Saturday, May 23, 2015

Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters by Angel Martinez: #Guest Post #NewRelease #Excerpt @AngelMartinezrr

Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters
 (Offbeat Crimes, Book 1) 
by Angel Martinez

 Expected Publication: May 24th 2015 
Genres: Gay, Paranormal, Mystery,  Romance, Comedy, Action / Adventure 
What good is a squad of cops with psychic abilities if all of them are defective?

Officer Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to Philadelphia’s 77th Precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.

Just as Kyle’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, his new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved, and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways.

Now, if Kyle and Vikash can learn to work together, they just might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.
Schuylkill – a Fine and Quirky River

I don’t live in Philadelphia. Let’s get that straight right off the bat. But when you live in Delaware, you adopt the closest big cities, since we don’t really have any to speak of. When you get local news, it’s either out of Philly or out of Baltimore. When you cheer for sports teams, the same two cities apply. So we tend to adopt out local big city as our own. I’ve spent so much time in Philly International, I pretty much qualify as a resident there, and between kid trips to the museums and historical sites, teen trips to South Street ’cause we were cool, and adult trips for concerts, shopping, museums, and exploring the amazing restaurants, Philly is my second home. It’s only about forty-five minutes away. Without traffic. And minus construction.

Philly has two major waterways it’s depended on during its history – the Delaware River, which is the big shipping lane, the commercial heart, and the Schuylkill River, which has a more colorful past. The name, from Dutch settlers, could have meant “sheltered river” or “hidden river” but I kinda like the translation “hideout river” best. There may or may not have been bandit hideouts at one time.

The Schuylkill was originally just as important commercially, especially for the transport of coal. But years of coal silt drifting downriver and pollution from mining and industry took a terrible toll. In the early twentieth century, silt buildup had made the river impossible to navigate, since it was too shallow, and the Schuylkill caught fire more than once in its worst polluted years. In the late 1940’s dredging and cleanup began – woohoo! Now the river is a scenic route, a recreational site, and a place of inspiration.

All of the sites mentioned in Lime Gelatin, including the specific elaborate boathouses named for their clubs, are real places along the Schuylkill and in the surrounding Fairmount Park area. The restored Waterworks are a joy to visit. The Art Museum is right there within sight of the river as well – and there’s much more to this wonderful museum than the damn Rocky steps out front. If you’re ever in Philly for a couple of days with some decent weather and a bit of time, take the walk along the river path. But, you know, watch out for monsters…
Kylesat up straighter, shifting to see between the heads in front of him. Soren looked like a poster boy for the model police officer, tall and straight, uniform crisp and sharp. He stood at parade rest beside the lieutenant, impassively surveying his new colleagues. A little knot of resentment lodged in Kyle’s stomach. At his own introduction to the 77th, he’d been nervous and fidgety, freaked out by the collection of…freaks. How can he be so calm?
“Officer Soren transferred from the Harrisburg PD—”

“Don’t they have enough freaky shit of their own up there?” Wolf called out in his rasping growl.

“Since Harrisburg is in our jurisdiction,” she continued with a quelling glance. “He’ll start out partnered with Monroe.”

“What does he do, ma’am? That it’s safe to put him with Kirby, er, Kyle?” Shira Lourdes asked as she flicked nervous glances across the room at Kyle. An empty chair slid away from her and fell over. Her partner, Greg Santos, shook his head and righted the unfortunate piece of furniture.

“Officer Soren’s abilities are his business, which he may or may not choose to share if you ask. And don’t bully him about it either, any of you.” Lieutenant Dunfee swept the room again, pinning each of her officers with her needle-laser gaze like captive butterflies. “Monroe, my office after briefing. Info on your current case.”

She dismissed them, stalking from the room with thunderclouds in her eyes. Kyle found himself approaching the new guy and trying his best not to be awkward. Did he offer to shake hands? Was it safe? Would the guy flinch like so many people did at the sight of Kyle’s scarred hands? Soren was even taller up close, six-foot-three of lean inscrutability, his blue eyes startlingly bright against smoky bronze skin.

“Um, hi, I’m Kyle Monroe.” Kyle fidgeted when Soren didn’t offer his hand either. “You’re with me, I guess. I’ll show you our spot in the squad room.”

