Saturday, September 29, 2012

Are you attending GRL?


Hey y'all! Torquere Press will be hosting a bowling party at GRL on Saturday starting at 5:00 pm over at the Fun Connection. It is just across the parking lot from the Hard Rock. The book signing ends at 4 pm and everyone has free time for dinner from 4-7. The Fun Connection does offer pizza, hot dogs, etc so you can have dinner there during the bowling party. The authors will be hosting their lanes and we have a limited number of attendees per lane. Each author will have swag for everyone, along with a prize for the highest score on their lane. Torquere Press will also have swag and books available as well as a $100 gift certificate for Torquere Books for the highest score on all the lanes. Currently the authors attending are:

Kiernan Kelly
BA Tortuga
Julia Talbot
AR Moler
TC Blue
Marshall Thornton
Charlie Cochet
Amy Lane

What you need to do?

Email me at kristi (at) torquerepress (dot) com with your full badge name and let me know you want to attend and if you have a specific author you want to be assigned to. If you are NOT bowling and just want to be a spectator please specify that.  The authors may not have swag for every spectator however if you are on the list Torquere will have a goodie bag for you. :D

Friday, September 28, 2012

Anniversary Wrap up Sale!

Our ninth anniversary month is coming to an end and we're celebrating with a sale! Just put 'annivwrap2012' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Sunday at midnight to get 20% off your order.

Sale good now through Sunday September 30 at Midnight (est).

Get a book from Torquere Press today.

Discount codes are provided as a courtesy to our customers. Torquere Press Inc. cannot be responsible for discounting purchases made before coupons/sales are announced, and cannot issue discounts to customers who fail to use the coupon or discount code during the purchase process.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Anniversaries - Love 'Em

I know, you all are probably tired of hearing about Torquere's Anniversary, but there's only a few more days left in the month so I figured I'd squeeze in one more post about it :D

But first, anniversaries - love 'em or hate 'em?

For the most part? I love 'em.  My hubs always comes up with some pretty good stuff.

Our 5th anniversary - he took me to Japan and we spent ten days with some friends of ours that were stationed there and WOW seriously one of our best vacations ever!  We got to see and do so many things.

Our 10th anniversary - yeah, not so much this one.  He was stationed with a strike group and they were gearing up for a deployment.

He made up for it for our 11th anniversary though.  He took me back to New Orleans for several days and had front row tickets at the Mahalia Jackson theater for us to see Wicked (which I LOVE).  It was a fantastic trip and a surprise!  He'd even arranged for my parents to babysit our kid!

I can't wait to see what he has planned for our 15th, because it's coming up soon!

Speaking of anniversaries - LOL you knew I was going to get back to this.  It's Torquere's Ninth Anniversary and they celebrated by putting out some really fantastic Charity Sips and donating the money to the NOH8 campaign!

My short story Nothing Better Than Leather was included in the Charity Sip Release. Here's a copy of the official blurb:

Zeke is a writer, who spends his evenings working as a valet at The Palm Restaurant, and lusting after a particular silver BMW 3 Series and its owner. Josh is the owner of that BMW and the only thing he enjoys about his routine evenings at The Palm is the red-haired valet who parks his car. When Josh is injured in an accident at the restaurant and Zeke is volunteered to drive him home, will their time spent together result in something more - or will Zeke forever remain the nameless valet who parks Josh's car?

Take one feisty valet, one straight-laced banker, mix in a fancy car and a long drive out to Malibu, and see what pulls up.

Let me share an excerpt that is NOT up on the site.

"You don't have to be so formal around me, not now that Steve can't hear us.  I don't bite."  Joshua paused, letting a seductive laugh slip out.  "Well, most of the time I don't.  What's your name, so I can stop calling you 'car guy' in my head?"

Zeke gaped at Joshua like a fish, his mind still tripping over the comment about biting.  It took him too many seconds to catch up and realize that not only was Joshua asking his name, he was flirting.  "You call me 'car guy'?"  Another quick glance over at Joshua and Zeke could see his fair skin stain red with a faint blush.

"Um, well, I didn't know your name, I had to call you something."



You can find my story Here and the rest of the Charity Sips Here

Thanks so much for reading and stopping by today!

