Eden Bradley/ Eve Berlin - Interview with Ever + Giveaway

SQUEEEEEE..... I am so happy today!

I am talking about one of my favorite Award winning and best-selling authors Eden Bradley/ Eve Berlin. She writes dark, edgy erotica and erotic romance for Harlequin Spice, Berkley Heat, Bantam/Delta, and Samhain Publishing, and soon for HQN.

Today on my blog we will be talking about Eden's upcoming releases, EVER: The Turning - prequel story in the Midnight Playground series and EVERSONG - book 4 in the Midnight Playground series.

Eden's Midnight Playground series (vampires) is a bit different than most vampire stories for instance, her vampires can be out in the daylight, they never sleep, and they have a heart beat. Different, YES! Wonderful, absolutely!

Her vampires also have a voracious appetite for sex in all it's wonderful ways! This would not be an Eden Bradley book without a little Kink in it! Midnight Playground is a place where both vampires and humans can quench their lust and if they are interested, seek out a companion.  

Now onto our interview with the vampire who started it all,  EVER 

Dawn - So, your author has decided to talk about you in for our Perfect Man Event. How do you feel about that?

EVER - Eden has excellent instincts. I am a vampire, flawless in every way. There is no more perfect candidate.

Dawn - Why do you think she decided you were a good candidate for our ”Perfect Man” Crown?

EVER - I’m strong, nearly invincible, beautiful beyond anything a mere mortal can imagine. And I really can stay up all night…Oh, yes, in that way, too, my dears…

  

Dawn - Tell us a little a little bit about your tale?

EVER - Mine is a sad story, I suppose. I have lived this existence for a thousand years. I’ve seen everything, lost even more, including the one woman I will ever love…Except that this new pair of fledgling vampires,--Deo, and even more, perhaps, his bonded mate Mercy-- fascinate me. There is something about their very youth, their innocence, despite their new immortality, that seems to chase some of the shadows away. And they are exquisite, both of them. With the fierce, sensual appetites that match my own.

Mercy is in danger, I know, from the rogue vampire who Turned her against her will. I will protect her, protect them both. And perhaps somewhere along the way they will teach me to love again…

Dawn - So now we know a little about your background, tell us how you’d make us feel like you were our Perfect Man?

EVER - Seduction is the art of the vampire. I might draw you in with my undeniable beauty, but it is my touch, my command, that will keep you with me. The perfect kiss is that lovely combination of soft lips and tongue, and a small scrape of teeth to make you shiver. My teeth will sink deeper, into your flesh, bringing ecstasy along with the pain. To drink from you is to worship you; at that moment you are my queen, yet under my rule in the very truest sense. And to combine that touch, that merging of mind and body with the hiss of the whip, the kiss of the crop, the hard slap of my hand on your naked flesh, you will be mine completely…

Dawn - (shivers -clears throat) Tell us one thing about yourself that sets you apart from the crowd?

EVER - Since we are here discussing the role of the dominant, I will address that, even though I have been known to serve on the other end of a beautifully-wielded whip.

What sets me apart as a dominant are those keenly acute senses that are particular to a vampire. The ability to tune in so completely, to feel what you feel, to know by instinct exactly what you need moments before you do yourself. And to take you beyond any ecstasy known through pure endorphins or sensual stimulation alone by way of the Seeking Kiss, that lovely drink of blood where we can share in each others’ sensations, thoughts, memories…so that every single thing either of us has experienced can come into play, to make that moment—the two of us, together—almost impossibly intimate.

There is a power in that, a level of sensation, that cannot be replicated any other way.

I must also tell you that it was I who started the Midnight Playground clubs, those delicious palaces of sensual debauchery all over Europe, the ultimate in dungeons to be found anywhere in the world. Trust me—I know exactly how to use these places.

Dawn - Is there anything you’d like to add? Or maybe tell us something about your author?

EVER - Ah, my author…Eden Bradley writes lovely, sensual smut, and proudly so, as both Eden and as Eve Berlin. Visit her websites: www.EdenBradley.com or www.EveBerlin.com for more information about her, or her books.

If you’d like to talk with her, it is easiest to find her on her group blog, the Smutketeers, a bawdy group of authors including her, of course, as well as R.G. Alexander, Crystal Jordan and Karen Erickson: www.Smutketeers.com

Dawn - Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence, EVER. It has been a great privilege to have you here.

