The Blight is out now. Well, I'm a bit late in announcing that, aren't I? At least here anyhow. This was a book that sort of started out as a joke a few years ago after a late night, The Labyrinth and my good friend Tara's unusual sense of humor at play. It became so much more than that to me. This is a book that let me find my footing in a lot of ways. Let me explore a different kind of hero than my typical fella. Of course, snark still abounds, I just can't help myself.
I hope you all enjoy.
Noah Abbott isn’t
crazy, but most people think he is. When he was younger, Noah saw a
something that still haunts his nightmares. A walking monstrosity like a
giant made of swamp land -- a troll. Ever since that day, his life has
been controlled by his fear of the things he sees. He’s stuck in a rut,
working in a box factory after getting out psychiatric care. He gets a
hand up when Christian, fellow deviant, decides to take their
relationship a step further.
Noah can’t imagine his life changing
any more than that, until he meets Hannah Regent, a girl who can see
the goblins and trolls too. Trouble follows fast for the new friends, as
the troll from Noah’s past rears his ugly head again and Noah’s
lifelong question, why me? is finally answered. Noah’s not human, never
has been. He’s an elf, and there’s a war going on that he’s in the
middle of whether he likes it or not. With fellow elf Hannah, and the
timely aid of the goblin king, Noah is about to set off on a real
He’s just not sure he’s the hero in this story.
As Christian escorted me up the stairs to my apartment, I was
certain I had a few too many drinks. I stumbled over the stairs, and
Christian caught me, holding tight to my arm henceforth on the way up.
So, okay, more than a few too many. He leaned me against the wall next
to my door and fumbled to get the lanyard from around my neck. He got
dangerously close to my lips as he did so, hunched over me like a
sturdy beacon of handsomeness.
He smelled like alcohol and aftershave. It was nice, sort of
sharp and smelling of mint. The undertones of beer were all over me too,
so that wasn’t exactly bothersome. He managed to get the key off, and
the moment passed. I closed my eyes against desire as he unlocked the
door and pushed it open.
I realized with a little giggle that I’d never let anyone in
my apartment before. Christian took my arm and led me inside, closing
the door behind us.
“You sleep naked, Noah?”
I managed another snort of laughter. “You said naked.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s a yes then?”
I shrugged. “I usually sleep in my boxers.”
“Well, then I can imagine you wouldn’t appreciate waking up
clothed.” He frowned at me and then gently helped me out of my shirts.
“Can you get your pants off?”
I stifled another giggle and reached for my waistband, only to stumble and fall back onto my mattress.
“For heaven’s sake, Noah, you are not allowed to go drinking
anymore.” He shook his head and knelt down to pick me up by the arm and
the proceeded to strip off my pants, ordering me in short words to step
up and out of the pant legs when he had them around my ankles. I did
and promptly fell back onto the mattress.
He smiled. “You’re so full of grace.”
“Yeah, I know.” I scrambled up, proud of my lavender boxers.
“I didn’t know you had tattoos on your chest.” He placed a
hand on my chest, tracing the sun on my left pectoral with a finger. It
“Yeah, I like tattoos.”
“I’ve got one myself.” He pulled up his shirt to expose his stomach, where above his navel was a
squiggle of black.
“What is that?”
“It’s a -- actually, I’ve no idea.” He grinned, pulling his shirt back down. “I was a bit drunk myself when I got it.”
I laid a hand on his shirt. “Oh, I bet.” I hiccupped, and took a firmer hold on the shirt to ease my swaying.
He took note of my unsteadiness. “You should get in bed.”
We fumbled for a moment as he tried to get me into bed, and
after a moment of instability, we both crashed. The pillows went flying
in two directions with displeasure. I, however, was unseemly pleased
with having Christian pinning me to my mattress with the warmth of him.
My reaction -- not unexpected but surely unwelcome -- was
understandable but embarrassing. I felt my face flush bright as the
heat emanating from my boxers.
Christian pushed himself up, arms braced on either side of me
as he looked me over with a raised eyebrow. “Well… Is that a banana in
I felt the flush deepen and stuttered something I never remembered.
He smiled, gently, “It’s okay, Noah.” With one hand bracing
him, he ran the other hand over my chest, tracing lines of ink and
teasing at my nipples. I let out a slow breath. This can’t be happening…I must be dreaming.
He licked his lips, leaned his head down and kissed me. I felt like
butter trapped in the heat of July. I was melting, I wanted to melt.
His fingers trailed down my flesh towards the band of my
boxers. Ants marching to the beat of his drum. After long moments of his
hand stroking the skin that made its home near the waistband, soft,
tender skin brought to life with his touch, his hand slid inside my
boxers to the quick of me.
I gasped, back arching away from the bed. He smiled, and kissed me again. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
I felt a moan escape my lips as his exploring fingers teased
me into further passions. No one had ever done this for me. No one had
“Christian. . .” I breathed.
“What is it?” He smiled. Oh, he smiled and his fingers danced.
“You know, you know, right?”
He smiled again. “I know, sweetheart, I’ll be careful.”
It’s my first time. I thought hard. My first time. Groping
my girlfriend in the backseat of the car was years gone by and nothing
further. Furtive kisses from relationships easily broken in the wards
were nothing to this. No relationship ever pushed to this level.
Nothing, because in the end, I didn’t want anyone to see me.
Until Christian -- and way too many Jell-O shots.
I closed my eyes, and let him be my first.