Book
Names: Hidden Gem, Unicorns and Rainbow Poop, On The Right Track (Audio Book)
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Author
Name: Lissa Kasey/Sam Kadence
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press & Harmony Ink Press
Interview with Ru, Adam, Dane and Bas from On the Right Track and
Unicorns and Rainbow Poop
Wicked Faerie's: For Bas- Bas, what is one thing that makes you happy? What’s something
that makes you smile?
Bas: Dane singing in the kitchen as he makes lunch
for everyone. He does this hip swinging dance thing that I’m sure he doesn’t
even realize that he’s doing, but it makes me smile every time.
Wicked Faerie's: For Dane –Dane, what’s your favorite meal or
dessert to make for your friends? Why?
Dane: Pizza. You can put anything on pizza. And
everyone loves pizza. Even if they don’t like tomatoes or cheese or gluten or
whatever—there’s always a way to make a pizza for someone.
Wicked Faerie's: For Ru and Dane – If offered the chance to be in a band together again, on YOUR terms, would you consider it? And this would purely be for fun, not for fame, not for the masses but just for you and the ones you love.
Ru: I like doing the solo thing because I hated dancing. I guess if I
could do a rock thing with the guys that would be okay.
Dane: Like headbanging?
Ru: Lots of guitars and drums.
Dane: I think I’m more pop than you.
Ru: The whole world is more pop than me. We could do a Christmas
reunion album or something. Christmas music has a lot of harmonies. So long as
I don’t have to dance we’re good.
Dane: I like Christmas music. We could do that.
Ru: Add Tommy and we could be the three stooges’ Christmas album.
Dane:
*laughs*Wicked Faerie's: For Ru – What’s the one style of music you’d love to try but haven’t? Why or why not?
Ru: I’m pretty open to styles but I sort of mesh them together. I do a lot of rock and some folk with a little bit of jazz and pop mixed in. I’ve been doing a little more overseas traveling and would love to incorporate some of the international sounds I’ve been hearing. Adam laughs when I pull out the guitar and make up songs about losing my truck and my dog.
Wicked Faerie's: For Bas and Dane and Adam and Ru
–Share with us a favorite date night?
Adam and Ru: Pizza at Dmitri’s, a movie, and then ice cream at Nelson’s. Maybe some
snuggle time after Ru sings a few songs while strumming his guitar.
Bas and Dane: A movie at home in Bas’ room. Or some snuggling
while watching My Little Pony.
Wicked Faerie's: For Adam – What’s something you wish to accomplish in the next five years, besides graduating college?
Wicked Faerie's: For Adam – What’s something you wish to accomplish in the next five years, besides graduating college?
Adam: I think I’d like to become one of those travel reporters. The kind that tour other countries and write about them. Maybe bringing light to the hardships that the world doesn’t see every day. I think educating the world to look beyond the individual is important, and if I can change even one heart then I’ve succeeded in making the world a better place.
Excerpts:
HIDDEN
GEM:
First Glimpse by
Lissa Kasey
Aki
swept up a bottle of McNaughton’s favorite scotch and headed toward the broad
Irishman. The man’s shoulders were arched forward, back tense, hair a sexy
mess, and face covered with a couple days’ growth. Obviously the cop was on a
difficult case. The detective hadn’t yet asked for him, just for his usual
meal—almost bloody steak with a baked potato.
“You
look like you could use a drink,” Aki told him as he slid into the chair beside
him. He turned an empty glass over and poured three fingers of the golden
liquid.
McNaughton
sighed, his dark eyes roaming over Aki’s small body, platinum blond hair pulled
up and styled with sparkling pins, see-thru knit top, and super-short skirt,
then over his bare legs down to the gleaming heels. The shoes were a silver mesh
of crystals that slid up just past his ankles. A gift from McNaughton. The cop
sucked in a deep breath and slid his hand over the covered part of Aki’s thigh.
