Double Alchemy by Susan Mac Nichol
Powerful yet tormented modern warlock Quinn Fairmont must initiate the silver-eyed Cade Mairston into the world of witchfinders, Withinners, and what can happen when two men fall truly, madly, deeply in love.
THE WORLD IN SHADOW
In modern London there lurks a warlock, Quinn Fairmont. Dangerous, powerful, tortured, sharing his body with the soul of an ancient Welsh sorcerer, Quinn is never alone—and never wholly himself. He fights against all those who would exploit his kind. He takes pleasure where he can find it.
In the forest of Hampstead Heath, Quinn’s hometown, Cade Mairston appears to him like a waking dream. Lithe, lean and silver-eyed, he evokes feelings in Quinn unlike any other: lust with true affection, immediate and shocking. Cade is clearly more than he seems. And yet, if a man of the world, Cade is innocent. He knows nothing of warlocks, witchfinders or Withinners. He knows nothing of what he is, what he might be, or what he might feel. For him, the story is just beginning. Magyck, peril and passion await. More awaits in book two…
The stranger frowned as he moved forward, holding out his hand. “Perhaps if I introduced myself, we could start again. Quinn Fairmont.”
He held out a hand and Cade regarded it mutinously. Finally he reached out and shook it half-heartedly and Fairmont pulled him to his feet. “Cade Mairston. And I’m no fucking knave in need of rescue.”
Quinn Fairmont smiled at him, having the last word but his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He held onto Cade’s hand too long until finally Cade pulled it back, feeling a strange disquiet as well as a familiar sexual stirring in his groin, with his cock slowly rising, scenting a possible conquest.
He was used to getting rock hard when he saw something he liked but the speedy progression of his current hard-on surprised him. Quinn regarded him with a more intense scrutiny than before. He lifted his head, sniffing the air, the same as the figure Cade had seen earlier had done. It was a disconcerting sight, like a lion scenting its prey.
“Did you see that man in the clearing?” Cade asked him. He needed to take his mind off the turmoil in his groin and the feeling of disquiet in his belly. He blinked, trying to clear the irritating haze in the air.
Quinn frowned and turned around to peer behind him. “What man?”
“There was a man crouched down on the ground not too long ago. He was whispering.” Cade’s vision cleared.
Quinn Fairmont took another step back, his face set. The smile he’d been wearing had disappeared.
Quinn shook his head carefully. “I didn’t see anyone. There’s only me around to my knowledge.”
Cade stepped forward and gestured toward where he’d seen the figure. “He was there. I saw him. Are you sure you didn’t see anyone?”
Quinn’s face was blank now, his eyes watchful. He seemed less composed than before. “I saw no one. Like I told you, there was no one else around when I saw you.”
Cade shook his head, mystified. “He must have disappeared very quickly then. I wonder where he went to.”
Quinn moved closer to Cade and once again his nostrils flared. Cade’s pupils dilated. His insides churned, lust for this man rising through his body as his groin burnt with heat. He stepped back in confusion, his erection swelling most uncomfortably. He swallowed.
Quinn’s nostrils flared and he narrowed his eyes. His chin lifted and he sniffed. Despite his discomfort, Cade was taken aback by the action.
“Are you sniffing me?” he asked acerbically.
Susan Mac Nicol was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom. At the age of eight, her family moved to Johannesburg, South Africa, where she stayed for nearly thirty years before arriving back in the UK in December 2000. The first year Sue was back in the UK, it snowed on her birthday, as it did the day she was born in 19*coughs* and she swears this was England welcoming her back.
Sue’s career has mostly been in the financial services area and she specialises in what she calls “boring” compliance and regulatory work. That’s why she escapes into the world of writing and fantasy where she chats to her characters ad nauseum and is overjoyed when they reply. It beats the monotony of legalese, contracts, and legislation, and let’s face it, writing hot scenes between men can only be more rewarding.
Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She is also a member of a rather unique writing group called the Talliston Writers Circle, whose “creator” is a man who is both a Bard and a Shaman. It makes for a really interesting evening and dinner conversation. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea, should she get the yen to eat oysters.