Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Blog Tour: Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters (Offbeat Crimes #1) by Angel Martinez


We are thrilled to have Angel Martinez with us today here at Sinfully as she celebrates the release of Lime Gelatin & Other Monsters.

Available to purchase now from Pride Publishing and pre-order from Amazon for the general release date of 16th August.


Questions for Paranormal Officers 2

(A series in which we ask the officers in the 77th Precincts squad room questions. We’ve confiscated their car keys and transit tokens, so they have to answer before they get to go home.)

What’s the weirdest situation you’ve ever found yourself in?

Carrington Loveless III (skim blood vampire): *sniffs* That should be “in which you’ve ever found yourself.”

Amanda Zacchini (post-cognitive): Stop being a grammar drama queen and answer the question, Carr.

Loveless: You meant grammar nazi?

Zacchini: Nope. Not in your case.

Loveless: Wounded, Manda. Just cut me down and stomp on me. It was probably the day I came out to my family. Not as a gay man. They’ve always politely ignored that. As a vampire. I suppose I had pictured hysterics and screaming, 911 calls, that sort of thing. They stared at me around the dining room table a moment. Then my mother said, “Well, that’s a shame, Carrington. You’ll miss the Point-to-Point this year.” My Auntie Helena asked if I had a good specialist. That was that.

Vance Virago (inconsistent Firestarter): You have the weirdest fucking family.

Loveless: Different priorities. They had a more difficult time adjusting to my choosing a law enforcement career. Vance, does your rude comment mean you want to answer next?

Virago: Weirdest thing that’s happened to me is getting assigned to this looney bin.

Jeff Gatling (fruit teleporter): Vance, bud, not cool. Weirdest thing that ever happened to me was figuring out what I do. Which happened at a produce stand. It was messy.

Kyle Monroe (Kirby-style talent absorber): Can’t have been messier than when you—

Gatling: Don’t, Kyle. Just don’t go there.

Monroe: Sorry. Okay, so you guys probably think my weirdest was the Attack of the Lime Jell-O Day. But I’ve got a weirder one.

Vikash Soren (paranormal talent unclassified): How’s that even possible?

Monroe: There’s weird and then there’s weird. The lieutenant can confirm. It was when I first started here, without a partner so I was working without a partner. There was this guy who was supposedly selling spells over near the waterfront. You remember, Amanda?

Zacchini: Yeah. He was creepy. But we never found him selling anything.

Monroe: Right. So one evening, I followed him. Trying to keep back. Trying not to be too obvious. But I’m pretty sure he knew I was there. He went down into the sewers, down the Wingohocking Creek pipe, the one that’s big enough to drive a garbage truck through. I know, a little off our normal patrol routes, but this guy was shady. I was all gung-ho to see what his deal was, right? So I followed him down and found him standing out by the sluice gate and it’s getting dark, so he’s just this shadow against the Frankford. He turns to stare at me and I got this awful feeling like I wanted to run. Just panic and run screaming. Then he starts laughing, this god-awful croaking laugh that echoes down the pipe. And he melts. Just freaking melts out of his clothes and into the creek.

Soren: Ah. Thank you, Kyle. Now we can all have nightmares. I’m not telling a story after that.

The remaining officers refused to answer the question. Since we were all thoroughly freaked out by now and it was getting dark, we let them off the hook.


Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters

(Offbeat Crimes #1)

Angel Martinez

limegelatinandothermonsters_800Publisher ~ Pride Publishing

Published ~ Pride Publishing

Genre ~ Paranormal M/M Romance

Release Date ~ 16th August 2016



Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to a precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.

Just as he’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, Kyle’s new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved, and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways. If they can learn to work together, they might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.

Series Info

Offbeat Crimes:

Every region has them, but no police department talks about them—the weird crimes, the encounters with creatures out of nightmares. The 77th Precincts exist in certain cities to handle paranormal crime and containment, usually staffed with experienced officers exhibiting psychic abilities.

In Philadelphia, through an odd mix of budget issues and circumstance, the 77th is manned entirely by officers with bizarre or severely limited psychic talents. The firestarter who can’t get a spark when it’s humid. The vampire who can’t drink whole blood. These are the stories of the misfits, the outcasts from even the strangeness of the paranormal community. Call them freaks, but they’re police officers first, serving and protecting, even if their methods aren’t always normal procedure.

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Kyle sat up straighter, shifting to see between the heads in front of him. Soren looked like a poster boy for the model police officer, tall and straight, uniform crisp and sharp. He stood at parade rest beside the lieutenant impassively surveying his new colleagues. A little knot of resentment lodged in Kyle’s stomach. At his own introduction to the Seventy-seventh, he’d been nervous and fidgety, freaked out by the collection of…freaks. How can he be so calm?

