QSFer Jordan Castillo Price has a new MM paranormal-sci fi book out:
Victor Bayne is through with the Chicago PD. Can he handle the FPMP?
After years of frustration as a PsyCop, Victor Bayne reports for duty at the Federal Psychic Monitoring Program. As a fledgeling agent, he’s ready to smoke out a few ghosts and be home each night in time for dinner. But is he prepared to add a professional dimension to his romantic partnership with Jacob Marks?
Jacob has already established his territory at the FPMP—he’s competent, he’s respected, and he’s pretty much fearless. The last thing Vic wants to do is screw up in front of him.
When fellow agents start turning up dead, Vic is expected to do more than just lay their ghosts to rest. But what if his psychic talent isn’t quite enough? As the death toll rises, he and Jacob scramble to determine who’s in danger, and who’s a killer.
Using all the resources at their disposal, they close in on their suspect. But as they do, their past comes back to haunt them…and even Jacob worries they’ve tampered with forces they should have left alone. Are their combined talents enough to protect them from enemies both living and dead?
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Plenty of folks in the Federal Psychic Monitoring Program already knew Jacob and I were a couple, and anyone who didn’t could probably lift the idea from our minds. Knowing that I wouldn’t be hiding such a basic, normal, healthy aspect of my life anymore? You’d think I’d feel a weight off my shoulders, but the relief was replaced by the resentment that I’d been carrying a burden all these years.
I went into the kitchen, located a list Jacob had tacked to the refrigerator for me, and began working on dinner. Jacob can assess what’s in the fridge, recall what we’ve got stashed in the cupboards, and put together an actual meal without consulting a written recipe. Me? I needed a clear roadmap to ensure we didn’t end up in a nasty dinner cul-de-sac. And even then, with everything written out, I still mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons more often than not. Good thing he didn’t hook up with me for my culinary ability.
By the time I got the water boiling, Jacob was in the front hall kicking snow off his shoes. He came and joined me in the kitchen, pressed himself up against my back, slipped his arms around my waist, and nuzzled the back of my neck.
I attempted to shrug him off. “We don’t want the water to boil off. Again.”
“I have it on good authority that if you turn that tap over by the sink, you’ll find more.”
Regretfully, I slipped his manhandling and started shoving carrot peels down the disposal. It was a Pavlovian thing, I guess, but the sound of the gears grinding inspired me to talk shop, even though I doubted there was any news that was worthy of the electronic listening devices we had so much fun evading.
“So…do you think we’ll be sharing an office?” I ventured.
Jacob handed me a wooden spoon and pointed me toward the stove. “In the Oversight Division? That’s hard to picture.”
Why not? I’d be overseeing ghosts. Or, more precisely, the lack of.
But, no. That was really a stretch. It was more the desire to ride Jacob’s successful coattails than any actual logic at play. I dumped in the pasta and stirred. Water sloshed over the side of the pot and hissed against the hot burner as if to berate me. Not for my painful attempt at cooking, but the thought that I’d be anywhere near as good at navigating the FPMP as he was. Sure, I saw ghosts. But once those repeaters were taken care of, what more use would I really be?
Jacob, on the other hand, was always so damn confident. Even though, on paper, he was a lowly Non-Psychic—and even though he hadn’t developed much of a grasp on his True Stiff ability—he still walks into the room like he owns the place. And somehow, everyone else is swept along in the tide of his self-assured charisma.
Me…I just do my best to not bring any undue attention my way.
Author and artist Jordan Castillo Price writes paranormal sci-fi thrillers colored by her time in the Midwest, from inner city Chicago, to various cities across southern Wisconsin. She’s settled in a 1910 Cape Cod near Lake Michigan with tons of character and a plethora of bizarre spiders. Any disembodied noises, she’s decided, will be blamed on the ice maker.
Jordan is best known as the author of the PsyCop series, an unfolding tale of paranormal mystery and suspense starring Victor Bayne, a gay medium who’s plagued by ghostly visitations. Also check out her fascinating psychological M/M thriller, Mnevermind, where memories are made…one client at a time.
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