It’s release day!!! 🤩 Hearts and Claws is out today! It’s a box set containing three gay paranormal romance stories – Black Bird, Jaeger’s Lost and Found, and Nine Stones.
They are a bit different from each other. Black Bird is a story about a healer and a werewolf. Jaeger’s Lost and Found is about a vampire and a psychic. And Nine Stones is about a human and a cat shifter.
They’re all a few years old, and things change. When I wrote Black Bird, I had a healthy mum. Arlo, the healer in that story, did not. When I wrote the scene below, I hadn’t sat next to a person slipping away. The beige linoleum floor and the too-thin yellow blanket… I’ve been to the hospital enough times to know, but I’d never sat next to my mother with tubes going in here and there while she was too weak to stay awake.
Had I written the scene differently today? Maybe. Do I regret writing it? Nope. But I’m glad I didn’t know what was to come when I wrote it. Life. You never know what’ll happen, how long you’re here, or how quickly things may change.
I didn’t mean to grow all sombre, but this scene has popped up in my mind so many times, I thought I’d share it.
On a happier note, Nine Stones is a funny story 😆 No cat dies even though poor Felix keeps burying it LOL So if you don’t want to think about the fragility of life, sickness and sorrow, then this story is better suited.
Jaeger’s Lost and Found is dear to me because I feel like Archie is a kindred soul. We both have some anxiety issues LOL And it takes place in a world where it’s raining nonstop. Some days, that fit the mood perfectly.
Hearts and Claws
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder; it kills it.
What would you do if the person you can’t live without kept putting distance between you? In this box set, you’ll find three paranormal MM romance stories about men who have a special connection to someone they need to be physically close to. But something or someone forces them apart.
Contains the stories:
Black Bird: For seven years, Arlo Barman has been on the move. All he wants is a place to call home. But as a caladrius healer, he has to separate himself from those he’s healed, and has to find a place to stay in a new town. Nash Silver is a werewolf, and from the moment he lays eyes on Arlo, he needs to be close. When Nash is injured, Arlo heals him and has to leave. But can Nash survive without his mate?
Jaeger’s Lost and Found: Gael Murray has lost his connections. A vampire can’t survive without the energy exchange he has with his coven members via mental links. To locate them before it’s too late, he hires a finder. Jaeger’s Lost and Found is the only finder shop on the west coast, but Archibald Jaeger seems to be defective. A terrible finder is better than no finder, though. Together, they set out to save Gael’s life.
Nine Stones: The only thing worse than having a hot neighbor you’re too intimidated to talk to is hitting his cat with your car. Felix Lane was perfectly content to spend the rest of his days in his quiet little corner of the suburbs, but when he hits his neighbor’s cat with his car, he has no choice but to face the music and Kirk. But Kirk, with his unusual eyes and bad boy looks, is nowhere to be found.
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Excerpt:
Prologue
Arlo Barman rubbed his nose. The antiseptic smell always made him nauseated, as did the beige linoleum floor, the white sheets, and the too-thin yellow blanket. It wasn’t enough to keep her warm. He reached out and took her hand, careful of the tubes going in both here and there, and forced a smile to his lips.
“Hi, Mama.” The whisper died in the room, but the wrinkle between her eyebrows smoothed out, so he assumed she’d heard him. She was hardly ever awake anymore. Her raven hair was growing out after the treatments, but there wouldn’t be enough time for it to grow long like it once had been.
She was nothing but skin and bones, her hands birdlike talons, and when he met her gaze, her once sparkling brown eyes were dulled by morphine and whatever else they were shooting into her.
He bowed his neck and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. A tress of white hair fell into his eyes, but he did nothing to remove it. A sob threatened to climb his throat as he pictured her as she’d been when they’d spun, hand in hand, on the lawn in the summer sun.
It was a long time ago, a time when it had only been the two of them, when she’d laughed and been full of life. She’d worn a red blouse and one of those gypsy skirts. He couldn’t remember what he’d worn, most likely trousers and a long-sleeved T-shirt since he didn’t do well in the sun.
“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” Her voice was sandpaper on glass, and it ended in a cough.
Arlo helped her take a sip of water.
“About how we used to dance on the lawn when we lived in the house.” He smiled, and something in his chest shifted and rearranged itself. A gaping hole formed where his lungs used to be, and his vision grew black at the edges.
“Don’t.”
Her voice halted the process. He was still hollow inside, but his vision went back to normal, leaving him dizzy. “Don’t think about us dancing?”
Her colorless lips momentarily stretched into a smile. “There are so many things I should’ve told you.”
The void spread again, pushing him out of the way to make room for something else. His lungs screamed for air, but he fought not to show it.
“So tell me. You’re still here.” The vacuum crawled into his heart, into his mind.