He knew better than to touch bare flesh to bare flesh. Aki was a cognitive psi,
could see entire lives of horrors with a single touch, and he was sure
McNaughton’s past was filled with a lot of nasty memories.
“Wish
you had time for me tonight. But I’ve got a feeling you’re booked up tight.” He
glanced back at the room bustling with companions and potential customers. Aki
was the only psi in the room, his pale-pupiled blue eyes telling the world that
he was different.
“I’m
sure Bart can fit you in.” Aki’s eyes scanned the room until he found his boss,
who was engaged with negotiations with another client. “Looks like you need
some trouble eased tonight.” He leaned in close enough his breath ran across
McNaughton’s cheek.
McNaughton
turned his head, lips nearly close enough to touch. “Would love a bit of time
with your shine.”
“Words
like honey, McNaughton.”
The
cop flashed him one of his rare, heart-stopping smiles then nodded as Bart
appeared beside them. “Table seven is ready, Aki. Number one.” Bart told him.
Aki
grabbed Bart’s wrist with a gloved hand. “The cop needs some time tonight. You
can make that happen, right?”
“Of
course.” Bart nodded to them and took Aki’s vacated seat and Aki made his way
to his next client of the evening. There were only two services Aki performed.
A hand job and a blow job, one and two. This client wanted number one—which
meant he was cheap since rarely did anyone ask for a hand job from him. But his
prices were astronomical anyway.
“Hello,”
Aki smiled at the man as he slid into the chair opposite him. The client was
dressed nice, button down shirt, pressed pants, but he was bald and a little
heavier around the waist. A politician probably. “If you’re ready we can head
upstairs.”
The
man barely spoke, but he leered, eyes tracing over Aki’s form more like he was
cattle than a night of entertainment. Even in his worst moments McNaughton had
never done that. It wasn’t appreciation, but something darker. Aki sighed
internally and hoped this would be fast. He knew a thousand ways to get a man
off in minutes. Something about him just set off Aki’s creep radar.
“I
hear some wait months for the pleasure of your time,” the man said with
slightly accented speech.
Not
usually. The only ones who waited weeks were because their schedule and Aki’s
conflicted or because they’d done something to upset him or Bart. Most clients
got in within a few days if not the same day of requesting Aki’s time. And
regulars were always given precedence over someone not yet vetted like this
client. “If I don’t please you I can see if Preston or Royce is available.”
“I
was hoping for Candy originally.”
Was
always good to be told he was second choice. Aki gritted his teeth. “Candy only
serves a special kind of client. And he does have a wait list.” Mostly because
he took clients who wanted a little more kink than any of the other male
companions preferred. Aki was going to recommend this client be removed from
the premises after the service was over.
“I
guess you’ll have to do then. Won’t you?” He gave Aki a chilling smile.
Bastard.
Aki got up from his seat and offered his gloved hand to the man who followed
closely. They’d reached the stairs when the man grabbed him, yanked Aki against
him and shoved his hand up Aki’s skirt, groping him and sending him into a
spiral of nightmares.
A
dark room. The metallic stink of blood. Screams. The sound of knives being sharpened.
Metal bars clanking. Crying. Pain. The music of an ice cream truck. How odd. It
was all ripped away a moment later, but Aki’s stomach was already heaving. The
small plate of fruit and yogurt he’d had for dinner was not going to stay down.
Someone
carried him unceremoniously to the private companion bathroom near the kitchen
and set him in front of the toilet just as the mash of fruits and dairy came
up. Aki heaved a couple of minutes, his brain swirling with the images that
thankfully began to fade just as quickly as they’d come. With any luck he’d be
able to brush his teeth, wash his face and go about his work day.
He
glanced up to find Manny, the head of security standing at the door. McNaughton
knelt beside Aki. Had held his hair back and even used his jacket to cover
Aki’s bottom. The skirts really were too short.
