QSFer Kaje Harper has a new MM paranormal romance out, Necromancer Book 2: “Powered by Ghosts.”
An untrained sorcerer and a reclusive necromancer face a ghost-infested town.
Darien is free of his dead invaders, and his eyes have opened to a new reality. In a world of sorcerers and necromancers, he’s full of power and potential, but completely ignorant. Necromancer Silas, and Silas’s cat familiar, Grim, are teaching him basic skills, but danger won’t hold off, just because he’s not ready.
Silas never planned to share his life with anyone, but after a week of shared battles and shared nights, Darien has become a fixture in his home. Silas has never met anyone with more raw magical ability, or less idea what to do with it. When Silas is offered a job hunting ghosts, he’s tempted to refill his depleted bank account, but reluctant to bring untrained Darien along. Darien’s eager to help, though, and eventually Silas gives in. It’s just a few ghosts. Nothing he hasn’t handled before. What could go wrong?
The spell-structure Darien Green was building collapsed with a sound like breaking glass. The power rebound made him yip in pain and grab his head.
From the doorway, a high, amused voice said, “What do you call that one? London Bridge?”
He whirled. “Grim! Dammit.”
His mentor’s big tabby cat familiar swiped a paw across the floor, where a faint shimmer of power lingered, then inspected his spread pads. “I’d say you damned it thoroughly yourself.”
Darien snorted and pushed up off the polished floor of the study. “It was an experiment.”
“Does Silas know you’re playing around with power while he’s gone?”
Silas Thornwood is not my boss. Except he kind of was, in magical stuff anyhow. Darien didn’t have a good grasp on what their relationship actually was, although Silas on his knees last night, sucking Darien’s cock, suggested the power didn’t go all one way.
He dusted his trousers off— unnecessarily since the study floor was the one thing Silas kept clean and polished, ready to be chalked with his runes— and rotated his stiff shoulders. Instead of answering the question, he asked, “Doesn’t it bother you that he trotted off when the council called, without bringing you—” Or me. “—with him?”
Grimalkin sat down and licked his furry shoulder a couple of times, which Darien had figured out meant the big cat was less calm than he was pretending to be. “The meeting was at Necromancer Worthington’s house. His wife is deathly allergic to cats.”
“Seriously? That was their excuse?”
“This was a boring meeting anyway. All about tithes and finances. I didn’t want to go.” Grim’s pink tongue swiped across his fur again, neck cranked at an angle only cats and owls could manage.
Darien rubbed his own aching neck, then jumped as the front door banged open. A flash of fear swamped him— Crosby’s getting in— before the sound of Silas’s voice registered. Embarrassed, he yanked back down the glowing shields he’d snapped into place.
Grim was eyeing him, and his face heated, but the cat only said, “That’s not a bad reflex. Keep it,” before calling more loudly, “We’re in the study, O Thumpy One.”
There were a couple more thuds and grumbles before Silas appeared in the doorway. His dark hair was more rumpled than usual, and his thick brows were drawn down. From his lean height, he peered down at Grim, then shifted his gaze to Darien. “What were you two up to?”
Before Darien could decide whether to lie or confess, Grim said, “Wondering why you didn’t bring us along to liven up that finance meeting.”
Silas ran a hand over his hair, smoothing it into place. “I should have. Even if it would make Mrs. Worthington turn purple and expire. Serve those hidebound, cheapskate, penny-pinching old hedgewitches right.”
Grim stretched, flexing his twenty-pound body up and back, and yawned. “I take it we’re not getting paid.”
I get asked about my name a lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty-five years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)
After decades of writing just for fun, my husband convinced me I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact.
A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page at https://kajeharper.com/books/. I’m always pleased to have readers find me online at: Facebook Group: Kaje’s Conversation Corner – https://www.facebook.com/groups/208207893795147/ Goodreads Author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4769304.Kaje_Harper