Title: Roam
Author: Dez Schwartz
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Release Date: October 1, 2018
Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 57800
Genre: Paranormal, paranormal, vampires, werewolves, ghosts
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Synopsis
Ethan Roam suffers from night terrors
and vivid daydreams, which lead him to the doorstep of the eccentric Dr. Grady
Hunter, who thrusts him into a world of supernatural misfits. Ethan quickly
learns that there’s more reality to his dreams than he suspected.
As Ethan unravels the truth behind his
nightmares and falls into his first experience with love, he also finds himself
the target of a sinister plan.
Ethan’s trust in his new companions will
be tested and he’ll have to decide who he can rely on and who he must defy in
order to survive a fatal Halloween night.
Excerpt
Roam
Dez Schwartz © 2018
All Rights Reserved
One: Daydreams
“He’s here,” a voice whispered. Ethan
Roam struggled to assess his surroundings, but his vision was blurry. All he
could make out were a few trees around him. Only one thing was clear before
him. The girl.
She was the same girl he had seen many
times before in his dreams. She was slender and meek with fiery red hair and
kind blue eyes. Subtle freckles accented her nose and her lips were the color
of cherry blossoms. She wore strange clothes. Each time, they were different,
which Ethan wondered if that was normal for a recurring dream. They were
crafted from organic materials he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
“Hello?” she urged, as though trying to
wake him; although, he wondered why since he was staring right at her. Her
expression was dire, as though she was speaking at him instead of to him. She
pursed her lips with a hint of anxiety and then tried again. “Hello? You have
to hurry. He’s here!”
Ethan’s heart pounded. He wanted to
greet her or ask who she was talking about. This was his fifth time to have the
same dream. Each time, she tried to talk to him, and he could never say
anything in response. He sluggishly tried to get the words to flow past his
lips. He strained forward to be closer to her, and for a split second, her eyes
widened as if she’d finally seen a reaction from him.
To his left, twigs snapped and a deep
growl rumbled. He turned in time to see a massive wolf tearing toward them. He
screamed as he moved to block the girl from the wolf, and then everything faded
away…
Ethan sat up with a start, realizing
he’d fallen asleep during Dr. Wallace’s history class. The professor, annoyed
at having been interrupted during one of his favorite lectures, balled his
hands into fists and placed them firmly on his hips as he stared disapprovingly
at Ethan. The rest of the class was quick to stare, too, only they were less
annoyed and more amused, much to Ethan’s embarrassment.
“So, yeah… Pretty sure I’m going to
switch classes now. I can’t imagine going back there.” Ethan had finished
recounting his literal and figurative nightmare to his good friend, Dr. Arthur
Ellis.
Arthur let out a jolly laugh at the idea
of Ethan screaming during Dr. Wallace’s lecture.
“I wish I could’ve seen the look on the
old bulldog’s face.” He grinned, wiping a humored tear from his eye.
“Trust me, you don’t. I’m pretty sure he
was imagining my gruesome demise since he was all hyped on Greek war talk.
Nope, never going back there again.”
Arthur was an old friend of Ethan’s
mother, Karen, and Ethan had known him for most of his life. Arthur, a portly
and generally jovial man, was around so much Ethan thought of him like an
unofficial uncle of sorts. Being a professor seemed to fit him perfectly as he
had a studious look to him and felt the need to educate others on all matters
he deemed himself an expert at, which was nearly everything. Ethan found his
positivity both admirable and enviable. Talking to Arthur always seemed to help
calm his nerves and so he found himself opening up to him constantly when he
usually blocked the rest of the world out.
Recovering from the humor of the
situation, Arthur scratched his graying beard as if asking it if he should pry.
The beard seemed to concur, so he peered over his glasses and across his desk
to where Ethan sat.
“Are your dreams becoming more
frequent?”
