Monday, June 3, 2013

Spotlight Faelon by AJ Kelton

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Forgotten Touch Series
Book One
AJ Kelton

Genre: M/M paranormal romance

Publisher: MLR Press

ISBN:  978-1608208609

Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Deana C. Jamroz

Amazon Print   Amazon Kindle 

Book Description:

Who knew that loving a Nephilim could be so dangerous.

Faelon, a 3000-year-old nephilim, fleeing a demonic master, found safety with the church. He has repaid their kindness by translating various artifacts. Father Donovan has watched as Faelon became a recluse, fearing those who would harm him.

Jax, wanting a change, moves to Salem, MA where he finds work as a churches security guard. Not believing that Faelon is a nephilim, he is forced to confront his own beliefs in the supernatural.

Can he learn to accept Faelon, and be the master he requires? Or lose the man he loves to the demons who would harm him.

“I have been called many names in my life, but I don’t think ‘crazy-ass’ was one of them.” The man smiled at him.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” Jax pulled out his cell phone. “You have exactly thirty seconds to tell me who you are and why you are here, or you’ll be explaining it to the police.”
The other man pushed off from the door and sauntered toward Jax. “There is no need to get the police involved. My name is Faelon, and I live in the basement where I happen to be cataloguing all those important items and translating those dusty old books into English. It isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but, hell, it keeps me a bit busy, and at this moment I find I’m enjoying it.”
“You live in the basement?” Father Donavan mentioned that Faelon worked late at night, but he didn’t mention that the man actually lived down there. “Father Donavan didn’t mention that you lived in the basement.”
Faelon shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he started toward the side door. “Yes, I have a small studio apartment down there. It’s why no one is allowed to enter the area without my express invitation. Ask Father Donavan tomorrow if you don’t believe me. I’m going out, grabbing a bite to eat, and maybe I’ll watch the water for a while. Tell me, is it warm out? Are the tourists here yet?”
Jax shrugged his shoulder. “It was a nice day for October and the tourists are always here, aren’t they? Especially this time of year?”
“I find that they are, yes. As to why they would come to this place when there are so many others across this nation that hold just as much mysticism at a warmer temperature is beyond me. Until tomorrow, Mr. Security Guard,” he said as he started walking again.
“Jax?” Faelon turned his head in inquiry.
“My name, it’s Jax. At least that is what everyone calls me. It’s short for J-Jackson,” he stammered. He had no idea why he was rambling, other than the fact that Faelon was sexy as hell, and he wanted to speak to him just a little longer. There was something about the soft musical quality of his voice with just a trace of an accent that made Jax want to keep him talking.
Faelon gave a slight smile, and for a brief moment, Jax thought he had to be the hottest man alive. “Until tomorrow then, Jax.”
Jax watched him walk out the door. Giving himself a brief mental shake, he breathed in deeply to clear his head. He had never been so instantly attracted to someone before. When Father Donavan had told him about a researcher, but he’d never pictured a young man with skin-tight leather pants, a black biker jacket, and lips that looked like they would be right at home wrapped around a cock.

Jax shivered as a cold wind blew through the door and ate up the warmth of the heater. It looked as if a storm was going to come in that night. Jax hoped it didn’t include ice and snow, but this was New England in October, so it was entirely probable.
“Did you walk?” He looked out past Faelon and didn’t see a car.
Faelon smiled as he watched Jax, waiting patiently to be invited in. “Yes, I walked. I don’t have a car, and it wasn’t that far really. Can I come in, or are you trying to heat up the whole outside? I will admit that there is a chill in the air; we might have snow by morning, but I don’t think your small heater will prevent winter.”
Jax shook his head, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “Of course, come in.”
“Thank you.” Faelon nodded, stepping into the house. He looked around at the front room. “Nice, cozy and so forth.”
“I haven’t lived here long, a couple of months.” Jax shrugged. “I guess I just never really thought about giving it more of a personality.”
“I like the way the house feels,” Faelon countered. “It suits you perfectly. I find I enjoy looking at your house. You’re not the kind of guy who would have pictures and plants, but I can see that you respect and value a good book. Many of these are historical in nature.”
“Well, I’m a researcher. That’s something that never really dies in a person, the love of history. I may be just a security guard right now but I would like to do some freelance research work.”
“Maybe sometime, when you have some free time, you could help me with some of the artifacts,” Faelon suggested as he turned away from the bookshelf. “You saw how much I have left to translate. There are some months when every one of those drawers holds something waiting for my attention.”
Jax stood, watching the dark-haired man examining his home. What was he doing here? Surely he couldn’t have come over just to talk about work. Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands and do a little bit of research of his own.
“Did you walk over here to ask me to help you with some research?” He stepped in front of Faelon.
Faelon gave a slight shrug.
“Perhaps you have another reason for dropping by?” Jax asked, his hand running down Faelon’s chest.

About the Author:

AJ Kelton are the dynamic writing team of Angel and Jordan. The couple met online several years ago on an Alexander fan site and have been friends ever since. Angel soon found that Jordan had a flare for storytelling with several half-finished stories on her computer. Angel encouraged Jordan to finish the stories and with help in creative description she decided to send the stories off to MLR press. They were both shocked and excited when they got the news that Faelon was accepted for publication. While Jordan may have a flare for storytelling she doesn’t enjoy the smaller details in getting a story ready for publication. That is where Angel comes in; she spends countless hours getting the story ready after line edits, going over each line in proofing and formatting, making decisions such as covers and fonts, all things that Jordan just has problems focusing on.

Angel is always on the lookout for her perfect mate, a cross between Ethan from Under the Australian Sky  and Evan from  Marco.  Until Mr. Perfect appears at her door, or in front of her booth wanting an autograph she loves to read, take pictures and attend concerts of all kinds. She loves all things 80’s. Angel lives in Texas with her two dogs, Daisy a beagle who she insists is nothing like snoopy and her Chihuahua Bonita.

When not writing Jordan loves to read anything from Amish romance to the dark taboo books of fiction both M/M and Het. She is a very avid reader, except when writing because she doesn’t want to be influenced by what she is reading. Jordan loves to travel and often her latest vacation spots show up in his books. While Jordan is always looking for that perfect place to live at the moment she can be found in Kansas.

Both writers have solo projects coming out in the future, Angel with Misunderstandings under the name Angel Rothamel.  Jordan with Legion under the name Rider Jacobs.

Both authors would love to hear from you. You can contact them via their web page AJKelton You can also find them on Facebook under both AJ Kelton, Angel Rothamel and Rider Jacobs.




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