<333

KH

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Author Extra: Fighting Addiction by BA Tortuga

Fighting Addiction by BA Tortuga

Country hat act Markus Kane is pretty skeptical when one of his oldest
industry friends calls and asks him to do a joint tour. He and Seb haven’t
seen each other in years, not since Markus quit drinking. Maybe not since he
and Sebastian Longchamps almost lost their careers to the fact that they
couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Sebastian is a country-fried Cajun rocker, and he’s been missing Markus ever
since they broke up all those years ago. His label thinks he and Markus are
a match made in ticket-sales heaven, but Seb knows better. He knows that it
won’t take even the tiniest effort for Markus to break his heart all over
again, and this time around he has way more to lose.

Time has changed both men, though, and while Markus and Seb try to fight
their addictions, the big music industry machine has plans for them that
don’t include the quiet life. Can Markus convince Sebastian that there are
things more important in life than adrenaline and control? And can Sebastian
make Markus understand that all he really wants is his music and his man?

Find out today:
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=76_106&produ\
cts_id=3702


Author extra:

Hey, y’all! I always, always have to have the right playlist in order to
write. Fighting Addiction ate my brain for months, and I played these songs
over and over. Much love. BA Tortuga

Alone with You -- Jake Owen
Another Morning After -- Bleu Edmondson
Back Where I Come From -- Kenny Chesney
Been There, Done That -- Luke Bryan
Better Than I Used to Be -- Tim McGraw
Come Over -- Kenny Chesney
Doesn't Mean I Don't Love You -- Trent Willmon
Don't -- Jewel
Even If It Breaks Your Heart -- The Eli Young Band
Feel Like a Rock Star -- Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw
Hard to Love -- Lee Brice
Hotel California -- The Eagles
How Bad Do You Want It -- Tim McGraw
I Can't Love You Back -- Easton Corbin
I Loved You When -- Roger Creager
Kristofferson -- Tim McGraw
Me and You -- Kenny Chesney
Play Me That Song -- Brantley Gilbert
Put Your Lovin' On Me -- Tim McGraw
Right Back Atcha Babe -- Tim McGraw
She Don't Get High -- Alan Jackson
Somewhere with You -- Kenny Chesney
Truck Yeah -- Tim McGraw
The Truth -- Trent Willmon
Welcome to the Fishbowl -- Kenny Chesney
What I'd Give -- Sugarland
Whiskey and You -- Tim McGraw
Wishing -- Sugarland
You and Tequila - Kenny Chesney and Grace Potter

California Heat

Good morning ... it's Hump Day! Don't know about you, but I'm always glad to get past the middle of the week.

Well, the calendar says autumn, but southern California has been as hot as the surface of the sun lately. 80s and 90s all last week, but it's been cooling off. Unfortunately, things are still pretty dry, and it's still wildfire season here. That will last through October.

Wildfires are my segue into my post today, obviously! The Tinder series has a third part available, so if you haven't checked out Sparks: A Tinder Story yet, then go see what Morgan has to say about living with a firefighter. It's not like the movies, I'll tell you that much.

Here's a little excerpt for you that's not on the website....

***



Christopher had never done well in the way of actually hearing what Morgan was trying to say. The fact that perhaps Morgan wasn’t communicating effectively had crossed his mind from time to time, but he usually tossed out that idea in favor of passing it off as Chris’ youth being the reason why their arguments happened.

Although, really. Was mid-thirties that young? It sounded like it, to someone who could only claim “late forties” for one more year. Morgan had never thought much about his age, aside from the medical issues that plagued him, high cholesterol being first and foremost. Chris had always been and would always be younger, by a decade and a half. Nothing was going to change that.

Or the fact that Christopher was a fireman who loved his job and had no intent of giving it up. Morgan couldn’t change that, either.

Chris liked to mumble under his breath that Morgan hated firemen. It wasn’t precisely true, but Morgan let him think it just to avoid getting into a more in-depth argument over how Morgan really felt about firefighters. Those details weren’t coming out unless he’d had a lot of scotch and probably a blow job. He’d told Christopher the basics, back when they’d first started seeing each other. The basics had covered it and Chris seemed satisfied with that, although not so accepting of the actual reasons.

“But not all firemen are like that, Morgan. I’m not like that. Most of my friends aren’t like that.” Chris had said it time and again, each time with an earnest look on his face that made Morgan want to kiss him and then take him to bed. He did, a few times, and it had the desired effect of making Chris be quiet.

But it was always there, beneath the surface. Morgan had strong feelings about most firemen and they weren’t positive ones.

