Roman by Hurri Cosmo [Book Spotlight – MM Paranormal Romance]March 21, 2020
I belong to a Demon Lord. His name is Roman. He’s tall, strong, has long dark hair, a deep sexy voice and, let me tell you, absolutely f-ing gorgeous. Yep. I even wear his ring. Third finger, left hand.
Except – its’s not a wedding band. Far from it, actually. It simply means I’m his submissive.
Well – it doesn’t really mean that either, although I wish it did.
No. The ring’s function is only to give me “sight”. Being human, once I had it on, I could suddenly see Roman’s stupid lost legions; very nasty scary things that would as soon kill me as look at me. And because I wear the ring, guess what? It’s now my job to recapture all those creatures for him. Yay me, right?
At least I get to be close to Roman… sometimes.
But, to tell you the truth, I was tricked into putting this damn ring on by Cathy, some random woman I met at a park, who unfortunately likes Roman, too. A whole lot. She brazenly flirts with the demon every chance she gets and right in front of me, too. Crap, it pisses me off. In fact, she brags she was the one who found me, got the ring on me and then offered me up to Roman like I was a T-bone steak or something.
Well – honestly – that part’s okay.
However, there’s something else going on. Something big. Because there’s another gorgeous Demon Lord in our little earth realm and he will stop at nothing to capture Roman’s loose legions for himself. Not only that, seems he’s out to catch me, as well.
Huh. My name is Micah and things just got very interesting.
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She laughed bitterly. “Yeah, but what you’re seeing outside is? I’m telling you the truth.”
“Okay, you have a point, but what it seems to me you’re telling me is some made up concoction that covers upthe truth.” Her eyes narrow in anger. “But, let’s say I believe you. What does he have to do with this? What is this ‘passing on of the talent’ shit and that… that ring have to do with all of this?” They were interrupted again with a loud crashing sound. It was still outside but it was clear what they were trying to do. “Look, Cathy, kudos to your circle and all but I would feel a lot better if we were able to get away altogether from those… whatever they are out there. Somehow, we need to get back to my car. Any ideas?”
She glared at him, obviously hurt by, first, him not going all jelly and drama with her story and, then, with his distrust in her hastily poured salt circle. Then something clicked behind those big brown doe-like eyes. “Actually, there’s a tunnel. It goes back…” She seemed to stop to think. “Oh. To the park. It goes to the park. Well, I mean, it goes to the sewer system and you can get to the park by it.”
Micah did laugh this time. “A tunnel? For real? Dark and dank, just like in all those slasher movies? Man, I did not see that coming. Although I admit, I should have.” He laughed again.
“It’ll all make sense, I promise. There’s so much more to tell you.”
“Oh, believe me, none of this is ever going to make any sense. But don’t worry. I’ll still listen to your story as soon as we get away from here. I suppose the entrance to this tunnel is in the basement?” She sighed, then nodded. “Perfect. Just fucking perfect.” He rose to his feet just as the shuffling noises increased, this time the sounds of crackling wood joined in. He found himself questioning the intelligence of these demons. Wouldn’t it be far easier to come through a window instead of a wall? “Lead away.”
It was an old house. Old houses had scary, smelly basements. The stairs were always narrow and creaky and there was ever only that one naked light bulb hung on a thin wire that once you pulled on the chain to turn it on, it pushed out only enough light to define the deep shadows, not chase them away. It would also swing on that thin wire making those deep shadows move with a life of their own. Common sense told you it was nothing, your fiercely beating heart told you it was every ghost and goblin from your childhood come to steal your soul.
Cathy had grabbed a flashlight, an indication the basement itself was going to be their first challenge, and when they reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned it on. The shadows scattered like leaves before a storm. It felt almost powerful; like it released some kind of energy with its beam. He shook his head. The only powerful thing in this basement right now was his imagination. He stuck close behind Cathy as she moved haltingly toward a far wall. Micah gazed up at that wall trying to see a door or an opening, but he saw nothing. Possibly the tunnel was hidden and would only open to those who knew which brick to push. Maybe the wall itself was an illusion. You simply walked right through. Perhaps that wall was not where she was going.
It might even be she brought me down here to murder me and eat my beating heart.
Crap. Get a hold of yourself, you idiot.
She stopped in the middle of the floor and swung the light around as if looking for something.
Are you kidding me?
“You… you do know where this tunnel is, don’t you?”