“Officer Soren transferred from the Harrisburg PD—”

“Don’t they have enough freaky shit of their own up there?” Wolf called out in his rasping growl.

“—since Harrisburg is in our jurisdiction,” she continued with a quelling glance. “He’ll start out partnered with Monroe.”

“What does he do, ma’am? That it’s safe to put him with Kirby, er, Kyle?” Shira Lourdes asked as she flicked nervous glances across the room at Kyle. An empty chair slid away from her and fell over. Her partner, Greg Santos, shook his head and righted the unfortunate piece of furniture.

“Officer Soren’s abilities are his business, which he may or may not choose to share if you ask. And don’t bully him about it either, any of you.” Lieutenant Dunfee swept the room again, pinning each of her officers with her needle-laser gaze like captive butterflies. “Monroe, my office after briefing. Info on your current case.”

She dismissed them, stalking from the room with thunderclouds in her eyes. Kyle found himself approaching the new guy and trying his best not to be awkward. Did he offer to shake hands? Was it safe? Would the guy flinch like so many people did at the sight of Kyle’s scarred hands? Soren was even taller up close, six-foot-three of lean inscrutability, his blue eyes startlingly bright against smoky bronze skin.

“Um, hi, I’m Kyle Monroe.” Kyle fidgeted when Soren didn’t offer his hand either. “You’re with me, I guess. I’ll show you our spot in the squad room.”

Soren followed him silently and Kyle was starting to wonder if he was like Krisk in the not-speaking department until he finally spoke in a smooth, soft baritone, making Kyle startle and miss a step. “Why do they call you Kirby?”

“You’d hear it sooner or later, I guess.” Kyle shrugged. “It’s this thing I do, absorbing other people’s talents temporarily. If they’re close to me. Or touch me. Like Kirby, the little pink dude in the video game.”


Just that? Soren didn’t edge away, or change expression at all. Was he made of stone? “It’s a thing. Everyone here has a thing.”

After a few more steps, Soren asked, “Always?”

“What…oh, was I always like this? Who knows? I mean, maybe I’ve picked up stray thoughts or something, but no. It’s pretty recent. Knowing that I do this.”

Kyle took a wide arc around Vance as he entered the squad room, pointing to the double desk in the far corner, well removed from everyone else. “That’s ours. Coffee’s over there, but you might not want that coffee. Let me grab my file and we’ll go see the lieutenant.”

“So what’s your story, Soren?” Vance called across the squad room. “What flies your freak flag?”

“Yeah, what do you do?” Jeff Gatling stopped ’porting his banana from one corner of his desk to the other.

“I don’t really do anything,” Soren answered as he hefted the empty coffee pot. “Guess I’ll make fresh since I’m the new guy.”

He opened the top to remove the filter and every human voice in the squad room yelled out, “No!”

Most people would have startled, maybe dropped the carafe. Soren just blinked at the roomful of people gesturing wildly. He took the filter out and emptied it over the trashcan. “Why not?”

“You don’t want to do that.” Kyle stayed by his desk, a nice safe distance from the coffee station. “That’s Larry’s job.”

“Larry’s not keeping up then.”

The container of sweetener packets began to rattle. It shivered across the counter and leaped to a messy end, ceramic shards skittering across the floor. The desk that Krisk and Wolf shared rose from the floor several inches and slammed back down. Wolf fled with a squeaking yelp just before the desk flipped on its side.

Soren glanced toward Kyle. “Larry’s not a cop, is he?”

“He is…he was! A dead cop. Larry’s a ghost. He gets ticked if anyone else makes the coffee. Put the stuff back, please!”

“Larry?” Soren raised his voice but to all appearances remained completely unruffled. “I’m new here. I’m very sorry I invaded your jurisdiction. See? I’m putting the carafe back. Closing the top. Are we good, Larry?”

A breeze ruffled through a stack of papers, but no further mayhem ensued. The carafe slid from its pad on the coffeemaker and floated to the water cooler where Larry, who never manifested in a visible form, whistled tunelessly while he filled the carafe.

From his dim corner of the room, Carrington said in his dry, genteel way, “Welcome to the Island of Misfit Freaks.”


Meet Angel Martinez

The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, gave birth to one amazing son, and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

Published since 2006, Angel's cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You'll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don't expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.

She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes. Email:



1 comment:

  1. I loved this book the first time around and I'm just reading it in its new incarnation, so I still love it. Congratulations Angel on your book release.