QSFer Jordan Castillo Price has a new MMM sci fi romance audiobook release:
The chemistry between these three men is undeniable, but is it enough to save Manhattan?
Imagine a world without hunger.
In 1960, a superfood was invented that made starvation a thing of the past. Manna, the cheaply manufactured staple food, is now as ubiquitous as salt in the world’s cupboards, pantries and larders.
Nelson Oliver knows plenty about manna. He’s a food scientist—according to his diploma, that is. Lately, he’s been running the register at the local video rental dive to scrape together the cash for his outrageously priced migraine medication.
In a job fair gone bad, Nelson hooks up with copywriter Javier and his computer-geek pal Tim, who whisks them away from the worst of the fiasco in his repurposed moving truck. At least, Nelson thinks those two are acquainted, but they’re acting so evasive about it, he’s not sure how they know each other, exactly. Javier is impervious to Nelson’s flirting, and Tim’s name could appear in the dictionary under the entry for “awkward.” And with a riot raging through Manhattan and yet another headache coming on, it doesn’t seem like Nelson will get an answer anytime soon.
One thing’s for sure, the tension between the three of them is thick enough to cut with a knife…even one of those dull plastic dealies that come in the package with Mannariffic EZ-Mealz.
The Starving Years is a must-read for fans of dystopian romance looking for scorching M/M/M chemistry in a fast-paced, page-turning adventure.
There’s a contest with this one – Jordan will give away one audiobook of the winner’s choice – just comment on this post with your email address for a chance to win.
Pins and needles, that’s what Nelson had always called it, because it looked the way your foot feels when you’ve been sitting on it playing video games too long. White flashes. Sparkles. Shapes sometimes, shapes that you might give names to, in the way some people lie on their backs, stare up at the summer sky, and find animals and faces in the clouds.
Nelson’s pins and needles were far less benign than cloud shapes; they were the aura that heralded his worst migraines.
He turned away from the window and knuckled his eyes, even though he knew the visual disturbance had zero to do with his eyes and everything to do with his brain. He groped in his pockets to see if his magical dose of Peritriptan was still there. It was. While he hadn’t exactly been expecting a migraine, he’d been worried today might be the day the next big attack reared its ugly head. He’d been sleeping badly, and eating badly, and worrying about defaulting on his student loans. Add to that the stress of the Canaan Products seminar and the ridiculous office drone costume he was wearing….
“Hey.” He touched Javier on the shoulder. Javier was crouched beside Marianne’s hidey-hole, speaking to her in low, soothing tones. He turned to look up at Nelson. Such pretty cheekbones. Exquisite, even. Nelson didn’t suppose he usually thought of a man’s facial features as exquisite. It must have been the eye patch, or the scars it was hiding, that sent Nelson’s mind into a flurry of compare-and-contrast that made the beautifully-formed features that were still intact even more appealing by comparison.
“Well? What is it?”
Staring. Right. “Timing sucks, but I gotta take a pill.”
“Okay.” Javier said it cautiously, with undertones of and why are you telling me? shot through it.
“A migraine’s coming. A bad one. I’ll be totally useless, either with the pill or without it. Stupid thing costs about a month’s salary.” His current salary, anyway, as a movie rental clerk. “If I take it, I’ll be high as a kite for a couple of hours. If I don’t take it, I’ll be a basket case for a few days.”
“Then take it!”
Nelson pulled the precious, single pill from its wrapper and dry-swallowed it. “I might say things.”
“It’s just the serotonin flooding my brain. It gets pretty trippy.”
“I’ll probably mention that I think you’re totally hot and I’m dying to sleep with you.”
“Oh.” Javier almost smiled. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Author and artist Jordan Castillo Price writes paranormal sci-fi thrillers colored by her time in the midwest, from inner city Chicago, to rural small town Wisconsin, to liberal Madison. Her influences include Ouija boards, Return of the Living Dead, “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” girls with tattoos and boys in eyeliner.
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 trippy, touching series, Mnevermind, where memories are made…one client at a time.