The Pinch of the Game
Published: June 24, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal M/M Romance, Mystery.
Being a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.
Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.
Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.
Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.
Michael chuckled, and it sounded a lot like the way he’d growled earlier. “Can’t. I already told him you were here. I go back empty-handed and he’ll have my ass beat and send someone else.”
I answered with a different kind of shiver. “Yeah. I’ll go with you, Michael. At least I can flirt on the way, make you squirm. Have a little fun.”
He didn’t make any move to get up, his hand roving over my skin, the other arm loose and easy around my shoulders. It had been a long time since anyone wanted to spend time with me without trying to win their money back. If it turned out to be my last night, I could do worse than Michael….
“What’s your last name?”
“Why?” That fast he was completely still. For a second I would’ve sworn his heart even stopped.
“Come on, I can’t do anything. I just want to hear your full name.”
“Wells. Michael Wells.”
“Nothing in the middle?”
Michael Wells sighed and hugged me tighter. Damn.
“The last-wish deal says I get to hear your middle name.”
He snorted. A big puff of breath lifted my hair off my face, and I almost laughed out loud.
“Don’t you want to run? Shouldn’t that be your wish?”
Meet Charlie Descoteaux
Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.
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