Release Day | Mind Scrambler

Release-Day
It’s release day!!! Mind Scrambler is here!

I find it really hard to know what to write about a book 2 in a series. Mind Scrambler is about a new case without any connection to the one in Soul Eater. There are different main characters too, here we get to follow Kol Jaecar and Elijah Long, and Soul Eater was about Thaddeus Ezax and Sandulf Hunter. And yet, I think it’s best you read book 1 before you read this one.

I plan for one more, so it’ll be a Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department trilogy.

In Mind Scrambler, we get to meet Elijah Long who is Elora’s brother. He’s gone missing, and Elora wants time off to look for him. The problem is that everyone but Jaecar and her is off since they got called in during their vacation time in Soul Eater, and Thaddeus is still on sick leave.

Jaecar, who hates sitting in the office, sees Elijah’s disappearance as a chance to do something, so he goes with Elora to search. Soon they find that he’s been abducted, and the main suspect is Elijah’s abusive wolf-shifter of an ex.

Excerpt:

Before long, Elora was back with a canoe strapped to the roof of the car.
“That was fast.” He grinned at her as she hopped out of the car.
“Yeah, old man Frank lives up the road.” She gestured at the woods. Kol nodded, inhaled, and stiffened.
“And he’s a leopard?” He didn’t want to get into any fights while they were here looking for Elijah, but he couldn’t come unannounced into a leopard’s territory and expect to be welcomed.
“What? No. Frank is an old man.”
Kol studied her for a few seconds. “Shifters grow old too.”
“Yes, but… He’s Frank.”
Kol nodded. “Yes.”
“He would never harm Eli.” Her dark brown eyes pleaded with him.
“I never said he would, I said he’s a shifter.” Kol frowned. “I’d never harm you, but I’m still a shifter.”
“Yes, but…” She looked across the lake. “We need to get going.” She went to unstrap the canoe, and Kol helped her get it into the water.
“Does Elijah have any medical conditions?”
“Other than being an empath, no.”
Kol stared at her. “What? It’s a medical condition?” How could it be a medical condition?
“No more than turning into a giant cat is.”
He nodded. She could have answered with a no.
“Except, he can’t be around too many people.”
Too many? How many was too many? “Will he attack us when we arrive?” Kol scanned the island as best he could from this distance. There were several places where a sniper could hide.
“Attack?” Elora gave a reluctant chuckle and shook her head. “He’s an empath.”
“I know, but he lives on an island. He could have put land mines all around it, have snipers in good places.” He gestured at some trees growing larger by each oar stroke.
Elora turned to stare at him. “He’s an empath! What about that don’t you understand?”
“He’d still want to defend his home, wouldn’t he?” Any sane person would want to defend his or her home. Kol relied a lot on his senses, but lately he’d been thinking about putting some things in place for his cabin. Nothing too crazy, only a few…things.
“He moved to an island.”
“And all you need is a canoe to get there.”
Elora steered them toward a small jetty with a tiny motorboat tied to it. “He’s here.”
Kol sniffed the air, scenting wolves, but it was faint which told him it had been a couple of days since they’d been there. “Does Elijah have wolf friends?”
Elora froze. “No.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t know Frank was a leopard.”
“Eli doesn’t have friends.” She climbed out of the canoe and more or less jogged up the slope toward the small house. “Be calm.”
Kol gave her a blank look. “I’m always calm.”
“I meant emotionally, not what you portray. I know you have a calm facade, but be calm.” She patted her chest.
Kol stared at her. What the hell did she mean?
The door was unlocked, which had Kol frowning. Perhaps it was normal to leave the door unlocked if you were at home, but not if you couldn’t defend yourself.
“Eli? Are you here?” Elora walked into the house, and Kol followed. The scents of the wolves were here too, but no one had been in the house for two days at least.
“There’s no one here.”
Elora looked at him. “You’re sure?” She swallowed audibly. “And no one…dead?”
Kol took a deep breath, scenting the air. “I can’t scent anyone from here, no.”
Elora stared at him, her eyes so wide Kol wanted to hug her.
She took a deep breath. “We’ll go through the house, see if anything is out of place. We’ll find him.”
A simple enough plan and Kol nodded his reply.
The house was clean, everything in order, but when Kol walked into the laundry room a sense of unease crept up his spine. He couldn’t say it was the scent, there was none, but it was…something. There had been a wolf shifter in the laundry room, but it wasn’t what had him pausing. “Elora?” He raised his voice to make sure she heard him while she was in the bedroom at the other end of the house.
Fast steps approached. “Yes?”
“Is Elijah on any drugs?”
“He doesn’t do drugs.” She glared at him.
“I meant medicine.”
She shook her head. “No, nothing.
“I think he was drugged. There is no distinct scent, but there is…something. And a wolf has been in here.”
“Fuck.” Elora slumped against the door frame. “We need to check his sock drawer.” She turned and walked back toward the bedroom.
“What?”
“Eli and I, when we were kids, we always wore mismatching socks.”
“Why?” Kol only bought black socks, so they’d always match.
“So one was left behind.”
So one could be found. Kol nodded. “You want to do it in the bedroom?”
“I never thought you’d ask.” She snorted, and he could tell she was scared.
He took her hand in his. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Mind Scrambler in the JMS shop

