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Did someone request a Pagan Inspirational Romance novel?
More specifically an erotic, gay, disabled pagan inspirational romance novel?
Shell Shocked
BLURB:
Sean Dempsey came home from Iraq with artificial knees, scorched retinas and a lot of baggage. He supplements his disability checks with money made writing romance novels under a female pseudonym, ironic as he has grown very nervous around women since a certain suicide bomber. When he meets Gabriel Herne, legless phone psychic, the sparks startle him. It's everything he's written about and never believed.
Swept into a whirlwind romance, Sean has to learn about his newfound bisexuality and his lover's pagan faith at the same time. And when he has a religious experience of his own, he discovers everything changes in its time, just like the Wheel of the Year.
NOTE: This novel contains erotic scenes of hot men celebrating pagan holidays in an accurate depiction of the Wheel of the Year.
Tasha came back to check on them and Sean finally looked at her. "Two cups of coffee, hon, and put that on my check." He looked at Gabe. "You okay with being awake for the next seventy-two hours?"
Gabe smiled and touched his hand again. "I am, if you are."
Sean shuddered and pulled his hand away. "It's not you. I mean, I know you're hitting on me and I'm fine with it being you. But I have--"
"Issues?" Gabe supplied.
"A whole fucking subscription. Another long story." Sean sighed and sipped the coffee. "I follow Joss Whedon's philosophy of sex, as set down in the sacred text of Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Sean's face changed from glum to mock-serious.
Gabe giggled. "Sex is bad, all vampires are gay and sexbots are hot?"
Sean finally smiled at this. "Maybe not the last part."
Gabe nodded. "It's all right. Hey, look me up if you want a reading or a friend or just someone to sit with at the clinic." He dropped a fiver on the table to cover his lunch.
Sean paid his own. "I'll, uh, power you back home, if you'd like."
Gabe's smile dazzled him. "I'd like. A lot."
The Donald building was an art deco nightmare of beige stone and fake marble. Gabe directed him first to the mailboxes and then the elevator. The four button was low enough Gabe didn't have any trouble reaching it. They rode up, Sean listening to the creaks of the old cables and breathing deeply. The walls stayed in place, barely inching inward on him. It was only four floors, he reminded himself. The cables wouldn't break, and if they did, it wasn't that far to fall. He took another deep breath as the elevator doors opened.
Four B was about what Sean had expected, older than his place, airier and not so dingy. It was filled with furniture that had been second-hand two tenants ago. Most of it was the same height as Gabe's chair. The counters in the tiny kitchen had been lowered for him. A hot plate sat on a lower counter, in place of the stove whose knobs Gabe could not reach. A low futon, unmade, with pillows and comforter in disarray filled almost the entire bedroom floor, under a wall full of posters. Sean recognized Jim Morrison and a couple others looked vaguely familiar.
Half of the front room could be curtained off. It was hung with tapestries and rugs and a large astrological chart. The profusion of tassels and floor pillows made it look like insane gypsies--insane, colorblind gypsies, Sean amended silently―had run riot. The short little table held a covered crystal ball, and the whole place smelled vaguely of incense. Sean didn't miss the small statue of a man with antlers hanging on the wall of Gabe's area. It was about where a Catholic family would hang a crucifix or Sacred Heart painting.
"Atmosphere is everything," Gabe said when he caught Sean looking.
"It's all on the floor." Sean looked puzzled. "How do you---?"
"Get there? Getting down out of the chair is easy enough. As for how I get around...You ever see a movie called Freaks?"
"One of my favorites." Then it hit Sean. "You walk in on your hands like Johnnie Eck." He caught himself making the motion and stopped hastily.
"Exactly. It has quite the effect. Gabriel Herne, the Half-Gypsy, in whom deformity of the body has opened the Third Eye. I have a whole costume."
Shell Shocked
BLURB:
Sean Dempsey came home from Iraq with artificial knees, scorched retinas and a lot of baggage. He supplements his disability checks with money made writing romance novels under a female pseudonym, ironic as he has grown very nervous around women since a certain suicide bomber. When he meets Gabriel Herne, legless phone psychic, the sparks startle him. It's everything he's written about and never believed.
Swept into a whirlwind romance, Sean has to learn about his newfound bisexuality and his lover's pagan faith at the same time. And when he has a religious experience of his own, he discovers everything changes in its time, just like the Wheel of the Year.
NOTE: This novel contains erotic scenes of hot men celebrating pagan holidays in an accurate depiction of the Wheel of the Year.
Tasha came back to check on them and Sean finally looked at her. "Two cups of coffee, hon, and put that on my check." He looked at Gabe. "You okay with being awake for the next seventy-two hours?"
Gabe smiled and touched his hand again. "I am, if you are."
Sean shuddered and pulled his hand away. "It's not you. I mean, I know you're hitting on me and I'm fine with it being you. But I have--"
"Issues?" Gabe supplied.
"A whole fucking subscription. Another long story." Sean sighed and sipped the coffee. "I follow Joss Whedon's philosophy of sex, as set down in the sacred text of Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Sean's face changed from glum to mock-serious.
Gabe giggled. "Sex is bad, all vampires are gay and sexbots are hot?"
Sean finally smiled at this. "Maybe not the last part."
Gabe nodded. "It's all right. Hey, look me up if you want a reading or a friend or just someone to sit with at the clinic." He dropped a fiver on the table to cover his lunch.
Sean paid his own. "I'll, uh, power you back home, if you'd like."
Gabe's smile dazzled him. "I'd like. A lot."
The Donald building was an art deco nightmare of beige stone and fake marble. Gabe directed him first to the mailboxes and then the elevator. The four button was low enough Gabe didn't have any trouble reaching it. They rode up, Sean listening to the creaks of the old cables and breathing deeply. The walls stayed in place, barely inching inward on him. It was only four floors, he reminded himself. The cables wouldn't break, and if they did, it wasn't that far to fall. He took another deep breath as the elevator doors opened.
Four B was about what Sean had expected, older than his place, airier and not so dingy. It was filled with furniture that had been second-hand two tenants ago. Most of it was the same height as Gabe's chair. The counters in the tiny kitchen had been lowered for him. A hot plate sat on a lower counter, in place of the stove whose knobs Gabe could not reach. A low futon, unmade, with pillows and comforter in disarray filled almost the entire bedroom floor, under a wall full of posters. Sean recognized Jim Morrison and a couple others looked vaguely familiar.
Half of the front room could be curtained off. It was hung with tapestries and rugs and a large astrological chart. The profusion of tassels and floor pillows made it look like insane gypsies--insane, colorblind gypsies, Sean amended silently―had run riot. The short little table held a covered crystal ball, and the whole place smelled vaguely of incense. Sean didn't miss the small statue of a man with antlers hanging on the wall of Gabe's area. It was about where a Catholic family would hang a crucifix or Sacred Heart painting.
"Atmosphere is everything," Gabe said when he caught Sean looking.
"It's all on the floor." Sean looked puzzled. "How do you---?"
"Get there? Getting down out of the chair is easy enough. As for how I get around...You ever see a movie called Freaks?"
"One of my favorites." Then it hit Sean. "You walk in on your hands like Johnnie Eck." He caught himself making the motion and stopped hastily.
"Exactly. It has quite the effect. Gabriel Herne, the Half-Gypsy, in whom deformity of the body has opened the Third Eye. I have a whole costume."
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