Now let's take a peak at the series :

Prequel, EVER: THE TURNING, Midnight Playground series,  

Release Date: 09/23/2011. This is Eden’s first self-published title.

Check out the video book trailer for EVER: The Turning

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Book Four, EVERSONG, Midnight Playground series

Release Date 10/04/2011

In a realm of dangerously delicious decadence, three lost souls dare to love…

Ever, owner of London’s infamous Midnight Playground, fears the pain of his past and the weight of centuries are pushing him to the edge of insanity. Not even his favorite indulgences—sex, blood, companionship—hold his interest. And he wonders, what’s the point of immortality when life is unbearably empty?

Into the void stumbles trouble.

Kidnapped, Turned against her will then abandoned by a rogue vampire, Mercy Turned the handsome Deo in a fit of loneliness and despair. Now they stand, frightened and confused, before the Council to be punished for their unintentional crimes. Their fresh innocence, the intensity of their illegal bond, rekindles Ever’s sexual and emotional fire.

The trio forges a connection that’s more than simply a cure for Ever’s lassitude. Its brilliance drives the shadows from his soul…until Mercy is threatened, and he must draw on his darkness to fight for her life. And risk losing his happily forever after to madness.

Book Three, THE TURNING KISS, Midnight Playground series

They have nothing to lose…except the one gift they never expected to find.
London, 2069

Ilana escaped a life of sex slavery, using her extraordinary beauty to survive among the few remaining wealthy humans in London. But she has higher aspirations. For two years she has haunted the BDSM dungeons of the Midnight Playground, hungering for The Turning Kiss—that deep drink that will make her one of them. An immortal vampire.
Turned out onto the streets of Edinburgh as a child, Calam’s tortured path led him to a job at the club, where he also engages in exotic and dangerous sex play with its clientele. Craving, like Ilana, the eternal escape of the Turning Kiss.
Ilana is undeniably drawn to the beautiful Scotsman, but she has no time to waste; the club takes no one over thirty. When a sinfully compelling vampire pair brings them together for an unusual foursome, she and Calam are shocked to discover it isn’t the vampires they crave, it’s the tenderness and emotion they feel for each other.
After years of seeking to feel something, anything, other than the pain of the past, the ultimate gift is within Ilana’s reach. Yet the cost—leaving her heart behind with a mortal—could be more than she can bear.

Check out the video book trailer for The Turning Kiss

 

Video trailer created by Saturdaybuffet

 


Book Two, BLOODSONG, Midnight Playground series

An ancient vampire, an ancient grief…a love that makes his blood sing…
London, 2069
Aleron is ancient, powerful, immortal…a vampire who idles away his time playing at his favorite haunt, Midnight Playground. His favorite toys: beautiful young men. His game: BDSM, experiencing through the minds of his partners the sensations he can no longer quite feel himself.
The one thing he has vowed to avoid at all costs is love, especially for a woman. In a hundred years he has never been tempted to break that vow—until a lovely mortal woman enters his dungeon to watch him play. And his blood hums the ancient song of long-forgotten desire.
Raised in the Indian slums of London, exotic dancer Meeraj enters Midnight Playground a woman with nothing left to lose, numb to all but the most extreme forms of stimulation. As she watches Aleron’s blood play, she knows only his razor-sharp skills will satisfy. And she catches an odd mental glimpse of the grief that shadows his heart.
From their first touch, they are caught up in a whirlwind of exquisite agony that releases their emotions from the weight of the past. Exposing them to risks they’ve both fought to avoid. Love…and loss.


BONUS!!!   Book One, THE SEEKING KISS, Midnight Playground series is FREE
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Free read is good through 8/28/11

Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…

London 2069

For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.

Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.

The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine.

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*Keep a look out for Eden's upcoming releases 'cause next year she will be putting out - Part Two of the Midnight Playground series, where she will be telling us about the Vampire Council. Each story will be set in a different European Midnight Playground club. 

Eden has been so wonderful to offer up a signed ARC copy of one of my favorite books The Dark Garden and another signed ARC copy of Hot Night Dark Desires. So leave a comment, question, or statement here for your chance to win one of these great books! Don't forget to stop by Nic's blog for your chance to win a signed copy of Pleasure's Edge.

Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin can be found around the web at:


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Yahoo Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Smutketeers/
 * Every third Wednesday of the month the Smutketeers have a "hump day" chat over at Samhain yahoo group come and participate

Her books can be purchased at:

 Amazon, B&N, Samhain Publishing ,Bantam/Delta,Berkley Heat, and Harlequin Spice

R.G. Alexander Interview + Tempt Me + Giveaway

Let me introduce you all to the the Wonderful, Amazing, Fabulous, Terrific, Incredible

R.G. Alexander

 Thank you so much for coming to my blog R.G. When Nic and I started to organize this event and Paranormal Week was brought up you and Bone Daddy were some of the first people to come to mind for me. I'm so happy that you were able to make it. I know that you have been held up in a cave, working yourself to exhaustion (thank you). Today we will be asking you some questions about "The Perfect Man" and discusses some of your current releases & upcoming releases as well. So why don't we get started...

Dawn: What makes the “Perfect Man” for you? 

RG: The perfect man for me, personally? A man who can laugh at himself and makes me laugh as well. A man who feels comfortable in his own skin, enough that he is as impressively masculine fixing a car or saving the day as he his baking in nothing but his underwear and an apron. He is confident enough to support my success and dreams wholeheartedly, chivalrous enough to still open doors and take care of me when I’m sick or in need of protection. He also has ridiculously long lashes and great hands *wink* 
Dawn: I have met your "Perfect Man" and I so agree on the word "Perfect" for him! 

Dawn: If you had to pick one, who would be your favourite literary Hero of all time?

RG: When I was young I was heartbroken by Heathcliff’s intensity, had a crush on the side character Mercutio and of course,  had an intense love/hate relationship with Lestat…but there is no one, to this day, who can compare with Mr. Darcy.

Dawn: Which of your hero's do you have a particular soft spot for?

RG: I fall a bit in love with all of them. Some for their humor, some for their protectiveness…some for their rock hard abs. I have a roguish hero named Bodhan from my upcoming steampunk. He is sexy, confident and quite a gentleman for a brothel owner.

But I’ve always had a special soft spot for Bone Daddy from Possess Me—All the men from that world really. Which is why I’m excited about my November 2011 release Tempt Me. I got to revisit BD , Rousseau and the others…and I got to know Gabriel really well. Maybe too well.

Dawn: Talk to us about Gabriel. What’s his story? 

RG: Gabriel is Michelle Toussaint’s twin brother. In her story of the Possess Me anthology, Reclaim Me, we met this really stiff strange  man who makes Michelle, and her mother, Mambo Toussaint, understandably uncomfortable. His presence in the story was short but so intense, his actions so abhorrent, that at first the last thing I considered him being was a future hero. 

But he wouldn’t go away.

Tempt Me is Gabriel’s story. His fight to reclaim himself from darkness. From the beginning it’s obvious he has hit bottom.  It takes Celestin Rousseau’s younger, sassier sister Angelique, help from the couples from the previous book, and his own special guardian angel, to get him back up again.

Here’s a blurb:

Gabriel Toussaint Giodarno has returned to New Orleans to make amends with his estranged family. The last thing he expected was to be hounded by a magical wannabe-guardian angel-or to be tempted by a beauty who's strictly off-limits.

Angelique Rousseau has always lived a safe, uneventful life. But when her friend's twin brother arrives, Angelique finds herself drawn to him. Neither Gabriel nor Angelique is prepared for the intensity of their joined passions, or what the voodoo spirits have in store for them.

Dawn: The romance genre has been getting a bad press of late (Not by us! We love it :D) Why did you choose to write in your genre?

RG: I always find that interesting. I have friends, even relatives, who give romance the business. No matter how I point out that all the greatest stories ever told were romances or had strong romantic elements. No matter how clearly I explain with examples that Shakespeare himself was one dirty SOB * grin * they just don’t get it.

Now I’m no Shakespeare lol, but still, I’ve decided I don’t care what they think. I’ve read romance since I was eleven.  I’ve been writing it for years because I love it. Everything about it. I think relationships, romantic ones in particular, show us the best and worst in ourselves. Show us how necessary love is, how vital, to life. I’m an unapologetic romantic. And I think if more people were, they’d be happier for it.

I’m also beyond thankful that this is my job. I get to tell stories. I get to create characters that, no matter what obstacle life throws at them, find a way to fall in love.

As for the erotic part…I suppose I’m not as innocent as my mother always thought I was. 

Dawn: Do you have anything new in the works for us? Don’t be such a tease, tells us.... Can we get a sneak peak, maybe?