Her eyes drooped, and she gave him a small shake of her head. “This is as it’s supposed to be.” Arlo waited for her to continue, she would as soon as she’d taken a couple of breaths. “I feared…always feared you’d be like him…”
Like him? “Him? Do you mean my dad?” Arlo had never met him, didn’t know anything about him.
She smiled again and nodded. “I loved him, loved him so much, but he had to go.”
“Had to go? Go where?” Arlo wanted to know, but he couldn’t think straight. The emptiness was searching, reaching for something to fill it with.
“He…he saved me.” She shut her eyes and panted. “He said, once you start, there is no stopping it. You’ll keep on doing it for the rest of your life.” Her pale, chapped lips thinned. “Don’t start, Arlo.”
“Start what, Mama?” He squeezed her hand harder than he normally would, but he couldn’t stop himself. The gap inside extended, strived, sought.
“Start saving people. You probably are like him, but don’t get trapped in that life.” The pause lasted so long Arlo would’ve assumed she’d fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for the way she clutched his hand. “You need to let me go, sweetie. And everyone you meet in the future…” She took a shuddering breath, her brows drawing together before she continued. “You need to let them go too. Promise to shut it out.”
His grip tightened before he dropped her hand, afraid he was hurting her. “Fuck, sorry.”
“Language.” The stern look cost her, but not even on her death bed would she allow foul language. Arlo would’ve smiled, but he was too busy keeping his eyes free of tears.
“This is how it’s supposed to be.” She scrunched her face, and he pressed the button to give her more painkillers. “Rob has promised to make sure…” Arlo knew what she would say, but he didn’t need Rob to look after him. He’d turned eighteen four months ago, and Rob only pretended to like him because she was sick. If, when—it was when, she died, Arlo would be on his own. She tried to sit, tried not to fall asleep, but he’d watched her fight it enough times to know she didn’t stand a chance. “…you have…a good…life.”
The hole in him swelled, the emptiness reaching out into the room. Arlo gritted his teeth around the scream wanting to escape. What was happening?
The room grew darker, his head throbbed, ready to explode. A sound escaped him, and Mama opened her eyes. “No.” She reached for him, but he stumbled back. He had to stand.
Something was filling him, black tar pushing itself inside. A thick heavy something pushing his essence out of the way. It was stealing his mind, his body, his ability to breathe. Pain so sharp he would’ve screamed if he’d had any air in his lungs.
“No, baby, no. Please, give it back.”
She reached for him. Arlo blinked, he couldn’t inhale, but it didn’t scare him, because Mama was sitting up. She had sat up on her own. Her gaze was clear, and color was slowly creeping back into her skin.
“No.” A tear slid down her cheek. “Arlo, give it back. It was mine to bear. It was my destiny.” Her voice broke as she continued. “Don’t leave me.”
Arlo shook his head. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had to leave. The sickness occupying his body needed to go somewhere. He gagged but swallowed it down.
“I have to leave.” His voice was off, thick and slow.
Mama cried, a faint wail as panic overtook her eyes. “No, stay. I love you. Please stay. Don’t leave me.”
Tears trickled down his cheeks too, he couldn’t explain it, didn’t know what was happening. The only thing he knew was he had to leave—leave and never come back.
“I love you, Mama.” He blew her a kiss and stumbled toward the door. It wasn’t until he turned around, he realized Rob was standing there watching them with his mouth agape. Arlo grimaced and pushed past him.
He had to go.
Chapter 1
Arlo looked around the red farmhouse cottage. It wasn’t big, but crossing the small rooms was enough to make him want to cry—he wouldn’t, of course. No use in crying over things that hadn’t happened yet, but it saddened him to know he’d have to leave it soon.
The floorboards creaked under his feet as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The low ceiling had him dipping his head when going through doorways, being five-foot-six it wasn’t something he was used to. He probably could walk through without hitting his head on the door frame, but someone taller wouldn’t be able to. The owner had made an apologetic comment about it when Arlo came to look at the house, but it didn’t bother him.
Since he’d left Mama in the hospital, he’d lived in a lot of seedy places, and he’d met a lot of people forcing him to move on from those seedy places.
This house reminded him of where they’d lived when he’d been a little boy—it was happiness and freedom on a small piece of land with a tiny house. The town was a ten-minute drive away and while not as picturesque as the red wooden cottage, it still had some small-town charm going on. He’d learned not to get too attached, though.
Mama. He wished he could call her, wished he could go back home, but he couldn’t. Why he couldn’t, he didn’t know, but something inside of him made it impossible. It was the same thing forcing him to move on as soon as he’d taken someone’s darkness into himself.
He hated it.
He couldn’t control it.
Hiya! I’m here as Holly today because I have another story out!!! 🥳 It’s August and we’re celebrating National Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day. You might not believe it, but Zucchini is vampire food… Nah, I’m lying. Noah, our vampire in Vampire Food, eats zucchini if he has to, but he’s not a fan.
A former blood slave. A strapping vampire. More zucchinis than any man could eat.
Ofelia Grand 