What happens in Vegas... gives me a migraine.
Mark:
It's the same old story.
Astrophysicist goes to a boring conference.
Astrophysicist meets an amazing guy.
Astrophysicist loses guy's contact details, gets fired while at the conference, then gets dragged to a job interview by his new best friend.
Astrophyscist finds out his hook up is a... a demon.
It's not that I don't believe in the supernatural, or magic, or... Okay, yeah, it totally is. I'm a man of science. I'm open minded enough to admit that, if you came to me with any sort of hard proof of something not of this world I'd believe it but until that happens, I am a card carrying member of the skeptic club.
We meet on Tuesdays. Newbies bring the snacks.
Bright Lights, Big Problems
Alastor:
Hook ups are supposed to be a one and done thing.
They're not supposed to be the most amazing man you've ever met and haunt your every thought to the point you do something stupid like ask your brother for relationship advice (trust me, if you knew my brothers, you'd know why this is a bad idea).
They're definitely not supposed to accidentally reveal the existence of magical beings to the human world.
The Revelation has been rescheduled and it might be the fault of Mark Stern, the man currently staying in my guest house.
The man who is number one of the Most Wanted list for the Fae, Witches, Demonborns and... Well, everyone who isn't human.
Instead of another year until the Revelation, where all Magicals were to reveal our existence to humans, we have less than a week. And instead of forgetting about the amazing, magical night we had in Vegas, I want to relive it with Mark constantly.
I'm just afraid we don't have the time.
Parts of this novel originally appeared in the novella, Jingle My Bells.