#FridayReads | Favorite Reads of 2024

This time of year, you see a lot of yearly wrap-ups, lists of favorite reads of the year that’s gone by, and so on. I’m terrible at keeping track of what I’m reading, absolutely terrible. I used to do it. Used to love it. I kept a reading journal, a physical one. Then I discovered Goodreads and did a lot of reading challenges, had a lot of shelves, and so on.  

Then I created an author account, and things went to hell. 

I started to realize what a negative space Goodreads is, and these days, I mostly stay away. I don’t track my reading, but part of me wants to. So for 2025, I’ve created a StoryGraph account, and maybe it will make me keep track again. Maybe. 

Anyway, while setting it up, I tried to remember what I’ve read during 2024, and… yeah, it’s mostly a black hole LOL. I’ve reread a lot of old favorites, but I’ve read a few new ones too. I figured I’d do a post with my favorite reads of the year…of those I can remember reading 🙄 

Forsaken Fae by R.A. Steffan

This was a reread. I’ve read them before, but this time I listened to the audio version. Tinkerbell *sighs*

There’s an unconscious Fae drooling on Len’s couch.
That’s not even the weirdest thing to happen to him this week.

Len’s been told that not all Fae are scheming, manipulative pricks. A moot point, since this one definitely is – he knows that much from bitter experience.

So, when his vampire ex-coworker dumps Albigard of the Unseelie on Len’s doorstep, he gives her two hours to find a better hiding place for the Fae fugitive before tossing him straight to the curb with the rest of the garbage.

He should have known better, of course. Because if there’s one thing Len’s learned since being thrown into the deep end of the seedy paranormal underworld, it’s that nothing is ever so simple.

Now he’s on the run from a cataclysmic primal force trying to tear its way into the human realm, stuck with an annoying bastard who already knows way too much about the inside of Len’s messed-up head. The first time he met Albigard, Len punched the Fae in his too-perfect face. This time, they’ll have to learn to work together – or risk having their souls torn apart and consigned to the void, with the rest of humanity facing the same fate soon after.

The Wild Hunt has slipped its chains.
Darkness is coming for the world.

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Forsaken Fae 1

Forsaken Fae 2

Forsaken Fae 3

The Magpie Lord by K.J. Charles

This is a comfort read for me. When I don’t know what to do to read, this is most often the book I reread. 

The Magpie LordA lord in danger. A magician in turmoil. A snowball in hell.

Exiled to China for twenty years, Lucien Vaudrey never planned to return to England. But with the mysterious deaths of his father and brother, it seems the new Lord Crane has inherited an earldom. He’s also inherited his family’s enemies. He needs magical assistance, fast. He doesn’t expect it to turn up angry.

Magician Stephen Day has good reason to hate Crane’s family. Unfortunately, it’s his job to deal with supernatural threats. Besides, the earl is unlike any aristocrat he’s ever met, with the tattoos, the attitude… and the way Crane seems determined to get him into bed. That’s definitely unusual.

Soon Stephen is falling hard for the worst possible man, at the worst possible time. But Crane’s dangerous appeal isn’t the only thing rendering Stephen powerless. Evil pervades the house, a web of plots is closing round Crane, and if Stephen can’t find a way through it—they’re both going to die.

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Maz Maddox

This was a new-to-me author in 2024, and I’m in love. I’ve seen the name before, but haven’t gotten around to reading anything until now. I take a little break after each book, because while I love the characters, they’re a bit much, and I need a breather, but I will read more. I’m currently in the middle of both the RELIC series and Wilde Contracts, so I will continue when I’m in the right mood.

Frog by Mary Calmes

This is another one of those I’ve read more times than I can remember. I was in the mood, so I read it again. It’s a quick read, and it’s probably not the last time I read it.

Frog

Weber Yates’s dreams of stardom are about to be reduced to a ranch hand’s job in Texas, and his one relationship is with a guy so far out of his league he might as well be on the moon. Or at least in San Francisco, where Weber stops to see him one last time before settling down to the humble, lonely life he figures a frog like him has coming. 

