About A Blast from the Past
by JL Merrow
68 pages / 14000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-033-6
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Detectives Lars Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle of the Paranormal
Enforcement Agency first appeared in "A Calling for Pleasure," in The Care
and Feeding of Demons anthology. Now they have a new case; someone or
something demonic is starting fires all over town. Meanwhile Lars’ sexy
succubus lover Rael has problems of his own. His cheating ex Lev has turned
up and wants him back. And Lev won’t take no for an answer.
Can Rael keep Lev from messing up what he's got with Lars? And can Lars and
Rochelle catch their firestarter – preferably before one of them ends up as
toast?
Sample
Rael had finished folding the napkins and was
flicking through the channels trying to find Hell's Kitchen when the
doorbell rang.
"Honey, you forget your key again?" he called out fondly as he pulled
open the door.
It wasn't Lars.
"Hey, Rael, long time no see." Lev's smooth voice flowed over Rael like
white-hot molasses as he stepped over the threshold and back into Rael's
life.
Rael felt his heart start dancing a tarantella like it wanted to dance
right out of his chest and get the hell out of Dodge. Not that he could
blame it. Lev? Here? He took a big ol' step back, but damn, stepping
into the next dimension still wouldn't have been far enough for his
liking. "Lev? This is not going to happen."
"No? Sweet thing, you've missed me. I know you have. Do you really think
your human lover can compare?"
"Lev, you don't know my Lars," Rael said defiantly, working on getting
back his equilibrium.
"No? I've just spent the evening with him, Rael. Guess I know what you
see in him, lover. The boy's almost as ripped as I am. But these humans,
they're all style and no substance."
"Lars has plenty of substance. And he doesn't screw around on me like
you did," Rael told him with only half his mind on his words. His gut
was busy roiling like he'd eaten someone icky at the thought of Lev
messing with his Lars.
Lev was smirking like the cat that seduced the canary and then got it to
feed itself to him, one wing at a time. "You sure about that, sweet
thing? Boy looked pretty damn tight with that partner of his. Guess deep
down, all these humans want is to be like every other sorry little
mortal."
Rael went rigid. "What did you do to him, Lev?"