Book: Incident of Magic
Authors: Patricia A. Knight and Kris Micheals
Genre: M/M Crime Romance - Alternate Reality
Release Day: 1st March
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Synopsis
Sold at the age of twelve to support his mother’s drug habit and rescued from a life on the streets by a cop, thirty-two-year old Tony Locke had had a brutal start in life. He’d risen to the position of homicide detective in the Everlight Police Department—a testament to his intelligence and driving ambition to help other victims of Everlight's prolific industry in sex and drugs. With his promotion to the hush-hush Interdimensional Task Force, he could broaden his reach—if he could just get along with his a-hole of a partner.
Leo Fortan labored under a soul-crushing burden of sacrifice, trapped in a lonely and rigid existence. Hand-picked from that existence and assigned to the Interdimensional Task Force, he thought his life had taken a turn for the better—until he met his partner, Tony Locke. Leo thought it probable they would kill each other.
For a man who thought love didn’t exist and a man who’d sacrificed everything for it, finding common ground may require more than an incident of magic.
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Excerpt
Shit. Shit. Shit! Tony Locke slid on the slimy pavement, barely missing decapitation by the edge of the dumpster. The stench and clutter of the back alley separated him from his partner and left him in lone pursuit of the bastard they’d been tracking for weeks. He jumped a stack of cardboard boxes and pounded down the alley. A quick glance up at the Everlight sky almost cost him, but he vaulted the fence that appeared out of nowhere and landed hard. His legs and lungs screamed for mercy, but he wasn’t going to lose that son of a bitch.
Ten years as a beat cop and five as a detective in Everlight hadn’t prepared him for the perp he was trying to keep up with. He shot a glance heavenward just as the bastard laid out in a perfect swan dive and flew from one rooftop to the next. Mother fucker! Tony slammed into the corner of the building and shot down the alleyway catching glimpses of the Flying Zelda wannabe as he scaled walls, did gymnastic turns-and-twists in midair and laughed. Yeah, the bastard was laughing. Fucker.
The man latched onto a bar suspended between two buildings and swung around the damn thing in a huge loop with straight arms and pointed toes. Keep showing off, you asshat. I’ve almost got you. His anger forced him to dig deep and run harder after the interdimensional sex slaver. His muscles thrummed with every ounce of hatred-fueled power he could muster. The guy let go of the bar and did a couple flips on his way to the ground. Halle-fucking-luia. Equal playing ground. Got you now, you son of a bitch! His thighs burned, and his lungs threatened to explode, but he was going to catch that guy or die trying. The shadowed figure cut hard to the right and vanished around the corner of a building. Tony was five feet behind the asshole and gaining ground. He slammed around the blind corner—and ate a fucking brick wall.
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