Cyrus Benning is a successful neurosurgeon, so details are never lost on him. He spotted the prince in a broken-down bull rider’s clothing from day one. But watching Weber walk out on him keeps getting harder, and he’s not sure how much more his heart can take. Now Cyrus has one last chance to prove to Weber that it’s not Weber’s job that makes him Cyrus’s perfect man, it’s Weber himself. With the help of his sister’s newly broken family, he’s ready to show Weber that the home the man’s been searching for has always been right there, with him. Cyrus might have laid down an ultimatum once, but now it’s turned into a vow—he’s never going to let Weber out of his life again.

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Claimings by Lyn Gala

This is another one that I’ve read before but listened to the audio version this time around. I love Ondry and Liam, but I still haven’t read the last one. I will, someday.

Liam loves his life as a linguist and trader on the Rownt homeworld, but he has ignored his heart and sexual needs for years. After escaping the horrors of war, he wants a boring life. He won’t risk letting anyone come too close because he won’t risk letting anyone see his deeply submissive nature. For him, submission comes with pain. Life burned that lesson into his soul from a young age.

This fear keeps him from noticing that the Rownt trader Ondry cares for him. Ondry may not understand humans, but he recognizes a wounded soul, and his need to protect Liam is quickly outpacing his common sense. They may have laws, culture, and incompatible genitalia in their way, but Ondry knows that he can find a way to overcome all that if he can just overcome the ghosts of Liam’s past. Only then can he take possession of a man he has grown to respect.

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Claimings, Tails and Other Alien Artifacts

Assimilation, Love, and other human oddities

Affiliations, Aliens and Other Profitable Pursuits

Adrien English Mysteries by Josh Lanyon

Fatal Shadows, the first story in this series, has been out for over 20 years, and I read it when it was fairly new. I read the first two books, I think, and then I dropped the series because I was too angry with Jake. But it’s a classic, and I told myself to sit my ass down and read it. So I did, and while I still wanted to strangle Jake several times over, I’m glad I forced myself to read it.

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Fatal Shadows

A Dangerous Thing

The Hell You Say

Death of a Pirate King

The Dark tide

Hidden Species by Louisa Masters

I reread both this and the Here Be Dragons series, but the Hidden Species is my favorite. I love the dragons! But Sam…

Hidden SpeciesIndulge in all the shenanigans at CSG in one volume! Hellhounds declaring a glitter fight? Vampires at war with accounting? It’s another day at the Community of Species Government.

Edition contains the following
Demons Do It Better
Naughty Neil (novella)
One Bite With A Vampire
Hijinks With a Hellhound
Sorcerers Always Satisfy 

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N.R. Walker

I’ve read a few stories by N.R. Walker in the past, and while I liked them just fine, none of them has blown my mind. But in 2024 I read both The Weight of it All and Galaxies and Oceans, and I loved them both!

The Weight of it All

After being dumped by his long-term boyfriend for being overweight, Henry Beckett decides to make some drastic changes. In a vain attempt at getting his boyfriend back, Henry does the most absurdly frightening thing he can think of.

He joins a gym.

Reed Henske is a personal trainer who isn’t sure he’ll ever be ready to date again. He’s sick of guys who are only interested in the perfect body image, never seeing him for who he really is.

As Reed tortures Henry with things like diet and exercise, Henry enamours Reed with recipes and laughter. As the friendship lines start to blur, Henry is convinced there’s no way Thor-like Reed could ever be interested in a guy like him.

Reed just has to convince Henry that life isn’t about reaching your ideal bodyweight. It’s about finding your perfect counterweight.

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Galaxies and Oceans

Seizing his one chance to escape, Ethan Hosking leaves his violent ex-boyfriend, leaves his entire life, and walks into the path of a raging bushfire. Desperate to start over, a new man named Aubrey Hobbs walks out of the fire-ravaged forest, alive and alone. With no ID and no money, nothing but his grandfather’s telescope, he goes where the Southern Cross leads him.

