Book Title: Kraken My Heart (Sucker For Love Mysteries Book 2)
Cover Artist: Tiferet
Release Date: May 18,
Genre: Paranormal Gay Romance
Trope/s: Closed Circle Mystery, Guilty Until Proven Innocent, Hemipenes
Loving, Finding Love After Heartbreak
Theme: Love Conquers All
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 60 000 words/ 191
It is a standalone story, but
the author recommends reading the first one.
It’s just Ted’s luck that he
meets the love of his life while covered in the blood of a murder victim.
It’s just Ted’s luck that he meets the love of his life while
covered in the blood of a murder victim.
Funeral worker Ted Sturm has a foul mouth, a big
heart, and a knack for communicating with the dead. Unfortunately, the dead don’t make
very good friends, and Ted’s only living pal, his roommate, just rescued a strange cat who’s
determined to make his life even more miserable. This cat is more than he seems, and soon
Ted finds himself in an alternate dimension… and on top of a dead body.
When Ted is accused of murder, his only ally in a
strange world full of powerful magical beings calling for his head is King Grell, a sarcastic,
randy, catlike immortal with impressive abilities… and anatomy. The two soon find
themselves at the center of a cosmic conspiracy and surrounded by dangerous enemies. But
with Ted’s special skills and Grell’s magic, they have a chance to get to the bottom of the
mystery and save Ted. There’s just one problem: Ted’s got to resist Grell’s aggressive
advances… and he isn’t sure he wants to.
Carefully, like Ted was navigating through a minefield, he
tried to sneak back to his room. Despite his diligent and precise pace, his foot collided with a
very large ball of fur just as he walked around the edge of the couch.
Mr. Twigs yowled in protest and promptly bit Ted’s
“You stupid cat!” Ted growled in pain, his leg jerking and
sending the cat stumbling into the wall. His heart dropped in instant regret, and he hurried
to turn on a lamp. “Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, little dude! Are you okay?”
Mr. Twigs was glaring at Ted over his sunglasses and
growled loudly. A portal suddenly opened up in the living room floor with flashing bright
lights and whipping winds.
Ted froze, staring stupidly at the giant black void in the
apartment floor. Being able to create a portal was a very rare skill, and he’d never seen one
in person before. “What the…?”
As if the swirling hole wasn’t crazy enough, Mr. Twigs
transformed into a very tall, very skinny, and very naked young man. He flashed a smile full
of pointed teeth, hissing, “Oh, that’s the last time you kick me, asshole.”
“I didn’t kick you!” Ted argued indignantly. “It was a fucking
accidennnnnttt!” he screamed as Mr. Twigs pushed him and sent him toppling headfirst into
It was like… going down a water slide filled with
Ted didn’t feel air around him, not exactly, but it was
something thick and suffocating. The light all around him was so bright that he couldn’t see,
and he thought he had to be dying.
His stomach dropped as if he was falling, but he couldn’t
see anything to track his descent. He grunted when he smacked into something solid and
wet, the wind knocked right out of his lungs. He wheezed, trying to draw in oxygen and
staring up at a high vaulted ceiling.
Ted watched the portal close above him, and he weakly
lifted his head to see where he was. He was lying in a puddle of something sticky, and the
room was reminiscent of an old castle throne room.
Big ceilings, lots of stained glass, fancy throne….
He was also completely surrounded by monsters.
Giant scaled things with tentacles, humanoids with
spiraling horns jutting out of their foreheads, twisted feline creatures with sharp teeth, and
fishlike worms were all around him.
Ted scrambled to stand up, but he slipped in the sticky
mess beneath him. He could feel the goo all over his back and hands, sliding around as he
struggled to get out of it. He bumped into something cold and whirled around to find a dead
It was one of the feline creatures, its eyes lifeless and milky,
soaking in a puddle of….
It was blood.
“Pardon me, coming through!” a deep voice growled,
echoing throughout the massive chamber. “Stand aside! This is official royal business, so
move your ass!”
Ted was nauseated, staring up at a human figure pushing
his way through the crowd of monsters.
He was short but broad, thick in stature, and sporting a
nasty smile full of pointed teeth. Otherwise, he looked quite normal. His hair was jet black,
cut close to his scalp, with a well-groomed beard streaked with silver, and his eyes were a
spectacular shade of gold, looking over Ted like he was a tasty piece of meat.
He wore a three-piece suit, but it was a much flashier
ensemble than Ted would have worn for his job at the funeral home. The jacket and pants
were black, but the tie was an obnoxiously bright purple, and he could see a glittering watch
chain hanging from the man’s matching purple brocade vest.
“Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing?” the man
greeted. “What’s your name, darling?”
“I’m, I’m…,” Ted stammered, looking around frantically as
the monsters backed away. Whoever this man was, he was definitely in charge. There was
something about the way he was looking at Ted that made him blush and his heart beat a
“I’m Ted…. My name is Ted,” he managed to choke out. He
wondered if he was dead or if this was some sort of nightmare. His mind was having trouble
processing that any of this was real. “Where am I? What is this?”
“Welcome to Xenon, darling,” the man replied. “I’m Thiazi
Grell. I was voted most likely to get detained for illegal activities by my primary class, very
avid Tetris player, and reigning Miss Pretty Petunia Pageant champion for the last two
hundred years. Oh, and King of Xenon. Obviously.”
“Huh?” Ted squeaked.
“Would you like something to drink?” Grell offered.
“Something strong. Help you calm down, put some more hair on that luscious chest, come
to terms with the murder charges….”
“With the what?”
About the Author
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, she’s been working in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was
always telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first
book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty
notebooks, however, but she never gave up.
Following the success of her
first novel, Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie
conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC,
with her 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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