***

Oh, Morgan. He has a lot to learn. You can find out exactly what happens to soften his attitude a bit in Sparks, available now from Torquere Press. Thanks for reading today!

On Sale This Week

This week we have books by Rob Knight, Sean Michael and BA Tortuga on sale at 20% off.

Check them out!

New Releases for September 26

Fighting Addiction by BA Tortuga

Country hat act Markus Kane is pretty skeptical when one of his oldest industry friends calls and asks him to do a joint tour. He and Seb haven’t seen each other in years, not since Markus quit drinking. Maybe not since he and Sebastian Longchamps almost lost their careers to the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Sebastian is a country-fried Cajun rocker, and he’s been missing Markus ever since they broke up all those years ago. His label thinks he and Markus are a match made in ticket-sales heaven, but Seb knows better. He knows that it won’t take even the tiniest effort for Markus to break his heart all over again, and this time around he has way more to lose.

Time has changed both men, though, and while Markus and Seb try to fight their addictions, the big music industry machine has plans for them that don’t include the quiet life. Can Markus convince Sebastian that there are things more important in life than adrenaline and control? And can Sebastian make Markus understand that all he really wants is his music and his man?

Find out today!


Switch, a Hammer novel by Sean Michael

Ewan's application to the Hammer Club has hit a snag. For some reason, Master Oliver has asked him to train alongside another Top before having his membership approved. Ewan's not sure where he screwed up, but he figures he must have done something wrong for Oliver to have taken this step.

Randy is the Top assigned to work with Ewan. Easy going and unattached, Randy is happy to work with Ewan, even more so when he meets the man and is instantly attracted. That attraction only deepens as the two men work together and find themselves deeply compatible in the bedroom, and in life.

What happens when Randy expresses his belief that Ewan is a sub, and not just any sub, but Randy's sub? Can Ewan find it in himself to give Randy what the man wants, and what he himself needs?

Find out today!


Personal Fitting by Rob Knight

Evan doesn't usually create corsets for men; he just doesn't like the way they look on a man. But when rockstar Kyle shows up for a fitting for a corset to wear on stage, Evan soon finds himself changing his mind. That might not be all that he changes; Kyle is hot enough to make even a straight man consider a paradigm shift.

Originally in Toy Box: Corsets

Pick up your copy today!


Staring the Roux, a Roughstock story by BA Tortuga

Sam's been looking at Beau for a long time, but it isn't until he gets shorted on points because he isn't a big name rider that he realizes just maybe Beau's been looking back. What happens when a couple of beers and some Funyons back at Beau's hotel room suddenly turn hot?

Originally published as File Gumbo in the Cherry anthology.

Get your copy today!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

And the winner is...

Urb!

Shoot me an email, Urb, at romankate at the gmails, and I'll get you your free Crankset.

Everyone had crazy stories in this one, from the 179K tiny house in Toronto, to people living in garages and lovesick living room furniture, so to show my appreciation, here are links to some free reads featuring Matt and Jason, my Royal Cycles duo:

Red Hot on Wheels (PG)
Make Me (NC-17)
The Comeback (R)
and Couch of Doom, the ficlet that eventually got well out of control and became Crankset. Uh, and it's NC-17 too, because apparently I am just a dirty old woman. Whoops.

And to show that truth is nearly often stranger than fiction, SF is now voting on whether to allow micro-apartments at 250 square feet.

...

I need a little happy time after that so here we go: Bike Messenger Appreciation Day is *ahem* cock-tober 9th*, and I assure you, Jason will be showing Matt just how much he appreciates a good long package run. Now if you all need me, I'll be in my bunk...

*because "10-9" is the radio code for "say again?" aka, of course, "come again?" :D

Monday, September 24, 2012

Coming this Week

Coming on Wednesday:

Fighting Addiction by BA Tortuga (Novel, M/M)
Personal Fitting by Rob Knight (Short Story, M/M)
Starting the Roux, a Roughstock story by BA Tortuga (Short Story, M/M)
Switch, a Hammer novel by Sean Michael (Novel, M/M)

Meme Monday: Family Tree

How far back do you know about your ancestry?

Rent! (It's not just a musical)

I’m probably the last person to have seen this in the SF Bay Area, but a guy posted an ad on Craigslist to rent out half his bed (and a portion of the kitchen) in San Francisco. And this immediately went viral on the blogosphere because who in their right mind would rent out their bedroom like that????





