Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

for it
made his mouth water.
Maybe I could mail you a case. There seems to be
a lot of it here. I forgot it’s bottled on Karibee. “Yeah, that’s us. Extra fizzy soda, mud and class
conflict. Nice beaches too.”
And cute accents . Ducks gave him a quick smile,
pushing hair out of his eyes. It’s okay here. Thanks for
talking them into having me sent to Karibee. I wish I
could get past this, but in the meantime, it’s not a bad
place to be. He held up the bottle with that same smile.
Like you said, there’s beaches, and the cafeteria is open
all the time.
    “I always heard good things about the hospital there. Nine out of ten voices in my head agreed that it’s a nice place.” Riv waggled his eyebrows in what he knew was a ridiculous fashion, earning the same in return. He didn’t bother to mention that his father had always spoken highly of the doctors, since it wasn’t really a selling point for him.
    I should go have some dinner soon. Somebody told me it was fresh fish tonight. They get all antsy at me if I don’t feel like eating, so I guess I’d better not skip out on it.
    “And here I am, looking forward to a reconned dinner and some weak tea.” It was actually pretty easy to look sad over the state of his dinner, especially since he hadn’t had fresh fish in months.
    I should let you get to that gourmet feast. But maybe we could do this again?
“Yeah, I’d like that. Gives the crew a break from listening to me, at least until you start complaining. And then I guess I’ll just talk to the walls.” He tried for a properly self-pitying expression.
Do that and you’ll end up here with me.
Riv glanced between the typed words and Ducks’ face, unsure how to react to the statement. Mentions of his imaginary voices aside, was it okay to joke about the fact that Ducks, willingly or not, was in a psychiatric facility? It wouldn’t be his first choice of a place to spend a month. Or five. The idea actually scared him more than a little, if he was honest.
Hey, it could be worse. I could be playing piano in a bar in the middle of the jungle, right?
    Riv laughed quietly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Some of the tension uncoiled in his neck, and he was grateful for the respite. “It’s… You’re okay, right?”
    Ducks settled back in his chair, an odd expression on his face, as if he hadn’t really considered the idea until just then. His mouth quirked, and the soft sigh carried over the channel. I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. I’m good, getting to see you again. Go eat your dinner.
    “Thanks. Want to try again tomorrow?”

    I’ll try to clear a spot in my busy schedule. He waved, grinning, and the screen blinked out.

    Watch that first step. It could turn your life upside down.

Life, Over Easy
© 2010 K.A. Mitchell
    Fragments, Book 1
Until a fall ended his Olympic diving career, John Andrews lived for the seconds he spent in the air. Now he’s adrift on a college campus, grounded by paralyzing vertigo and double vision. Worse, he sees shimmering colors over everyone’s heads.
The last is hardest to ignore, and impossible when it comes to Mason. While sex with the hot, moody computer major gives John a rush as heady as diving, Mason’s the only person John’s ever seen surrounded by two distinct colors.
Mason feels like a stranger in his own life. His lover is dead, and he drowns his guilt in bourbon and sex—until John’s innocence reawakens the man he used to be. After Mason gives the young virgin a proper introduction to sex, he plans to send him on his way. But John sees too much to make things that easy.
For John, their connection is more than just sizzling sex, it’s something worth fighting for. The more he learns about the colors, though, the more he realizes the free-spirited Mason isn’t free at all. John doesn’t take second place to anyone—even the dead.
Warning: Anyone wishing to read this title should be an adult, free from any condition that might be aggravated by the presence of a not-too-scary haunting, sizzling sexual chemistry, and angsty young men having mildly kinky sex. Other restrictions may apply. No additional equipment needed—unless you like that sort of thing.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Life, Over Easy:
    Mason’s hand had been resting on the small of John’s back and now it slid down to cup his ass through his Dockers. His dick liked that a lot. He hoped it wasn’t far to Mason’s house.
    “So, John, what do you like?”
    His voice. Screw