It’s release day!!! The Ruby Tooth is released today, and it just so happens that there is a holiday sale over at JMS Books, so you can grab it for 40% off đ„ł
I’m sure many of you are too busy today to read blogs, I know I am – when this post goes live, I’m at a birthday party since my sister knows nothing about planning babies. She had her first daughter on the 25th of December and her second on the 22nd – such a newbie mistake! I did much better and had my first on December 9th and my fourth on January 8th… đ And our dad’s birthday is on December 7th. So if you think December is hectic with the ordinary holiday crap, add a truckload of birthdays in the mix. Luckily, my nieces are still in the pink and glitter phase, so prezzies are pretty easy to buy đ„°
Anyway, the sale ends tomorrow, so if you don’t have time to do any shopping today, maybe you have a few minutes over tomorrow.
The Ruby Tooth is a short paranormal Christmas story I wrote for JMS Books’ in-house call Naughty or Nice. We were to pick one or the other, and I picked Nice. Ilya is a nice person, so nice that when he comes to The Ruby Tooth, a nightclub, the veritas at the door takes one look at his soul and shows him to the left side of the club.
Good people go to the left and bad to the right – just like with politics đ
I don’t know if you remember, but back in… erm… June (had to check) I wrote a blog post about character names, and I didn’t have any with names starting with I, U, X or Y. So that was pretty much the goal with this story LOL
No, not only that, of course, but when it came to naming the characters, I decided to go with names starting with I and U, so Ilya and Ulric.
Ilya is a nice guy, as we established since Nice was the call, and Ulric thinks he is nice, but every time he visits The Ruby Tooth, he’s shown to the right side.
I had a great time writing this story, and I thought I’d leave you with the first chapter below.
Merry Christmas đ
Blurb:Â
Ilya Lewis is gonna kill his best friend Vera. She not only persuaded him off his couch and into the creepiest nightclub in the city, she also didnât show. When Ilya learns the bar is split into two halves, and heâs been let into the wrong side, it doesnât make things any better. Once the doorman determines which half to let you into, he won’t let you into the other. Â
Ulric Moon hates the Ruby Tooth. But as a bounty hunter, he must go where the trails lead him, and tonight itâs landed him in the worst nightclub in the universe. All he wants is to catch the vampire heâs hunting, but despite trying to convince the veritas doorman examining his soul that he needs to be let into the good side of the club, heâs shown to the bad. As if that wasnât enough, his destined mate somehow manages to sneak into the bad side where he doesnât belong. Ilya finds a way to the other side of the bar, but one look at the patrons there has him regretting ever leaving his apartment. When he tries to leave, a scary-looking man who does nothing but growl follows him. Â
Ulric knows heâs freaking Ilya out, but Ilya has inadvertently caught the interest of the vampire Ulric is hunting, and he has to protect him. How will Ulric keep Ilya safe when he doesn’t believe Ulric is a bounty hunter? And how do you tell someone theyâre your mate when they donât believe youâre a werewolf?Â
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Chapter 1
Ulric Moon cut the line in front of a drunk human woman barely old enough to be out after dark. He hated The Ruby Tooth, for not only did it have the most ridiculous name a nightclub could have, but it was also the only bar where all species under the sky were allowed to mix. Insane.
There were several nightclubs named The Ruby Tooth spread over the country, and they always smelled of disaster. Nothing good ever came of interspecies hook-ups. Especially since most humans believed they were the only species going to nightclubs on this crumbling planet.
If a shifter and a vamp wanted to get their rocks off together, Ulric had no problems with thatâthough he should have since vampires⊠But to throw humans in the mix? Begging for trouble was what it was.
He neared the veritas working the door. Creepy creatures. They took one look at your soul and decided if you were good or badâno gray areas in their world. Ulric did bad things for a good cause; that made him good in his book.
âTo the right.â The veritas, a large, heavily tattooed male, gestured for him to go to the right. Bad people were shown to the right. It was the reason the council had approved a mixed clientele. The veritas owning the chain had argued no innocent would be harmed since the patrons would be divided. Good people didnât kill each other, no matter what species they wereâor that was their argument, anyhow.
Ulric didnât agree. Most murders were accidents.
Not the kind he was trying to put a stop toâthose were deliberate, but to believe it couldnât happen simply because the people mingling had good souls was naive.
âI need to go to the left today. Work purposes.â He hated this place. It didnât matter in what city he was; he hated The Ruby Tooth.
The man shook his head. âTo the right.â
Ulric sighed. There was no getting around a veritas when theyâd decided in what direction someone should go.
âLook.â He didnât want to reveal what he did for a living, but considering who he was talking to⊠âIâm hunting an evil guy. I can allow that Iâm mildly bad at times, but the man Iâm looking for is epically bad.â
âThen he went to the right.â The veritas gestured toward the hidden door to the right again.
âPoint, but he preys on the pure, so heâll be hunting on the other side.â
The veritas didnât speak, he only stared at Ulric with an impassive face.
Fucking waste of time.
He pushed through the door and wrinkled his nose as the scent of shifters, vampires, and magic users washed over him. The bar was so dark a human would have a hard time walking around without bumping into things, but then, there werenât too many humans here.
When someone called his name, he raised his hand in greeting without checking who it was. There was no one he wanted to speak to anyway.
It was the downside of having a job leading you to your hometownâpeople recognized you. On the other hand, he planned on sleeping in his own bed tonight, and it had been a couple of weeks since he did, so he was looking forward to it.
If he could find this fucker and end it, he could sleep in his bed for several nights, weeks even, before he needed to take on another job.
He made it to the bar, nodded to the wolf shifter working there, and ordered a whiskey. The poor bastard wore a Santa hat. When he placed the tumbler on the spotless surface, Ulric raised a questioning eyebrow and gave a slight nod at the hat.
