BOOK 1
Book Title: Weeps Indigo
Author: J.K. Jones
Publisher: Self-Published
Length: 370 pages
Release Date: May 18, 2019
Genre/s: Dark M/M Romance, Murder Mystery, LGBTQ horror and tragedy
Trope/s: Forbidden love, underage love, infidelity, mental illness
Themes: Coming out, forgiveness, cheating, lies, secrets, prostitution,
psychological abuse, physical abuse, unreliable narrator
It is not a standalone story.
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A FALL FROM GRACE
Blurb
The Sheriff of Byrmonville, Richard Clayson, has a dark secret.
That night he found Beau walking down the familiar bleak streets, he knew exactly what he was doing. Watching him in the interrogation room, his eyes coveting the way that cigarette easily slid between his lips, the way the tattoos wrap easily around his flesh. Those eyes haunting and familiar, awakening something in him long since beaten dead.
He knew exactly what Beau’s nighttime occupation was.
It was his job. To investigate the things unknown, the things hiding in the darkness. He loved a good puzzle piece, a good riddle he could unravel.
Richard wasn’t a cop for nothing.
This is dangerous. Reckless. He could lose everything, hunting Beau like this.
So why can’t he stop?
There was a murder in town. It was unexplained, random, and caused a panic amongst the people. Gary Letterman was found dead in his trailer almost a week before. Richard had known him personally; he was a kind, gentle widower who owned a tire shop on Almond Street.
They interviewed everyone surrounding the area. Nobody had seen or heard anything.
Usually Richard wouldn’t get involved. He leaves it up to Roy Rhett, or “Roy Rage” according to the rest of the guys on the force, due to his violent outbursts. He is usually second in command when Richard is busy with other things.
However, since he knew Gary personally, he decides to take a more active role in the case. By all accounts, Gary was a good man, one that Richard knows he didn’t deserve to die in the way that he did, beaten and vigorously stabbed to death, drowning in his blood for hours.
Roy is furious, bracing his hands against the interrogation desk and glaring at the boy in front of them. The muscles in his arms flex, and his jaw tightens.
“Now see—” He growls angrily. “I don’t believe that for one second. We all know Creed Blackwell isn’t the kind of person to let a grudge like that go. It’s well known around these parts that he’s always had a problem with Gary after he fired him.”
“Two years ago,” Beau deadpans.
Roy huffs, looking like he might spit fire. In all honesty, Richard knows they’ve got nothing. No murder weapon, no motive. They are grasping at straws and bringing Beau in isn’t going to prove a damn thing.
“Creed left town six months ago, took off somewhere north, and hasn’t looked back since leaving the youngest Blackwell with an estranged uncle.
Beau’s judging them with a look of superiority. Adjusting his stance, he tries something different.
How do you know when someone is lying?
Those same self-protective mechanisms are hard-wired into all of us. However, for a Sherriff with over fifteen years of service, it provides a skilled examiner the basis to form judgments about who is lying and who is telling the truth. There are some observable clues provided by each suspect; a nervous twitch here, eye-roll there, sweat or fidgeting are signs of mendacity.
For a trained interrogator such as himself, he tries a different approach. Instead of berating the subject into a confession or threatening them with immediate jail time or prosecution. He engages in small talk, slowly forcing the suspect to lower their guard to reveal sensitive or otherwise hidden information. This simple practice allows him to separate the liars from the truth-tellers.
“Why don’t you walk us through the events of that day?” Richard asks trying to diffuse the atmosphere.
“The crows.”
“Right,” Roy butts in boorishly, grabbing the file on the table. “According to your statement, you were sitting at Green’s diner and then you went home. On your way home you saw crows circling Gary’s trailer.” Roy sneers. “That’s funny. As if a Blackwell never lied before…. What’s even better is when we got there the place was clear. No crows, no nothing. Just Gary stabbed to death, clearly drowned in his own blood. By the smell of him he had been dead for weeks. What led you to following the crows? We are surrounded by farmland. Your own father owned a farm. Why would you be compelled to follow crows? Do you not see them on a daily basis?”
Beau leans back in his chair and shrugs.”
BOOK 2
A BATTLE WITHIN
Book Title: Cage The Night
Author: J.K. Jones
Publisher: Self-Published
Length: 600 pages
Release Date: November 20, 2020
Genre/s: Dark M/M Romance, Murder Mystery, LGBTQ horror and tragedy
Trope/s: Forbidden love, underage love, infidelity, mental illness
Themes: Coming out, forgiveness, cheating, lies, secrets, prostitution,
psychological abuse, physical abuse, unreliable narrator
It is part two in the Weeps Indigo series. Book 3 is due for release in September 2021.
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Blurb
What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted?
When instead of running he is being chased? Richard doesn’t understand when or how things turned. He just knows the tightness in his chest intensifies, the demon is growing restless.
All he wants to do is go back in time and stop this whole thing from happening. Starting with the first day when he saw Beau in the interrogation room, Richard wants to stop himself from becoming mesmerized by those haunting emerald eyes and that otherworldly face.
He would stop the world from turning, the heavens opening up and beaming sunlight down on them. He would stop his heart, his lungs, and all the creatures in the world just so that he would never ever have to meet Beau.
By the time he makes it to the Blackwell residence the blood is pounding in his ears.
He can barely see straight. The rage is boiling over and there isn’t anything stopping the demon from tearing its way through.
The house comes into view, dilapidated on the hillside, crumbling piece of shit that Richard loathes more than anything. He presses harder on the gas, dirt and debris flies everywhere as he drives recklessly up the pathway. Sirens blare loudly, as he slams his foot on the brake, nearly crashing into the front porch. Richard flies out of the vehicle, leaving the door hanging wide open and stumbles up the porch with his gun heavy in hand.
There is nothing, white noise, air bustling in his ears and the tunnel vision of paralyzing vehemence. It’s dark, raw and savage, the demon’s lips curl, breathing fire and brimstone as he clatters his way up the stairway of the Blackwell property.
The M1191 is secure in his grasp, fingers tightening around the trigger because there will be nothing, but brutality, sickening violence of blood and guts and gore.
Wooden stairs creak and groan under his foreign weight, the screen door is hanging off its hinges and he knows, that there is something very very very wrong here.
Heaven and hell, demons and angels. J.K Jones has always had an affinity for other worldly things. From her debut novel it’s easy to see she loves all things crawling in the shadows. As it so happens, J.K Jones is the author of a gritty, fun, action-packed, soul-rending novel. Her characters are so dark and twisted they defy the dimensions of this world. She is an avid reader, poet and LGBTQ activist. She is a York University graduate with a BA in Sociology, also has a TESOL certificate for teaching English as a Second Language.
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