RG: Thank you so much! I LOVE to share and I do have news.

Well, as I said, I am debuting my Rachel Grace penname with a steampunk that was inspired by my group blog The Smutketeers.  In fact, the idea came around the same time as the blog idea several years ago, so I’m really excited its finally going out into the world. It’s called Geared for Pleasure: An Elemental Steam Romance.  Its coming out in March 2012 and it is a swashbuckling, fascinating landscape that I cannot wait to jump into again.

I can’t show the cover yet, even though it is AWE. SOME. But I can, I believe, share a version of the blurb:

The world of Theorrey runs like a well-oiled machine. The elements are in balance, passion is tamed and the young queen is the heartbeat of it all. But nothing is ever as it seems…

Earthly Desires
Demeter “Dare” Senedal is the Queen’s Chalice—her protector and closest companion. So when the queen goes missing Dare rushes to locate her, even though the search leads her straight into trouble.

Gaming den owner Bodhan revels in carnal delights, but when a naked and bound woman appears on his shore, his hunger to possess wars with his need to protect. As Bodhan shares his knowledge of pleasure, Dare must decide if she can trust him, both with her mission and her heart.

Fiery Temptations

Seraphina always lands on her feet. After all, she is a Felidae—more feline than human—and an excellent thief. There has never been a job Phina wouldn’t take or a man who could tame her…until she meets Cyrus Arendal.

As the Queen’s Sword, Cyrus should have known better than to fall victim to a beautiful bandit. Now, to find the dagger that she stole from him, he’ll need to convince Phina not to judge a man by his station, but by how completely he can satisfy her desires. 

I have an ebook release coming out in September, Eternal Guardian , Children of the Goddess Book 4.5: Max 

It’s a novella about an Igigi warrior from previous books who everyone has been curious about. What happened to Max? It’s time we all found out.

                                                       Children of the Goddess Series

On the ebook front I’ve also signed two contracts with Ellora’s Cave to finish the Temptation Unveiled series with Behind the Veil and Veiled Temptation. One of them…maybe both…will be out before the end of the year. *crossing things*

  

And now more about Gabriel and Tempt Me

(oh and Manny. Wait until you get a load of him…yum)

EXCERPT

 “Care for another, angel?”

Gabriel nodded at the bartender, ignoring the blatant invitation in her eyes.

Angel. His smile was rich with self-mockery. If he’d ever been one, he’d fallen long ago.

The sexy blonde turned to refill his glass with amber ale, and the sight of his own reflection in the beveled mirrors made him wince. It had been a while since he’d seen himself. Too long, apparently. The first description that sprang to mind when he did was pathetic drunk.

Was this who he really was, then? Gabriel Toussaint Giodarno—just another lost soul?

Whoever it was he was glaring at needed a shave. Rough shadows framed a sharp jaw, accentuating cheeks that had hollowed out in the last year. A diet of beer, scotch and shame would do that to a man.

His dark hair curled around his ears and along the nape of his neck—the first time he’d let it grow out since he was sent to Catholic school at the tender age of nine. His heavy-lidded green eyes were bleary with exhaustion, and—his gaze narrowed—the skin around his left eye was still tinged with yellow and blue from his encounter with that angry biker last week in a Tupelo bar.

Nearly all traces of his old reflection were gone. He was gone.

“You look like Hell, Gabe. As usual.”

Shit. He knew he was drunk, but he hadn’t realized he’d had enough to start hallucinating again. He pushed his beer away and tapped on the glossy wooden counter. “Any coffee in this place?” Or even better, some holy water?

The man beside him sighed. “I was hoping you’d head to Mambo Toussaint’s or Michelle’s instead of the nearest tavern. Why you keep gravitating to these shadow-filled places, I’ll never know.”

“Look, guy, I told you—those shadows aren’t real,” Gabriel muttered, keeping his eyes straight ahead and his voice down so the bartender wouldn’t think he’d gone off the deep end. “You aren’t real. Not a man. Not a ghost. Remember? I don’t do that particular parlor trick. All the woo-woo genes went to my sister. You’re just a figment of my imagination.”

He lowered his head tiredly and shoved his hands through his hair. “Shit, why didn’t my broken brain concoct a hot, breathy blonde to follow me around instead of a chatty, grungy man-child like you?” He sent said man-child a sideways glance. “I did what you wanted. I’m in New Orleans. Nothing has changed. Now run along, shut the hell up and leave me in peace.”

