Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Book: Incident of Magic
Authors: Patricia A. Knight and Kris Micheals
Genre: M/M Crime Romance - Alternate Reality
Release Day: 1st March
SynopsisSold at the age of twelve to support his mother’s drug habit and rescued from a life on the streets by a cop, thirty-two-year old Tony Locke had had a brutal start in life. He’d risen to the position of homicide detective in the Everlight Police Department—a testament to his intelligence and driving ambition to help other victims of Everlight's prolific industry in sex and drugs. With his promotion to the hush-hush Interdimensional Task Force, he could broaden his reach—if he could just get along with his a-hole of a partner. Leo Fortan labored under a soul-crushing burden of sacrifice, trapped in a lonely and rigid existence. Hand-picked from that existence and assigned to the Interdimensional Task Force, he thought his life had taken a turn for the better—until he met his partner, Tony Locke. Leo thought it probable they would kill each other. For a man who thought love didn’t exist and a man who’d sacrificed everything for it, finding common ground may require more than an incident of magic.
ExcerptAbout the AuthorsPatricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas surrounded by her horses, dogs and the best man on the face of the earth – oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see. Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.
Locke wanted to apprehend the transporters, interrogate them and set up a raid on the locations in Everlight where the kidnapped victims were held. A colossal waste of time as far as he was concerned. He conceded that Locke’s whining about his non-cooperation held some truth. He hadn’t cooperated, but then Locke hadn’t even considered working the case from his angle. With what Silk was beginning to consider Locke’s MO—everything the man did lacked thorough planning—Locke had charged off, engaged in an ill-conceived cowboy shootout, screamed at him to chase the perp down, then stormed after the suspect and KO’d himself. Silk’d had to abandon his stealthy pursuit and watch the perp vanish through a transient portal into Elysium. Yeah, he had a few things he wanted to say to Kavaliro and Chief Hocinka about his Everlight ‘partner,’ like, how soon could he be reassigned?
The passenger door swung open, and Locke collapsed onto the car seat. Silk dug into a pocket on his tactical vest pulled, out an emergency trauma kit and offered it to Locke. “Should be some gauze pads in there.”
The man crossed his arms over his chest, glared straight ahead and muttered a nasal, “Fuck you,” that came out, “Nuck ooo.”
“You’re getting blood on the upholstery.”
“I’m taking you to the emergency room. Your forehead’s going to need stitches.”
“Your door’s still open.”
With a groan, Locke leaned over and pulled the car door shut.
“If you feel like puking, make sure you roll down the window.”
Locke turned his bloody face toward Silk and snarled. With a chuckle, Silk started the engine, put the car in gear and drove to St. Mercy in blessed silence.