes his role seriously.” Darcy sighed dreamily as the door slid shut behind him. 

Etta’s laugh was a little louder than it needed to be, but he got up, offered his back in a piggyback invitation, and grunted when she hopped on board.