Book Title: A Summer of Smoke and Sin
Author: TJ Nichols
Cover Artist: Tiferet Designs
Release Date: February 28, 2020
Genre/s: M/M historical urban fantasy/paranormal romance
Trope/s: British detective, serial killer, Victorian London
Themes: Found family
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To stop a serial killer a detective will need to explore his own vices…
Blurb
Nathanial Bayard wants nothing more than to find the nobleman creating snuff pornography. If he fails, his career in the recently formed nobility task force will be over and as the youngest son he’ll be forced to obey his father and join the church. But a life of celibacy doesn’t appeal. Nathanial has never even kissed another man, fearing for his soul and his reputation.
Jericho Fulbright has never lived a wholesome life. After behavior unbecoming he was discharged from the army and sent home in disgrace. His inventor and nouveau riche father refused to have anything to do with him, so Jericho turned to what he knew best: opium, gambling and sex.
As the owner of the Jericho Rose, a club for gentlemen who like men, he enjoys a certain notoriety. Some would say he has a golden tongue, but the truth is a succubus lives within him feeding on souls. Once he needed her help, now she is a burden that keeps him from getting close to anyone.
After the unfortunate death of a young nobleman in Jericho’s bed, Nathanial is sent to investigate. He is scandalized and intrigued by Jericho, but soon realizes that Jericho could be exactly who he needs to help break the snuff case. Together they are drawn into a web of lies that will result in Jericho facing prison unless Nathanial can unmask the real creator of the snuff, a man with rank and privileges that reaches almost to the King.
Alternate history
I don’t usually write historical stories—there’s so much research that has to be done to make the world believable. That said I have now written three, although to be honest for A Wolfs’ Resistance (WW2 set werewolf) and The Legend of Gentleman John (Australian set bushranger) I didn’t have to do much research as my general knowledge includes WW2 and Australian history so all I had to do was go looking for a few specific details.
The setting for A Summer of Smoke and Sin caused me much greater issues. I didn’t know much about Victorian London, worse it wasn’t really Victorian any more as in this alternate history Queen Victoria died much earlier (I later read that there were several attempts on her life so that tied up thread quite nicely).
After writing the first draft (where I hadn’t worried about pesky details like researching the clothes and technology) I had to decide what I was going to do with the mess. Did I change it to be historical urban fantasy and cling to the truth but with added magic? Or did I make it fantasy? Or did I keep it straddling the line somewhere in between. I opted for the latter but then made sure my changes were plausible, and that meant picking a year and researching what was happing around Europe.
I’d done a similar thing when writing the Studies in Demonology series, I had decided that at some point in our history people discovered demons and magic. From there I had to figure out how the different countries treated magic and what the trickle on effects would be, while at the same time ending up with a world that was similar to ours and yet very different.
A Summer of Smoke and Sin had a much smaller and more recent change in the timeline so I couldn’t go and make huge changes to the world. But I was able to keep the small changes, like the mechanical courier pigeons and the Male Marriage Act, that I’d tossed in on a whim while writing, that removeing would’ve meant destroying the spine of the story.
In the end, I’m glad I didn’t try to force the story into a tidier slot. Plus, keeping A Summer of Smoke and Sin as alternate history also meant any mistakes aren’t mistakes, they’re just on a different timeline… That’s my excuse anyway.
“Are you out of your mind?” Jericho paced the dining room floor. He poured himself a brandy and drank it just as fast. He should’ve taken Nathanial to his study, where privacy could be assured, but after the death of Stephan and the way Eulalia had tried to take over last time Nathanial got close, he didn’t trust himself to be alone with Nathanial. “I am not going to some country party.”
He had nothing to wear for a start. His wardrobe was for evening events, not picnics. There would be picnics at some point, he was sure of it.
“It’s not a big thing, just dinner and dancing. A ball.”
That was worse. Polite conversation with puffed up men whose biggest source of pride was how much they’d inherited from their father, and women who knew how to assess a man’s funds and his character with a single glance. “I don’t dance.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Jericho smiled. Few ever said that to him. Most nodded their head and believed any lie he told. “Fine, I can dance.” The man he’d once been a companion to had liked to put on his gramophone and dance when his gout allowed it. He had been most thrilled about the idea of a place where men could associate more freely; he’d loved the club in its earlier incarnation. “But I don’t want to go. My life is here. I have a business to run in case you haven’t noticed.”
Nathanial had stayed well away from the smoking room this time, to Jericho’s relief. He didn’t want Nathanial to surrender what he held onto as dearly as a maid with good marriage prospects. He might be the youngest son, but Nathanial could still marry well.
“One night. We don’t even have to spend the night.” Nathanial held up one finger to reinforce the point. “Your father and step-mother will be there.”
Jericho rocked back onto his heels. He hadn’t seen his father in many years and even then, it had only been in passing. Jericho had been in uniform before leaving for Hong Kong and his father hadn’t recognized him. At the time, it had hurt. What kind of father doesn’t know his own son?
His father wouldn’t know him now. Only once a clever gossip realized there were two Mr. Fulbright’s in the room would his father look in his direction and then there would be a kerfuffle. “That is not a feature the changes my mind to the positive.”
“The killer will probably be there, too.”
Nathanial had lulled him into a polite conversation with an update on the case, so Jericho knew all about the photography club. Half the gentlemen in it had probably taken nude photos of their mistresses for their own viewing pleasure. Not everyone would stoop to buying porno pamphlets.
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“No. But wouldn’t it be grand if he was and we were able to identify him?”
While Jericho would be able to do that in a very short conversation—no one could bury that kind of darkness completely no matter how hard they tried—how did he explain that to Nathanial? And if it was another demon, what then? They both killed, but where Jericho kept it secret, that man made it public as though he reveled in it. Perhaps the demon had full control.
“And without evidence, how do you get a conviction? A scar will not matter in a court.”
“Search his house and estates. If we know who it is, we can close the net around him.”
Jericho had seen too many criminals slip away. Money bought a presumption of innocence. He ran his hand over Nathanial’s hair, then kissed his forehead. “For all that you were raised with the foxes you do not behave like them, so you fail to see them as the predators they are.”
Kiss his mouth, you fool. I can help him. Let me find the man he wants, Eulalia hissed. I can stop the murderer from killing again.
The desire to kiss Nathanial on the lips was part his own and part hers. Jericho pressed his lips together, but that didn’t stop the hunger. Eulalia was right. It would be better for the case if he passed her on, but that would mean corrupting Nathanial and he couldn’t do that. He doubted Nathanial would want a demon, and he’d want Jericho less if he knew about Eulalia and the price of keeping her fed.
Urban Fantasy where the hero always gets his man
TJ Nichols is an avid runner and martial arts enthusiast who first started writing as a child. Many years later while working as a civil designer, TJ decided to pick up a pen and start writing again. Having grown up reading thrillers and fantasy novels, it’s no surprise that mixing danger and magic comes so easily. Writing urban fantasy allows TJ to bring magic to the everyday. TJ is the author of the Studies in Demonology series and the Mytho urban fantasy series.
With one cat acting as a supervisor, TJ has gone from designing roads to building worlds and wouldn’t have it any other way. After traveling all over the world TJ now lives in Perth, Western Australia.
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