Well, I’ll tell you: people who live in San Francisco is who.

This very topic came up during the editing of Crankset, the second of my stories set in the bike messenger community in SF. In Crankset, Matt and Jason, who have long been renting a (curtained) portion of someone’s living room, set out to find a room with a door. A couple of people who read the draft were frankly skeptical of the set-up: who rents out a stranger’s living room?

Again, people who live in San Francisco, that’s who.
 

”The half-bed is available August, and the ad goes further with the good news that in September, they'll be partitioning off part of the living room for $585 a month. Genius.

People, I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

A couple years ago, I took a job in SF and, living in Modesto as I do, decided to move to the big city because oy, the commute otherwise. Except, finding a place to live in SF did not exactly jibe with my budget. I spent a good amount of time with Mr Craigslist and the SF Bay Weekly, looking for places that were both somewhere in the metropolitan SF area and did not require a kidney by way of deposit.

And people I talked to about this search were
skeptical: surely people didn’t rent out portions of their rooms to strangers? Surely people didn’t move into the curtained-off portions of strangers’ living rooms? And most importantly, surely this whole transaction didn’t run into four figures?

Well I am here to tell you yes on all counts. Yes, people rent out whatever parts of their apartments they can get away with, because housing in SF is tight tight tight and with the cost of living, you need every penny you can get.

Yes, people rent portions of strangers’ apartments because frankly, SF is everything you’ve heard it is. 


So many great places to eat and club, and walk and party. Weather only the gods could dream up. Several functional municipal transportation systems! (Forgive me, I’ve also lived in L.A., so public transport systems that actually work put me into an all-out swoon of delight). And jobs! There are jobs in SF! Verily, that city is the bomb.

I wound up moving into a fourth floor apartment on the border of the Inner and Outer Sunset neighborhoods (believe me, the distinction’s important to people who live there) with two other people. One was someone I knew through mutual friends, and the other was a friend of hers. It was a one-bedroom apartment, and two of us had beds in the bedroom, and the other slept out in the living room on a pull-out couch. Our downstairs neighbors liked to play Doom (or some other shoot-em-up game) all night then complain that the living-room girl made too much noise doing yoga before work. 


But that’s a whole other story.

So tell me, what’s the wackiest housing situation you’ve found yourself in, or heard about from a friend? Best story wins a copy of Crankset.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Contest Winner

This is Neena Jaydon sneaking in to announce the winner of a free pdf copy of one of my books:

booklover0026!

Congrats! I'll be emailing you shortly. Thanks to everyone who commented!


Review Round-Up 9/6-9/22

Welcome to our latest Review Round-Up. We hope you enjoy the reviews. These are the reviews that we have directly been notified about. If you have other reviews feel free to add them in as a comment.  Also you can email me directly throughout the month about reviews to have them added to the next round-up. My email for reviews is reviewcoordinator@torquerepress.com.

Rainbow Book Reviews

A Most Unusual Courtship by Nancy M. Griffis (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Skin and Hide by Neena Jaydon (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Leather Work and Lonely Cowboys, a Roughstock story by BA Tortuga (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Nine for a Kiss by Emily Moreton (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Nothing Better Than Fine Leather by Katherine Halle (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Biker Moon by BA Collins (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Practice Makes Perverts by G. R. Richards (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Slow Awakening by M. Raiya (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Dapper Gentlemen by J. Rocci (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Heaven's Heretics by Kathryn Scannell (Charity Sip for NOH8)
The Grass is Greener by Winnie Jerome (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Genuine Leather Interior by M Durango (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Leather and Newfound Land by CB Conwy (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Taking Inventory, a Hammer story by Sean Michael (Charity Sip for NOH8)
In His Corner by Charlie Cochet (Charity Sip for NOH8)
To Dream of Her True Love's Face by Giselle Renarde (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Couched as a Question by Jane Davitt (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Bindings by Lucius Parhelion (Charity Sip for NOH8)
The Man Who Wouldn't Wear Leather by Aaron Michaels (Charity Sip for NOH8)
A Delicious Smelling Leather Wallet by Dakota Dawn (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Touch of Leather by Lorne Rodman (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Dead Cow Pants by Julia Talbot (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase

Fallen Angel Reviews

Of Boats and Blue Beards by Willa Okati

Coffee Time Romance & More

Ruby: Lost and Found by MD Grimm

Confessions from Romaholics

Ebony Angel by Jenna Jones
The Dragon's Muse by I.D. Locke
The Night Shift (The Night Wars #2) by Missouri Dalton

