Blurb:
An LGBT+
fantasy of apocalyptic proportions.
Twenty-something
Holden Adams never asked to be the harbinger of the apocalypse, or for the
seven lovers who come with the job. All he wanted in Stillwater, Vermont was a
fresh start, but his past as a preacher's kid turned witch threatens any hope
he has of a normal life in the idyllic town. A fateful encounter with a strange
cat on the brink of death earns Holden a new enemy and some unlikely friends,
but as Stillwater reveals itself not to be as conventional as it appears, the
line between the two becomes irreparably blurred.
Daniel
St. James is getting too old for this crap. The love of his life turned out to
be a cold-blooded killer and while Dennis got away with murder thirteen years
earlier, Daniel and the rest of the town are still reeling from the tragedy.
Now some kid who claims to be a witch waltzes into town and all of a sudden,
Daniel's unflinchingly straight best friend is head over heels for Holden.
Chaos has a way of following Holden, revealing a web of supernatural secrets
around Daniel that makes him question everything he believes about the town
he's lived in his entire life--and everything he doesn't.
Welcome
to Stillwater. Things are a little queer here.
Excerpt:
"Cute
guys don't just pick up and move across the country to live in the middle of
nowhere with no connections unless there's something they want to leave
behind."
Cute
guys? The term didn't make my skin crawl quite as much when it came from Nick,
but maybe that was just because I was too busy trying to remember how to
breathe. My lips parted as if his kiss was just something that was supposed to
happen, something I had been programmed to respond to long before it ever
crossed my mind. His lips were as warm as his hands, but much softer as they
pressed mine, gentle at first as he gauged my reaction. His fingers played in
my hair and I moved closer, drawn to him by some unseen force as his tongue
slipped into my mouth.
When he
finally pulled away, I was breathless and the look in his eyes wasn't helping.
Neither was the smile on his lips. It suited him, but I could think of far
better things those lips could be doing...
"I
can protect you, Holden," he said, reaching for my hand in my lap,
stroking the back of it as he looked into my eyes. I found myself incapable of
blinking or looking away, my hearing focused on the rich sound of his voice to
the exclusion of all else. It was so warm and soothing I felt like it was
enveloping me as he spoke. Just like his eyes, that sound was tinged with gold.
The difference between sight and touch and sound seemed negligible as he
caressed my cheek, pulling me deeper into some hypnosis I was all too eager to
succumb to. "Whatever you were running from, I believe something else
brought you here to me, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you or take you
away."
I felt
the urge to respond, to say whatever he needed to hear, but all I could do was
nod.
"Who
is it, Holden?" he asked gently, leaning in a little closer. "Who are
you so scared of?"
"My
father." The words came out like a breath.
"Hm,"
he said thoughtfully, still absently stroking my hair. "And he wants to
hurt you?"
"No,"
I murmured. "No, he...he wants to take me back."
"Take
you back where?"
"To
Arkansas. To our church, to the basement..."
Something
flickered in his eyes, only it wasn't the reassuring adoration that made me
feel like a puddle of happiness. There was murder in that gaze, and it lasted
only an instant, but it was enough to make me aware of what he was doing. I had
seen hypnotists at work before. My father was one of them, even though he liked
to claim his "gift" came from God above. I knew Nick had me in some
kind of a trance, but I was powerless to break it.
"Why
does he want to bring you back?" His voice was slow and controlled, but
rough. It wasn't nearly as hypnotic as it had been, but his spell remained
unbroken.
"I
can do things," I said, my own voice hoarse from straining against the
words he was drawing from me with such ease. "I have power that he wants,
that he uses for his ministry."
Something
else crossed his mind. I could feel it, like our thoughts were linked somehow
even if the influence only went in one direction. This time, it was curiosity.
"Power? But you're human..."
I
frowned, or at least I could feel the muscles in my face that would have shaped
a frown twitch, breaking my mask of complacency. Human? "What else would I
be?" I wanted to ask. Instead, he wound a strand of my hair around his
finger and the touch lulled me in deeper. "Holden." My name was a
command, gentle yet insistent.
"I'm
a witch."
He cocked
his head to one side. He seemed surprised, but it faded too fast. "And
what kind of 'things' can you do?"
My throat
was tight, but I couldn't keep the words down. "Awful things."
"I
don't think you're capable of doing anything awful, Holden," he said
softly. How could someone who sounded so kind be capable of doing something so
cruel?
"I
killed them..." My eyes burned and the tears spilled over.
He
frowned. "Who?"
Before I
could answer, before he could force me to, flames interposed themselves on my
vision, blocking him out completely. The fire, the church, the screams, it was
all bubbling to the surface, everything I'd tried so hard not to allow access
to my conscious mind. Someone else was watching me, from the inside of my mind,
and at first, I thought it was Nick, but the silhouette was off. This man was
taller, slimmer. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see a finger
pressed against his lips. Light was coming from his eyes and soon it ate up the
flames and made it impossible to see anything, either in the vision or in
reality.
I cried
out in pain as a shrill, mechanical scream merged itself with the blinding
light and both were so piercing it felt like my mind would split in half. All I
remembered after that was being caught in Nick's strong arms, pressed close to
his warm body as he whispered some apology I could only half understand. Then,
everything was quiet.
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Finish
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My life
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Coffee
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Author Bio:
L.C.
Davis is a trans & nonbinary author of lgbt fantasy and romance with a
passion for representation. His current series include Queer Magick, Kingdom of
Night and The Mountain Shifters.
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author@lcdavisbooks.com
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