QSFer J.P. Bowie has a new MM paranormal book out:
When Dr. Blake Farnon hits a shadowy figure with his car, he is astounded when the man almost instantaneously recovers from the accident. But Daniel Vale is no ordinary man, as Blake soon discovers. Daniel is Vampire, and not only that, works for the US government in a secret department of the FBI.
At first wary of the undeniably handsome vampire, Blake cannot resist Daniel’s allure for long. From the moment Daniel shows up at Blake’s apartment with a poisoned silver sword imbedded in his side, Blake is hurled into an adventure he never dreamed he would be a part of.
Demons, ancient gods and a vindictive goddess determined to tear apart the fragile fabric of world peace after the Middle East War, can only be stopped by other supernatural beings–vampires. And Blake finds himself caught up in the fight, whether he wants to be or not. Can his fledging relationship with Daniel possibly survive? He’d thought it crazy enough he’d fallen for a vampire, but the rest of it? What would his mother say?
Somewhere in the Middle East 2035AD
The tall man dressed in the long black robes of his faith descended the steps that would take him to a secret place, a sacred place, the entrance of which, long sealed by time had been laid bare by the blast from an allied bomb. Abir El-Hashem had discovered this place and had realized at once from the tales of his childhood what it was and what it could mean for him. His chest had throbbed with anticipation laced with fear, for here was the answer to everything he desired. Vengeance on the infidels that had destroyed his country and proclaimed victory in the War that had raged for ten long years, killing hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers alike. El-Hashem had immediately sworn the two men accompanying him to silence. No one but them must know of what they had discovered. They alone must have the power to make the infidels pay.
Lifting the scroll he carried in one hand and a flashlight in the other, he surveyed the ancient words that would bring forth the one who could change the world–and destroy those who had invaded this land and laid it to waste. Breathing deeply, he began to chant in a language long forgotten, just like the god he now sought to bring into the light.
“Horam! I bid thee rise. Thy people need thee in their hour of darkness. Oh, great Horam, Lord of all things on earth, hear my plea… arise and bring the infidels to their knees…”
Somewhere in the bowels of the earth, deeper even than that of the Demonworld, something stirred. An ancient being, older than the sands of the desert, forgotten to mankind for eons, forgotten even by the gods that ruled after him. Horam… Legend had it that he once reigned supreme over gods and man alike, over all beings, demons, vampires, all that filled the darkness and were the stuff of folklore and nightmares. And now, from a millennium of sleep, he awoke to the call in his ancient tongue, the intoned words filling him with new life. He awoke to the awareness that all other gods had been swept away, leaving him to rule alone once again. History may have forgotten him, those who had once knelt in obeisance might be no more, but the mad ambition that had driven him to kill those closest to him all those centuries ago, still burned like a festering greed inside him.
Horam, Ruler of the Underworld, Demigod of Darkness, answered the call. He would rise again, determined to once more strike terror into the hearts of men and women. Ruling by any other means was unacceptable to him. Death and destruction would be the price for those who questioned his authority. The world may have moved on, faiths and beliefs may have changed, but Horam would be the one to bring humanity to heel, and all those who would spurn him would die. Be they human or immortal, they would feel the fury of his displeasure should they not bow the knee.
Unfortunately, Horam was not the only one to awaken…
J.P. Bowie was born and raised in Aberdeen, Scotland. He wrote his first (unpublished) novel at the age of 14 – a science fiction tale of brawny men and brawnier women that made him a little suspect in the eyes of his family for a while.
Leaving home at age eighteen for the bright lights of London, he found himself in the midst of a “diverse and creative crowd” that eventually led him to the performing arts. For the next twelve years he sang, danced and acted his way around the theatres of London and the provinces, appearing in shows with many famous British singers, actors and comedians. He immigrated to the US and made his home in Las Vegas, working for that illustrious duo, Siegfried and Roy.
J.P. wrote his first gay mystery in 2000, and after having it rejected by every publisher in the universe, he opted to put his money where his mouth is and self published A Portrait of Phillip. Now several books, short stories and novellas later, he is writing m/m erotica almost exclusively. J.P.’s favorite singer is Ella Fitzgerald, and his favorite man is Phil, his partner of 15 years.