Dark Divas Reviews

A Fighting Chance by Andi Penn

Literary Nymphs Reviews Only

The Briar Rose: Hoarse Play by Sean Michael
Masks Off - Anthology
Zero to 165 by AR Moler

SensualReads.com by Elisa Rolle

Arcanum: What Evil Lurks in the Hearts of Men by Mychael Black 

Brief Encounters

Man of the Cave Bear by Kate Roman
In His Corner by Charlie Cochet (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Life on the Land by Vic Winter
Dead Cow Pants by Julia Talbot (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Bindings by Lucius Parhelion (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Couched as a Question by Jane Davitt (Charity Sip for NOH8)
A Fighting Chance by Andi Penn
At the Library by Spencer Rook

Love Romances and More

A Recondite Matter by G. S. Wiley
Birds of a Feather by Sophia Beaumont

Tam Reads, Writes and Rambles

The Briar Rose: Hoarse Play by Sean Michael

Guilty Indulgence

Dead Cow Pants by Julia Talbot (Charity Sip for NOH8)
In His Corner by Charlie Cochet (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Taking Inventory, a Hammer story by Sean Michael (Charity Sip for NOH8)
The Grass is Greener by Winnie Jerome (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Counting Down by Kiernan Kelly (Charity Sip for NOH8)

Hearts on Fire Reviews

Heaven's Heretics by Kathryn Scannell (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Slow Awakening by M. Raiya (Charity Sip for NOH8)
Moon Shadows by Neena Jaydon
Valentine Wish (The Wish #3) by Eden Winters
Summer Sizzle by Berengaria Brown

The Armchair Reader

Emerging Magic (Sentinels #2) by Angela Benedetti
Happily Ever After (Russian Bear) CB Conwy
The Briar Rose: Hoarse Play by Sean Michael

Cryselle's Bookshelf

Emerging Magic (Sentinels #2) by Angela Benedetti

Long and Short Reviews (formerly Whipped Cream Reviews)

Fool's Gold by Mychael Black

Mrs Condit Reads (she had not been sending links so this is all of them...some may have been previously posted)

07/31/2012 Book Excerpt: Flight To Joy by Berengeria Brown rating: not rated
07/21/2012 Book Review: Down on the Farm by DC Juris rating: 4 1/2
07/19/2012 Book Review: Trust by Sean Michael rating: 5
07/02/2012 Book Review: How We Operate by AR Moler rating: 4 1/2
12/30/2011 Book Review: Keeping Karma by Tory Temple rating: 4 1/2


Affair de Coure (AdC Magazine) Reviews 
(these are in a print magazine but the reviews send them over for me to share)

Lanes of Innocence
Dakota Dawn
****
Lane had become Perry's collared submissive 7 months prior and after a year of dating they decided it was time to move in together, making Lane Perry's full time sub.
Perry had never let a sub move in and take up permanent residence in his dungeon before, but it was something he's been looking forward to. Perry loved having Lane as his sub, he just worried about how trusting he was with everybody.
While Perry is away at a conference, Lane receives a call from a customer, Mr Yocum, about delivering on items to his home. It was getting late and he couldn't reach Perry so left him a note at home.
Mr Yocum was a dominating man but surely he wasn't dangerous? He was only making a quick delivery, what could go wrong?
Dakota Dawn has created an intriguing short read that will leave readers hungering for more, although, there are elements of brutality that may leave you emotionally raw.
Rebecca Halliwell

Young Adult Line - Prizm Books

We would love to invite all of you to come follow our blog for Prizm Books our Young Adult imprint. Prizm has recently had a re-launch and has some great things coming.  We look forward to sharing them with you.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Kindlegraph

Has anyone else discovered Kindlegraph, the place where you can get signed book covers for the Kindle?

I discovered it a couple of weeks ago via a friend's blog. It's actually quite a lot of fun, even though I don't own a Kindle! (Okay, I have the app for my computer but it's not quite the same. I brought the Kobo because it can withstand being tossed across the floor)

Anyway, I decided to give it a go and it's a remarkably easy process. So I signed up...

http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/VeetuIndustries

Do you use Kindlegraph? What have your experiences been if you do?

