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    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4)
    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4)
    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4)
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    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4)

    By Jordan Castillo Price

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    Vampires agree that vampirism must be spread through sex, because if a bite on the neck could turn someone, the world would be overrun with legions of bloodsuckers by now. So Wild Bill's been careful. The last thing he'd want is to turn anyone. Especially his boytoy.

    Despite Wild Bill's caution, Michael's looking pale and thin...more so than usual. He wears it well, just like the leather jacket, the black-dyed hair and the eyeliner. But for someone as starved as he is, food should hold more of an appeal. And is that a preternatural grace Bill detects in Michael's movements?

    (Explicit gay content)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJCP Books
    Release dateNov 1, 2012
    ISBN9781935540359
    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4)
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    Jordan Castillo Price

    Author and artist Jordan Castillo Price writes paranormal sci-fi thrillers colored by her time in the Midwest, from inner city Chicago, to various cities across southern Wisconsin. She’s settled in a 1910 Cape Cod near Lake Michigan with tons of character and a plethora of bizarre spiders. Any disembodied noises, she’s decided, will be blamed on the ice maker.Jordan is best known as the author of the PsyCop series, an unfolding tale of paranormal mystery and suspense starring Victor Bayne, a gay medium who's plagued by ghostly visitations.

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      There are so many scenes in here that are either heart-wrenching, beautiful or both, and I choked up more than once. I read the version with Jordan's comments at the end and I felt like she doesn't even realize what she wrote. I hear what she's trying to say and that sounds like an interesting book, but what she's writing just doesn't fit with it. She makes it sound like these two don't really love each other, that they just need each other because they're dysfunctional. She says that they like each other fucked up and feed off it and really aren't good for each other. I think the scene on the pier where Wild Bill is trying to overcome debilitating fear to help Michael emotionally shows love. I think that the end of that scene where Wild Bill can finally begin to combat his fear is proof that they are good for each other. Wild Bill emotionally needs for Michael to be okay because he loves him. The scene in the next book in the graveyard where Wild Bill says horrible things about himself and Michael basically says that if Wild Bill loves him that he needs to not say those things is Michael showing his love for Wild Bill. That's the opposite of what Price is saying. I'm going to be very upset if the second set of books pulls this relationship apart.

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    Tainted (Channeling Morpheus 4) - Jordan Castillo Price

    Tainted

    Channeling Morpheus 4

    Jordan Castillo Price

    Smashwords Edition 2.0

    www.JCPbooks.com

    JCP Books LLC • PO Box 153 • Barneveld, WI 53507

    ISBN 978-1-935540-35-9

    SMASHWORDS EDITION 2012

    Cover art by Jordan Castillo Price

    Tainted: Channeling Morpheus 4. Copyright © 2008 by Jordan Castillo Price. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Originally published electronically as Channeling Morpheus: Tainted by Changeling Press in 2008 and by JCP Books in 2009 in the paperback Channeling Morpheus for Scary Mary

    Chapter One

    Heartless, soulless, generic and commercial. You gotta love these big box stores. I’d never set foot in one until I had a someone other than yours truly to look after. Never needed to. As long as I had enough smokes to keep me busy and a warm-blooded meal ticket nearby, I was happy enough with the clothes on my back.

    The homicidal eye-candy I’d hooked up with had more needs than I did. Like food. Pens and notebooks. Somewhere to eat and sleep. And do the nasty.

    So I bought us a van.

    That’s how it all starts, I guess. You let something stick, and the next thing you know, you start accessorizing it.

    I pulled a card of earrings off a revolving rack full of shiny, shiny trinkets. Not bad. I’m taking this, I told the clerk behind the counter, who smiled and gave me a fingerwave. I tucked the earrings into my pocket.

    Handbags. Slippers. Pantyhose. Sunglasses. I pulled a pair of cheap plastic shades off the display and tried them on. Thankfully the notion about vamps not casting reflections is just a weird idea someone dreamt up after chugging too much absinthe. How else would I be able to pick out a decent pair of shades if I couldn’t make sure they looked good on me?

    But of course they did. I snapped the pricetag off and put them on. Better. The hyper-bright fluorescent lighting had really been doing a number on my ticklish retinas.

    Hats. Wallets. Scarves. I stopped and stared. Some of ’em were grandma-scarves, sure. But some of ’em were slinky and long. I took a black one, pulled off the tag, looped it around my neck. Nice.

    I sniffed the air. Lots of humans teeming through the store, even at quarter to ten. Despite the smorgasbord of scents, I zeroed in easily enough on the one I wanted.

    Michael.

    He stood at a glass countertop shaped just like the jewelry island, except this one was full of cameras and phones, and other little gadgets I’d never heard of, and had no desire to know what they did.

    I unwound the scarf from my neck and wrapped it around his. Not only would he feel less self-conscious about the series of thin, neat cuts I’d left on him with my trusty flip-around knife, but he’d give Marc Bolan a run for his money in the jerk-off fantasy department. I’d refrain from telling him that, since given his age, I couldn’t hope for anything more than a blank stare in return.

    He leaned into me, pressed his side against my side. Look. He pointed at a plastic rectangle.

    Yeah?

    It’s a computer.

    It is? It was the size of the cigar box I kept my paintbrushes in, back in the Dark Ages.

    If I had one of those, I wouldn’t need to spend so much time at the library. We could park outside a coffee shop and I could hop online.

    I was probably giving him the same look he would’ve given me if I’d told

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