He looked up and noticed the bartender was watching him and no longer smiling suggestively. She slid a cup of coffee in his direction, the suspicious look in her eyes clearly retracting any invitation they might have issued earlier. Then she hurried toward the other end of the bar and the safety of her regular customers.

Gabriel smirked. He’d run too if he could. Hell, he’d tried. But he couldn’t escape the guilt that had kept him up nights, had become a demon that stalked him. He’d even started seeing shadows where there should be none. Watching those shadows notice him. Follow him. Press on his heavy heart and twist his thoughts until there were only three avenues of escape: fighting, fucking, or getting blackout-drunk. Sometimes it took all three for him to feel human again. To regain control.

Four months ago the game had changed, and his mind brought out the big guns. His new buddy here. His walking, talking, invisible conscience. There could be no doubt now that he had truly gone around the bend.

Gabriel grimaced at the first rich taste of chicory, and glanced at his imaginary friend. He had no idea where he’d dreamed the guy up. A man in his mid-twenties, with black hair that fell to his shoulders and blue eyes that were startling framed by dark brows and a swarthy complexion. He wore a long dark trench coat, dirty khaki pants and torn-up boots, looking like one of those disaffected adolescents Gabriel had silently scorned back when he’d been a globe-trotting, self-important businessman.

Had it only been a year ago that employees of his father’s investment firm had cowered in fear before him? That Gabriel had taken pride in being known as The Dark Messenger, the smiling bearer of bad news and pink slips? What an evil jackass he’d been.

Maybe he was finally getting what he deserved.

“I can practically feel that self-pity you’re wrapping yourself up in, Gabe. You’re more stubborn than your sister, and that’s saying something. Honestly, I have no idea why I got stuck with you.”

He’d gotten stuck? Ha. “I apologize for inconveniencing you. Even my hallucinations can’t stand me. There’s a certain poetry to that, don’t you think?”

“I’m not a hallucination, idiot. I’m real, with a name and everything. But you haven’t asked my name, have you? You haven’t asked about me, about the shadows—nothing. You need to stop fucking around, Gabe.” The young man pounded on the bar in frustration. “I never swore before I met you. You came back here for a reason. You need to find out what you are. You need to see your family. Tell your mother what’s been happening to you.”

Not who he was. What he was. Gabriel already knew what he wasn’t. He was no angel. No bon ange, like his twin sister who could see spirits. The one who had risked her soul for him, despite what he’d done to her. He was no loving son or loyal friend. And even though it felt like it right now, he was no ghost.

He wasn’t sure about anything anymore, not even why he’d come back to New Orleans again. Other than to shut his invisible stalker up. The one no one else saw. The one who could so conveniently appear and disappear at will.

If only Gabriel could disappear that easily, along with the memory of what he’d done—what he’d almost done—to Mimi. Michelle. His sister.

Djab. That was the name his mother had called the thing that had taken over his body last year. A dark entity, sometimes controlled by voodoo sorcerers she named bokors. Djab were wild spirits that, when left to their own devices, could wreak havoc on weaker humans.

Weak. That wasn’t a word Gabriel had ever associated with himself until it happened. How easily it had taken him over. He’d been angry at the awkward reunion with his mother, and when Michelle had shown up, injured and so distant, he’d blamed her. In his anger, he’d wished she’d been the one the priests had beaten, the one who’d been ripped from their mother and told everything she knew, everything she loved, was no longer hers. His need for vengeance had made him the perfect target.

Gabriel took a deep drink, the hot coffee scalding his tongue, his knuckles white around the porcelain mug. As if it were yesterday, he could recall the feeling of being trapped in his own mind, of screaming and shouting in disbelief as something else took over his body.

His hands tying up his sister. His mouth speaking words so offensive to his soul that he wished he could claw them out with his bare hands.

How could she ever forgive him for that? How could he forgive himself? He shook his head, coming back to the conversation. “I know what I am. And they are all better off without me. You can add delusional to the list of reasons why.”

“That does it.”

Gabriel nearly slid off his stool when the bartender appeared across from him once more and purred appreciatively, “Didn’t see you come in, lover. What can I get for you?”

He blinked. “What? Are you talking to me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not, silly, you’ve been here for hours. And I’m really glad you decided to have that coffee, by the way.” Then she looked over Gabriel’s shoulder and batted her eyelashes. “I’m talking to your cute young friend.”

