Book Title: Just Calamarried (Sucker For Love Mystery #5)
Cover Artist: Tiferet
Release Date: March 22,
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Mpreg, Wrongly Accused, Double Murder
Themes: Love Conquers All
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 61 000 words/257
It is not a standalone story. It is book 5 in the Sucker For Love
The story does not end on a cliffhanger.
Newlyweds Sloane and Loch are eagerly expecting their
first child, though for Sloane that excitement is tempered by pregnancy side effects. Carrying
a god’s baby would be enough to deal with, especially with the whole accelerated gestation
thing, but it’s not like Sloane can take maternity leave. He works for himself as a private
investigator. Which leads him to his next case.
At least this strange new mystery distracts him from the
stress of constant puking.
When two priests are murdered within hours of each other,
a woman named Daphne hires Sloane and Loch to track down the prime suspect—her
brother—before the police do. Between untangling a conspiracy of lies and greed, going
toe-to-toe with a gangster, and stealing a cat, they hardly have time to decorate a
Sloane Beaumont had known and persevered through
many hardships: the death of his parents, losing his job as a detective, and the struggle of
establishing his own private investigation business.
Oh, and saving the world from ancient murderous eldritch
gods who wanted to awaken their even more murderous father and destroy all of humanity,
He was a fighter, a warrior, a Starkiller amongst
It was hard to believe he was being beaten by morning
Then again, it was crazy enough dealing with the fact he
even had it to begin with, since men usually couldn’t get pregnant. Most men, however,
weren’t married to a very well-meaning but ultimately irresponsible god.
“You are the most beautiful creature in all of the universe,”
Loch was soothing. “Even when you are depositing your stomach contents into the porcelain
bowl, you are stunning, my sweet mate.”
“Oh, by the gods.” Sloane groaned and rested his head
against the toilet seat. “That’s very nice. And very gross. Thank you.”
“Here, my love.” Loch presented him with a slitted tentacle,
the tip ghosting over Sloane’s lips.
“Thanks.” Sloane lightly sucked on the tentacle, closing his
eyes as a rush of sweet liquid flooded his mouth. It was the divine nectar of a god, easing his
nausea and the cramps in his stomach immediately.
It was also technically Loch’s come.
Though it was sort of weird to drink it so casually, it had
incredible healing properties, and Sloane could use all the help he could get right
Carrying the child of an ancient god was turning out to be a
real pain in the ass.
“I don’t understand,” Sloane grumbled as he got up to
wash his face. “The first three months were great. Solved some cases, went apartment
hunting, got the one with the extra bedroom I liked, got everything packed and moved, no
problems. Not a one! Awesome. I didn’t get sick, I felt wonderful, I was happy. And now….”
He threw up his hands. “This!”
“I’m sorry, my sweet Starkiller.” Loch frowned. “Gods don’t
usually spawn with mortals. I’m not sure exactly what we should expect with this
“What happens with the gods?” Sloane dried off with a
towel. “There’s not much written about the actual spawning. Just that, you know, some of
you choose to do it by yourselves whenever you want.”
“It can vary. Many gods mate and one will carry a spawn for
nine months exactly as mortals do. The triplets, Eb, Ebb, and Ebbeth, on the other hand,
were spawned directly from Baub’s breast with a mere thought. My half-sister, Chandraleth?
Salgumel carried her for a hundred years before giving birth.”
Sloane paled. “I might be pregnant for a hundred
“No!” Loch paused. “Probably not. It’s unlikely. You could
always lay an egg instead of giving live birth. I think one of my uncles did that.”
Groaning, Sloane dragged himself into their bedroom. “By
all the gods, I’ll be in a nursing home by the time I’m having our egg baby!”
Loch was right behind him and gently swept him up in a
The touch of Loch’s true flesh was always wonderful and
flooded Sloane’s entire body with a rush of sweet warmth. It was the touch of a divine
being, and it was without comparison. Even so, Sloane’s thoughts were determined to make
“Two words,” Sloane grumbled. “Egg baby.”
“My sweet Starkiller, all will be well,” Loch promised,
kissing Sloane’s hands. “My family will be visiting soon for your Neun Monde celebration.
My mother is the goddess of fertility! If anyone can help us with your pregnancy, it is
“Yeah, but my ‘Neun Monde’ might not be nine months! It
might be a century! When are we supposed to have it?”
“I am not qualified to answer that.”
“Is there any way you could maybe call your mom now?
Maybe she can hook me up with one of her blessings?”
“I can call my sister. She always hears me. I’ll let her know
to bring Mother as soon as possible so we can take care of you.”
“Thank you.” Sloane sighed in relief. “There, now I feel
“Really?” Loch beamed.
“Yes.” Sloane kissed him. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my beautiful mate.”
About the Author
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always
telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first
book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty
notebooks, however, but they never gave up.
Following the success of their
first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie
conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC,
with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only
pretend to because they think it’s cute.
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