Hunter's Dawn: Laying The Ghosts is out now!
My M/M contemporary novel, Hunter’s Dawn: Laying the Ghosts is out now from Torquere Books this prequel revisits my ghost hunting duo, Jack and Casey, whom I introduced last year in a short story titled Hunter’s Kiss in the Anthology: Another Fine Mess, and whose adventures continued in my Sip: Hunter’s Bond.
Hunter’s Dawn is actually the first story (Yay for series in retrograde!) of this series and details how Jack and Casey came together in the first place.
Blurb:
Jack Stephens is a skeptic who lectures in Parapsychology at a community college. In his spare time, he works hard to prove that things going bump in the night can be rationally explained. When Jack meets psychic, Casey Lambeth, he sees just another chance to debunk paranormal phenomena. But there is something about Casey that defies explanation.
From their first meeting, Casey decides Jack is an arrogant know it all.
When the two are thrown together to investigate a haunting at the home of Edith Andrews, the sparks really begin to fly. As they work their way through the case, both Jack and Casey will be forced to face some issues from their respective pasts, and work their way towards a mutual understanding, respect, and could it be possible-something more?
The heavy bass line thrummed through the leather upholstered bucket seat and vibrated in Jack Stevens' chest as he rolled the Shelby Mustang out of the garage and onto the street. The deep throaty purr of the engine made a dark counterpoint to the opening bars of Genesis' "I Can't Dance."
Jack grinned and waved to an obviously disapproving neighbor as he cruised to the end of the street and took a left, headed for the interstate. It was a warm summer day, the early morning sunshine hinting at a hotter day to come.
"I can't dance..." Jack sang as he drove, glancing into the rearview mirror as he pulled to a stop at an intersection. He was headed for Elk Ridge, Wisconsin on an investigation. A little old lady was having problems with what she thought was a ghost haunting her home.
He was looking forward to the chance to let the Shelby out on the highway. Okay, the GT350 might not have been the fastest Mustang ever built, but she suited him. He'd spent a lot of time and money restoring her to her former glory, after finding her rusting and falling apart in a junkyard where he'd spent a week trying to prove to the owner that the things going bump in the yard had more to do with junkyard rats than spirits. In the end, he'd advised the guy to buy a couple of terriers to keep the resident Rottweiler company, then waived his usual fee and asked if he could take the old Mustang instead.
Jack drummed on the steering wheel in time to the music as he took off from the intersection. Over a couple of years, he'd lovingly worked on the car during weekends, buying parts as finances permitted. Jack had restored the rusting hulk to sleek, gleaming black with racing stripes over the hood and the classic GT350 decal along the sides of the car below the doors. He'd even managed to locate and buy an original blue dot spare wheel, which was proudly mounted in the trunk. The car was his pride and joy, even if it cost a small fortune in gas to run.
"I like a girl with expensive tastes, anyway," Jack said. He patted the wheel lovingly as he took the turnpike onto the interstate, letting the Mustang out with a roar of the engine and smoking tires. God, but he loved that car!
Hunter’s Dawn is now available from Torquere Books
Hunter’s Dawn is actually the first story (Yay for series in retrograde!) of this series and details how Jack and Casey came together in the first place.
Blurb:
Jack Stephens is a skeptic who lectures in Parapsychology at a community college. In his spare time, he works hard to prove that things going bump in the night can be rationally explained. When Jack meets psychic, Casey Lambeth, he sees just another chance to debunk paranormal phenomena. But there is something about Casey that defies explanation.
From their first meeting, Casey decides Jack is an arrogant know it all.
When the two are thrown together to investigate a haunting at the home of Edith Andrews, the sparks really begin to fly. As they work their way through the case, both Jack and Casey will be forced to face some issues from their respective pasts, and work their way towards a mutual understanding, respect, and could it be possible-something more?
The heavy bass line thrummed through the leather upholstered bucket seat and vibrated in Jack Stevens' chest as he rolled the Shelby Mustang out of the garage and onto the street. The deep throaty purr of the engine made a dark counterpoint to the opening bars of Genesis' "I Can't Dance."
Jack grinned and waved to an obviously disapproving neighbor as he cruised to the end of the street and took a left, headed for the interstate. It was a warm summer day, the early morning sunshine hinting at a hotter day to come.
"I can't dance..." Jack sang as he drove, glancing into the rearview mirror as he pulled to a stop at an intersection. He was headed for Elk Ridge, Wisconsin on an investigation. A little old lady was having problems with what she thought was a ghost haunting her home.
He was looking forward to the chance to let the Shelby out on the highway. Okay, the GT350 might not have been the fastest Mustang ever built, but she suited him. He'd spent a lot of time and money restoring her to her former glory, after finding her rusting and falling apart in a junkyard where he'd spent a week trying to prove to the owner that the things going bump in the yard had more to do with junkyard rats than spirits. In the end, he'd advised the guy to buy a couple of terriers to keep the resident Rottweiler company, then waived his usual fee and asked if he could take the old Mustang instead.
Jack drummed on the steering wheel in time to the music as he took off from the intersection. Over a couple of years, he'd lovingly worked on the car during weekends, buying parts as finances permitted. Jack had restored the rusting hulk to sleek, gleaming black with racing stripes over the hood and the classic GT350 decal along the sides of the car below the doors. He'd even managed to locate and buy an original blue dot spare wheel, which was proudly mounted in the trunk. The car was his pride and joy, even if it cost a small fortune in gas to run.
"I like a girl with expensive tastes, anyway," Jack said. He patted the wheel lovingly as he took the turnpike onto the interstate, letting the Mustang out with a roar of the engine and smoking tires. God, but he loved that car!
Hunter’s Dawn is now available from Torquere Books