A Wish Too Far is out!
Jan. 15th, 2011 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jl_merrowHurrah! My third story featuring sexy little demon Rael and his law-enforcing lover Lars is now available from Torquere!
Here be the blurb:
Male succubus Rael and his lawman lover Lars from A Blast from the Past are back!
There's a new drug on the streets called Wishes, little pink pills that bring you your heart's desire – but in a way that'll rival your worst nightmares. Lars Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle of the Paranormal Enforcement Agency aren't pleased to be ordered to work on the case with two of their most hated colleagues.
Arriving home one night to find Rael's been summoning another demon, a jealous Lars is even less happy. But Rael thinks he knows who's supplying the drugs, and he's determined to get to his old friend Shax before the law can.
We have some new characters in this one: apart from our mysterious villain (heh!) we have a couple of colleagues of Lars and Rochelle: Dee and Dumont. Here's a little snippet showing their first appearance; you may possibly get the impression our guys don't like them very much...
"Just what the hell do you think you were playing at, agreeing to babysit those frickin' morons?" Rochelle demanded as soon as the door had closed behind them.
Lars winced. "C, you know as well as I do we could use the extra manpower."
"So get us some men, not two overgrown kids who like to play at being big bad cops!"
"Aw, is little Rochelle having a tantrum again?" A deep -- and deeply loathed -- voice cut in. "You know, Thornsson, nobody likes to see a big guy like you being pussy-whipped. You ever think maybe you should try and grow a pair and stand up to your partner once in a while?"
"Yeah, man, c'mon," a whinier but equally hated voice agreed, "she's like, what, four foot nothing? I figure you could take her -- although maybe you'd want to work out a bit first, just in case."
"Dumont. Dee," Lars ground out from between clenched teeth, keeping an eye on Rochelle in the hopes he'd be able to hold her back if she looked like taking a swing at one or both of them. Not that he'd have minded seeing either of them spitting teeth, but he was damned if he'd let Rochelle flush her career down the toilet for these assholes. "The file's this way," he forced out. "Think you two can button your lips long enough to have a read?"
"Sure thing, Thornsson," Dee said affably. "From what I hear, it ain't exactly War and Peace."
You can find the book, and read a longer excerpt, here.
Here be the blurb:
Male succubus Rael and his lawman lover Lars from A Blast from the Past are back!
There's a new drug on the streets called Wishes, little pink pills that bring you your heart's desire – but in a way that'll rival your worst nightmares. Lars Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle of the Paranormal Enforcement Agency aren't pleased to be ordered to work on the case with two of their most hated colleagues.
Arriving home one night to find Rael's been summoning another demon, a jealous Lars is even less happy. But Rael thinks he knows who's supplying the drugs, and he's determined to get to his old friend Shax before the law can.
We have some new characters in this one: apart from our mysterious villain (heh!) we have a couple of colleagues of Lars and Rochelle: Dee and Dumont. Here's a little snippet showing their first appearance; you may possibly get the impression our guys don't like them very much...
"Just what the hell do you think you were playing at, agreeing to babysit those frickin' morons?" Rochelle demanded as soon as the door had closed behind them.
Lars winced. "C, you know as well as I do we could use the extra manpower."
"So get us some men, not two overgrown kids who like to play at being big bad cops!"
"Aw, is little Rochelle having a tantrum again?" A deep -- and deeply loathed -- voice cut in. "You know, Thornsson, nobody likes to see a big guy like you being pussy-whipped. You ever think maybe you should try and grow a pair and stand up to your partner once in a while?"
"Yeah, man, c'mon," a whinier but equally hated voice agreed, "she's like, what, four foot nothing? I figure you could take her -- although maybe you'd want to work out a bit first, just in case."
"Dumont. Dee," Lars ground out from between clenched teeth, keeping an eye on Rochelle in the hopes he'd be able to hold her back if she looked like taking a swing at one or both of them. Not that he'd have minded seeing either of them spitting teeth, but he was damned if he'd let Rochelle flush her career down the toilet for these assholes. "The file's this way," he forced out. "Think you two can button your lips long enough to have a read?"
"Sure thing, Thornsson," Dee said affably. "From what I hear, it ain't exactly War and Peace."
You can find the book, and read a longer excerpt, here.
