Unquiet Magic #1
Jack Belamit has a nice life. No obligations, no stress, and a love life consisting of casual hookups at a neighborhood bar. Now, however, Jack’s father and brother have disappeared, and one of the senior Belamit’s rivals is moving in on his business empire, dragging Jack into the conflict.
Jack’s father is not just any reclusive billionaire, but an incubus, and his rival is the witch Anaksut, the most beautiful (and dangerous) woman in the world. Jack quickly realizes that his only hope of getting his life back on track is to work with Anaksut to find his father. The witch assigns one of her henchmen, a satyr named Carlos Colosio, to accompany Jack as his bodyguard (and her spy).
Jack’s questions will all be answered, but not before he experiences an eye-opening evening in a sex club in the Baltics, a visit to a frigid mountaintop weather station and its lonely keeper, two days on the job in a tropical bordello, and a wild frolic with a sentient thunderstorm.
From Unquiet Magic:
We reached Los Dientes by fits and starts, veering first this way, then that, until we were close enough to see the brown and white birds with big pink beaks and yellow feet that were waddling around on the rocks or diving into the water. The air had grown heavy as a blanket, hot, muggy, and dense, barely moving. Diego, now wearing only his Speedos, cranked the sails back down, and he and his uncle folded them against their masts and strapped them down. Once this was done, there was the loud rattling churr of the anchor chain unreeling, and the boat came to rest, rocking slightly on the low swells.
Carlos’ woolly chest was matted with sweat, and I could smell his odd animal scent. I was suddenly wildly horny. The peculiar goosebump effect came and went at intervals, at varying degrees of intensity.
Giraud came down from the cockpit and looked at me accusingly. “The compass is all over the place. Wind direction is, too. I’ve had to shut down electronics because of surges and static discharges. I don’t know what this is. Do you?”
I blinked. “I don’t know anything about sailing.”
“No, but I’ll bet you know something about weird shit that happens.”
[ADULT ONLY: This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and activity between consenting adult men, and is not for sale to anyone under the age of 18.]