I very much enjoy the dark and grim, and what could be more grim than death itself?
Death myths have been around forever. The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death and who can forget Charon, the ferry man across the river Styx. All spooky and dark and given the grim duty of taking souls to their afterlife. Just the idea of these shrouded dark skeletal figures wielding their long scythe can give one pause. Maybe even cause a nightmare or two.
But what about Death himself? What's his deal? It can't be fun, his job. I mean, the poor guy doesn't seem to get anything out of the deal. And what if being Death is worse than you thought. What if it was a curse?
That's poor Simon's problem. He's been cursed. He's been cursed so long his memories have faded, he can't even remember what it's like to feel. When he meets Robert, all that changes, unfortunately, Robert doesn't have much time left. What's a Death to do when he falls in love with his next assignment?
His Soul To Take is the story of Death as he falls in love and remembers what its like to feel again. He's been at his job a long time. He knows the deal, but not even he is sure if he can do what he has to do this time around.
His Soul To Take by C.M. Torrens
M/M paranormal romance novella
Publisher Dreamspinner Press
had never entered his mind. Living people never saw him.
Not the sane sort.
The weight of something familiar drifted in the wind. A
presence grew closer. He stopped in front of a small cafe and
went inside to wait. No one paid him any attention as he
A few minutes later another stepped into the cafe. Like
Death saw him. Death knew his own.
to sit across the booth from him. Hard brown eyes bored into
interference had drawn Reaper to him and his stomach
“Hmm, it’s been awhile since this has happened,”
splashed the paper with vivid hues.
“Why am I here?” Reaper asked.
His finger traced the colorful monsters on the paper.
There was a long pause as Reaper stared off
thoughtfully into space. “You’ve interfered and pulled your
target from his destiny last night. His pain would have eased
“It was unintentional.”
“That doesn’t really matter though, does it?”
“No,” Death said.
“You’ve been at this for a long time. You know how
things work. So why am I here? Fix it or I will.”
“What happens if I don’t?”
Reaper shot him a dark look. “Don’t play games here.
This is someone’s soul we’re talking about. Things live and