Thursday, September 3, 2020

Spotlight: Tracefinder trilogy by Kaje Harper



We are delighted to welcome Kaje Harper with 

Tracefinder: Choices

the 3rd book in the Tracefinder trilogy


An ex-cop and a psychic on the mend find their safe haven threatened by vandalism, arson, and the shadow of their dangerous past.

After overusing his Talent till he almost died, Brian wants nothing more than a quiet job on the farm, with Nick to come home to. He's trying to start a new life, despite bad dreams he can't shake, vandalism close to home, and his sister's problematic baby on the way.

Nick gave up the police force and moved to North Carolina to be with Brian, and he doesn't regret it. But he's at loose ends, with no real work, the lurking specter of Brian's brother Damon hanging around, and a worry in the pit of his stomach that Damon's old enemies might still be after Brian. Nick's keeping his eyes open and his gun loaded.

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What would having a paranormal talent really do to your life? That question was bouncing around in my head as I started this series. 

What if you could heal people with a touch? How wonderful… except there are millions of lovely people out there who are sick and dying. You couldn't heal them all. You couldn't come close. How would you choose? How would you make yourself stop before you wore out, or died, when there was another kid with cancer in the next bed?

And what about when the government finds out what you can do? They'd love to have that talent close at hand for their soldiers, or for their President and top brass. Or as a bribe, to another national leader.

What if a wealthy criminal heard about you? Someday they'll need your talents. Would they kidnap you, lock you up, keep you in reserve? And what if they could promise a top law enforcement official that you would heal his beloved wife from cancer, if the cop would just look the other way? What if they sold your services to the highest bidders? Would you heal the dying, when they were evil men? The wives or children of evil men?
My books all start with a character. With Tracefinder it was Brian who showed up.

Diffident, hiding his Talent— in his case, not healing, but Finding. Brian can hold an object and Find the person who owns it, across town, or across the country. Not as amazing a talent as healing, but one that has enough use, enough demands, to be his family's ticket out of poverty. His brother Damon cashed in that ticket, but that left Brian working for a drug lord with no conscience and no compassion. 

So, as he'd done all his life, Brian hid who he was, and what he knew, in bland simplicity. In slow words and stupid rhymes and blank stares. No one realized how much Brian saw. 
Until Nick came along— bold, laughing, undercover and working to bring down Brian's boss. And two men who appear to have nothing in common find out that's not quite true…
This series is paranormal, mystery, and slow burn romance. These men go from enemies to lovers, but it's not an easy trip. You do have to start with book 1 - Tracefinder: Contact— now just $0.99 at all vendors, and get to that first small HFN. Then read on with Tracefinder: Changes (book 2) for more thriller action and a solid HFN. 

The new book, Tracefinder: Choices, brings Nick and Brian to their HEA. Both men have taken a journey, and learned and changed in coming together. I hope readers will enjoy watching the guy I first imagined as a slow, fumbling, innocent-at-heart whisper of Talent in my head become an equal partner to his Nick. 



Read on for a small excerpt from book 3 that's not spoilery for the rest of the series.



Brian tweaked the strand of barbed wire under his hand, testing the staples holding it to the post. He tried to keep his attention on the fence, but two days of waiting were up, and he couldn’t help watching the road where Nick’s rental truck would be arriving, anytime now. He slid his hand farther along the wire and winced as he managed to stick a barb into his wrist. Okay, not doing so good with the attention thing. He licked at the bead of blood trickling down toward the cuff of his leather glove, and grimaced at the taste of dirt.
An approaching rumble yanked his attention up, but the vehicle that rounded the bend was a pickup pulling an empty horse trailer. He watched it go by, then bent back to his task, determined to focus. Stupid, pokey wire. Something bumped his thigh, making him squeak and whirl around. His big dog Luger stood there, tail wagging, a stick in his jaws.
“Not now. I need to work.” But he took the stick even as he said it. His throw was a bit feeble. Still, Luger leaped after it like it was an escaping deer, galloping through the weeds to snatch it up. At least one of them was relaxed and having fun.
It made no sense to be so on edge. Nick had called half an hour ago to say he and his friend Charlie were off the freeway and getting close. It was only in Brian’s worked-up brain that something would happen between then and now to snatch Nick away.
Midafternoon traffic was light. Nick was a good driver. Everything would be fine. They’d pull ’round the bend anytime now. Anytime…