“Bart
is already having the guy removed. He should never have touched you like that.
Sorry I didn’t get to you quicker,” Manny told Aki. “Grateful to you,
Detective, for responding so quickly.”
McNaughton
stroked Aki’s back, using the soft material of the sweater to run circles over
his spine. “Want to talk about it?”
Aki
sighed. “Same crap. Just weird. Darkness, crying, smelled blood. Heard knives.”
He shook his head. “The guy could work at a butcher for all I know. The
memories get so jumbled.” Often with his own horrific past. “Thought I heard a
kid. And bars rattling like in a jail. And the music from an ice cream truck.”
McNaughton
nodded like it made perfect sense to him and helped Aki get up and make his way
to the sink where there were spare toothbrushes and endless varieties of paste.
The cop leaned over and kissed Aki’s hair. “Gotta go. I’ll have Bart reschedule
me sometime this week though. Love that you wore my shoes.” He was gone a
moment later.
Aki
cleaned up and made his way back to work. At least the night was almost over.
He was sad that McNaughton hadn’t stayed. Would have liked to see that smile
another time or two. At least the rest of the night flew by without incident,
even if the detective didn’t return.
“Sleeping
with me tonight?” Candy asked as he stripped out of their work clothes, leaving
just a pair of bright pink underwear and crawled into bed. His purple hair was
already brushed and eyes heavy with sleep.
“Please,”
Aki whispered. He stripped off everything but his underwear too. After putting
his shoes and pins away, he washed his face.
“Heard
that guy touched you. What a jerk.”
“He
wanted you to begin with.” Aki curled up beside his best friend.
Candy
flicked off the light. “I would have brought him down a few pegs.”
Aki
smiled, but he didn’t want to think of the horrible man at all. Those memories
just needed to go away. He had enough of his own to battle with each day. He
fell asleep hoping to wake up with less nasty memories each day.
The
next afternoon Aki was up early and at Artie’s for breakfast—best 24/7 diner in
the area—when McNaughton arrived. The man sat down at his table without asking
and pushed a pair of slim, jeweled, yellow flat sandals into Aki’s hands.
“What’s this for?” Aki asked.
He
just shook his head. He threw a stack of cash on the table and motioned to the
waitress. “Anything he wants is on me.” He then got up from the table and
headed for the door.
“Well
that was weird,” Aki said to LuAnn, the waitress.
She
pointed at the Vid screen. “He had a rough night. Caught the guy who was
killing kids.” The Vidscreen was turned to the news. Something about a man
named the “Ice Cream Killer” had been captured. Apparently he used an ice cream
truck to lure kids in, kidnapped them, raped them and killed them. Real
monster.
A
picture popped up of the guy. It was the client from the Gem. Maybe that’s why
McNaughton was at the Gem. No matter what he hoped the detective visited him
tonight. The new yellow shoes would need a new skirt to match…
Hidden Gem
UNICORNS
AND RAINBOW POOP EXCERPT:
“So I was thinking since you and I both
care about Tommy, we have something in common. See, Tommy is stressed, and I
thought we could do something nice for him.”
Dane sat but glared at the man
suspiciously. “What sort of nice thing?”
Bas motioned to the bags. “We’re going
to make him cookies.”
Dane gulped. “I don’t like food.”
“You
won’t be eating it. Tommy will. He canceled a class to come here. Did he tell
you? He was taking a theater class at the community college back in Minnesota.
Had to withdraw to be here. And with college, you know that means giving up any
money paid. Not that money matters much to you guys. Though as young as you all
are, I hope you’re well invested.”
Bas shrugged at him and began taking
things out of the bags. Flour, eggs, sugar—both white and brown—food coloring,
butter, vanilla, and lemons.
“I didn’t know,” Dane said quietly. He’d
thought Tommy would be the least affected by his problems. Of course he’d been
wrong about that too. Couldn’t he do anything right? “I don’t know anything
about cooking.”
