Hi everyone and welcome to the second day of the New Shenanigans Blog Tour!
For the full schedule and all the prize info, please go to the intro post on the Mischief Corner Books Blog.
A Visit With Adze and Archie:
We have a special visit today from Adze and Archie, the MC's from the new Toni Griffin story "Archie's Accidental Kidnapping." Leave the boys (and Toni) some love in the Comments and we'll enter you in the prize drawing at the end of the week!
Angel: Hello, boys! Aren't you looking fine this evening? Adze, let’s get right down to burning questions, so to speak. How’s your relationship with the big guy downstairs?
Adze: No one really has a 'relationship' with the big guy. He's a real ass and everyone tries their hardest to stay as far away from him as possible.
Angel: Your pack mates – are you chosen to complement each other or do pack groupings happen by chance?
Adze: All hound cubs around the same age are raised in large groups and over time cliques tend to form, like everywhere else. Cacus, Oriax, Daevas, Nicor, Pyro and I all just sort of clicked from the very beginning. We've been friends and pack mates ever since.
Angel: Your job is cleaning up after the messes certain angels make. Have you ever met an angel and what do you think of them?
Adze: Yes, I have on several occasions and honestly I find them to be some of the most obnoxious, high-handed beings out there. Just because they're angels they think they're better than everyone else, but I have to tell you they so aren't.
Angel: What’s your idea of a perfect day?
Adze: One where I can hang out with my pack mates, eat some of Cacus's cooking and spend time with my mate.
Angel: Being a Hell Hound sounds pretty cool to me but if you had to be something else, what would you be?
Adze: Well, I can tell you that I wouldn't be an angel that’s for sure. Actually, I love being a Hellhound and wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Shifting into my hound form and running is one of the joys in my life. I could happily give up the traipsing across the country and fighting nephilim, but apart from that I'm happy with who I am.
Angel: Archie’s turn Hi, sweetie. Don’t be scared. After sex: snuggles or no?
Archie: Hi, I'm not scared, really, that is unless you also plan to kidnap me? No? Okay then,we're cool. Definitely after sex snuggles. Adze is like my own personal electric blanket.
Angel: If money wasn’t a consideration, what would your ideal line of work be?
Archie: Hmm…Well let me tell you, it wouldn't be waiting tables. I actually do enjoy my accounting job. I love working with numbers. But then again, maybe being Adze's personal sex slave sounds like a job I might be interested in.
Angel: Your parents sound like nice people. Have you ever brought a lover home to introduce him? How did that go?
Archie: They are, I love my folks, but no, I've never brought anyone home to meet them. Not that I'm scared of how they'll react just that I've never felt that strongly about someone that I wanted to take them home with me. But that's all about tochange. Don't tell Adze that I told you this but I know he's really nervous about meeting them. He keeps breaking out in a sweat every time I bring it up.
Angel: I won't breathe a word, poor dear. I'm sure they'll love him, though.
Angel: The perfect man – we know he doesn’t really exist, but how would you describe your version of perfection?
Archie: Well, let me see. He's tall, has barely any hair, heavy stubble, I tell you there's just something about the stubble that flat does it for me. Umm… what else? He has the darkest eyes I've ever seen, and his nose has a small bump in it from where it's been broken from a fight years ago.
Oh and he has to be able to shift into a Hellhound.
Angel: What’s your favorite band and song?
Archie: I don't really have a favorite. I enjoy all types of music, except trance. I can't stand trance.
Angel: I think we all have that one type of music we just can't stand Thank you both for coming, er, being here with me!
Archie and Adze's story releases this Thursday, 8/29/13 -
Archie's Accidental Kidnapping
In the Horns and Halos Collection from Mischief Corner Books
Hell may not have any fury like a woman scorned, but even that's nothing compared to a Hell Hound when you get between him and his mate.
“What’s the deal with the bloody weather today? It’s hot as Hell.” Cacus bitched and moaned as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Adze shook his head. “No, it’s not, Cacus. You’ve been to Hell, remember?”
“Don’t remind me, Adze. I don’t plan on going back. Ever!”
“None of us do, mate,” Pyro muttered from where he sat.