Patrick Carney is the resident lighthouse keeper in Hadley Cove, a small town on the remote Kangaroo Island off the coast of South Australia. After the tragic death of his lover four years ago, he lives a solitary life; just him, a tabby cat, the Indian and Southern Oceans, and a whole lot of loneliness. He’s content with his life until a stranger shows up in town and turns Patrick’s head.

Patrick never expected to be interested in anyone else. Aubrey never expected to be happy. Between Aubrey’s love of the stars and Patrick’s love of the ocean, these two fragile hearts must navigate new waters. If they can weather the storm of their pasts, they could very well have a love that eclipses everything.

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Hidden in Darkness by Alice Winters

Normally, I read paranormal stories, and I’ve read a few by Alice Winters before, but never anything contemporary. I enjoyed this a lot! 

Hidden in DarknessWhen Felix is hired to take care of a recently blinded man, he thinks his life might finally be turning around. It has to be better than where he came from, but he has no idea what he’s signed up for. Lane is depressed, rude, and difficult to be around. It doesn’t help that Felix is clearly not qualified for the job, especially since he can’t even make oatmeal right. But Felix is trying to make his life better, so he’ll put up with the man even if it requires some unconventional methods. Felix’s humor soon pulls Lane out of his depression, and Felix feels like things are finally going right in his life.

That is, until he’s attacked by someone who wants to keep Lane quiet. It’s clear that Lane isn’t who he’s pretending to be, and Felix should probably walk away. But Felix has finally found a place where he belongs and he’s willing to go to great lengths to stay by Lane’s side. Even if it involves kidnapping, stealing, and Felix’s overwhelmingly bad ideas, Felix will do just about anything because Lane is there for him unlike anyone else has ever been. Felix might be out of his element, but one thing he is sure about is that he doesn’t want to leave Lane… even if it costs him his life.

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Shadows of London by Ariana Nash

I read the first three of this series, and it’s a great paranormal adventure with magical artifacts and evil people. I enjoyed it a lot and have every intention of continuing the series, but I needed a little break first.

Twisted Pretty Things

Something wicked is moving in the shadows of London…

In the underground world of glitzy illegal auctions, fast cars, and stolen magical artifacts, John “Dom” Domenici knows he’s out of his depth. But he needs the job at Kempthorne & Co like he needs to breathe. The alternative—going back to the organized crime gangs of London’s East End—is unthinkable.

So when Alexander Kempthorne, boss of Kempthorne & Co Artifact Retrieval Agency, wants him on a special case to track down an illegal artifact dealer, Dom can’t say no.

It shouldn’t matter that Kempthorne’s world is full of deadly secrets. It shouldn’t matter that the billionaire is sexy as sin, and it really shouldn’t matter how there’s an American agent stalking Dom, an American who knows more than he should about Dom’s case, including the real reason Alexander Kempthorne hired Dom.

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Tide of Tricks

A darkness runs deep beneath London…

Reeling from recent revelations and forced to lie for Kempthorne, the unthinkable happens: Dom fails the latent competency test. One more strike and he’ll be deemed unstable, have his registration stripped, and the life he’s come to love at Kempthorne & Co will be over.

If that weren’t bad enough, someone is stalking him, taunting him. Someone who knows what Dom did all those years ago.

While Dom juggles Kempthorne’s lies and his own shady past, latents are being murdered. The police won’t help, so it’s up to Dom, Kempthorne & new-recruit Kage (Hollywood) to find the killer, before they strike too close to home.

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Trial by Fire

It’s not just Alexander Kempthorne’s secrets bubbling to the surface of London’s streets…

Time is running out for John “Dom” Domenici.

Outmanoeuvred at every turn by the figure known as “M”, only Kempthorne can free Dom, but juggling the horrors of his own past, containing a rising preternatural threat and the twisted machinations of “M” might just be too much, even for Kempthorne. Can Kage Mitchell be trusted to help?

Alexander Kempthorne lost an agent before. He’ll not lose another. He’ll do anything to save Dom, and if that means revealing who and what he truly is, then his time has come.

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The Spectral Files by S.E. Harmon

I love this series! But I haven’t gotten around to reading the last one yet. I will! Ghosts, cold cases, and fun stuff.

