First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with the blog tour for Bad, Dad, and Dangerous. I had so much fun on this anthology with my co-authors, who already all friends of mine, and I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. In ‘It’s All in the Name’ I wanted to give you a glimpse at the world behind the story in Elf Shot, including a bit of information about Bell’s boss and mentor, Felix Maguire. Who is a lot of fun to write too!
It’s All in the Name – Part 2
“If we’re to make peace,” an intent woman, grey hair in a no-nonsense bob and eyes like flint, said in a voice crisp as starched linen. “Surely we need to trust the fey.”
Jubal sucked in a breath to try and cut that off, but too late. The laugh had already escaped Felix’s throat.
“Trust is the last thing we need,” he said bluntly. “And the last thing they’d offer.”
She glared at him. “The sidhe are people too,” she said. “They have families they love. Friends. Lovers. Pets. Not that I’d expect the Iron Hand of the Iron Door to understand that.”
The truth stung on Felix’s tongue. Before he could spit it out Jubal finally managed to use that breath he’d been holding.
“Trust comes with time and experience, Dr Strand,” he said smoothly. Everything about Jubal was smooth, from his soothing tenor voice to his well-tailored suits. “On both sides. Oversight and regulation will make that easier. We can’t force it.”
There’d been a time Felix had known every inch of the smooth, tanned skin under those tailored suits. He’d known the spots where unmarked skin overlaid old injuries, rough threads worked through bone and muscle. Then he’d come back from the Otherworld with a broken arm and the taste of his breakfast eggs still sour in the bile that coated his tongue.
Five years had passed. Jubal had been promoted. Got married. Had kids, and thankfully not named them after Felix.
It happened. Not often. Sometimes.
You couldn’t trust faerie with your time, never mind your life. And any sidhe would be offended if you called them people to their face.
“The problem, Dr Strand,” Felix interrupted as he finished his glass of wine. It might have been stronger than he’d thought. “Is that if you trust the fey, they’ll think you’re a fool.”
Jubal clenched his jaw as Dr Strand flushed a dull, angry colour and spluttered her rejections. She’d studied the fey, apparently. She’d gone to Ireland and seen how cohabitation could work.
It was bullshit. The Irish Agreement with the fey was the shame of the Catholic Church. A dozen Irish-American families had petitioned the Iron Doors to repatriate relatives they’d lost to the Otherworld if they were found over there. Grandmothers, lost children, and anyone talented enough to catch the eye or a passing fey.
Sure they’d agreed to go, but once over there they only had the choice to stay.
“Maybe, Agent Maguire,” Dr Strand snapped at him as she tossed her glass of water back. “Once the Accords are signed, it’ll time to pension out the old guard.”
“The Iron Door don’t have a pension plan,” Felix said. “Just a plot in the ground with our name on it. Excuse me. I see someone I should speak to.”
He did not, but Jubal was a friend. Felix probably shouldn’t give him a stroke on the eve of what his name would go down in history for. So he nodded politely and edged away into the crowd before he said anything worse. Halfway through one of the other Iron Door agents fell in at his shoulder, just behind and his head on swivel.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” Felix said dryly. “Not anywhere. Definitely not here.”
Jameson grinned. It was crooked, pulled askew by the old scar his Ma had left on his lip when he’d not swim away with her.
“Bodyguard?” he drawled. “I thought we were making a break for it?”
Felix laughed and tasted vervain and figs as he inhaled. The itch under his skin wasn’t from the scratches the roses had left. It was a Gate, freshly hacked through the walls between. Almost hacked.
“Fuck,” Felix said flatly.
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TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.
Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.
RHYS FORD is an award-winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban fantasy series and is a two-time LAMBDA finalist with her Murder and Mayhem novels. She is also a 2017 Gold and Silver Medal winner in the Florida Authors and Publishers President’s Book Awards for her novels Ink and Shadows and Hanging the Stars. She is published by Dreamspinner Press and DSP Publications.
She’s also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? She shares the house with Harley, an insane grey tuxedo as well as a ginger cairn terrorist named Gus. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and enjoys murdering make-believe people.
Bru Baker writes sophisticated gay romantic fiction with strong characters, real-world problems, and plenty of humor.
Bru spent fifteen years writing for newspapers before making the jump to fiction. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a story. She and her husband have two children, which means a lot of her books get written from the sidelines of various sports practices.
Jenn Moffatt is a proud nerd. Raised on Star Trek, Dark Shadows, The Wild Wild West, and James Bond, she learned not to be afraid of things that go bump in the night and to have hope for the future of humanity. She grew up wanting to be a member of the Addams Family or part of the crew of the USS Enterprise—and she still does.
She’s been soaked to the skin for Chinese New Year and walked in the fog in Frisco. Went to high school in Sin City, and no, she didn’t live in a casino. Lived on the slope of an active volcano, and used to snorkel between classes in college on the Big Island. Now she lives in San Diego where she gets to see the ocean and wildflowers in the desert on the same day.
Jenn was born disabled, which gives her a deep understanding of what it’s like to be different, but she’s never let it hold her back. It just means she gets pretty good parking.