Magus Malefica – The Coven Series, Book 2
Cam Habersham is having a hell of a time keeping up with his fae studies in the Ancestral Lands because a certain werewolf constantly interrupts his thoughts. Everton Lilch is the wolfen beast who follows Cam around, but he pushes Cam away every time things get steamy.
The queen of the fae has had enough and tasks Cam with an impossible feat, an undertaking only Everton can help him accomplish.
Without his coven, Sparks Gemmell is a lost witch. In desperation, he casts a spell, hoping to reunite his brothers. But he doesn’t count on the wayward route magic often takes. He finds himself wrapped up in a mandate of the horned god and inserted into his Shadow Brothers’ relationship in order to protect his city from the darkest elements of the Shadow Realm.
As the darkness of the Shadow Realm descends, Cam and his werewolf, along with Sparks and his coven brothers, confront wraiths, mutant werewolves, and witch law enforcement. Chaos erupts in an effort to please queens and gods.
After all, it comes down to the ley of the land.
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Special Release Excerpt:
In a shimmer of air, Cam’s illusion to his human self appeared instead of his fae body.
The guise, however, didn’t come with any clothes other than the loincloth his manservant had eventually got him into. Cam hadn’t planned on bringing any additional human-like attire, so he had morphed himself into nakedness in front of Ev, but getting naked with Ev had been the reason why he came for a visit.
“Congratulations on figuring out your illusion spell. Maybe I can take you out for dinner.” Ev gave him a partial grin. It wasn’t hard to also notice Ev’s gaze giving him the once-over. “Perhaps if we go out, you could put on some clothes? You know, though, as cute as the human Cam is, I like the fae version too. Maybe even more.”
“Really. I kinda have a thing for the fae. Not all of them, but your kind, the Eldritch. I don’t know…maybe it’s the horns…”
“You kinky motherfucker. I never would have guessed you liked monster fucking.”
“I told you before not to put me into a box or label me.”
“You did say that. Okay, so be it.” Cam mentally wandered away from the place where machinations took form and let his mind roam to more erotic zones. And with the ripple of hot summer air, human Cam evaporated.
“That’s better.” Ev leered. “Ugh. You know how cute you are, right? Either way.”
“No, I don’t. You keep telling me, but I wish you’d show me.” Cam’s wings fluttered. His tail jumped, too, but he currently sat on the appendage so instead of a flick, the furry extension twitched, making the fuzzy tip hanging between his legs stretch toward Ev.
Ev’s gaze caught the movement.
“I want to play with your tail,” he whispered.
“Look, wolfman, you are more than welcome to play with my tail, my wings, stroke my horns, or anything else for that matter.”
“Cam, I…I know I promised you a roll in the hay.” Ev stammered but stopped. His skin flushed as he glanced away.
Cam had never seen the top of someone’s head turn red.
It was kind of cute.
He shuffled over and sat closer to Ev.
“I have kept you at an arm’s length the entire summer. I know how cruel you must think I am for doing that. I haven’t been fair to you.”
“No, you have not. But your insistence in keeping your distance has kept me horny as hell. Look.” Cam pointed at his loincloth which sported a prominent point, making the garment tent. “This is the effect you have on me. You have kept me hopelessly distracted, and hard. This is why I’m here, you oaf. I can’t concentrate long enough to study, or master anything about fae business because you keep getting up in my business. In fact, all my magical abilities have hinged around you.
“I want to be invisible? I think back to when you and I were held in the witches’ dungeon and that asshole Byron tortured you. I get so angry. The images of Byron cutting you open, the blood spilling out, you groaning in pain enrage me still. I go instant no see-em when I go there. I want to look like my old self? I think about how I’m gonna get you naked and have my way with you. Or any other master plan I have to ponder through—for whatever reason, scheming brings about the human guise.
“Shadow jumping I can initiate when I’m wanting to be next to you.” Cam leaned into Ev and tipped his head so that one horn lay on the beast of a man’s shoulder.
Ev put his paw on Cam’s thigh and gave him a squeeze.
“Higher,” Cam whispered.
Ev chuckled. “You are terrible.”
Ev inched his hand up.
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Book 1: Summoned
Magus Malefica – The Coven Series, Book 1
Devid Khandelwal desperately wants to experience the supernatural. After years of studying everything from crystals to tarot to spellcasting, nothing has happened that would tell him the Shadow Realm is real. And that kills Dev. As a last-ditch resort, he purchases a summoning board, an occult tool that will grant him his ultimate desires.
Cameron Habersham is Dev’s best friend. Cam loves Dev like a brother and will do anything for him, as long as he looks good doing it. So when Dev asks him to perform the summoning board’s ritual, he reluctantly agrees, but he knows nothing will come of it. Nothing ever does.
However, within a day, Dev and Cam’s lives are turned upside down as wishes begin to come true. They discover the existence of a supernatural world beyond their imagination, but peace between the species is tenuous at best.
Dev finally gets to see the Shadow Realm, meets the man of his dreams, and is inducted into the local male coven. But for all the desires that were summoned into existence, Dev soon realizes the magical community dances the line between good and evil, and Cam ends up on the wrong side of everything.
The old adage is true: Be careful what you wish for.
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About the Author:
J.P. Jackson is an award winning author of dark urban fantasy, paranormal, and even paranormal romance stories, but regardless of the genre they always feature LGBTQ+ main characters.
J.P. works as an IT analyst in health care during the day, where if cornered he’d confess to casting spells to ensure clinicians actually use the electronic medical charting system he configures and implements.
At night, the writing happens, where demons, witches and shape shifters congregate around the kitchen table and general chaos ensues. His husband of 22 years has very firmly put his foot down on any further wraith summonings and regularly lines the doorway with iron shavings and salt crystals. Imps are most definitely not house-trainable. Ghosts appear at the most inopportune times, and the Fae are known for regular visits where a glass of wine is exchanged for a good ole story or two. Although the husband doesn’t know it, Canela and Jalisco, the two Chihuahuas, are in cahoots with the spell casting.
J.P.’s other hobbies include hybridizing African Violets (thanks to grandma), extensive travelling, and believe it or not, knitting.
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