P.S. I Spook YouSSA Rain Christiansen used to be the agency’s golden boy. It just takes one moment of weakness, one slight, tiny, itty-bitty paranormal sighting, and all of a sudden, he’s the agency’s embarrassment. His boss gives him one last chance to redeem himself – go down to Brickell Bay, play nice with the local police, and leave the ghost sightings behind. Rain is determined to do exactly that, even if it kills him.

Cold-case Detective Daniel McKenna’s latest investigation is going nowhere fast. Five years earlier, high school student Amy Greene went missing after leaving her part-time job and was never seen again. Daniel is glad to finally have the FBI help his department requested, even if it does come in the form of his ex.

It doesn’t help that Rain is pretty sure he’s falling in love with Danny all over again – if he ever stopped. Add to that the frustration of seeing ghosts at every turn while he works a case that’s stalled in its tracks, and Rain is starting to wonder if second chances and happy endings are just for fairy tales.

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Principles of Spookology

Spooky Business

The Spooky Life

Big Bad Wolf by Charlie Adhara

If we’re picking favorites, this series is mine. I read it twice. Awesome! Simply adding it here has me wanting to read it again. *chef’s kiss*

An ex-FBI agent is partnered with the enemy in this suspenseful first installment of Charlie Adhara’s Big Bad Wolf series

Hunting for big bad wolves was never part of agent Cooper Dayton’s plan, but a werewolf attack lands him in the carefully guarded Bureau of Special Investigations. A new case comes with a new partner: ruggedly sexy werewolf Oliver Park.

Park is an agent of The Trust, a werewolf oversight organization working to ease escalating tensions with the BSI. But as far as Cooper’s concerned, it’s failing. As they investigate a series of mysterious deaths unlike anything they’ve seen, every bone in Cooper’s body is suspicious of his new partner—even when Park proves himself as competent as he is utterly captivating.

When more people vanish, pressure to solve the case skyrockets. And though he’d resolved to keep things professional, Cooper’s friction with Park soon erupts…into a physical need that can’t be contained or controlled. But with a body count that’s rising by the day, werewolves and humans are in equal danger. If Cooper and Park don’t catch the killer soon, one—or both—of them could be the next to go.

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The Wolf at the Door

The Wolf at Bay

Thrown to the Wolves

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Cry wolf

The Alpha’s Warlock by Eliot Grayson

The entire Mismatched Mates series is great! Lots of growly alphas and such, but it’s ten books, and I don’t have the energy to list them all, so here’s the first one! Fun!

The Alpha's WarlockCursed, mated, and in for the fight of their lives…

Warlock Nate Hawthorne just wants a cup of coffee. Is that too much to ask? Apparently. Because instead of precious caffeine, all he gets is cursed by a pack of werewolves who want to use him for his magic. Now the only way to fix the damage is a mate bond to a grumpy and oh-so-sexy alpha in the rival pack, who happens to hate him. This is so not how he wanted to start his day.

Ian Armitage never intended to take Nate as his mate. The Hawthorne family can’t be trusted. Ian knows that better than anyone. The fact that he’s lusted after the way-too-gorgeous man for years? Totally irrelevant. Ian’s just doing what is necessary to protect his pack. This whole mating arrangement has nothing to do with love and never will. That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.

Nate and Ian will have to work together if they have any hope of staving off the pack’s enemies and averting disaster. That’s assuming they can stop arguing (and keep their hands off each other) long enough to save the day…

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The Wolf Cure – Free Today!

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Holly’s The Wolf Cure is free in the JMS Books’ Advent Calendar today and only today!   

I hope you haven’t missed the advent calendar over at JMS Books. Every day there is an LGBT+ book for free from 12:00 AM EST to 11:59 PM EST. When the time has passed it will be published wide, but for one day, you have the chance to grab it for free!  

Galen is a flawed healer. Normal healers heal the injury and dispel the pain. Not Galen. Nope. He heals the injury, and then he carries the pain for the duration of the normal healing time.  

He’s living with his brother Ari, who is an animal communicator. Animal communicators are looked down upon, so it’s important for their welcome in the community that Galen keeps his flaw hidden.  

