Think all vampire books are the same? Think again.
Michael is a reckless vampire hunter who lures in his prey by posing as bait, captivating his quarry with kohl-rimmed bedroom eyes. Wild Bill is the enigmatic smartass in ripped jeans and black leather he can’t seem to shake. And Channeling Morpheus is their story: a sultry slice of Americana served up with a steamy helping of dark obsession. No fancy club owners or city lords here—the gritty action goes down in abandoned buildings, shabby strip malls, and the back of a rusted out van.
By turns poignant, wry and disturbing, rich with lyrical language, hard-hitting eroticism and unflinching violence, Channeling Morpheus is character-driven erotica you’ll want to read again and again.
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The guy who’d wanted the light was smiling. Still standing practically on top of me, too. Staring me right in the eye.
You’d think that would be all. He asked for a light. I didn’t have one. And then he would move on. But maybe it was more than that. Maybe he’d just been looking for an excuse to talk.
He slid himself onto the barstool beside mine. I did my best to look nonchalant. He was…amazing. Tall and lean, with ripped up jeans and spiked blond hair, earrings, a snake tattoo on his neck and chipped black nail polish. And he wanted to talk to me.
Couldn’t I have run into him any other night? Like, a night that I didn’t already have a date with a vampire?
“Got a name, Mister Lung Association?” he asked me.
“Michael, Michael, Motorcycle.” He tucked his cigarette behind his ear and shook my hand. Well, more like he jammed his hand toward me, and I either had to shake it or be knocked off the barstool. “Wild Bill.”
Take me to the JCP Books website!
Now, usually I don’t name a story until it’s finished. I go with a horrible computer filing system wherein my WIPs are labeled stupid things like ‘#515’ or ‘Mage with scar’, but at least they’re all in one place now (I used to have them scattered all over my computer and had to search random folders just to find the one I wanted to work on; I found one once in a folder labeled ‘recipes’ so go figure) so that’s an improvement. But this one has ended up with a name-- Blue on Black. There is a reason for that, and it does have something to do with the plot and the characters, but I have to confess that the main reason I went against my usual (stupid) system was because I realized that if I allowed this story to name itself Blue on Black, I could then call it BoB. So I am currently writing a steampunky fantasy involving a train and I call that story BoB. Thank you, yes, I realize my head makes no sense to anyone who lives outside of it.
Anyway. ( Oh, look--more clowns! )
Get Turbulence #1: Into the Bermuda Triangle here.
...I buried one hand in his hair and hissed. Not a vampire hiss. Just a "yeah, baby" hiss.
Both from A Bitter Taste of Sweet Oblivion (the sequel to Channeling Morpheus for Scary Mary) by Jordan Castillo Price. The two books are the best take I've read on vampires in... well, probably ever. For those of you who've tried JCP's PsyCop Series (and for those of you who haven't--why haven't you? No, really, why haven't you?) I think you'll find this one just as, if not more, engaging, and maybe even a little bit sexier. Because seriously--Bad Boy Vampire and his pretty goth steady? Yum.
Author: Jordan Castillo Price
Genre: Contemporary, m/m, urban fantasy, suspense
Pages: Book One, Among the Living: 105
Book Two, Criss Cross: 140
Book Three, Body & Soul: 97
Book Four, Secrets: 223
Book Five, Camp Hell: 246
Cover art: One of them has a very nice picture of two guys kissing, but that’s as explicit as any of the covers get.
Book jacket blurb: (For Book One, Among the Living.) Victor Bayne, the psychic half a PsyCop team, is a gay medium who’s more concerned with flying under the radar than in making waves.
He hooks up with handsome Jacob Marks, a non-psychic (or “Stiff”) from an adjacent precinct at his ex-partner’s retirement party and it seems like his dubious luck has taken a turn for the better. But then a serial killer with a gruesome M.O. surfaces--and no one agrees what he looks like.
Solving murders is a snap when you can ask the victims whodunit, but this killer’s not leaving any spirits behind.
Disclaimer: You’re all intelligent people capable of making your own decisions. Just because I like something and was willing to spend money on it doesn’t mean I’m saying the same will be true for you. And just because I don’t like something doesn’t make it crap.
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