QSFer Toni Griffin has a new MM paranormal book out:
Long nights hunting supernatural beings means little time for love in Adze’s life. He and his pack mates are what protects Melbourne, and Australia, from the things that go bump in the night—very real spirits and demons who prey on humans.
Every day Archie’s life is consumed by work as he desperately tries to pay back his student debt and a loan a boyfriend took out in his name. Tired and alone, he dreams of a future with someone to love and hold him through the night.
One fateful encounter with a nephilim gone bad changes both their worlds forever. Now Adze just has to convince his heart mate he didn’t actually kidnap him.
Please note: Archie’s Accidental Kidnapping has undergone extensive edits and rewrites since Toni is gearing up to continue the series. In addition, the series has been renamed so as not to confuse it with another.
The plot has changed, the world is different, 41,000 words were added, BUT the one thing that hasn’t changed is Archie and Adze.
The streets of Melbourne were quiet, but Adze knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. The sun would peek over the horizon shortly. Then they’d be out of time and have to call it a night yet again without capturing their quarry.
Pyro stalked through the shadows next to him, both of them in their hound forms, larger than any natural dogs and as black as night. The others were all coming in from a different direction, hoping they were finally going to be able to take down the nephilim who’d been lighting the city up for the last week. The little fucker had so far managed to evade them at every turn.
Adze was getting pretty pissed with the situation, as were the others if their constant bitching was anything to go by.
The breeze blew warm air through his fur, bringing with it the slight scorched scent he’d come to recognize as a nephilim gone bad.
Adze stopped dead in his tracks, Pyro stilled instantly beside him.
Do you smell that? Adze asked. One thing Adze was most grateful for, and what had saved them more times than he cared to count, was their ability to communicate with each other in shifted form. This meant they were in constant contact, and if one of them spotted any kind of trouble, they could let the group know about it. It also helped them be long gone by the time authorities arrived on the scene.
Sure do! Pyro confirmed.
You find her? Cacus asked.
We think so. We’re on Franklin Street heading to the Queen Victoria Markets. Meet us there. Adze communicated with his team.
On it. They all said, Adze and Pyro picked up their pace.
Adze really wanted to get this job finished. They had been hunting for four nights straight since the call had come in about their supernatural arsonist. His team was tired, hell, he was tired, but the biggest issue was they needed to stop the nephilim before it did any more damage. Luckily no one had died, yet. There were currently four humans in the hospital though, and two of them were in intensive care.
Adze and Pyro moved stealthily through the now-empty car park out the front of the markets. Thankfully it was Monday morning, which meant the markets were closed. That might give them the little bit of extra time they needed.
Otherwise, stallholders could be expected to start showing up shortly as the fresh produce section opened at six a.m.
They rounded the permanent structure, into the open area where all the stallholders set up. The burning acrid scent grew stronger with every step they took.
Everyone be on the lookout. I think we’ve finally found our girl!
His team relayed their acknowledgment. A feeling of satisfaction rolled through Adze, they had been together for so long now that Adze trusted them implicitly. They all knew what they had to do.
Where are you guys at? He asked, wanting to gauge their distance.
Coming down Victoria Street now, just passing Elizabeth, Cacus responded for him and Daevas.
We’re just coming up to Peel and Victoria Street intersection. Should be with you in a matter of minutes, Oriax replied for him and Nicor.
Great, get here as quickly as you can. We’ve got a nephilim to hunt, Adze said as he scented the air once more, slightly changing the direction he and Pyro were heading in.
Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up Toni hated english with a passion (as her editors can probably attest to) and found her strength lies with numbers.
Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many MM authors she loves.
Feel free to drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org anytime.