The problem is Averett. Averett is a werewolf, which is even worse than being an animal communicator, and he’s the clumsiest wolf who’s ever wolfed. So far, Galen has managed to keep him at arm’s length, but when Averett falls off a roof, there isn’t much he can do. He has to heal him, and the injury is too severe to hide the pain from.  

Averett refusing to leave Galen’s side doesn’t make it any easier.  

It’s a short, fated mates, brother’s best friend topped with space brownies kind of story. So if that’s your jam, grab it today! Tomorrow it’ll be full price.  

Grab it here!

The Wolf Cure

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How many doctored brownies are too many doctored brownies when dealing with werewolves?   

Galen Ceowald is a flawed healer and a loner. Normal healers take over the injury from the one they help and get rid of it. Galen takes over the pain of the injury. Period. He’s become an expert at concealing his suffering to keep his defect hidden, but it’s easier to avoid people altogether.   

When Averett Garou, Galen’s brother’s best friend, falls off a roof, it’s nearly impossible not to let his weakness show. Especially since Averett is a stubborn werewolf who refuses to leave Galen’s home. But maybe there are worse things than eating cakes and cuddling with a werewolf. Or has Galen consumed too many brownies to be of sane mind? 

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Galen tried to increase the distance between them, but he didn’t want to move his body, and Averett didn’t let go despite his pulling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held someone’s hand. At first, he didn’t think too much about it, then the sensation became overwhelming, and he struggled to breathe—or maybe it was the air pocket in his lung making it so. 

“Please don’t touch me.” He yanked at his hand again. This time Averett let go of him, but not without sliding his fingers over his skin in a caress. It made Galen frown. Why did he do that? 

“Talk to me, Galen.” 

“I don’t like to be touched.” 

Averett’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. “You don’t like…” He huffed, then he looked at the wall to his right for a second while a crease formed on his brow. When his eyes found Galen’s again, his gaze was guarded. “Why?” 

“What do you mean why? I don’t like it.” 

“You don’t like it because it’s me?” 

“No, it doesn’t matter who it is.” 

“Oh, baby, I think it does.” 

Galen gaped at him. “Don’t ever call me that.” 

A mischievous grin took hold of Averett’s mouth, and Galen averted his gaze. He was too handsome for his own good. Stupid wolf. 

“Okay, now we have two questions to sort out.” 

“What?” Galen wasn’t proud of his squeak. 

“Why do you smell of pain, and why don’t you like to be touched? Is it because of the pain? Not all touches are painful. You’re a grown man, you know there are different kinds of touching.” 

Galen scowled, but it was ruined by his stomach growling again. It must be the brownies making him this hungry. 

Averett tilted his head. It was a motion he did a lot, and it reminded Galen of a dog, or wolf, he guessed. “Are you going to go get more food?” 

There was no challenge in his words, but Galen was pretty sure it was a test. He reached for the bowl and held it out to Averett, wanting more food but not wanting to move an inch. 

Slowly taking the bowl, Averett waited. 

“Could you please give me some more chili?” 

“I would feed you till the end of days if you’d let me.” 

“What?” 

Averett got to his feet and walked away without responding. He was fucking with him, right? Wolves were weird about feeding people. It meant more to them than it did to humans. Ari had tried to explain it. Feeding someone meant they were pack. Family. Precious. 

But Averett most likely meant it as repaying him for the healing. 

Galen wouldn’t mind having a werewolf bringing him food, though. They were excellent hunters, and Ari had come home with venison given to him by the pack more than once. It had saved them when things had been extra hard. Come to think of it, it must’ve been Averett who’d given him the meat. He was the one closest to Ari, and he believed Averett was some sort of leader, at least over those who worked in construction. 

Once Averett had heated the bowl, he crossed the hut in a couple of strides and held it out to Galen. 

“Thank you.” 

“If I take a brownie, will I be high as a kite?” 

Galen grinned at him, then gave a careful shrug. “I don’t know how werewolves’ metabolism works.” 

“Why do you have doctored brownies, Galen? You’re not a junkie.” 