âDress-up night.â
âFuck.â Ulric looked around. The woman next to himâhumanâhe couldnât pick up any scent of magic, but he assumed she had some or the poor girl wouldnât survive long on this side of the clubâwore a skimpy Mrs. Santa suit. Or it was more like Santaâs dirty little secret than Mrs. Santa, but that was most likely the point. He grimaced and turned back to the bartender.
âCalm night?â
He shrugged. âMany hours to go and most humans havenât shown yet. The trouble usually doesnât start until the humans have had a few drinks.â
Too true. Then the vampires would get hungry, the shifters frisky, and the humans obnoxious. Ulric wanted to go home. He wanted away from all the people, wanted to be in his remote cabin where nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the trees imposed on the calm.
He pushed away from the bar and went to find a dark corner to observe as the night escalated.
* * * *
Ilya Lewis was gonna kill Vera. First, sheâd forced him to come to this creepy place. On dress-up night. Wearing a costume sheâd picked. Then she didnât show.
Heâd circled the place three times, but she was nowhere to be seen.
The way the doorman had made them go in one at a time, only to stare at them for several seconds, still had Ilya shuddering. He wanted to complain, needed to tell Vera sheâd been wrong about this being a nice club.
It wasnât nice.
Everything seemed staged. It could have been because everyone was walking around dressed up as Santa or a reindeer, and a couple of women had Christmas tree dresses. No elves.
He grabbed his phone, which wasnât easy considering he was wearing an elf suitâleggings didnât have pockets, so heâd put his phone in a passport holder he had around his neck, hidden underneath the moss green tunic.
It rang several times and he was about to hang up when there was a crackling.
âIlya, if youâre calling to cancel, Iâm coming there, and I will be dragging you out by your balls, you hear?â
Ilya blinked. âVera?â
âThere is no one I know here. They said at work theyâd all come.â She sighed.
âIâm here, but I canât find you.â
She was silent for a few seconds. âI canât see you. Itâs really fucking dark in here.â
Ilya tilted his head toward the ceilingâseveral light fixtures were giving the room a soft but comfortable glow. âItâs light where I am.â
âYouâre at The Ruby Tooth, right? You didnât go somewhere else?â
He sighed. âIâm here, butââ
âI canât see you.â
âIâm right next to the bar.â He took three steps to the right so he wasnât lying.
âIâm at the bar. Sitting on a stool with a drink I didnât ask for.â
In his experience, she never turned down a drink. âIsnât it good?â
His gaze swept over the bar, there were no stools. It was a large, curved bar with two bartenders behind it, both wearing Santa hats and both smiling and nodding to the club goers.
âThere are no stools at this bar.â
Vera went quiet. âThere must be two bars then.â
Relieved laughter escaped Ilya. There were two barsâof course there were. âIâll come find you, stay by the bar.â
âWill do, darling.â
He winced at her dragged-out darling and hung up before putting the phone back in the passport holder and getting it to look good underneath the tunic. He looked like he had a starring role in Lord of the Rings rather than a creature from Santaâs workshop. Vera had found it highly amusing. A fairy suit for the fairy.
Heâd stopped being offended a long time ago.
Theyâd been friends for an eternity. When the mean kids in school had picked on him, Vera had beaten them to a pulpâan exaggeration, but there had been a nosebleed, and from that day on, sheâd been feared.
He didnât know what she saw in himâshe mostly complained about how boring he wasâbut when her world fell apart, which happened to her more often than anyone else he knew, she came to him. She slept on his couch for a few nights, drank way too much booze, and cursed the world. She never cried. He was the one who cried. When his mother had died, when Anthony had left him, when heâd had to put Mr. Snuggles down three months ago⊠he cried, she cursed, but she held him until he didnât have any tears left.
And that was what this dreadful night was all about. Other than to go to work, he hadnât left his cramped apartment since Mr. Snuggles had died. Vera had finally lost her patience and nagged and threatened until heâd agreed to come.
With a sigh, he walked toward the entrance. The creepy doorman had shown him to the left, but maybe there was a room on the other side.
As soon as he neared the door, another doorman stepped out of the shadows.
âLeaving?â
âAh⊠eh⊠no, Iâm looking for my friend.â
The doorman gave him a blank look and gestured toward the bar. A chill slithered down Ilyaâs spine. There was something off with the doormen. Maybe they were on drugs.
âEh⊠restroom?â
The doorman gestured in the opposite direction from the bar.
âThank you.â Ilya pretended to head in the direction of the restroom, but as soon as the doorman focused on someone else, he veered off closer to the bar again. There had to be another room somewhere.
When there was a gap at the bar, he stepped forward and waited until the bartender focused on him.
âWhat can I get you?â
âI, eh⊠mineral water, please.â
The man smiled. âLemon?â
âPlease.â He had a nice smile, and Ilya found himself smiling back. âHey, Iâm meeting a friend here, but sheâs at the other bar. How do I get there?â
The bartender froze. âYou donât. They divide you at the entrance.â
What the hell? Unease spread in his gut, but he did his best not to let it show. âYes, I know, but I need to get to her.â
The bartender bit his lip and guilt swamped Ilya. He hated lying.
âThey wonât let you in, but the kitchen has doors to both sides. Youâre not supposed to go in there, though.â
Ilya nodded. âNo, I understand. Thank you.â
The bartender smiled. âSo, youâre here all alone?â
Ilya tried not to let his frown show. âNo, Iâm⊠My friend is here.â
The bartenderâs smile dimmed some. âOh, of course. I should have known a man like you wouldn’t be alone.â
A man like him? Ilya smiled, he couldnât think of anything else to do, took his glass of mineral water, and edged away.
The kitchen, how would he get into the kitchen?