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- Summons
- Reggie's Reasons
- The Mating of Blind Billy Hipp
- Demon Dabbling
“I saw something fuzzy and gorgeous through the glass, yes. All five of you in the line-up looked more or less the same to me, but something… I don’t know… something divine kept me focused on the man in the middle.”
Billy Hipp, more commonly referred to as Blind Billy Hipp although he wasn’t fully blind, has spent eons regretting the actions of his youth. Now, he devotes his time to being the best damn Searcher in the area. An expensive Searcher who expects to be paid for what he does. What he doesn’t expect is to have someone with more cash than sense, turn up on his doorstep and insist on using his talents no matter how much every one of Billy’s senses is telling him to run in the other direction. Little did he know the job would bring him face to face with his destiny.
Dathan had a huge secret. Only the automaton who works at his building is aware he often goes out at night fully dressed and comes back sometimes days later, minus his boots, and he doesn’t ask questions. But Dathan is living on his aunt and uncle’s favor, and so when his uncle asks for one in return, he is obligated to say yes. How hard can it be to turn up for a line up at the local police station? Dathan thought it would be a laugh, but the experience gave him more than he’d bargained for.
Steam trains, grotesque machines, beautiful birds in gilded cages. Billy and Dathan have to navigate all of these and more for a chance at their HEA. But when the situation calls for a sacrifice – which one of them will make it and how much will it cost?
The Mating of Blind Billy Hipp is book three of the Quirk of Fates series, although it is a complete standalone. Mature content but then this book is intended for adults only. I do hope you enjoy it.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Billy slammed a sheet of paper on the poker table, scattering multi-colored chips and cards in the process.
“That there is a contract for the search and delivery of your daughter. The agreed upon fee was two hundred dollars. A hundred up front, and the balance upon delivery. I found and delivered her to you as per the terms of our agreement. You owe me a hundred bucks, and I ain’t leaving here without it.”
Settembrini looked up from the table. His eyes were suddenly reddened with sorrow and worry. “She walked right out again the very night you dropped her off. I didn’t even get to hug my little princess. By the time the sun came up, she was gone. I haven’t seen her since.”
Billy cast a blurry glance around the table. “I can tell you must be terribly broken up over it.”
“We all deal with grief in our own way, Mr. Hipp. I wouldn’t dare judge you on your methodology.
I would hope one as professional as yourself would turn a blind eye to mine.”
“Partially blind, thank you very much, but it’s not my eye you should be concerned with.” Billy gripped his gun. “I’m right sorry to hear that your girl ran out on you again. Kids at that age are spontaneous, shifters especially so. But it’s hardly my concern. You hired me to find and deliver your daughter. I did my part. What happens after that is out of my hands.”
Settembrini poured himself another whiskey. “Nevertheless,” he said, “I find myself in the same state of loss as I was before engaging your services. Hell, I should be asking you to compensate me a c-note given the circumstances, but I’m a gentleman. As far as I’m concerned we’re even, and the matter is forthwith closed. Now. If you’d like to sit down and try your hand with the boys here, you might just win your hundred dollars back plus an evening full of sweet android ass in your face…”
The sharp ring of gunfire halted Settembrini’s speech. Billy had drawn his revolver swiftly, and there it was, smoking in his hand. A new hole appeared in the fine upholstered wingback chair Settembrini was sitting on, proof a hot bullet was nesting there.
“I’m not asking again,” Billy said. “The next shot goes straight for your family jewels, Signor. Either my money or something far more unsightly will be on the table by the time I get to five.”
Settembrini swallowed hard as Billy started to count.
“One. Two. Three…”