“I’m not?” 

Averett shook his head. “You’re not, but Ari didn’t bat an eye. Instead, he encouraged you to have one when we arrived.” He narrowed his eyes. “They’re pain relief, right?” 

Fuck. “Yeah.” 

“You smell of pain, you’re hardly moving, you have edibles on your kitchen counter, Ari is worried enough to be silent, and you claim everything is fine.” 

Galen busied himself eating. 

“For fuck’s sake, Galen. Tell me what’s going on.” 

Heaving a sigh, he glowered at Averett. “When I heal someone, I take their pain into myself.” 

Some color left Averett’s face. “And then you dispel it. It’s what healers do, right? Drag the pain out, repair the injury, and then get rid of it all.” 

“Sure.” He nodded a little more forcefully than he’d normally do and took another spoonful of chili. 

“Except you still smell of pain.” Averett pushed his eyebrows together. “You smelled of pain when we arrived.” 

“You’ve established I’m in pain already.” 

Averett hummed. “But now you’re in more pain than when we arrived.” 

“Oh, come on, you were out of your mind with pain yourself. You don’t know what pain level I was at.” 

“I’ll never be too out of it to notice you, and you’re in more pain now.” Averett swept his gaze over Galen’s body, then reached out toward his tibia. Galen gave a strangled cry, and Averett’s hand stilled a few inches away from him. Something thunderous welled up in Averett’s eyes. 

“You took my pain.” 

“It’s what healers do.” 

Shaking his head, he glared at Galen. “You took it into yourself.” 

“It’s what healers do.” Galen’s tone was clipped. 

“No.” Averett pushed away from the bed and paced the tiny space between the bed and the couch. “They take it, and then they get rid of it.” 

Galen nodded and ate some more. It was what well-functioning healers did. 

 

Guest Post | Disguised as Human

Hiya!  

I’m sneaking in a November story on this first of December! Soon, there will be advent calendar stories coming, but yesterday Holly’s Disguised as Human was released 🥳  

It’s the fourth story in the Within the Walls series, and it celebrates National Mason Jar Day, which is observed annually on November 30th. Is National Mason Jar Day a strange day to write a story for? Maybe. But in the community, they have a lot of Mason jars, and someone has to bring order among them.  

That’s where Jasper comes in. He’s a vampire and the community’s go-to carpenter. When Chaton (who we get to know in the second story) complains about not knowing how many jars he has of each thing he’s canned, Jasper builds him shelves.  

Chaos among the Mason jars is the smallest of their problems, though.  Jasper is wanted for murder. He didn’t do it, but since when have the cops ever listened to a supernatural.  

Oscar is a detective, and he’s convinced Jasper is innocent, but he also knows his colleagues. There is no way they’ll let Jasper walk, no matter what the evidence says, so he has to find the real killer. The problem is Oscar is pretending to be human. Supernaturals aren’t allowed to be detectives, so he’s faking it. How is he to hang around the community without getting caught? Shifters and their noses, and vampires with their affinity for blood. But he has to. He can’t let an innocent man, vampire or not, go to prison.  

I strongly suggest reading these stories in order. Every book has a new couple, but there are a lot of things going on in the background that might be a little confusing if you jump in later in the series. 

Disguised as Human

disguisedashumanWhat’s a vampire to do when falsely accused of murder?  

Had Jasper Argall known he’d be accused of murder simply because he went into a grocery store, he would’ve stayed in the supernatural community where human laws don’t apply. Things are hard enough as they are without having to deal with the human police.   

Oscar Christopherson is a magic user pretending to be human. He likes being a detective, but supernaturals aren’t allowed to work in law enforcement, so he’s faking it. There is always a risk he’ll be found out, and that risk increases when he’s around other supernatural people, since they have a better sense of smell than humans do.   

Vampire or not, when Jasper is wrongly accused of murder, Oscar can’t look the other way. Jasper knows humans can’t be trusted, but maybe Oscar is different from all the other humans in Myrfolk. He’s out of options, so what else can he do but put his life in Oscar’s hands?    