Ethan sat up a little straighter as the
tone of the conversation shifted. He glanced nervously at a dream catcher that
was hanging near a bookcase cluttered with old tomes and artifacts. A feather
appeared to flutter but then lay perfectly still against the wall.
Although an English professor, Dr.
Arthur Ellis specialized in folklore. It was his favorite topic in the world
and would talk about it at length, given the opportunity. His office was
decorated appropriately. That is to say, he’d immersed himself in items his
guests would find interesting, thus giving himself the opportunity to engage in
discourse on the subject. And if his guests did not ask questions, then he
would gladly inform them about the carefully curated decor anyway.
“Define more frequent,” Ethan answered
coyly but then sighed and opened up. “You know I’ve always had dreams like
that. Where I’m in strange places and being attacked by weird creatures.
Nightmares, really.”
“The only dreams you ever have,” Arthur
concurred.
Ethan tried to explain. For years, the
girl with the fiery red hair had appeared in his dreams and nightmares as what
he believed to be a symbol for something, but now that she was talking to
him…it was kind of creeping him out. “You know the girl isn’t new. And…she’s interacting
more with me now. She’s not just there, you know? She’s a character in my dream
rather than a figure in the background.” Ethan tried to explain.
“And what about the wolf?”
“It was the same one.” Ethan stared into
his palms as he tried to recall details. “Large, black fur, saliva dripping
from his mouth…but when he ran at me, he ran standing up.” He frowned as he
remembered the disgusting appearance of the creature.
Arthur cut in with enthusiasm. “Like a
werewolf!”
“I guess…” Ethan considered the details
more closely, but the more he thought about it, the harder it was for them to
remain clear. “I’m not really sure. But here’s the thing, I’m dreaming during
the day now. These all used to happen at night. Today during class wasn’t the
first time it’s happened; just the first time anyone witnessed it. And I wasn’t
even entirely asleep.”
Arthur seemed to listen with great
interest, and when the last sentence rolled from Ethan’s lips, he leaned
forward with a graceful and what appeared to be genuine curiosity only a well
learned academic could pull off.
Ethan continued, “I remember everything
Doctor Wallace was saying. It was like I was in two places at once. The dream
overlapped onto reality until I woke up…screaming, apparently.”
Arthur provided the same considerate but
serious suggestion he’d already offered a few times before. “Have you
considered talking to anyone about this?”
“I’m talking to someone now,” Ethan
quipped, but he knew what Arthur really meant. He’d been nudging Ethan to go to
a doctor for years, but Ethan hated doctors. Especially, he hated the idea he
might have some weird medical condition that would require him to go to a
doctor.
“Someone more qualified than myself.”
Arthur smiled patiently.
“Hey, you are Doctor Ellis.”
Arthur seemed to criticize him over his
glasses with an impatient stare.
“I don’t like people,” Ethan retorted
stubbornly, knowing he was losing the argument.
“Who does?” He pulled a card out of his
wallet and handed it to Ethan.
“I’ve been holding on to this for a
while. Until I felt the time was right,” he explained as Ethan read the
business card. “He’s an old friend of mine. I really think you should go and
talk to him. I have reason to believe he might have a unique perspective on
these dreams of yours.”
Maybe Arthur was right. If his sleep
problems were finally getting in the way of his daily activities, then maybe it
was time to be proactive about them.
“Aren’t all your friends, like your
collectibles, unique?” Ethan teased, as he slipped the card into his pocket.
“You know me.” Arthur nodded, relaxing
into his chair now he’d won their battle of wills. “I love a good backstory.
Oh, and don’t tell your mother,” Arthur added. “She hates it when I meddle.”
Ethan smiled and rolled his eyes as he
left the office. “We all do.”
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Dez Schwartz writes mostly LGBTQ Paranormal and Gothic Historical Fiction about dapper occultists, scheming supernaturals, and ghost hunters. She currently resides in a haunted Edwardian era home in Texas and enjoys coffee, art, and Oscar Wilde.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Other
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