Title: The Necromancer’s Dilemma
Author: S J Himes
Series: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer #2
Release Date: July 2016
Genre: MM Romance, Fantasy
Even love can die without trust.
Angel’s brother, Isaac, has returned home, and the pair begin to make slow and awkward attempts back to each other. Learning how to be a brother to a grown man instead of a parental figure has Angel adjusting his behaviors and habits, and Isaac still remains a mystery. Was it merely entering adulthood that turned Isaac away from an overprotective Angel, or does Isaac carry a secret that will keep them from finally being a real family?
Daniel Macavoy, Angel’s new apprentice, is torn between his bond with Angel and the grasping machinations of his father. Dealing with a traumatized apprentice with dangerous holes in his magical education, saving Daniel may be harder than Angel first thought—especially since the biggest problem is not revenge, but guilt.
The one shining beacon in his life is Simeon, Elder vampire of Boston’s only Bloodclan. Four hundred years old and sexy as sin, Simeon is warrior and sage, patient and cunning. The strength Angel draws from Simeon’s devotion and the newborn mate-bond between them is steadfast and true…and the fount of death magic that animates the undead lord places Angel in the midst of a power struggle for control over himself, his lover, and his family.
Through it all, Angel is beleaguered by the unwanted attention of a troll-hybrid, the adventures of a dragon in the city, and a serial killer has decided to hunt the back alleys and midnight streets of Boston.
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30193913-the-necromancer-s-dilemma?ac=1&from_search=true
Daniel puttered about the kitchen, and Angel paused at the threshold, wondering. The boy’s smartphone was out, the screen just fading to black as he came in. He didn’t hear it ring, so maybe a text from someone? Voicemail? Daniel looked lost, scared, and whatever joy and pride in himself he’d found at the police station was gone as if it never was.
His apprentice looked up from the kettle he was holding, having been staring down at the object that almost made him lose a hand. Daniel put it down on the stove, and gave him a small smile. “Yeah?”
“Is everything alright?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been going back to Macavoy Court a lot the last few weeks. Is your father well?” Angel managed to ask without anything but honest concern showing on his face or in his voice, and was proud of himself.
Saying the Macavoy name no longer made him grimace, but he still got a twinge in his chest. He never blamed Daniel for anything in their shared past, but Leicester, Daniel’s father, he blamed plenty. How the sorcerer managed to avoid prison when his wife and his brothers all ended up there was a mystery to Angel. Growing up in that place had to have been hard for Daniel, from what little he shared. Agoraphobia, depression, and what sounded like bipolar disorder was probably what afflicted the elder Macavoy, and he was convinced Leicester never accepted treatment for any of it.
“Father…Father has been ill. The last few months have taken a toll on him,” Daniel admitted, hugging himself.
“Do you need anything? Can I help?” Angel ventured closer, leaning on the island.
“I may need to go see him more. Don’t think he has long left,” Daniel whispered. His already pale face went whiter.
“If you want, I can go with you? He may not want to see me, but I might be able to help if it’s serious enough?”
“No! Please, don’t,” Daniel gasped out, and Angel was relieved despite his offer. He had no idea how he would handle seeing Leicester in person.
“Ok, I won’t.” Angel smiled, rubbing Daniel’s tense shoulder. “I won’t do anything unless you ask. Go see him tomorrow.”
“Won’t we be working on the case?”
“It’ll keep until you get back. No classes tomorrow, so we can all have a lazy morning. Go see your dad, yeah?”
Daniel bit his lip, chewing on the poor bit of flesh so hard Angel winced. Daniel gave him a searching glance from under thick lashes, and he waited, patient. Waiting with Daniel always worked the best.
“Do, do I have to?” Daniel whispered.
Angel blinked, surprised. “Do you not want to see your father? Go home for a visit? You’re not my slave, kiddo. You can go home anytime you want. It’s just safer for you here with me.”
“I hate it there,” Daniel confessed, tears in his dark eyes and pain in his voice. Angel froze, again hiding his reaction. Daniel needed him to be calm.
“Is he a danger to you?” Angel asked, gently tugging at Daniel until his apprentice huddled against his side. The poor boy curled into him, and despite being taller than Angel, Daniel rested his head on Angel’s shoulder and shuddered out a long, wet breath that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
“Daniel, is Leicester dangerous? Does he hurt you?” Angel asked again, firmer. Daniel shuddered again, and gave Angel a small, hesitant nod. His guts chilled with a sick fear, and he had to know. Leicester’s life depended on his son’s answer. “Does he hurt you like Deimos did, or does he hurt you some other way?”
Daniel sniffled, but shook his head. “Hits me, uses magic sometimes,” Daniel whispered into his shoulder. Angel’s anger roiled in his belly, chasing away the cold terror, and he took a deep, even breath before he lost control, got in a taxi, and went to Cambridge in the middle of the night to beat the ever-loving fuck out of Leicester Macavoy.Angel hugged Daniel to him, and rubbed his back until he calmed. “Thank you for telling me. And no, you need never go back there if you don’t want to. I’ll keep you for as long as you want, probably a bit longer just in case.”
Title: The Necromancer’s Dance
Release Date: February 26th 2016
In a world where magic is real and evil walks amongst humanity, a young sorcerer is beset upon by enemies, both old and new. Angelus Salvatore is the only necromancer in all of Boston, and his name is whispered warily by the undead and fellow sorcerers alike. He and his brother Isaac are the lone survivors of an attack by an army of the undead, in which Angel used a spell so powerful it forever marked his place in history. Now, years later, Angel struggles to balance his career as a teacher of the higher magical arts, his role as big brother, and a tenuous relationship with an Elder vampire from the local clan. When his brother’s boyfriend is used as a pawn in a mysterious plot to draw Angel out, Angel is once again pulled back into the old hostilities that fueled the Blood Wars and led to his family’s death.
Leaning on others for help is something Angel cannot do, and while he searches for clues into who may be targeting him and his brother, Angel finds his heart steadily growing occupied with Simeon, Elder and vampire. Dealing with death magic and vampires on a daily basis may leave Angel jaded when it comes to life and staying that way, but the more time he spends fending off the ancient vampire’s attention and affections, the more he realizes he wants to give in.
Can Angel find out who wants him dead, and keep his heart safe in the process? How can he fall for a vampire, when his whole family was torn apart by an army of the undead?
Death stalks the streets of Boston’s historic Beacon Hill….and there is no one more suited to battle against death than a necromancer.
MATURE CONTENT Contains graphic violence, male/male sexual contact, a cranky necromancer, a sexy Irish vampire, and a pesky demon.
Buy Link: Amazon Universal (also available on Kindle Unlimited)
I’m a thirty something bisexual cisgendered woman with way too big an imagination, but that comes in handy when I’m writing. I have been writing since I was a child, when I took a four page assignment on what I was going to do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by hand…in crayons. No joke.
I work a day job, but I can’t share for who, since the Old Man isn’t as liberated as the people who read my books. I’m married, I have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd, that’s embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel movie.
I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis (bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don’t think it’s odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning….less a scent, and more of an experience.
My writing is focused on gay and lesbian people, who are more than interesting side characters that hang out with the heterosexual MCs. My wish for the future is that when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say, “I write gay romance,” and NOT get weird looks.
My alter ego is Revella Hawthorne, and I'm writing the Bred For Love series under that name.