Excerpt from Selling Mars (Veetu Industries #2)

"Selling Mars" will be out later this year. If you haven't caught up with what's happening, feel free to check out "Mars on the Rise". Enjoy!


~~~

"Selling Mars" (Veetu Industries #2) excerpt.

Rounding a knot of trees, Cedo pulled them to a halt, not quite believing what was before them. Where there had been no civilization to speak of, there was now a small, brick building. At first glance it did not appear much, having just a single door and no apparent windows. What made it even stranger were the clumps of wires which sloped from the walls and into the trees. Apprehensively, he edged them closer, ears listening and eyes watching for anything untoward. When nothing, except for the settling of the forest came, he dismounted, letting the reins trail on the ground as he inched closer to the building.

When his fingers brushed against it, the door swung easily inward. There appeared to be no lights and, with the gloom growing, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. The building was a single room, as bare as the trees. At the heart of it sat a tall, cylindrical creation,. Open to the elements, it was filled with metal discs. A multitude of metal arms extended from the outside of the machine, all still, all waiting. Wires spiraled from the top of it and crawled across the ceiling before out of tiny vents in the top of the wall. The apprehension remained, the room giving Cedo a strange feeling of disorientation. His skin prickled as he looked at the silent machine. He did not particularly want to stay in the tiny building but, for the time being, it seemed to be the safest place to be.

Leaving the building, he brushed his fingers against Billy's limp hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “We can stay here for the night.”

Like a rag doll, Billy slid from his horse, Cedo catching him as he began to slump toward the ground. Slowly, Billy dragging his feet, they made their way to the building, Cedo lowering him to the floor as they stepped through the door. As he moved to unburden the horses, he noticed that the hairs on Billy's arms had prickled to attention.

CHAPTER 8

“What is this place?” It was the first time he had heard Billy's voice since the morning.

Never looking up from the satchels and bags, Cedo shook his head. “I do not know. All I know is that it is a roof over our head.”

“Don't like the feel of it.”

“You are not the only one.”

Cans, rope, a small box of sulfur sticks, clothing and soap spilled from the bags and Cedo felt himself smile. Even if they did not like where they were, at least they would be fed and clean. His fingers closed around a small metal and glass object and his smile widened as a lamp came out. Striking one of the sulfur sticks, he lit the lamp, the small flame throwing warm light around the otherwise cool and suspicious room. Billy sat against the far wall, clutching himself as he cowered before the machine. It remained as silent as when they had entered as if waiting for some command.

“Will you eat something if I cook?” he asked.

Billy did not look up, arms still wrapped around his knees. “If there's somethin' goin' I will.”

Cedo smiled; at least he was talking, even if it were about the most mundane things. “I shall be outside should you need me.”

Darkness had fallen and, bar the light sitting beside the door, nothing could be seen. The moon threw very little light through the thick trees, and what it did give him only made the forest even more ominous. Scrapping around, Cedo gathered a little firewood, shuddering as sounds floated to his ears. Animal calls, whistles, the rustling of things in the undergrowth. As he lit the fire he waited, with bated breath, for the bizarre, whispered numbers to start up. Perching himself on a rock, Cedo let the fire take hold, eyes scanning the small area of exposed sky above him.

The sky was as clear as water, a few specks of stars shimmering down. His heart stopped and he held his breath, terror stilling him, as it slid into view. Completely silent, with the underside lit up, the strange cross lazily rotated as it flew over his head. Barely above the trees, it quickly disappeared, sending Cedo to his feet to frantically search between the branches. It remained in sight for a brief moment, flickering through the trees before completely disappearing from view. Heart pounding, Cedo returned to the fire. There was no use screaming, no use making a fuss; no one would hear and Billy would not care at the moment. He felt a dislike for the new country rise and his stomach rolled. Spitting out the contents of his stomach, Cedo held his head in his hands. The air around him felt alive, like it was watching him and was preparing to tear him limb from limb.

“CEDO!”

Heart stalling, Cedo raced towards the voice, crashing through the door and stilling when he saw the machine. The arms were moving, lifting up and out, righting themselves. Tiny needles tipped the ends of each arm. The arms stretched before inserting themselves back into the machine. The metal discs moved up and down, shuffling. Those which were not needed lay still while the needles found the grooves of those which were. There were pops and crackles and then they began, breaking the silence as each played a different tune.

Nine... Twelve... Twenty...”

Three... Eight... Five...”

Seven... Five... Nine...”

Six... Nine... Zero...”

Seven... Nineteen... Twenty-Three...”