About Body and Soul
Written by Jordan Castillo Price
108 pages / 43500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-173-0, 1-60370-173-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
The PsyCop boys are back! Policeman Vic has yet another new partner at work, but the really scary thing in his life is spending Thanksgiving with Jacob's family. The domesticity of the holiday is followed by a little light house-hunting, and it's a relief to get the call to go back to work.
The urgent case means that Vic and company have a serial kidnapper on their hands, and it will take every resource they have, and every bit of their talent, to solve the mystery. Grab the third PsyCop book today!
Review
Chris Owen, bestselling Torquere Press author, writes: Jordan Castillo Price brings Vic and Jacob back in Body and Soul and I couldn't be more thrilled. Things just keep getting more and more complicated for Vic, and once more it's a delight to watch him try to straighten it all out.
Vic's got a full life. He's met his boyfriend's family, he's trying to kick a drug habit that he actually sort of needs to function and do his job, and he's got yet another new partner at work. And if that isn't enough, Jacob is house hunting, the case Vic's working doesn't actually have any dead bodies and thus there's a lack of ghosts, and his new Stiff seems to be a little uptight.
Mysteries and solid characterization are a strong suit for Jordan Castillo Price. Vic and Jacob are both flawed people and she doesn't shy away from showing them in all their messy glory; Vic in particular is delightfully terrified of trusting in... well, everything. With a flair for humor and a knack for bringing the kinky side of things right to the front, Jordan Castillo Price hits this one right out of the ball park.
Hot, creepy, touching and joyful, Body and Soul is an excellent addition to the PsyCop series, and I can't wait for the next one. In the meantime, I'll just re-read the first three stories over and over.
Sample
"If I just had some Auracel, everything would be okay." I take prescription Auracel to block out the visions. Or I used to take it...until I stopped. Which was fine, inside my apartment. I guess I'd conveniently forgotten about the real world outside it. Only certain pharmacies in big metropolitan areas carried the drug, so even if I could call The Clinic and have them fax a prescription, chances were we'd have to go to Minneapolis to have it filled.
Jacob stood and pulled a little paper cup from a cutesy holder mounted
on the wall beside the medicine cabinet, and filled it with tap water.
"How many?"
"How many what?"
"How many Auracel?"
I realized he was digging in his pocket, and it was as if the clouds broke open and a beam of sunshine landed right on him.
"You have some?"
He smiled at me. He's got a special grin that's all mine. It somehow manages to be reassuring and to promise that he'll fuck me halfway through the mattress later, all at once. "I've got to tell you: I'm relieved this is only about Auracel." He handed me the paper cup.
"How many do you have?"
"Ten."
"Wow. You're prepared."
"I was a boy scout."
"That's creepy. And hot. At the same time."
Jacob pressed a tablet of Auracel into my mouth, running his thumb back and forth over my lips after he did. I turned away to swallow some water. In fifteen minutes or so, the pill would start kicking in. My relief was greater than my disappointment, but just barely. "I really wanted to do this without the meds."
"Which was your idea, not mine."
That was so not fair. My life was perfectly fine until suddenly I had this live-in boyfriend who wanted to interact with me, and I realized that I was almost always high. Maybe it had been my idea to go cold turkey, but I'd done it because of Jacob.
"Talk to me," Jacob said.
"You're gonna decide I'm too much trouble, someday."
"Uh huh," he said with absolutely zero conviction, flipping my hand over to press a kiss into my clammy palm. His goatee tickled at the base of my thumb.
I felt the first effects of the Auracel kicking in, a little dryness to my tongue, and a tingle in my fingertips that was only intensified by the feeling of Jacob's hot mouth grazing my skin.
"Stop it," I said. "I'm not going back downstairs with a hard-on."
I felt Jacob grinning into my hand, and then his tongue traced my life line.
"I mean it."
"So you want me to suck you off in my parents' bathroom?"
Dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty. Jacob talks dirty so well, and I always love it. My cock stirred a little. The promise of the Auracel high made me sluggish, though, and I had enough self-control, even with a sexy hunk of manmeat going down on my thumb, to save it for later. "After dinner."
Jacob let go of my hand and pulled my T-shirt up over my stomach. He pressed a kiss into my solar plexus. "Dessert," he said, breathing the word against my bare skin and pulling a long shiver up my spine. "I'm looking forward to it."