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Announcement: Nico’s Fire, by Sui Lynn

Nico's FireQSFer Sui Lynn has a reissue of a futuristic paranormal novel out, the sequel to Adel’s Purr:

Under constant attack, Jesuit Inquisitor Jude Jamison suspects his cover is blown. Without the gargoyles his friend Evan sent as his guardians and his ability to start fires, he’d already be dead. As he lies injured among a heap of rubble, the world as he knows it ends, and he fears the monster he’s become.

Nicolai Daemarkus, a fire daemon hiding among the humans, sees a gargoyle circling a smoldering building. Upon investigating, he is totally unprepared to discover his human mate. Unfortunately, a human cannot survive in his world. Yet he’s unable to abandon the beautiful man. As they search for the people threatening Jude, they learn evil doesn’t always come in fearful shapes.

2nd Edition. 1st Edition published by Silver Publishing, May 2012.


Elemental Lore

As written by the scribes and entombed in the Church Archives:

TO DATE, the Church has recognized five types of Elemental beings:

1) Earth, being the rarest and least-often born. Only two known in all of Church history.

2) Air, being the second rarest.

3) Spirit

4) Water

5) Fire, being the most prevalent, destructive, and volatile of all the beings.

No other information is contained in the archive as to their purpose or powers.

July 12, 2216—

Present, burned-out abandoned building, New York City

THE DISTANT crunch of tires on gravel should’ve been alarming, but it wasn’t. They’d been on the run practically from the moment they’d left Evan and Adel in France. I hope they’re all right. Jude was the eternal worrier. He hadn’t had a chance to contact them, to see if they were being hunted as well. At first there just wasn’t time—they’d needed to stay ahead of their pursuers. Now time had run out. As he lay, broken and bleeding, he prayed Evan was okay, but exhaustion overrode everything else, and he felt too tired to really care.

Jude’s mind wandered aimlessly in a numb haze; he’d expended way too much energy in the firestorm that destroyed the building above him in his efforts to destroy the demons that had attacked him. He thought of Finton—last time he’d seen him, the little sprite had swung his sword and decapitated a vile-looking creature that’d kept coming even without its head. It must’ve been some sort of zombie. Fin had been defending the entrance, but he’d eventually fallen to their greater numbers. Usually there were only a couple demons attacking, but this time they just kept on coming. Jude couldn’t remember where Skye had gotten to; he prayed the little gryphon gargoyle was okay. Evan would have his hide if either one of them had been hurt. So tired. It was becoming a mantra, going round and round in his weary mind.

If only I could pass out. Jude felt as though he was waiting for something—maybe death. That particular entity must be having a busy night, since he hasn’t come to collect my soul yet. Jude closed his eyes and groaned as something sharp poked him in the back from the rubble beneath him. His senses registered the pain, yet he was so far beyond mere sensation that Jude’s mind could barely acknowledge it.

A decidedly masculine voice floated through the fog of Jude’s thoughts. It was deep and warm. It made him want to curl up into it and sleep for an eternity. Is this the voice of death? A familiar sing-song warble and the sound of flapping wings accompanied the voice and made him want to smile. Ah, my Skye. Good. He’s okay. Jude would know Skye’s song anywhere. He was here, somewhere close by.

“Come on, you beautiful bird. This place isn’t safe for a gargoyle. You’re too young to be on your own.” The man’s voice crooned softly. Even in his less-than-stellar condition, the velvety sound of it touched something deep inside Jude. “Oh God!” the voice shouted. Jude would’ve winced if he could’ve moved. He felt a hand touch his arm and forehead. “What happened?” That touch, so warm and gentle—he felt bathed in the heat of it.

The urge for this person to possess him, the desire to touch and fuck was primal. A basic instinctual part of himself reached for this other man blindly. He wanted to whimper and rub himself against those fingers, but that would take too much effort, although the aching need to do so hurt almost more than his battered body. Jude wanted to answer the voice, but instead he forced open his eyes. He wanted to see the face that belonged to such a melodic voice. His gaze latched onto the most beautiful brown-black eyes Jude had ever seen. He reached up with one hand and touched the man before him. He sighed as peace overwhelmed him for but the fleetest second before darkness closed around him.

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Author Bio

Sui Lynn is a born-and-raised Midwestern gal. She loves rock ‘n’ roll but can get a little bit country too. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and is always found with a book or pencil and paper in hand. She has two cocker spaniels who are the comic relief in her life. She loves orange soda, Dr. Who, and her computer, all of which she could not function without.

Sui received two M/M Goodreads Romance Group nominations: one for Best Paranormal Story of 2012 and the other for Best World Created for 2012. She has also been nominated for the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Poll in the category of “all other” Novels.


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