“That’s okay. I got this recipe online.
It’s pretty easy. We’re making unicorn poop cookies.”
“What?”
“They are sugar cookies with food
coloring in them to make them all rainbow-like. Unicorns are good luck and all
that. Supposed to be the embodiment of goodness and purity.” Bas picked up his
tablet, tapped the screen, and flipped it so Dane could see. The cookies really
did look like a big pile of rainbow poop.
“Looks tasty,” Dane grumbled.
“We shall see, right? Think you can
measure for me?” He pulled out a couple of cookie sheets and turned on one of
the many ovens. “I got permission to use the kitchen here, but we can’t get too
rowdy or they’ll kick me out.” He winked at Dane. “I’m pretty sure the
orderlies outside are to make sure I’m not burning the place down.”
Dane got up and moved around the counter
to stare at the list of ingredients. Bas plugged in a big mixer and took the
mixing bowl out of it, bringing it to the counter for them to fill.
“This is really for Tommy?”
“Sure. We can send some to Ru and Adam
too if you’d like. I heard they are only an hour or so away.”
“I don’t want Ru to know I’m here,” Dane
said immediately. He didn’t need to mess up anyone else’s life.
“No worries. We need tell them nothing other than
that they are from you.”
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EXCERPT
FOR ON THE RIGHT TRACK
RU’S phone
pinged with a new message from Tommy.
Looks like
another one, sorry.
The text was
attached to a photo of the cover of a magazine featuring Ru kissing his
ex-boyfriend Kris and then a smaller picture of Kris kissing another guy.
Headline for that one was Vocal Growth Star Jilted! Six months and still front
page news.
He sighed. Even
leaving California hadn’t helped. Here he was in the cold autumn of Minnesota,
alone, but still stalked by the conservative media who thought anyone under
eighteen didn’t deserve to recognize their sexuality. Sure he was gay. He’d
known for years. Had even made the mistake of telling his father when he was
eleven. Why did that make him a bad guy?
As part of a boy
band that had traveled the world a few times and won a hefty number of awards,
he was required to maintain a wholesome image. At least that’s what his former
recording studio had told him. And wholesome didn’t mean kissing another guy,
even when he and Kris had been exclusive for almost two years. So, while it was
okay for other celebrities to come out and show pride, anyone under the magical
age of eighteen was ridiculed, cast out, and treated as a pariah of the
community.
Do you need me
to come stay with you? Tommy texted again. He was a former bandmate but
still a good friend. Tommy hadn’t cared when Ru told him he was gay. He did
offer to kick the crap out of Kris after the guy had set them up to be photographed
together, outing Ru to the whole world, only to then cheat on him. Would Ru’s
heart ever stop breaking at the memory?
Ru texted back He never really loved me, did he?
On the right
Track (audio)
On the Right
Track (Book)
Author
Bio:
Sam Kadence has
always dreamed about being someone else, somewhere else. With very little
musical talent, Sam decided the only way to make those dreams come true was to
try everything from cosplay at the local anime conventions to writing novels
about pretending to run away to become a musician.
Sam has a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing, sells textbooks for a living, enjoys taking photographs of Asian Ball Joint Dolls to tell more stories, and has eclectic taste in music from J-pop to rock and country. All of which finds its way into the books eventually.
Email: samkadence.author@gmail.com;
Sam has a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing, sells textbooks for a living, enjoys taking photographs of Asian Ball Joint Dolls to tell more stories, and has eclectic taste in music from J-pop to rock and country. All of which finds its way into the books eventually.
Email: samkadence.author@gmail.com;
Lissa Kasey lives in
St. Paul, MN, has a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing, and collects Asian
Ball Joint Dolls who look like her characters. She has three cats who enjoy
waking her up an hour before her alarm every morning and sitting on her lap to
help her write. She can often be found at Anime Conventions masquerading as
random characters when she's not writing about boy romance.
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