About A Wish Too Far
by JL Merrow
73 pages / 20500 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-146-3
Ebook zipped file contains -
html, lit, Adobe and Sony optimized pdf, prc, epub
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.
Review
Elizabeth Coldwell, author of Trickster, writes: Lars
Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle work for the Paranormal Enforcement
Agency, using a mixture of Rochelle’s witching powers and Thornsson’s
half-Valkyrie brawn, as well as more traditional methods of detection,
to put the bad guys away. When a new drug appears on the streets, its
effects lead them to suspect a demon has to be pushing it. Called
Wishes, it grants the buyer’s dearest wish, but in a way that makes them
regret ever asking for it, and it appears to have already killed one
man. As they follow the trail to the pusher, Thornsson’s demon lover,
Rael, could hold the key to finding him. But in how much danger is Rael
putting himself – and the man he loves – by getting so deeply involved
in the case?
This isn’t the first of Thornsson and Rochelle’s adventures in
paranormal detection (they’ve also appeared in the anthology The Care
And Feeding Of Demons and A Blast From The Past), but you don’t need to
have read the others to get fully involved in the story. Their
wise-cracking repartee and uneasy relationships with both their fellow
detectives and the criminals they’re chasing make for a fast-paced and
very funny read. Add to this the sizzling affair between Thornsson and
Rael, who’s not only a fabulous cook but also has an extremely versatile
tail that he uses to great effect in intimate moments, and you’ll be
wishing for further instalments!
Sample
Rael sat in that old rowanwood chair, wrists itching
from the silver cuffs. Damn, this had been so much more fun last time he'd
been here. That time, it'd been Lars who'd been interrogating him. Rael had
had the hots for that boy the minute he'd laid eyes on that long, tall frame
that was bulked out in all the right places.
Man, what he wouldn't give to see his lover walk through the door right now.
But damn, that'd be the worst thing that could happen for Lars. Rochelle
might be cool these days with the whole illegal-alien-from-Hell thing, but
Rael had a real bad feeling officers Dee and Dumont were cut from a whole
different cloth. And damn, he would bite off his own tail rather than cause
trouble for his Lars.
Rael recoiled as Dee leaned right into his face and started thumping on the
desk. "Listen, creep, you going to start talking or do we got to do things
to you that'll make Hell seem like a kindergarten at Christmas?"
"Uh, Dee? I don't think they celebrate Christmas in Hell," Dumont put in
helpfully.
"Jeez, Dumont, you think I care what they party over? Hanukkah, Kwanzaa,
whatever."
"Actually, officer, Hell's not real big on religious festivals," Rael told
him politely. "Although we do have kind of a family get-together 'round
Saturnalia." And damn, his momma was going to be real mad if he didn't turn
up this year on account of getting banged up in jail. He could picture her
now, hands on hips, foot tapping away, saying "How many times do I have to
tell you? Never. Get. Caught."
"Do you think they have kindergartens in Hell?" Dumont mused.
Dee turned on him. "Damn it, Dumont, you want to stop with the philosophical
questions and get on with beating on the suspect?"
"Philosophical questions work just fine for me," Rael said hurriedly.
Dee threw up his hands. "I give up! I'm going to get a coffee. You want one,
Dumont? Maybe it'll clear that damn bone-filled head of yours."
"Uh, yeah, that'd be great. I'll have the usual," Dumont said.
"I'd love a coffee," Rael put in, but he didn't hold out a whole lot of
hope.
Dumont perched on the desk, which let out a startled creak like it'd figured
it was safe with Dee out of the room. "You know, you'd make this a whole lot
easier on yourself if you just told us what we want to know," he said, his
face cracking into the semblance of a smile.
Rael gave him a sidelong look. "Is this the whole good cop/bad cop thing?"
Dumont beamed. "Hey, you heard of it? Yeah, that's right. See, I'm the good
cop and we get to be friends, so you'll talk to me because I'm nicer than
the bad cop. That's Dee," he added just in case Rael was having trouble
working the whole thing out.
Rael turned up his powers a notch. "You know, sugar, I got the feeling in
Al's Bar that you wouldn't mind being more than just friends," he purred,
letting his lashes flutter seductively.
Dumont's jaw dropped, and he scuttled back off of that desk like it'd bitten
him. "Uh, no, no, that was all a mistake. See, you're a dude, and I'm a
dude, and I'm not a dude who does dudes, you see? Definitely no dudes."
Rael pursed his lips. "But I don't look like a dude right now, do I, honey?"
He wriggled his shoulders, letting that slinky dress slide right off of one
of them. "And I'm not dressed like a dude." He smiled a long, slow smile.
Dumont backed off so far he banged into the wall. "You're a dude!"
Rael let his shoulders slump. Damn closet cases.