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Giveaway:

I’ve set up a giveaway over at kingsumo to celebrate. I’m giving away an ebook copy of Soul Eater + an ebook copy of Mind Scrambler to one lucky winner, so hop on over there and enter! 


mindscramblerYears ago, empath Elijah Long made a bad decision, and he is still paying for it. He’s kept hidden from his abusive werewolf ex for years, but when he wakes in a dark room, cuffed to a wall, he knows he’s out of luck. Elora, his psychic sister, will come for him, he just has to endure long enough to give her a chance to find him.

Captain Kol Jaecar of Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department detests slow times at work, so when Elora wants time off to search for her brother, Kol treats it as if it’s a real case and starts an investigation. What he assumed was a brother not picking up when his sister called turns out to be something else.

Elijah experiences people’s emotions so strongly, it prohibits him from living a normal life. Spending time in the city is out of the question, yet it’s where Elora takes him once she finds him. Elijah does his best to keep his distance, especially from the growling man Elora brought to his rescue. Elijah will never make the mistake of getting close to a shifter again.

The moment Kol smells Elijah, he knows he’s his mate, but how to get close to someone who doesn’t want to be near you? The man who abused Elijah is still on the loose, and Kol calls in the entire team to hunt him down. But how are they to keep Elijah safe when he can’t be around people? And how will Kol stay sane if he can’t touch his mate?

Wrap-Up Wednesday | January

We’re nearing the end of the first month of the year, and I thought I’d do a post about what I’ve been reading. Not much. It seems I’m continuing my watching-series-on Netflix-with-hubby routine from last year.

It’s nice.

But what I have read is the following:

Human Omega: Discovered on the Slave Planet

Human Omega: Discovered on the Slave Planet (Pykh #1) by Eileen Glass – I was in the mood for some aliens LOL. Carter is an engineer who gets captured by aliens that look like giant insects. They’re not nice…at all.

He’s thrown into a cage together with two huge aliens of another species. Communication is a problem, but Pykh and Siel – the cage mates – do their best to include him in the work they have to do as well as in their love-making.

I’m not one to read a lot of menage stories, and a few pages in, I could guess where the story was going, but I enjoyed it. There are some really funny moments. And I do like an alien willing to kill someone to save them from a worse fate LOL.

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humanomegaHow does a bad day get worse, you ask? Well…

How about being squished between two huge, naked dudes with their meaty schlongs hanging out and everything?

It’s all a matter of opinion, but Carter’s day is going pretty badly. He’s an engineer captured by bug aliens, now depending on his large, muscled, naked cage mates for food and warmth. They seem sentient, so that’s good. But they’re also handsy. Which is… complicated.

The military isn’t looking for him. Slaves taken by the bug race never come back. Yet, Carter is very much alive, and if he wants to stay that way, he’ll need to trust Pykh and Siel, two affectionate aliens with claws, teeth, and size.


Rescuing The Princess

Rescuing The Princess by Pax Asteriae – This is really short, depending on where you draw your line for what’s flash fiction and what’s not, it’s either a flash or a short short story.

A knight is out to save a princess in a tower, and, yes, there’s an evil dragon guarding her.
When the knight gets there, he realises the princess isn’t a princess but a prince. And normally that make the knights go away, but this knight is determined to rescue the princess gone prince.

What’s a poor prince to do but call his dragon?

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RescuingtheprincessIt has all the hallmarks of a great adventure:

A secluded tower in the woods, where rumour has it a beautiful princess lives, guarded by a dragon and pining daily for her freedom, her return to her parents, and the hand of the knight who rescues her…

Which knight would turn that down?