Soren followed him silently and Kyle was starting to wonder if he was like Krisk in the not-speaking department until he finally spoke in a smooth, soft baritone, making Kyle startle and miss a step. “Why do they call you Kirby?”

“You’d hear it sooner or later, I guess.” Kyle shrugged. “It’s this thing I do, absorbing other people’s talents temporarily. If they’re close to me. Or touch me. Like Kirby, the little pink dude in the video game.”


Just that? Soren didn’t edge away, or change expression at all. Was he made of stone? “It’s a thing. Everyone here has a thing.”

After a few more steps, Soren asked, “Always?”

“What… Oh, was I always like this? Who knows? I mean, maybe I’ve picked up stray thoughts or something, but no. It’s pretty recent. Knowing that I do this.”

Kyle took a wide arc around Vance as he entered the squad room, pointing to the double desk in the far corner, well removed from everyone else. “That’s ours. Coffee’s over there, but you might not want that coffee. Let me grab my file and we’ll go see the lieutenant.”

“So what’s your story, Soren?” Vance called across the squad room. “What flies your freak flag?”

“Yeah, what do you do?” Jeff Gatling stopped ’porting his banana from one corner of his desk to the other.

“I don’t really do anything,” Soren answered as he hefted the empty coffeepot. “Guess I’ll make fresh since I’m the new guy.”

He opened the top to remove the filter and every human voice in the squad room yelled out, “No!”

Most people would have startled, maybe dropped the carafe. Soren just blinked at the roomful of people gesturing wildly. He took the filter out and emptied it over the trashcan. “Why not?”

“You don’t want to do that.” Kyle stayed by his desk, a nice safe distance from the coffee station. “That’s Larry’s job.”

“Larry’s not keeping up then.”

The container of sweetener packets began to rattle. It shivered across the counter and leaped to a messy end, ceramic shards skittering across the floor. The desk that Krisk and Wolf shared rose from the floor several inches and slammed back down. Wolf fled with a squeaking yelp just before the desk flipped on its side.

Soren glanced toward Kyle. “Larry’s not a cop, is he?”

“He is…he was! A dead cop. Larry’s a ghost. He gets ticked if anyone else makes the coffee. Put the stuff back, please!”

“Larry?” Soren raised his voice but to all appearances remained completely unruffled. “I’m new here. I’m very sorry I invaded your jurisdiction. See? I’m putting the carafe back. Closing the top. Are we good, Larry?”

A breeze ruffled through a stack of papers, but no further mayhem ensued. The carafe slid from its pad on the coffeemaker and floated to the water cooler where Larry, who never manifested in a visible form, whistled tunelessly while he filled the carafe.

From his dim corner of the room, Carrington said in his dry, genteel way, “Welcome to the Island of Misfit Freaks...”

Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres. Her experiences as a soldier, a nurse, a banker, and an underpaid corporate drone give her a broad view of the world and a deep appreciation for the astounding variety of people on this small planet. 

She currently lives part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head. She has one husband of over twenty years, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate. 

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  1. Wow the series sounds so good and a great excerpt too. I'm from the UK and I hate that I can't buy my books from Amberquill any more now I have to wait until they appear at Amazon or ARe.


    1. I'm so sorry about that, Shirley Ann ;( It's about a week to 10 days usually for Amber to get the books released on Amazon - so not too long?

  2. What a great book title! Enjoyed the excerpt and adding the book to my TBR list. Thanks for the chance at the giveaway.

  3. The book sounds good and I liked the excerpt. I look forward to reading the book and see if I recognize some of the places. I live in Delaware myself and was born in PA outside of Philadelphia.

    1. OMG, Denise! A Delawarean! (Forgive my unseemly excitement, but I don't run into too many online :D )

  4. Thank you for the post and excerpt, Angel! This book sounds great. Thanks for the chance!

  5. This sounds bonkers, so I'd definitely be interested when this comes out!

    1. Bonkers...heehee. I kinda hope so. Out now at Amber and very soon on Amazon :)

  6. I love mm crime related books they normally have the alpha males that I like to read about....

    1. Not sure if you'll find too many Alphas here, Erica ;) Maybe Krisk...but he's a lizard...

  7. The book title is awesome. Very interested to read more about these gelatinous creatures. :)