QSFer Kim Fielding has a new MM paranormal romance out: Chambered.
Agent Dash Cooke likes simple assignments: annihilate the dangerous monsters and move on. He likes a simple life too: a furnished apartment that he switches out for a new one every few years and no messy personal connections.
Then his boss gives him an assignment that’s not simple at all.
Reports claim that a beautiful old house in Sacramento is haunted by a poltergeist, but Dash soon discovers a very different type of spirit. Henry will be destroyed if Dash evicts him. And suddenly Dash’s life has become very complicated indeed.
Even if he hadn’t been jet-lagged, Dash wouldn’t have had the faintest idea what the hell his boss was getting at. He yawned hugely before responding. “And this important assignment you called me back from vacation for?”
With an enigmatic little snort, Townsend returned the bottle to his desk drawer and lit another cigarette. They both watched the smoke rise slowly toward the ceiling. If Dash squinted just a little, the smoke resembled a living thing: a genie not quite formed, a demon coalescing, a ghost that had forgotten how to look human. He shuddered and wished again for his bed.
“Poltergeist,” Townsend said at last.
“We have received reports of a poltergeist in Sacramento. Lights flickering, dishes crashing to the floor, furniture toppling, floors thumping. That sort of thing.” Townsend pointed his cigarette at Dash. “You’ll head up there in the morning to investigate.”
With a great deal of effort, Dash quelled the tempest of cursing that threatened to erupt. “A fucking poltergeist? That’s the big emergency?”
The chief shrugged. “There is a time element.”
Dash doubted that. Poltergeists could be a pain in the ass, but they were rarely dangerous, and even then, they started at barely annoying and slowly worked their way up. Cleaning them out wasn’t a risky process, but it was tedious.
“Chief, I don’t do poltergeists. You know that. Get Chen or Douglas to do it—they’re good at that kind of thing. They enjoy it, even.” In fact, given the opportunity, Chen would corner people in the HQ cafeteria and go on at excruciating length about differences between ghosts and poltergeists and the latest techniques in cleansing either of these unwanted guests from someone’s home. Douglas was quieter about it, but she loved those jobs too. Dash hated them; you
couldn’t shoot a spirit.
“Agent Cooke, you are the optimal choice for this particular
And that was that. Because at least as far as the West Coast Bureau was concerned, Townsend’s word was law.
Kim Fielding is very pleased every time someone calls her eclectic.
Winner of the BookLife Prize for Fiction, a Lambda Award finalist
and three-time Foreword INDIE finalist, she has migrated back and
forth across the western two-thirds of the United States and currently
lives in California, where she long ago ran out of bookshelf space.
She’s a university professor who dreams of being able to travel and
write full time. She also dreams of having two daughters who fully
appreciate her, a husband who isn’t obsessed with football, and a
house that cleans itself. Some dreams are more easily obtained than