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Guest Author Wednesdays’ ♥ Angel Martinez

Hello everyone. Today I’m thrilled to have Romance Author Angel Martinez stop by. She’s talking about Living Between Worlds, so keep reading, lol. Don’t forget to leave her a little love below!

The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez still has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes. Her work currently lives at Amber Quill Press, Mischief Corner Books, and Silver Publishing.

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Hell For The Company        
by Angel Martinez
(Part of the Horns and Halos Anthology

Shax, the exiled demon prince of thieves, is more or less content with his life. Banging about the galaxy, pilfering as he pleases, only occasionally being shot at—life is good. Until he finds a pretty, wounded angel crash-landed on a nightmare of an alien island. Life in Hell was never this strange…

Mischief Corner Books

Living Between Worlds

It’s been a bit since I wrote my first novel – that dreaded first, should never see the light of day one that every author has. I realized the other day that it’s close to fifteen years. (Which means I wrote my first novel at the age of ten, Yeah. Let’s go with that.)

While there are many genres I won’t write, there are many aisles I’ve straddled over the years. I write GLBT and mainstream, Science Fiction and Fantasy, genre mashing and straight, have at it single genre stories, full length, sprawling novels, and short stories.

Does it get confusing? Never. But there are distinct differences between writing SF and Fantasy, for instance. It feels as if it actually uses a different part of the brain. So to put them together? Ah. That’s when the world gets weird.

When my co-conspirators over at Mischief Corner Books decided we should do and Angels and Demons anthology, I hesitated. Not really my thing, I said. But my friend, muse and instigative spark, Freddy Mackay, said “write space pirate cowboy demons, like Firefly. With demons.”

Well. Who could resist such a challenge? So Shax was born and the SF novelette romp “Hell For The Company” – a Science Fiction/ Fantasy/ Humor M/M Romance.

How many sub-genres does it take to get to the center of the universe? The world may never know…


Bullets pinged off the rock beside Shax’s head.

Projectiles? Really?

He ducked lower and tapped frantically at his link, hoping it hadn’t taken damage. “Verin! You there, bud?”

A low growl came back through the link. “This better be—fuck! Is that gunfire?”

“Maybe,” Shax conceded as he flattened himself in the dust.

“What in Lucifer’s name did you do now, bonehead?”

“Um, there were pretties…”

Verin’s cussing became too heated and high-decibel for him to continue the conversation for a moment. Finally, he stopped the tirade. “Get back here, then! Fast as that damn horse you borrowed can manage!”

“About the horse…”


“Got shot out from under me. I could, ah, use some backup out here, Ver.”

More grumbling came through but this time accompanied by the sounds of engine startup. “You at least get your damn pretties?”

Shax grinned despite the dire situation. “Oh, yeah. Show you when we’re off this dirtball.”

Engine noise drowned the next round of grumbling. Thank hells. Verin was coming for him. Not that a little thing like a gunshot was going to kill a prince of hell but damn it, being shot hurt. Maybe some demons got off on the whole pain thing, but he’d rather skip it, thanks.

“There’s nowhere to go, scum!” the local protector of law and order bellowed. “Give up now and we’ll most likely hang you all nice and humane instead of skinning you alive!”

Oh, yes, now there’s incentive for you. The shooting had stopped for a moment, so he dared to poke his head up above his rock cover. “How about a third choice?”

“You’re out of choices, boy!”

Shax rolled his eyes at the incredibly witty rejoinder. “How about I go away and you never, ever have to see me again?”

He offered his most charming smile, then dove for the ground swearing a black streak when bullets zinged around him. Ow. Shit. He pushed his hat back, probing gently at his scalp near his right horn. His fingers came away bloody. “I am never going into any bar that has a piano player, ever again. Cheap, shoddy, hick town. Stupid humans.”

The roar of the Brimstone’s engines briefly muffled the gunfire. Shax thought his partner would come in shooting but Verin often had more precipitous solutions. He simply set the ship down on the posse.

“Ew. Squish.”

The few townsfolk who were not under the ship galloped off, suddenly keen to be elsewhere. The loading ramp lowered with the bitchy whine of old hydraulics. Verin stood at the top, huge arms crossed over his chest, tapping one clawed foot on the deck plates.

Shax staggered out of his hiding spot trying hard for an annoyed expression rather than one of profound relief. He pointed to the hull as he stumbled up the ramp. “I am not cleaning that mess off.”

“Idiot.” Verin snorted. “The mess’ll freeze the second we leave atmosphere and burn off the next time we do reentry. So damn planet-bound still.”

“Shut up. Am not.” Halfway up the ramp, Shax stopped. “Why’s the ship crooked?”

“It’s not. Get in here. You don’t look so good, genius.”

Shax was about to admit he didn’t feel so great, either, when the loading ramp inconsiderately leaped up and hit him in the face. The last things he heard were Verin grumble-cussing and soft mooing.


Semper Fae
by Angel Martinez

Zack thought he had a strange job before. Working as a Marine medic in a secret government installation was odd, but working as a human liaison to the fae and as the personal assistant to a sidhe prince is downright bizarre. Throw in the fact that he’s pretty damn sure he’s fallen in love with his boss, and things are close to unmanageable.

Of course, around the fae, a man learns never to say ‘things can’t possibly get any worse.’ Unexplained events have begun to plague the human world. Strange sightings, spontaneous explosions of magic, and odd bends in reality crop up. When Finn falls terribly ill and a monstrous creature attacks Zack one night, things quickly slide into disaster. Lycanthropy, loose-cannon mages, and Lugh conspire to make a hellish mess out of things – but the real peril begins when Diego loses an important piece of his mind.

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