Assuming everything goes according to plan, that is — and how often does that happen?


The List

The List by Tanya Chris – this is cute. A short story about Blaine who always picks the wrong guys to go out with. Denny, his best friend and roommate, is always there to pick up the pieces after his failed relationships. He’s patient and wants what best for Blaine – he’s perfect. But Blaine is too blind to see it.

He makes a list of everything his partner should be and goes hunting! Poor Denny will just have to wait a bit longer for Blaine to see him.
I enjoyed this – quick and entertaining.

I can’t find any links to this, must’ve grabbed it in a giveaway or something, but here it is on Goodreads.


TheListBlaine has lousy luck with men, which is why henceforth all prospects will be vetted against The List. He’s on a mission to find the man who meets every criteria on it, and his best friend and roommate, Denny, is there to cheer him on, to guide and protect him on his important journey.

But where is his true love? If only Blaine could see what’s right in front of his eyes.


Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis by Pelaam – This story is part of the Legendary Loves Volum 1 anthology together with K.L. Noone’s The Pooka’s Share and my Pine Tree Mary, but I haven’t read it until now.

Ryker and his best friend Mitch is on holiday in Puerto Rico, but when they arrive at the resort, they’re warned not to go out after dark since there have been some strange animal attacks.

Ryker meets Alejandro who is working at the resort and is instantly drawn to him. They go on a hike together and the attraction grows. The more time Ry spends with Alejandro, the more he learns about the strange attacks and the monster lurking in the area. Soon he realises Alejandro isn’t who he thought he was.

Monster love? This is a fated mate, shapeshifter story, and I enjoyed it, but I would’ve wanted there to be a little less sex – yes, I’m boring that way LOL

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MetamorphosisWhen Ryker arrives in Puerto Rico with his friend Mitch, all he’s anticipating are a few days of luxurious accommodation and an exciting place to discover. The last thing he expects is to find he has an immediate attraction to one of the hotel staff, the handsome and flirtatious Alejandro, who appears to be equally interested in him.

After spending a day with Alejandro hiking a difficult trail, Ryker finds his attraction deepening, though he knows it can’t be more than a holiday romance between them.

And he can’t help but feel Alejandro is hiding something.

Despite being warned not to leave the complex after dark, he follows Alejandro one night and discovers a world he never imagined existed. And the attraction between them becomes something much deeper.

But that’s the least of his worries when it becomes apparent something dark and deadly is stalking him.


The Perfect Gift

The Perfect Gift by Harley Grace – It was the cover! This story was part of the Winter Wonderland Giveaway at the beginning of the month, and it caught my attention, so I grabbed it.

Levi is with his friends at a Colorado spa, and the friends leave him without clothes in the unforgiving snow as a joke. Luckily for Levi, Jackson, a rugged, lumberjack kind of man finds him before he freezes to death and brings him home.

It’s short and it leaves a few questions unanswered, but I read it, sitting on the sofa with a glass of red, so I’m not complaining LOL

I couldn’t find this anywhere either, so here is the Goodreads link.


ThePerfectGiftWhen Levi lost his clothes, he finds a hot lumberjack to keep him warm.

When a practical joke leaves Levi dangling in the icy January wind at a Colorado spa, he’s in desperate need of a savior. Or a pair of pants. He finds both in a rugged mountain man who comes to light his fire.

Jackson, the town handyman, gets more than he bargained for when he drops a big load of wood off at the local spa. Levi’s there, buck naked and trembling, and Jackson has no choice to bring the hipster home before he freezes his balls off.

The trip was meant to be a present from his best friend, but in Jackson’s toasty bed, Levi finds the best present of all—the full attention of Colorado’s hottest lumberjack.


How to Catch a Bookworm

How to Catch a Bookworm (Chester Falls #0.5) by Ana Ashley – another shorty. It said bookworm in the title so what could possibly go wrong? I was laughing, not because it’s a particularly humorous read, but a little while ago I wrote about how I wrote Once in a Snowstorm ticking off tropes, well here we have a character named Tristan and one of the characters are ‘so responsive’ LOL.

There are no surprises in this one, but we have a bookstore owner and that’s always nice. It’s the first in a series full of How to Catch titles.