“Well, not really. I’ve never used it. I only know it exists.” She swung the light back fast, again making the shadows dance. Micah had a feeling the shadows did not like to dance.
“Give me that thing.” He grabbed the flashlight from her and stepped in front, moving the beam of light slowly this time along the walls. There. Right there. Micah spotted an indent in the wall. He walked quickly over to it, trying hard to ignore the fact that several small, and maybe some not so small, animals skittered across the floor at his approach, the light and his eye just catching the movement, not the actual sight of any of them.
Oh man. This was sooo not good.
But the light did illuminate that indent in the wall and, hallelujah, yes indeed, this was a door. He handed the flashlight to Cathy and reached out to the recessed handle, sticking his hand into the ugly hole, feeling ancient spider webs bar his way. He swallowed hard but pushed through, grabbing the cold metal of the handle and twisted it. It screamed, metal against metal, but it turned, and he felt it release the door as the plunger inched back. Keeping a hold on the handle he pulled, but the door didn’t move. “Shit.” He knew on some level that was what would happen. He absolutely knew the door would be stuck and they would be trapped down here, like rats. The flesh-hungry zombies, dressed like school children, would lumber down the stairs and…
Just as he was about to finish that gruesome and bloody fantasy in his head, there was a crash upstairs.
Demons were in the house.
GUEST POST: MY FIRST BOOK, ‘UNTIL YOU’
I loved the View Finder manga series with Asami and Akihito Takaba. I got a little bored with it around the seventh book or so. It seemed to me the writing had changed but in truth I think it was me who changed. All I wanted was for the two main characters to finally get together. As far as I know, they never do… or maybe did. I did quit reading the series. But I really needed Asami to be nicer to Takaba, to want him to be safe, to want them both to be exclusive.
What it boils down to, is I am a happy ending junkie. I love them. I have trouble with angst. Too much of it and I can’t continue reading the book or manga. Or watch the show. There was this show my daughter loves, and she wanted me to watch it with her. It was a romantic “dramedy” (a drama/comedy) and, at first, I liked it. I believe at the time she had me start watching it, the show was in the third or fourth season. I was just starting, but my daughter never minds watching something she likes again and again. I have to admit, the first season was good. Funny, sad, exciting, upsetting, all that stuff that makes for a good series. The love interests meet each other and there is that spark and then they begin the long journey to each other but by the end of the first season they were nowhere near together. No big deal. Everyone knows about the Sam and Diane debacle. The second they got together the top-rated show they were in dropped in the ratings like a rock. It was understandable.
But then the second season offered pretty much the same thing. Good, right? Well, I was getting a little anxious about all the “bad” things that kept happening that kept these two apart. It was the old adage of one step forward, three (or in this case twelve) steps back. I started to ask if it got better.
“Come on, do they ever get together?”
“Watch the show, mom. I’m not going to tell you!”
Around the middle of the third season, when the on-again/off-again main couple was way off again, I decided to throw in the towel. This was not a good show for me. My daughter loved it. Many did. It was a hit. But it was pissing me off. I needed some closure evidently faster than this show was going to give. Oh well.
But back to the Finder series.
This was when I discovered Fanfiction. Good fanfiction. I was on this “Finder” fan site called Live Journal and people would share their work. Some was good, some was really bad, but some was incredibly awesome and honestly gave me what I thought Takaba and Asami needed. A happy ever after. And then I got this idea that I could do this too. Write. So I did. Asami was a gangster (although in my mind, still a good guy) and Takaba was a photographer. For the story, I kept them in those basic jobs. But since I love starting from the beginning incorporating when they meet, how they flirt or get to know each other, and how they fall in love and get together, I did an “Other World” story. A completely different realm from the manga. The title I gave it: “Until You.” I even wrote a poem for it. (I actually quote from that poem in this, my latest book, Roman – Demon Rising). I was blessed because Until You was very well received as the Finder fan fiction it was. I even had a fan of the story do some fan art to go with it. So I continued to write. Eventually, I converted “Until You” (and some of my other works from that site) into a “main stream story” by changing the names and where it took place. Until You went on to become one of my most reacted to books, at least on Goodreads. Unfortunately, it’s “dark” again. Not available. The publisher that had it is out of business. But it still holds a big place in my heart as the very first story I ever wrote (and finished) and published.
So I write for those people who, at least occasionally, feel the same way. I’m okay with the fact I will probably never write anything “important” but I guess I will have to see where my imagination takes me. I would love it if you would come along.
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