He followed her gaze, then turned back to the bartender. “Who do you see behind me?” When she hesitated Gabriel leaned closer. “It’s important. Describe him.”

She tilted her head, her blonde ponytail swinging softly behind her. “O—kay. I see a sexy slice of cheesecake with dark hair and stunning blue eyes.” Her own eyes widened. “And he blushes? Oh, baby, what’s your name, what’s your sign and where have you been all my life?”

Black spots and stars blurred Gabriel’s view as he glanced back at the blushing figment behind him. The figment someone else had just described. She saw him?

He heard the bartender’s worried voice as if she were speaking through static. “Oh, damn. Listen, lover, if your friend is about to throw up or something, get him outta here. I’m the only one on tonight and I refuse to clean that up.”

Gabriel felt hands hoist him up as if he were weightless and drag him toward the back door that led to a narrow alley.

He pushed away and fell to his knees, retching. He leaned his head against the rough wall, a rasping laugh escaping his raw throat. “So this is what rock bottom looks like. I always wondered.”

“Congratulations, Gabe. As usual, you set a goal and you reached it. Your father would be so proud.”

Gabriel pulled himself up once more and turned, rage suddenly welling up inside him. “You don’t know shit about my father. But I just set another goal. If other people can see you that means you’re real. And if you’re real, I can kick your ass.”

The tall man’s lips quirked. “You can try. The shape you’re in? I think I can take you.” He crossed his arms and shook his head. “You used to be a believer, Gabe. Even when you couldn’t see me, when Mimi was the only one who could, you believed I was there. I never thought you’d turn out like this.”

He believed…even when Mimi could see him? “Who the fuck are you?”

His illusion’s hands rose up to the sky, as if in prayer. “Hallelujah. I think he’s finally waking up.” Unearthly blue eyes pierced him with their solemn expression. “The name is Emmanuel.”

Gabriel scoffed, but he felt the name like a kick in the chest, making it hard to breathe. “Emmanuel was a child. A ghost child. I told you. My sister has that gift. Not me.”

Emmanuel nodded. “You’re right. That isn’t your gift.” He shrugged. “But all the same, I am Emmanuel. How else would I know you cracked your tooth when you fell chasing after Ben and your sister in the back of my old house? The same day you told your father you were playing with spirits for the first time.”

Gabriel remembered. How could he forget? That was the day everything had started going to shit.

“If you’re Emmanuel, and I can’t see ghosts, then how can I see you?”

The younger man was suddenly right beside him, his expression tinged with pain and regret. They were emotions Gabriel knew well. “You can see me, Gabriel, because I am not a ghost. I’m no longer anything I was. And neither are you. But I’ve faced a few of my monsters. It’s time for you to face yours. You need to understand what’s happening to you, before you lose yourself completely to the darkness.”

This was some sort of twisted joke. Gabriel closed his eyes and saw a flash of a memory. Father Leon, the priest who had taken special delight in punishing him, tormenting him with images of his sister and mother burning in Lucifer’s inferno for eternity. Warning him that he would join them if he didn’t purge himself of his family’s evil. Warning him that he would be taken by the darkness.

Even then, there was a small part of young Gabriel who would have taken that punishment, would have burned, if only he could be with his family again. His mother. If only he could have been like his twin, Mimi. Special.

He felt like he was going to be sick again. This couldn’t be happening. He needed to get out of this cursed city. “Fuck the coffee. I need another drink. Maybe two.”

Gabriel took a step toward the bar’s back door, but Emmanuel was there before he could reach for the knob.

He shook his head. “Stubborn ass. This is for your own good.”

Gabriel saw Emmanuel pull back his fist and swore when it connected with his flesh. For a ghost he had a powerful right hook.

He was falling to the ground again, hearing Emmanuel before he hit the cobblestone pavement.

“You’ll thank me for this, Gabe. Eventually.”

Gratitude wasn’t on his mind as the hard ground jarred his bones. As his ears rang with the power of the physical blow he’d just received from his imaginary pest. No, it wasn’t gratitude causing the red haze of anger and pain to blind his vision.

It was the need for revenge.

As soon as he could get up again, Emmanuel would learn what everyone who’d ever gotten on the wrong side of Gabriel knew. Clichéd but true…

Payback was a bitch.

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