The Pinch of the Game
Release date: June 24, 2015
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.
Categories: Contemporary, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Gay fiction, M/M Romance
Pages or Words: 35,000 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Thank you Charley being here and giving us an exclusive snippet! (by the way...one of the best covers EVER!)
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The Pinch of the Game has a little of all the things I love to write: love, sex, danger, and humor. Our heroes are in the Motel 6, Jeffrey’s…not quite himself. ;) The first line is Mike’s.
“You’re the gifted one.”
“And you’re the one who made it so I couldn’t use that gift. You blocked me, remember?” I couldn’t see an easy way to reach the handcuffs, so climbing onto the dresser would probably be my best bet. Except when I went to open a drawer to stand on, the spindly arms stretched out in front of me freaked me out. I whirled and pointed up at the gorilla cuffed to the wall, but he didn’t give me a chance to say a word.
“Oh. I forgot I asked you to cuff me to the wall. Of course, it’s my fault.”
“Such a big man, talking shit to a little girl. Fuck you.”
I climbed up the front of the dresser and popped one of the cuffs open. Michael moaned when his arms slipped free. He slid to the floor and his arms fell into his lap. He’d been stuck that way all night, so he probably couldn’t feel or move them, and that left me free to pay some attention to what time it was. Morning. He started laughing, and when I tried to glower at him, he only laughed harder.
“You can’t say fuck you. You’re ten.”
“Eleven, actually. I think. When you can move your big ape arms, give me that chain you’re wearing. There’s something in it, isn’t there? Something that blocked me from doing something.”
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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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