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Book Title: Caught (A Balance of Magic #1)

Author: Jackie

Publisher: Jackie

Cover Artist: Jackie

Release Date: September 24,

Genre: M/M Fantasy

Tropes: love vs. duty, cinnamon roll death god, soul mates, found family,
worlds in peril, two against the world, hurt/comfort

Series Themes: the world is fragile, short-term decisions have long-term
consequences, gifts are given for a reason

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 52 000

This is book #1 in the series.
The romance ends on a HFN. The main story arc
continues across all three books, and Tenzen and Rakurai will get their HEA at the end of
book #3.


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Rakurai hunts demons. He doesn’t consort with gods. Until
he meets Tenzen.

Tenzen cares for souls. He despises the callous,
self-absorbed Yuvine. Until he meets Rakurai.

A rescue and a sacrifice make a death god and a hunter fall
in love, but a life of bliss is not on the cards. Someone is disturbing the balance of magic,
leaving two worlds in danger. And while desire draws Rakurai and Tenzen together, duty,
assassins, and clan politics keep them apart.

Who will Tenzen and Rakurai save in the end? Two worlds
or each other?

Caught starts a new mm paranormal
romance series, A Balance of Magic, featuring mortals and immortals from both sides of the
veil, old promises, new revelations, and a bloody fight between love and duty. It is the first
book of a trilogy and ends with a HFN. The characters will get their HEA in the final


He walked through the mists, gaze scanning the trees and
bushes lining the path. Judging by the colour of the leaves and the bounty of fruit, the
seasons still aligned on both sides of the veil, though the time of day did not. He’d left the
human realm in the late afternoon, yet here it appeared to be early morning. And
something—or someone—called to him.

There were no words, just a powerful tug on his awareness.
A tug that made him want to follow the path, walk faster, run—

He stopped.


The tug eased a fraction, but didn’t disappear.

“Who are you and what do you want?” The trees

swallowed Rakurai’s question and returned no answer. Could this be the rafeet’s doing? Did
it have the power to make Rakurai rush headlong into a trap? He’d never read of such a

He took a careful step forward.

The tug eased a little more.

He took a step back the way he’d come.

The tug grew stronger.

“Understood,” he said, irony strong in his voice. He had to
find the rafeet, but he could spare some time to see what other creature had need of

He followed the path, watching the bark of the trees, the
grass, and the rushes underfoot for signs of the rafeet’s passing. There weren’t any now. The
demon wouldn’t hunt on its own turf, and it would take care not to lead a hunter to its lair.

It grew warmer as Rakurai walked, and the sun had passed
its zenith when he topped a ridge overlooking a manor house set in a neat pattern of fields.
The dwelling looked much like his own: three wings of rooms arranged around a courtyard,
dark wooden beams on foundations of rough stone, with a veranda edging each wing, and
shoji screens hiding the interior from view.

Servants passed back and forth, and Rakurai saw people
tending the fields. He thought about approaching openly, like a traveller looking for a place
to rest, but finally dismissed the idea. Instead, he slept the afternoon away, up on his ridge,
then slid through the fields under cover of dusk, found a sheltered spot beside the house,
and waited for full darkness.

The statue in the courtyard had drawn him here, he
realised as he came closer. Shaped like a tall man with long flowing hair, it stood on a plinth
surrounded by water. The artist had caught each swirl of robes and hair with precision, as if
the figure walked in a light breeze and was just about to take the next step. It was an
exceptional work, worthy of an emperor’s court, and Rakurai wondered who had stolen it,
and why.

He waited until a cloud dimmed the moonlight, then
crossed the courtyard to get as close to the sculpture as he could.

The statue regarded him from glowing violet eyes, and the
moment their gazes connected a voice, deep and commanding, rang in Rakurai’s

Get me out of here!

Rakurai recoiled so hard he almost landed on his arse. He’d
not had another’s voice in his mind since Naomi’s death and the sudden command—and
command it had been—came as a shock. He wrapped himself in mist, hoping to hide his
hasty movements, and heard a chuckle.

I can still see you, Yuvine.

I wasn’t hiding from you, Rakurai thought, using the same pathways he’d have used to talk
to Naomi. It didn’t feel as strange as he’d expected.

You don’t need to try so hard, either. I’m not

What are you?

Can’t you tell? The sculpture shot back, its eyes flashing violet.

Only death gods, Shinigami, had violet eyes. Rakurai had
never met a death god. Or thought that they stood frozen on plinths, surrounded by

And then it all came together.

A demon trap.

Yes. The
voice held so much sorrow that tears gathered in the corners of Rakurai’s
It caught me as I was returning from a soul

Rakurai could fill in the rest for himself. If the Shinigami had
gathered souls that had died in fear and pain, he’d have appeared like a walking banquet to
the rafeet.
It wants the souls.

It will not have them, the god said. Even if
it keeps me trapped here for the rest of my years. Are you hunting the rafeet?

I am.

Then you can help me escape this prison and we can
defeat it together.

Why would I do that?

Because if you try it alone, you will fail. This rafeet isn’t
like the others.

Rakurai hesitated. It was common knowledge that
Shinigami valued truth and honour above all other traits. Despite that, his teachers had
warned him to mistrust the gods and never to do their bidding.

Help me out of this trap and I will grant you a boon of
your choosing,
the Shinigami offered as if he
had heard Rakurai’s thoughts.

Rakurai stared into the glowing violet eyes and recalled the
hint of mirth when the god had first spoken to him. Any being capable of mirth while caught
in a rafeet’s trap deserved his respect and his help. He drew a deep breath.
I am Yamakage Rakurai, hunter for the Custodia,
he offered. And gathered all his courage.
Will you honour me with your

The impression of a smile came to him first, comforting like
a cool wash of summer rain on parched ground. Then the Shinigami’s chuckle sent shivers
rippling over Rakurai’s skin.
You are a brave
man, Yamakage Rakurai, to trust me with your name. Such bravery shall not go unrewarded.
Again, Rakurai felt the smile. My name is Tenzen.

About the Author

Jackie Keswick was born
behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping
off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only
girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally
settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a
hammer and a laptop.

Jackie loves unexpected
reunions and second chances, and men who write their own rules. She blogs about English
history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks
for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus

For questions and comments, not restricted to

green eyes, bus stops or recipes for traditional English food, you can find Jackie Keswick in
all the usual places:

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