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How to catch a bookwormBen has two passions in life, books and Bookmarked, the bookstore he owns in the town of Chester Falls.
When he spots the guy across the bar, all broody, gorgeous and hard muscle, he can’t resist reaching out.

Tristan’s life could be worse, but moving into a new town and finding your boyfriend cheating on you with a random guy, all on the same day, is pretty up there on the scale of ‘how much worse can it get?’
Things start looking up the moment the sexy stranger with the nerdy glasses and deep brown eyes asks him the right question at the right time.

It was a one off.
It meant nothing.
Right?

When fate traps Ben and Tristan into a second meeting, will Ben finally listen to his best friend? And will Tristan put his past aside to catch his sexy bookworm?

Welcome to Chester Falls, where you can expect to meet sweet men, sexy situations, interfering friends and lots, lots of feels.
How To Catch A Bookwork is a 12k, MM romance short story set in the small town of Chester Falls.


Playing Chicken

Just a few days ago, A.L. Lester was here to talk about her new story Playing Chicken. Last weekend, I poured myself a cup of coffee and curled up with a blanket and read it.

It’s a cute, hurt-comfort, St Dwynwen’s Day story. Perfect for a Saturday afternoon!

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Playing Chicken

Marc returns home from London to his isolated Welsh cottage for good, having found his ex boyfriend shagging someone else in their bed. Who’s the thin, freezing cold man with the bruised face he finds in his barn? Will the tenuous connection between them grow, or fade away?

A 9,000 word short story to mark the Welsh St Valentine’s Day, St Dwynwen’s Day, the 25th of January. With chickens.


Tommy’s Blind

And then I re-read Tommy’s Blind Date by Anne Brooke – I’ve written about it before here on the blog, but I enjoyed it this time too. I do love the opening scene when Tommy is on yet another terrible blind date.

It’s short, it’s fun, and while Jacob, Tommy’s best friend and date, isn’t my favourite character in the whole wide world, I like this one.

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Tommy's Blind DateThirty-two year old Tommy Godolphin has been on a series of blind dates, as he doesn’t want to be single any more. However, none of them really hits the spot and the latest one has proved a complete, if amusing, disaster.

When he recounts what happened to his best friend, Jacob, he expects Jacob to laugh with him as usual, but this time he doesn’t. Instead, Jacob challenges Tommy to go out on a blind date with him, to see what, if anything, he might be doing wrong. If Tommy accepts, how will their friendship survive?


That’s it! Happy reding 🙂

Guest Post | Playing Chicken

Guest-Post

Today we have the lovely A.L. Lester here to talk about her surprise release, Playing Chicken. Make sure to read to the end so you don’t miss the giveaway!


Thank you so much for having me here to day to talk about my new short story, Playing Chicken! It’s a meet-cute bit of fluff that I accidentally wrote as a distraction from Real Life ™ over the last couple of weeks. I have recently joined the UK Romance Novelist’s Association’s Welsh chapter (Cariad Chaptercariad means love in Welsh) and we are doing a Thing next week around St Dwynwen’s Day, the 25th January. Dwynwen is sometimes talked about as ‘The Welsh St Valentine’ and I have written all about her on my own blog, so I won’t repeat that here!

Playing Chicken is not my usual style at all. I usually write longer, historical-paranormal romances and recently non-binary characters have been making more of an appearance in my stories. At the moment as my main project, I’m writing a trilogy set in my Lost in Time paranormal universe, which is going to have a fair amount of angst and baddies.

It was pure relief to write something cosy and sweet and just…kind.

The setting for the story is actually a friend’s house. They have an old gamekeeper’s cottage isolated in the middle of a Welsh forest, and you have to drive half a mile down a muddy track to get to it. It’s wonderful. I’d love to live there! So impractical in my current situation, but for Marc and Mal and Anghared the deerhound, it’s perfect.

Chickens

My life is much less full of animals now than it was a decade ago. I used to run a market stall selling eggs at the farmer’s market locally, and I bred hens. At one point I had two hundred chickens. We still have a dozen to lay eggs for ourselves, but that’s it, these days. It was lovely to revisit my poultry-keeping past and write about not-Marc’s chickens. I envisage them as Buff Orpingtons, huge and fluffy. Poor Marc doesn’t quite know what to do about them, but they are very gentle-natured and I’m sure he’ll be fine!

