Author: Cari Z
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: January 30
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Romance, Action, urban fantasy, magic, magic user, psychic/soothsayer, myth/folklore, mafia, reunited, road trip, spirits, posession
Cillian Kelly can look into people’s eyes and see their fates. He’s running from a past filled with mistakes, lying low and selling his services on the sly. When he learns that Sören Egilsson, a man who sacrificed himself so Cillian could escape imprisonment two years ago, is somehow still alive, Cillian has to find out how. What he gets is the body of the man he loves possessed by an ancient spirit who draws Cillian into a battle to the death for the right to control Sören’s fate, and the power that comes with it.
Cari Z © 2017
All Rights Reserved
My phone buzzed, interrupting my musing. I frowned as I pulled it out of my jacket pocket. Only a dozen people had this number, and I wasn’t expecting to talk to any of them any time soon. I unlocked it and looked at my new message.
Move ten paces to the right.
My feet were moving even before my brain caught up, obedience was so instinctual. Two seconds later, I was out of the mouth of the alley, and three seconds after that, a beat-up silver sedan coming down the road was clipped by a delivery van and veered straight into the corner of the building. It wasn’t moving fast, thankfully, but the crash was plenty loud, especially since I was just a few feet away from the point of impact.
A memory flashed through my mind, one of my personal rare and painful gems. I was in the backseat of an old Lincoln, and I was very small. My feet wouldn’t have touched the floor even if I hadn’t had my knees squished to my chest, and my face was pressed to the knobby joints so hard they were leaving red blotches on my cheeks. The man driving was on a phone—an old-school cell phone, clunky in his hand, distracting. He wasn’t paying attention, but I knew the moment before the car was hit and covered my head with my hands, so when I went flying into the door, it didn’t hurt as much. Metal crunched, and bright spots flashed across the darkness behind my eyelids as the car spun and spun…
I shook my head and took a deep breath, focusing on the present. The van hadn’t stopped, but I didn’t bother trying to catch its license plate number―there were plenty of people exclaiming and getting on their phones. I headed over to the driver’s side and opened the door, but didn’t reach in to touch the woman who had been driving. She was moving under her own power, picking her head up off the remains of her airbag and whimpering softly. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…”
“It’s all right,” I said gently. I might not be a martyr, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel compassion for another person, especially one who’d just been thrown into a wall. “You’re okay. Just a little accident. There’s an ambulance coming to help you.” I could already hear it in the distance. We were only a few blocks from a major hospital. “Can you look at me for a moment?” She blearily turned, and as soon as our eyes met, I sighed and backed out of the way. One of the employees at the auto-painting store took my place, and a second later—bam. The fucking Ace of Cups moment. Who found true love as a result of a car accident? This wasn’t exactly the heartwarming scene I’d envisioned getting me through the day earlier.
“Are you all right?” the newcomer asked frantically. “What’s your name? I’m Felix. I’m gonna stay with you until the ambulance gets here, okay? Oh Jesus, are you all right?”
“I’m…I think so?” the woman said, her voice gaining a little bit of strength. “I’m Paula.”
“Paula, hey.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. I rolled my eyes. “Nice to meet you.”
For fuck’s sake. Well, at least the settlement from the trucking company would give them a nice nest egg to get their new place together. I turned away and walked to the end of the block before getting out my phone again and making a call.
She picked up on the second ring. “Hi, baby.”
“What, you can see me getting smeared across a wall, but you don’t bother to let me know about having a gun pulled on me?”
“Cillian.” My mother sounded half apologetic, half resigned. “You know it doesn’t work like that.”
Yes, fine, I did know that, but I didn’t feel like being reasonable right now. “So you didn’t see that this morning, then?”
“Did you need me to see it?”
I wasn’t about to go down the self-sufficiency road with her. It meant a surefire argument, and I was still buzzing with adrenalin from being so close to the car crash.
“No,” I said flatly. “I guess not.”
* Interview With Cari Z *
Q: If you could travel forward or backward in time, where would you go and why?
I’d love to see some dinosaurs in the flesh. From, like, a looong ways away. A long, looong ways. Actually, I’ll need to go to the future first and get an environmentally-sealed spaceship, and then go into the past and look at dinosaurs. Safety first.
Q: We’ve all got a little voyeurism in us right? If you could be a fly on the wall during an intimate encounter between two characters, not your own, who would they be?
Alexander the Great and Hephaestion! Oh wait, do they have to be imaginary? Achilles and Patroclus then!
Q: If I were snooping around your kitchen and looked in your refrigerator right now, what would I find?
Way too many salad dressings. Seriously, it takes a village to make that stuff enticing night after night.
Q: If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?
Oh my gosh, I’ve written a whole superhero series that answers this very question! I’m tempted to say I’d want to be completely invulnerable, like my hero Freight Train, but the problem is he could never turn in off. Invulnerable…and untouchable. I like touch, touch is good. I’d go crazy. Hmm…if not that, then I’d like to be able to shapeshift into a cat. Cats are awesome.
Q: If you could trade places with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
As awful as I’ve made a lot of his life, I’d like to be in Cillian Kelly’s shoes for a while. His power is intriguing, and he’s definitely got an interesting home life right now. Plus, there’s a puppy.
Q: If you could sequester yourself for a week somewhere and just focus on your writing, where would you go and what would the environment be like?
I’d go somewhere with beautiful mountains, comfortable chairs, copious coffee and a knife-throwing target that I could use without my neighbors coming over to see if I’m having a breakdown.
Q: What’s the one thing, you can’t live without?
Air. Super useful. Less practically, my husband. I’ve been dragging him along with me or tagging along after him for so long, I wouldn’t be able to breathe without him. Actually, yeah, he’s more important than air.
Q: What internet site do you surf to the most?
AO3. I’m an unabashed lover of fanfic.
Q: If you had your own talk show, who would your first three author guests be and why?
My talk show would have to be a radio show, because omg, face to face in front of cameras? Not happening! I’d want to talk to JK Rowling, Ilona Andrews and Jordan L. Hawk. I love their books, I love speculative fic, and they all seem like interesting people (I’ve actually met Ilona and Jordan before, and they’re both awesome).
Q: When you got your very first manuscript acceptance letter, what was your initial reaction and who was the first person you told?
I was supersonically excited! Bats flocked to me, thinking I’d found a nice, juicy swarm of mosquitoes. I then lowered my vocal register and told my husband, who was very happy for me.
Meet the Author
Cari Z. is a Colorado girl who loves snow and sunshine. She writes award-winning LGBTQ fiction featuring aliens, supervillains, soothsayers, and even normal people sometimes.
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