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Chapter 1

Oscar Christopherson gripped the steering wheel tighter. The rain hammered against the windshield and the lights reflected on the wet road.

November was miserable.

Everything was miserable.

He’d moved to Myrfolk last year, thinking life would continue as usual. He’d reinvented himself many times. After a decade or so in the same town, people would start to notice he wasn’t aging, and he’d learned to see the signs of when it was time to pack up.

As an unregistered magic user, he had to be careful. Now more than ever.

There were always ups and downs in the supernatural’s popularity, and now it was down. Way down. So low it was getting dangerous.

Oscar’s mother hadn’t been registered, and therefore he hadn’t either. She hadn’t trusted the authorities and would be turning in her grave if she could see him now. A detective serving the human population. He tried to serve the supernatural population as well, but it was much harder.

He’d believed he could make a difference. Had believed by doing what he did, he could help his real community, make sure the humans looked for the real suspect when a crime was committed, not only the closest person who could grow claws.

He sighed.

It was all going to shit. He’d never been as hated in a workplace as he was here in Myrfolk, and he found himself driving past the community more often than needed. Like now. He could’ve taken the highway, but he’d taken the road past the demolition resale yard to be able to gaze upon the walls.

Though, on a night like this, he wouldn’t be able to see them.

He sighed again. Having a pity party for himself would get him nowhere. And he didn’t want to be part of the community. He’d never been part of a community. He liked being able to walk into a store and get what he wanted without having the staff watch him suspiciously or forbidding him from shopping altogether. It was against the law to do so, and yet he heard about it all the time.

He didn’t want to pay extra fees—food, water, and electricity were expensive enough as it was.

He didn’t want to be the prime suspect in every crime he happened to be in the vicinity of when it was committed.

But…

A few weeks ago, the police, his colleagues, had made their way inside the walls, and one of them had shot one of the shifters. Oscar couldn’t erase the image of Gertrude, the community leader, sitting on the bare ground while a puddle of blood formed around her. Cradling a clawed hand in hers.

If Oscar was to be shot, he didn’t think anyone would sit by his side. No one would care. No one would miss him. Apart from maybe Gertrude, funnily enough.

Gertrude. The tigress who fought with claws and sharp teeth to try to make life tolerable for her people. The one who should be his enemy, and she should consider him one. Some days he was sure she did, but she was also quick to pick up the phone and call him simply to let him know something might be happening.

He trusted Gertrude far more than he trusted the colleagues who should have his back. It didn’t mean she’d come to his aid if he found himself in trouble, but she wouldn’t stab him in the back without reason. She wouldn’t spit in his coffee or steal his lunch—or she might steal his lunch. Times were hard, and harder still for the community members. But she’d most likely give his lunch to someone who needed it more than he did, so he wasn’t sure he’d hold a grudge for long.

There was a glint in the dark, light reflecting on eyes, and then a massive dark form filled the windshield.

His shout filled the air, and he hit the brakes with all his might. The impact forced him forward before he was pulled back. Then everything went black for a moment.

He opened his eyes with a groan. His torso hurt, and his head swam. The white fabric of the airbag in front of him made him look at the windshield. Spidery cracks filled his vision.

Fuck.

He fiddled with the seat belt and pushed the door open with clumsy motions. There, right in front of the car, was a red deer. Its glassy eyes were unseeing, and one of the antlers had snapped. It made it all the more macabre. A majestic animal broken.

Several numb seconds ticked by before he realized it was still raining. The sparsely placed streetlamps gave the night an eerie glow, and the cold breeze sent a shiver through him. He should act. Do something. Call someone. But all he could do was stare at the dead deer.

His hand shook as he finally got the phone out of his pocket. Climbing back into the car, he put on the hazard lights and hovered with his thumb over the station number, then he scrolled past it and called Gertrude. She was closer. He could almost see the community wall.

Chief.”

For half a second, he smiled at her greeting. “Gertrude. Are you at home?” He shivered again, and this time it didn’t want to stop.

No, sorry. Are you nearby?”

No? She rarely went anywhere these days. “I’m between the community and the demolition resale yard. I… eh… I hit a deer.”

