Book Title: The Things We Find
Author and Publisher: BL Maxwell
Release Date: September 28, 2022
Genre: MM Paranormal Fantasy
Tropes: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, protector, man in peril
Themes: new relationship interrupted
Length: 42 000 words
It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Some things are better left alone
Blurb
Some things are better left alone.
Dane Jones works from home with only his three dogs for company. When he stumbles onto a social media page about urban exploring, he’s curious about different sites around Sacramento that seem like they’d be interesting to investigate. He starts chatting with Griff Warren, and after a few conversations he’s even more excited to go.
Griff Warren is also curious about urban exploring, but he has very little interest in experiencing something paranormal. When the guy he’s been chatting with in the online group is so enthusiastic to go, it’s contagious. They plan to go to a warehouse and while there, experience something they can’t explain.
Dane and Griff were looking for an adventure, but they find more than they bargained for at a deserted farmhouse on the river. When Dane finds an old toy discarded in one of the rooms, both of them are thrown into a world neither understands. Full of cursed objects, strange markings, and powers, neither knows how to handle. Lucky for them, Griff’s Friend knows exactly who can help.
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“Wasn’t that door open?” Dane asked, eliminating any doubt I had of my own memory.
“I thought so, maybe a gust of wind blew it shut.” He stepped up and turned the knob. It wouldn’t open, wouldn’t even turn. Dane looked at me with eyes wide, and in that one glance I was right there with him. My heart sped up, and I moved close enough to grip the knob myself: it turned easily. “Ha ha funny guy.” Now, I could appreciate a good joke at the right time, but this was not that time. When I looked at him again though, I knew he hadn’t been joking.
“I tried to turn it but it wouldn’t budge. Maybe I twisted it the wrong direction,” he murmured half to himself.
“Maybe. No worries though, let’s go see what else is here.” He answered with a nod and we continued along the fake storefront, but this time we didn’t enter any of the rooms. Neither of us moved in the direction of another of the doors, instead just continuing along to the back end of the building.
“I think that’s it. It doesn’t look like there’s much more back here.” We walked along the sides of the building and avoided all the leaks we could. The noise was still deafening, and I wondered again how long the downpour would keep up. With the heavy rain the temperature had dropped, not that it was warm inside, but it seemed even colder now than it had before.
Dane stopped and held his hand out for me to listen. At first, I didn’t hear anything, but when I focused and blocked out the sound of the rain, I would have sworn I heard a metallic squeak. Dane’s eyes met mine and I knew he’d heard the same thing. “What is that?” I asked.
“It sounds like a machine that needs some oil,” he said, and moved a little closer to me.
“Should we go see what it is?”
“Sure, I mean I don’t want to miss anything, but I’m not gonna lie, it really is pretty creepy in here.” He looked around the wide-open area as he spoke. The rain continued to pour down on the tin roof, making more noise inside than it probably did outside. Another crack of thunder shook the warehouse and sounded like it was right on top of us. Again we both ducked, reacting to the loud noise.
The building felt electrified—the hair stood up on my arms and the back of my neck. “Do you feel that?” I asked.
“Yeah, what the hell—” he started, but was cut off by the strange squeaking sound again.
Dane walked back in the direction we’d just come from, and not wanting to be alone in this place, I hurried behind him. Past the area with the storefronts, he walked right to a pile of discarded equipment and parts. “What’s that sound?” he whispered.
The rain still poured down just as heavy, but through it all I still heard it, a metallic squealing sound. And if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it was the cranking of a large gear. But nothing in this place was in working order. I looked around again, hoping to find something that would explain it.
“Griff, look,” Dane said, and pointed at a large piece of machinery. It was hard to tell what it was or what it had been. Everything that had been connected to it was now disconnected. There was a row of gauges along the top of the large metal square, and in the middle of it a round crank slowly turned on its own.
BL Maxwell grew up in a small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his childhood. Later she became an avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became obsessed with fanfiction. She soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM genre and was hooked.
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