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Scary Gary by Ofelia Gränd

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Micah Thaxter has a problem — one scary, inconvenient problem. His shadow wants him dead and isn’t shy about it.

On the plus side, it’s not his time to die and Scary Gary is always there to carry him back to the land of the living. Gary is far too pale, his black cloak a bit out of fashion, and his scythe quite terrifying, but he’s still one of the most beautiful men Micah has ever seen.

Micah may be stuck with a homicidal shadow, but perhaps there’s a way to keep Gary around too. His job escorting souls keeps him busy, but since Micah has already died once today, Gary’s there. So what’s the harm in offering him a cup of tea?

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Eight Feet of Magic by Ofelia Gränd

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There is still magic to be found. Even in the bleakest of places.

Hank Goodenough has spent his entire life in the smoggy streets of London trying to keep his head down and not to get noticed. Not an easy feat when you’re the tallest one in the room and have a brass funnel protruding from your head. When he finds himself laid off work once again, his dad wants to drag him away on a crazy quest. Before he can figure out how to get out of it, he finds himself on a steam-driven airship in search of Odin, the old Norse God, and is sharing a room with Captain Elazar Steel, a man strutting around on one high-heeled boot and one peg leg.

Steel doesn’t care that the winks, smiles, and small touches he and Hank share might get them hanged once they land on the ground again. He is determined to show Hank there is magic in the world and that there is no better place to be than on his balloon ship steering towards the Arctic Circle.

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The Egg Hunt by Ofelia Gränd

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Jason has one rule when it comes to holidays — work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal — at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?

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Guest post by Ofelia Gränd

Happy Easter!

I was a bit late writing this post and thought to myself, I’ll make it easy, I’ll write something about Easter. But what’s typical about Easter? In Sweden, we dress up as Easter witches and eat loads of candy.

You might not know what an Easter witch is. A super quick trip on Google told me it’s a Swedish and Finnish tradition. You see, on Maundy Thursday, which is the day I’m writing this, all the witches around here hop on their brooms and fly to Blåkulla. No one really knows where this Blåkulla is. In Sweden, we have several places called Blåkulla — it means blue hill.

Writing this, has the wheels spinning in my head. I know what I’ll be writing for Easter next year LOL. Anyway, the witches hopped on their brooms and flew to Blåkulla to meet up with the Devil and have orgies up to Easter Eve or Easter Sunday, they’re a bit unclear on what day they stopped.

This has to do with the witch persecutions in the 1600s. More than 200 women were killed in Sweden, the last one in 1704. For decades to come, we still had the death penalty for witchcraft, and to prevent witches to get to Blåkulla during this period, everything that could be used as a vehicle was locked away on Maundy Thursday, including cows so no witch would get it into her head to ride there.

Today, kids dress up as witches and go from house to house to wish their neighbours a happy Easter. It’s similar to trick or treating since it’s custom to give the kids candy when they come knocking on your door.

Now, I’m here to talk about The Egg Hunt, an Easter story I wrote back in 2016 that’s now found a new home with JMS Books. There are no Easter witches in it I’m afraid. I’ll save that story for next year 😀

It’s about Tom who lives in a small town called Nortown. He is looking forward to a calm and quiet Easter on his own. Enter Jason, a rather obnoxious bartender from the city who after an incident with his dog need a place to stay.

EXCERPT FROM The Egg Hunt

“Have you seen a little dog?”

Cerulean blue eyes met his, and Tom read both fear and desperation there. His stomach clenched as he took in the guy’s features: a fashionable stubble, long dark eyelashes, and a refined nose. His skin held a warm tone matching his honey-coloured hair. Tom quickly looked away. He didn’t ogle guys, not this close to home.

“Nope, haven’t seen anyone all day.”

“Oh … Do you know how I can get back to the road?”

Tom put the chainsaw down and held out his hand to help the man up.

He slowly climbed to his feet. There were dark patches on the knees of his thin jeans from where he’d landed in the snow. Tom winced when a cold finger brushed against the inside of his wrist.

“Which road do you want to get back to?” They were almost as far from the main road as they were from the road leading into town, not to mention all the tiny little roads that snaked their way through the forest.

“Erm … the one leading into town?”

Tom peered at the sky; the sun would be setting soon. With a sigh, he started packing his things. The trees would have to wait. “My car is on the other side.” He pointed to the pine trees behind him and put the scabbard on the chainsaw blade.

“There’s a road?” The guy stared at the trees as if he would be able to see it now when he knew it was there.

“Yes, a small one.”

“Oh … Biscuit!”

Tom jumped as the guy’s voice echoed over the silent land. “Who are you calling?”

“My dog. He ran away.”

He? “I’m sure he’ll turn up soon.” Dogs usually found their way home, and most of the snow had melted, so he’d probably be fine. Unless he went through the ice, of course, but he wouldn’t mention that to the guy.

“You think?” He straightened his back and looked Tom straight in the eyes, making Tom’s mouth go dry. He swallowed to lubricate it so he could speak.

“Absolutely. He’s probably already back at … wherever you’re staying. Come on, I’ll drive you to where you need to go.”

Tom led the way back to his van. Mud and slush had splashed all over the sides, and Tom had to clear all his papers and shit from the passenger seat for the man to sit. Then he hopped in and started the car. “I have to make a phone call, sorry.” Tom hated when people talked on the phone in the car, but he needed to tell Tris he was going home or Tris would come looking for him.

The signal went through. “Yeah?”

Tom cringed at the tone. “Is it a bad time?”

“Nah, it’s fine … it’s just … never mind. How’s it going?”

“I’m packing up. Had a visitor, so I’m heading home a little early.”

“You didn’t happen to see a dog, did you?”

Tom squinted at the bloke sitting next to him. “No, but I have a man here looking for one.”

“Oh, the idiot’s with you?” There was a sigh of relief on the other end.

Tom pursed his lips and looked at the guy again. “Maybe … lost, and looking for a dog named Biscuit?”

“That’s the one. If it wasn’t for Aiden, I’d say leave him, but could you please drive the moron to town?”

“To town?”

“Yeah, we’re at Jen’s.”

Tom smiled. This could be interesting, and he wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee. “Will do.”

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It Doesn’t Translate by Ofelia Gränd

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Noir Kioko had only ever seen one human before his undercover work brought him to the diner at the Luna Terminal, and that was at a distance. Humans are rare, most of them disappear without a trace, and he hopes hanging around the restaurant will give him a lead on the smuggling ring he’s investigating. There was no way he could’ve known the human would turn out to be his mate, and no way he can let it show without putting his mate in danger and possibly jeopardising his mission.

Max Welch is the proud owner of the only restaurant within a light year’s distance. He left Earth four years ago to create a better life for himself, but he hadn’t considered the possibility of scary alien pirates making his restaurant their favourite hangout spot. As a measly human there isn’t much he can do about it, but as one of the pirates starts coming by almost every day he has to come up with something before he loses all his customers. That the giant cat man is rather nice to look at changes nothing.

When rumours of another human arriving at the space station start to circulate, Noir’s species trafficking infiltrate and observe only mission may need a revamp. But will Noir be able to protect his mate and another one of his rare species?

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