There was an intake of air. “Are you all right?”

He nodded, shook his head, then rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, yeah, I think so. It’s dead.”

Silence followed.

Are you bleeding?”

No, I don’t believe so. The airbag released, and my chest hurts from the seat belt, but I… I don’t know if I can drive. The front is a bit crushed, and the windshield is…” He took a shuddering breath. “And the deer is dead.”

Have you called a tow truck or… the cops? Do you call the cops when you’re a cop?”

I called you.” Why had he called her?

Okay. Sit tight. I’ll call you back in a minute.”

Maybe I should call—”

No! Stay where you are. I’ll get Jasper. You like Jasper, right?”

He nodded. He didn’t know Jasper, but he liked looking at Jasper. Big and strong, and yet he was quiet and calm. Though, he shouldn’t tell Gertrude he’d noticed those details about Jasper.

Or would you prefer I call someone else?”

Jasper.”

He could almost hear the smile over the line. “Thought so. Sit tight.” Then she hung up.

* * * *

Jasper Argall measured the wall in one of the basement rooms in Chaton’s house once again. He’d already done this. Twice. But when he’d gone home to saw the shelves, it didn’t make sense. The room was small. The smallest in the basement, but his initial calculation had given him a lot more shelf space than his last one.

So here he was, late in the evening, doing more measurements.

There were mason jars everywhere. Trays of new unused ones waiting to be filled, but also cardboard tray upon cardboard tray of filled ones.

Chaton had been complaining about not knowing how many jars they had, since everything was unorganized. They’d stuck jars everywhere, and the chest freezer was filled to the brink with things still needing to be canned. Jagger had things in his freezer needing to be canned, and Jasper did too. He feared both his and Jagger’s freezers were filled with fruit, though. Eating fruit beat starving, but it wouldn’t last them long, and shifters needed protein.

Right as he was about to write a number down on his pad, his phone rang. He got it out of his pocket and stared at Gertrude’s name for a second before hitting the accept button.

Jasper.”

Hey, honey. Are you busy?”

He scrunched his nose. Gertrude calling at this time of night was never a good thing. “I’m at Chaton’s doing some measurements for shelves in the basement.” She’d finally agreed to buy what they needed. Chaton had wanted shelves for months, but money was tight, especially now that they’d lost most of their revenue from their businesses. Gertrude kept them afloat, but Jasper suspected part, if not all, was with her personal money. It was his complaining about not knowing how many he had of different things that had made Gertrude prioritize building materials. Planning was essential to their survival.

Christopherson called. He’s been in an accident between the community and the demolition resale yard.”

Is he okay?” His stomach cramped as he pictured blood. He needed to feed. Badly. It was most likely the reason he had messed up his measurements. His brain wasn’t functioning as well as it should.

I’m not sure. He said he was okay physically, a bit of pain from the seat belt, and the airbag had released, but nothing else. The car is undrivable, and the deer is dead.”

Dead.”

Mmm.”

Silence fell. “Is it a big deer?”

I didn’t ask, but no use in wasting meat, however small it is.”

Jasper nodded. “Right. Do you want me to come with you?”

I’m not at home.”

What?” Looking around the room made no sense, and yet he did, as if he’d either see her or have a moment with someone else with whom he could share his surprise.

I’m… eh… in Oakmouth.”

Oakmouth? What the hell was in Oakmouth? Jasper was unsure of how far away it was, three-four hours of driving. “Why are you in Oakmouth?”

I have a meeting.”

Now? This time of day?” It was close to ten in the evening.

No. I arrived today. I will talk to Jinx tomorrow morning and be back home late tomorrow afternoon.”

Jinx. He believed he’d heard the name before.

It doesn’t matter, but I’m not at home, so I can’t deal with this. Could you fix it? You have a spare room, right? Put Christopherson up for the night, grab the deer, and maybe Jagger can take a look at the car.”

He put his pen down. “Okay.”

Send me a text to let me know how it goes.”

Okay, bye.”

They hung up and Jasper called Jagger as he headed up the basement stairs.