Book Title: Just Calamarried (Sucker For Love Mystery #5)
Author: K.L. Hiers
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Cover Artist: Tiferet Designs
Release Date: March 22, 2022
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Mpreg, Wrongly Accused, Double Murder
Themes: Love Conquers All
Length: 61 000 words/257 pages
It is not a standalone story. It is book 5 in the Sucker For Love Mysteries series.
The story does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Newlyweds Sloane and Loch are eagerly expecting their first child, though for Sloane that excitement is tempered by pregnancy side effects. Carrying a god’s baby would be enough to deal with, especially with the whole accelerated gestation thing, but it’s not like Sloane can take maternity leave. He works for himself as a private investigator. Which leads him to his next case.
At least this strange new mystery distracts him from the stress of constant puking.
When two priests are murdered within hours of each other, a woman named Daphne hires Sloane and Loch to track down the prime suspect—her brother—before the police do. Between untangling a conspiracy of lies and greed, going toe-to-toe with a gangster, and stealing a cat, they hardly have time to decorate a nursery….
“I owe you a very sincere thank-you, by the way,” Sloane said.
“Of course you do.” Loch paused. “But what for specifically this time?”
“For mostly behaving and not revealing your true godly nature. Our little secret club is at capacity, you know.”
“We should be much more discerning moving forward.”
“Agreed. Okay, so.” Sloane struggled to get his thoughts together. He was having some trouble focusing, and he tried not to let it frustrate him. “If Nate can teleport, that would explain how he got in and out of Ziol’s house without setting off the wards.”
“He wouldn’t have been able to get through mine.”
“Well, you’re a god.”
“I’m just making sure you have your facts gay.”
“Don’t you mean straight?”
“No.” Loch grinned at his own joke.
Sloane laughed. “By all the gods, I really do love you.”
“Mmm, and I love you, my beautiful Starkiller. Now! Let’s continue making sure our facts are very gay. That only explains how he was able to get into the house. It does not absolve him of guilt.”
“I know. And we still have him on camera fleeing the deacon’s house.” Sloane frowned. “I wonder though… do they have him entering the house?”
“A good question to ask my uncle and Chase.” Loch’s tentacles slithered out and rubbed Sloane’s shoulders.
“Maybe Nate went to talk to the deacon about the tree, or maybe Ziol even sent him there for something. I don’t know. He pops in, but then some crap goes down, and he can’t teleport so he runs.”
“And fleeing the home breaks the wards.” Loch zeroed in on a particularly sore muscle. “How’s that, my love?”
“Mmm, very good.” Sloane closed his eyes as his aches melted away beneath Loch’s magical touch. “He could have even witnessed the murder… damn, Loch. That’s amazing.”
“Of course it is.” Loch preened. “I’m a god.”
“Mmm….”
“There is a problem with your theory, though.”
“What?”
“By assuming Nate’s innocence, you eliminated our only suspect, and there are two treacherous murderers afoot.” One of Loch’s tentacles massaged Sloane’s chest. “We should fetch some more suspects.”
“More suspects, mmm….” Sloane’s pulse climbed as the tentacle slipped inside his shirt, rubbing over his nipple. Another tentacle crept down his stomach and teased along the zipper of his pants. “We… should….”
“Yes, my sweet Starkiller?”
“We should talk to the deacon’s followers too,” Sloane said firmly as he tried to resist Loch’s advances. It felt good to struggle, especially when he knew he was going to give in. “We should go look at his house too. Look, uh, look for clues.”
“Oh, I love clues.” Loch leaned over Sloane’s shoulder, sliding his hand over Sloane’s chest as his tentacles opened up Sloane’s pants.
“Clues! Hmmm. The, the killer… maybe left more clues….”
“We shall find all the clues,” Loch promised. “Now, I believe I had some relief to bestow upon you.”
“Just… mm… lock the door.” Sloane panted, and he groaned excitedly when Loch’s tentacle enveloped his cock. It was hot, tight, and he bucked up instinctively. “Ah, fuck!”
“I will take care of you.” Loch kissed along Sloane’s neck, and his other tentacles curled around Sloane’s arms and waist.
The tentacle sucking his cock was intense, and Sloane knew he wouldn’t last long. He was shivering, his hips twitching, and he loved how Loch’s other tentacles were wrapped all around him.
He weakly thrusted into the divine heat, letting his head fall back as he moaned. Loch’s mouth was working up by his ear now, and he turned into the sensation.
“I cannot wait to taste you,” Loch whispered.
“Yeah,” Sloane breathed. “I wanna, mmm, I wanna taste you too.”
“Yes?” Loch offered his other slitted tentacle, gently stroking Sloane’s lips.
“Mmph!” Sloane sucked the tentacle into his mouth, relishing the smooth sensation against his tongue. The tentacle thrusted slowly, giving Sloane time to swallow and suck, and he rubbed his tongue along the firm shaft.
The tentacle on his cock had taken him all the way down, its undulating pressure coaxing Sloane toward orgasm. It was too hot, too perfect, and all of his muscles were tensing up like little springs.
He opened his mouth wide, inviting Loch to push deeper, and moaned when the tentacle teased at the back of his throat. He whimpered, spit pooling around his lips, and he gave himself over to Loch’s intense affections.
“Come along, love,” Loch purred. “I want you to come for me… over… and over again….”
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but they never gave up.
Following the success of their first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC, with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.
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