By Jamie Fessenden Editions: ebook, paperback Published: April 8th 2013 by Dreamspinner Press Genre: Adult MxM Paranormal / Mystery
Jeremy Spencer never imagined the occult order he and his boyfriend, Bowyn, started as a joke in college would become an international organization with hundreds of followers. Now a professor with expertise in Renaissance music, Jeremy finds himself drawn back into the world of free love and ceremonial magick he’d left behind, and the old jealousies and hurt that separated him from Bowyn eight years ago seem almost insignificant.
Then Jeremy begins to wonder if the centuries-old score he’s been asked to transcribe hides something sinister. With each stanza, local birds flock to the old mansion, a mysterious fog descends upon the grounds, and bats swarm the temple dome. During a séance, the group receives a cryptic warning from the spirit realm. And as the music’s performance draws nearer, Jeremy realizes it may hold the key to incredible power—power somebody is willing to kill for.
Excerpt from Murderous Requiem by Jamie Fessenden:
“ Irritated, I started to take my plate back up to the bedroom. Alex would kill me if I didn’t return it to the kitchen, but I could bring it down later. As I started to climb the stairs, however, I found my way blocked by Rafe.
“Brethren,” he said smoothly, somehow managing to make the word sound sexy. I could feel his eyes scanning my body as he smiled at me. “How are things in the Renaissance?”
I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or merely playful, so I replied, “All right, I guess.”
I shrugged, the plate of risotto starting to feel heavy in my right hand. “There are some symbols on the staves that I can’t make much sense of. I mean, they look familiar, but I can’t place them.”
“Symbols?” he asked, taking a step closer. His hand on the banister brushed against my left hand. I was tempted to pull it away, but couldn’t think of a compelling reason to do so. He was dead sexy, after all. And certainly Seth and Bowyn wouldn’t mind me flirting with him. Or doing other things with him, for that matter.
“I’m not sure what they are. Some sort of occult alphabet, perhaps. But nothing I recognize. They’re always paired with a Latin letter, but even those don’t make sense, because they’re all consonants. No vowels at all.”
Rafe was looking at me intently with those penetrating, dark eyes. There was something grave in his expression, even as his fingers lightly traced the length of my fingers in an unmistakably seductive gesture. “I remember seeing them on the manuscript,” he purred. “I can show you what the symbols are.”
“You can?” It was enormously arrogant of me to assume that, just because Rafe looked as if he belonged on a fashion runway, he couldn’t possibly know something that I, Herr Professor, didn’t know. So I mentally slapped myself and asked, “What are they?”
He smiled and bent down to bring his lips close to my ear. “Come to the chapel after midnight.”
His breath was hot against my earlobe, and my voice quavered a bit as I responded. “I’m not going to fuck you in the chapel.”
He laughed and kissed me lightly on the neck, causing me to shiver involuntarily. Then he said, “You can have me whenever and wherever you want, Brethren. But I’m not asking you to come to the chapel for sex. There are better places for that.”
Then he slid his rough, razor-stubbled chin along my cheek and finished by delivering a firm kiss to my mouth. He was a damn good kisser.
Rafe chuckled and pulled away, a smirk on his lips, before slipping past me to continue down the stairs. After a moment of standing there like an idiot, with my plate still in one hand and the beginnings of an erection tenting the cloth of my robe, I started to climb the steps again. Regardless of what happened in the chapel, I thought, I was seriously considering taking him up on that offer. “
About the Author & Links:
Jamie Fessenden set out to be a writer in junior high school. He published a couple short pieces in his high school’s literary magazine and had another story place in the top 100 in a national contest, but it wasn’t until he met his partner, Erich, almost twenty years later, that he began writing again in earnest. With Erich alternately inspiring and goading him, Jamie wrote several screenplays and directed a few of them as micro-budget independent films. His latest completed work premiered at the Indie Fest 2009 in Los Angeles and also played at the Austin Gay and Lesbian International Film Festival two weeks later.
After nine years together, Jamie and Erich have married and purchased a house together in the wilds of Raymond, New Hampshire, where there are no street lights, turkeys and deer wander through their yard, and coyotes serenade them on a nightly basis. Jamie currently works as technical support for a computer company in Portsmouth, NH, but fantasizes about someday quitting his day job to be a full-time writer.