Excerpt:

His first aid kit was rudimentary but covered the basics. Antiseptics, dressings, butterfly strips. It should do the job. He hauled it out from under the driver’s seat, eyeing the squeezed-in boxes disfavourably. That was going to be today’s job, he supposed.

He was so taken up with his mission that he forgot there should have been a chicken in the porch until he turned back toward the house. He blinked in disbelief. She had a friend. Two friends. They were sat in a row on the back of the garden bench underneath the parlour window. As he watched, they jumped down, one by one and stood in a line, as if waiting for him. The two new ones were very clearly the same breed as Chicken Number One. Big, fluffy, orange. One had more exciting headgear than the other two and was a bit bigger, so he guessed that was a boy-chicken. Cockerel. Cock. He sniggered quietly and then stopped himself as the first chicken…he could tell it was the original one because it had a bit of black in its tail and the others didn’t…looked at him disapprovingly.

Obviously cock jokes were out. The telepathic chicken didn’t like it.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was just getting the first aid kit for Mal. I’ll stop.”

He performed a shuffling dance around them to get back indoors. “You’re like the Midwich Cuckoos,” he told them. “You are not coming into my house. Stay outside. It’s bad enough having a porch full of chicken shit.”

Mal was on his feet looking at him in alarm when he stepped through the parlour door, and the dog was standing beside him, hackles up.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked in a panicked voice. “Is someone out there?”

Marc shook his head. “Chickens,” he said. “I seem to have chickens living in the porch. It’s fine. He narrowed his eyes. “What makes you think there might be someone out there? Who hurt you?”

Mal sat down on the edge of the chair and ran his hands over his cheeks, pulling a face. The dog sat beside him and put her chin on his knee, staring up at him, and he absently began to pet her ears. Marc knelt beside him and opened the first-aid box.

“My ex’s dad,” he said, quietly, after a moment or two. We’d split up anyway. Ages ago. But he saw me in Welshpool a couple of days ago and wanted to drive the point home.’ He shivered. “I’d only gone down into town to pick up some food and bits.” He winced as Marc turned his face toward the light and began to wipe the cut against his hairline with antiseptic. “I’d left Anghared up here, else he wouldn’t have got near me.”

The dog gave a small woof as she heard her name.

“Would he, girl? Stupid man.”

“So how did you end up in my barn?” Marc said, gently fixing butterfly strips over the cut. It had come open again and was bleeding a bit, but it looked like it would be fine. “Come on, let’s look at your ribs too, while I’m at it.”

“They’re fine, honestly. Only bruised.” Mal pulled away and Marc just looked at him. Mal sighed. “All right, all right.” He began to unzip the big hoodie he was swamped in and winced again. Marc raised an eyebrow, silently asking for permission and then reached out to help when Mal nodded. There were a lot of layers to get through and it took a while to gently extract him. The cold was still coming off him in waves and he was shivering badly as he said, “I’ve been staying up in the woods. But I felt too bad to get home. Anghared found me, didn’t you girl? And we needed somewhere out of the cold. I’m freezing, still.”

He was shuddering, which was probably a good thing in retrospect, Marc thought. He hadn’t been shivering at all when he’d first come inside. Incipient hypothermia. He had a quick look and a gentle feel of the ribs. They were badly bruised but he couldn’t feel anything shifting around, so he’d call that good. Mal’s skin was icy cold under Marc’s fingers.

“Bath?” he said. “Or body-heat?”

“Ugh,” he screwed his face up. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” said Marc firmly. “I don’t want you to die on my first day home for two and a half years. If that’s all right.”


Playing Chicken

Marc returns home from London to his isolated Welsh cottage for good, having found his ex boyfriend shagging someone else in their bed. Who’s the thin, freezing cold man with the bruised face he finds in his barn? Will the tenuous connection between them grow, or fade away?

A 9,000 word short story to mark the Welsh St Valentine’s Day, St Dwynwen’s Day, the 25th of January. With chickens.


  • Tag line: A short contemporary gay romance to mark St Dwynwen’s Day – the Welsh St Valentine. With Chickens.
  • Genre: Gay, romance, contemporary, meet-cute, short story
  • Length: 9,000 words
  • Release Date: 18 Jan 2020
  • Buy: http://books2read.com/playingchicken

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Playing Chicken, Ally is giving away a copy of her New York Times Book Review featured story, Taking Stock. Click here to join!

About A.L. Lester

Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. Likes gardening but doesn’t really have time or energy. Not musical. Doesn’t much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.

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