Half an hour later, he’d given up even pretending to check the fence and leaned on the gate, turning at the sound of each car and truck coming by. Luger had stopped romping in the empty field and come to lie in the long grass near his feet, panting lightly.
Brian tugged his hoodie closed across his chest. It wasn’t cold— certainly not by Minnesota standards— but he felt chilled.
They’re not coming. They decided the whole thing was crazy, packing and moving here on a moment’s notice just because I did. Nick found someplace better to go. Or they had an accident. Or Nick got kidnapped… He totally knew that little voice in his head was nuts. Nick had been close when he called, he wasn’t the type to make a promise and break it, and no one was going to kidnap him out of a moving truck…
Brian shoved his hands in his pockets, playing with the stuff in there to distract his mind. The sight of Nick’s familiar battered Taurus, cresting the hill toward him, was such a relief his head spun and his vision grayed out for a moment. He pulled his hands out to cling to the fence post as Nick slowed and turned in, and something went flying.
Barn key! Damn! He dropped to his knees, digging through the weeds, looking for the glint of it. He could hear Nick’s car approach and stop, but he didn’t look up from his search. He bet his face was flaming red. Where is it?
There was the clunk of car doors, the crunch of feet on gravel. Nick’s voice. “Hey, Brian, what’re you doing?”
“I dropped a key.” He tilted his head, trying to see if the light caught anything shiny.
“I come second to a key these days?”
The humor in Nick’s voice had a little echo of something else— hurt maybe— enough to make Brian look up and scramble to his feet. “No! Sorry! I—” His thoughts got lost in the shine of Nick’s eyes and the curve of his mouth and the swoop of his dark hair. Then Brian’s brain caught up with the fact that Nick was right there, within reach, on the other side of the gate. He slammed against the gate and grabbed Nick’s arms, ignoring the way the bar jammed into his chest.
Nick pressed up close, digging his fingers into Brian’s hair, pulling his head down. Their mouths met, smooshed together, almost too hard, then eased enough to become a kiss. Nick’s hands on his head steadied him, and his lips plucked at Brian’s, then softened, turning the kiss slow and warm.
Eventually they eased back. Brian stared into Nick’s pretty gold-gray eyes. “You’re here. Really here.”
“I said I would be.”
“I know… It hasn’t felt quite real.”
Charlie said, “Two days of driving feels damned real to me.” He raised an eyebrow at them, from where he stood leaning on the open passenger door. “One boyfriend delivered, safe and sound.”
Nick turned to glance at him. “Delivered? Hah. I did the driving.”
“I navigated.”
“We used Google Maps.”
“I kept you from falling asleep behind the wheel with my witty repartee.”
Brian felt bubbly. “You’re both here.”
Charlie quirked a grin at him. “Although still on the other side of a gate.”
“Oh— it’s not locked. Come on in. I need to find this key.” He let go of Nick and bent to scan the ground again. “I’m such a klutz.”
“No worries.” Nick swung over the gate and crouched to help. “What does it look like?”
“A regular one. Silver. I should’ve put it on my keychain.” He kicked a clump of grass aside.
Nick paused to scratch Luger’s ruff as the dog leaned against his leg, tail waving. “Key for what?”
“The big barn.” Brian tried to sound casual. “There’s been a bit of vandalism going around. Doc— Zander said we should start locking the buildings at night.”
“Makes sense. It sucks that there are punks everywhere.” Nick bent and reached under a milkweed. “This it?”
“Yes!” Brian took the key with relief. “Hey, can you pull up that milkweed and toss it over the fence? They’re poison to the goats.”
“Sure.” Nick tugged the plant up and winged it over the wire. “You’re learning farm stuff, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s cool.” He stuffed the key in his pocket. “Thanks.” Nick was standing right beside him, rumpled and grinning in the low North Carolina sunshine, and he had to reach out and grab him and wrap him in tight. Nick hugged him back, arms snug across his back, his smaller body fitting perfectly in Brian’s hold. Brian swayed side to side and buried his face in the faintly sweat-scented curve of Nick’s neck. “You’re here. You’re here. You’re here.” He knew it sounded stupid and couldn’t care. Tears prickled his eyes.
Nick chuckled, soft and low. “Wait till we’re at the motel tonight and you’ll find out how here I am.”


As this series should be read in order, click the images below for the first two books on Goodreads...

  



I get asked about my name a lot. It's not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty-five years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)  
After decades of writing just for fun, my husband convinced me I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact. A complete list with links can be found on my website "Books"
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