It was one of those rare days in February when Melbourne’s temperature skyrocketed to over forty degrees. Adze couldn’t wait for the sun to sink below the horizon and the place to cool the fuck down again. You never really knew what the weather was going to give you from one day to the next here. People talked about Melbourne as the city that had four seasons in one day, and they were right. The weather was all kinds of fucked up.
Nicor, Oriax and Daevas had even taken a break from the research they were doing to head downstairs for a swim, hoping it would cool them off.
Adze couldn’t believe how much the big strong hellhounds around him sounded like whiny little babies. As he’d reminded Cacus, they had been to hell. All six of them had been born and trained down there and had dealt with much harsher temperatures than this in the past. He wondered silently if they were becoming too acclimated to Earth and if that was a good or bad sign.
When the need for a new team to be sent to Earth had arisen, Adze had received notification from Lucifer’s second that he was to choose five other hounds and make haste to Australia. The previous pack that had guarded the continent hadn’t survived its encounter with their last target.
Adze hadn’t liked the sound of that, but he would've done anything to get out of hell. He hated it there, along with most of the people that either lived or were confined there. He’d gone immediately to gather his friends and they’d all agreed, readily, to go. They’d been training as a group for a hundred years so Adze hadn’t expected any of them to turn him down.They had all wanted to get out of hell as much as he had.
Hellhounds had been charged thousands of years ago with keeping the balance on the surface. They accomplished this by cleaning up the damage the angels did every time they visited Earth and couldn’t keep it in their damn pants.
You would think after the first couple of dozen times a child created by an angel and a human went insane and on a killing spree, the Angels would have got it in their heads that maybe Earth wasn’t the best place for them to go and fuck their hearts out, but no, that would have been too easy. Instead, they continued to come, continued to find willing women, bed them, and then leave them whether they were pregnant with their offspring or not, heading back to heaven and their angelic duties.
He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that caused the offspring to go off the deep end, but Adze thought it might have something to do with the fact that angels just weren’t meant to procreate with humans. Their DNA didn’t seem to mesh well and ended up creating all manner of evil beings. Homicidal maniacs, terrorists, rapists, serial killers, bombers, arsonists, you name it.
Nine times out of ten, the person responsible for the atrocities would have angelic blood flowing in their veins. The cases of the responsible party being completely human were getting rarer every day.
There were hellhound packs located all over the globe charged with hunting down the nephilim—half angel, half human—and killing them. If the party was found to be completely human then Adze and his pack didn’t touch them. That was the job of the local law enforcement.
As the angels refused to keep track of every woman they slept with this made things a hell of a lot harder on the hounds. There was no easy way to find an offspring from one of these hook-ups. Only when a hound got close to the being could they sense the angelic blood in their veins.
As soon as the hounds got within a couple of kilometers of a nephilim they were able to track it easily. Angels glowed with a white aura that Adze had found to be almost blinding when looking directly at them in the past. Their children’s auras, however, blackened with every evil act they committed, making them stand out amongst all the humans.
Adze was thankful that whatever it was that caused the corruption in their bodies didn’t occur until adulthood. Only in extremely rare cases did this take place sooner. When the corruption manifested in adolescence, school massacres often resulted and Adze hated those the most. The needless loss of life in any case seemed so much worse when kids were involved.
The nephilim they were tracking at the moment, Michael Bates, was wanted for the kidnapping, torture and murder of seven young men.His victims all had light brown hair, but of varying lengths, their eyes had all been differing shades of green and they all stood less than six foot tall, their ages ranging from twenty-two up to twenty-eight.
Two of the seven victims had been in Melbourne on either business or pleasure, whereas the other five had lived in suburbs scattered around the city. They didn’t drive the same vehicle or attend the same groups, their professions ranged from a florist to a dentist to a student currently studying at law school.
He hadn’t kept the men for the same period either.Some he kidnapped and tortured for weeks before killing the victim and leaving the body in a public place to be found. Others he kidnapped and their bodies were discovered the following day.
None of it made any sense to Adze and he could feel his frustration growing exponentially along with his discomfort from the heat.
One thing they had going for them was the fact that this one was in their own back yard. Melbourne was their home base, the place they always came back to, and the city they knew better than anywhere else in the country.
During the decades they had been on the surface keeping the balance, they had travelled the country many times over. They knew their way around just about any city or town. But Melbourne they knew best. Melbourne was theirs. Adze always hated it most when one of the damn nephilim set up operations here.
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Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around queer heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.