Title: The Necromancer’s Dilemma
Author: S J Himes
Series: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer #2
Release Date: July 2016
Genre: MM Romance, Fantasy
Even love can die without trust. Angel’s brother, Isaac, has returned home, and the pair begin to make slow and awkward attempts back to each other. Learning how to be a brother to a grown man instead of a parental figure has Angel adjusting his behaviors and habits, and Isaac still remains a mystery. Was it merely entering adulthood that turned Isaac away from an overprotective Angel, or does Isaac carry a secret that will keep them from finally being a real family? Daniel Macavoy, Angel’s new apprentice, is torn between his bond with Angel and the grasping machinations of his father. Dealing with a traumatized apprentice with dangerous holes in his magical education, saving Daniel may be harder than Angel first thought—especially since the biggest problem is not revenge, but guilt.
The one shining beacon in his life is Simeon, Elder vampire of Boston’s only Bloodclan. Four hundred years old and sexy as sin, Simeon is warrior and sage, patient and cunning. The strength Angel draws from Simeon’s devotion and the newborn mate-bond between them is steadfast and true…and the fount of death magic that animates the undead lord places Angel in the midst of a power struggle for control over himself, his lover, and his family.
Through it all, Angel is beleaguered by the unwanted attention of a troll-hybrid, the adventures of a dragon in the city, and a serial killer has decided to hunt the back alleys and midnight streets of Boston.
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“Don’t kill him, please.”
Simeon stood back, and Angel was grateful for it. If his lover tried to stop him now Angel might snap and murder someone.
Fuck, I might anyway!
“Isaac is not for you!” Angel hissed out, so mad his words came out strangled and warped.
Batiste glowered at him, still struggling against Angel’s hellfire bonds. “I did nothing but kiss the youngling, necromancer. Your brother’s virtue remains untouched.”
Angel laughed. “Isaac hasn’t been untouched since Greg Doyle got him drunk when he was sixteen. And I couldn’t care less who he kisses—as long as it’s his choice! I fucking felt your charm rolling over him from the other side of the street!”
“He enjoyed himself. I tasted just how much he liked it before you interrupted me.”
Angel narrowed his eyes, and Simeon carefully backed away out of his line of sight.
“Don’t kill him, please.” Isaac’s whispered plea hovered on the edge of his anger. Simple, and full of emotion, it threatened to calm his ire.
Batiste bared his fangs back at him and said nothing. The fucker was pouting, which only told Angel that Batiste knew he fucked up. Anger unlike anything he’d felt in years simmered and pulsed beneath the surface, and Angel breathed in and out, doing his best not to let it overcome his control. Red hovered on the edges of his vision, and his muscles shook with adrenaline. Batiste’s perfection was rumpled, and it made Angel sneer.
He had an anger problem. He knew it, hell, everyone knew it—but he wasn’t a murderer. Or he wasn’t trying to be one again. Angel clenched his fists harder, so hard his knuckles went white and his fingertips numb. He let go of a shaky breath, and tried to calm himself. Batiste took his chance, and fanged out, his marble perfection warping into the features of an ancient and powerful predator bred for killing.
The Master broke one bond, then another, and Angel reacted instinctively. Unless Batiste wanted to kill him and Simeon, he doubted the Master would do more than escape, but old reactions never died. Angel reached for the veil, preparing a shield, but the death magic from his mate bond answered first, a smooth current of endless magical energy filling his body and mind.
Batiste twisted, and slipped free, falling to the pavement, but Angel flicked a finger, and stopped the ancient vamp in mid-fall. Instead of green hellfire shackles, dark, shiny black smoke materialized in tentacles that wrapped and coiled around the master, stifling his screams and curses in an old dead language from across the cold sea. Angel’s anger drained from him as the death magic flowed into his core, silken and seductive and gentle, the magic so receptive to his will he had no time to finish a thought before it culminated in reality.
There was no struggle. No overwhelming river of power that threatened to sweep aside his mind and shut him down. This was peace, and calm. An ouroboros that sang as it coiled within him, the song carrying hints of chocolate and mint, sapphire swirls and silver veins. It mingled with his hellfire and green death magic, and the golden cord underneath the foundation. His inner sight reverberated with the kaleidoscope of the infinity he saw within, and he swayed, at last understanding.
There was nothing of which to be afraid. Meant to be, inescapable and whole. There was only trust and love, and Simeon at the center of it all. He smiled, a tiny quirk of his lips, and he was gladdened when the last remnants of his anger faded away.
He was so tired of being angry.
Title: The Necromancer’s Dance
Release Date: February 26th 2016
In a world where magic is real and evil walks amongst humanity, a young sorcerer is beset upon by enemies, both old and new. Angelus Salvatore is the only necromancer in all of Boston, and his name is whispered warily by the undead and fellow sorcerers alike. He and his brother Isaac are the lone survivors of an attack by an army of the undead, in which Angel used a spell so powerful it forever marked his place in history. Now, years later, Angel struggles to balance his career as a teacher of the higher magical arts, his role as big brother, and a tenuous relationship with an Elder vampire from the local clan. When his brother’s boyfriend is used as a pawn in a mysterious plot to draw Angel out, Angel is once again pulled back into the old hostilities that fueled the Blood Wars and led to his family’s death.
Leaning on others for help is something Angel cannot do, and while he searches for clues into who may be targeting him and his brother, Angel finds his heart steadily growing occupied with Simeon, Elder and vampire. Dealing with death magic and vampires on a daily basis may leave Angel jaded when it comes to life and staying that way, but the more time he spends fending off the ancient vampire’s attention and affections, the more he realizes he wants to give in.
Can Angel find out who wants him dead, and keep his heart safe in the process? How can he fall for a vampire, when his whole family was torn apart by an army of the undead?
Death stalks the streets of Boston’s historic Beacon Hill….and there is no one more suited to battle against death than a necromancer.
MATURE CONTENT Contains graphic violence, male/male sexual contact, a cranky necromancer, a sexy Irish vampire, and a pesky demon.
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About the Author
I’m a thirty-something bisexual cisgendered woman with way too big an imagination, but that comes in handy when I’m writing. I have been writing since I was a child, when I took a four page assignment on what I was going to do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by hand…in crayons. No joke.
I work a day job, but I can’t share for who, since the Old Man isn’t as liberated as the people who read my books. I’m married, I have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd, that’s embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel movie.
I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis (bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don’t think it’s odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning….less a scent, and more of an experience.
My writing is focused on gay and lesbian people, who are more than interesting side characters that hang out with the heterosexual MCs. My wish for the future is that when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say, “I write gay romance,” and NOT get weird looks. My alter ego is Revella Hawthorne, and I'm writing the Bred For Love series under that name.
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