Collections: Empassioned 
 Lon SarverT.J. Alden
Production Editor(s): Erika L Firanc
Cover Designer(s): Siol na Tine
Cover Art Credit(s): Cover creation by Jay Aheer. Adapted from photos @ kevron2002, ArenaCreative, PicterArt, and scornejor at
Proofreader(s): Jae Knight
Length: Novel
Word Count: 85,000
Chapter(s): 29


DECEMBER 08, 2015


Mitchel Morgan is a quiet young man with dangerous secrets. one of those secrets is a psychic power over metal that makes him far more than ust the handsome, blue-eyed owner of Advanced Auto Repairs. The other traps him in a world of organized crime and intense violence.

Trevor Lewis is a graphic designer with a passion for drawing, drumming and his incredibly hot auto mechanic. He meets Mitchell over a broken tail light, and despite—or perhaps because of—Trevor's awkwardness, Mitchell is charmed.Trevor's curly hair and brilliant smile bring light into Mitchell's complicated world.

Mitchell would do anything to save Trevor from the dangers of his criminal life. But first, Trevor has to save Mitchell from his own darkness. (M/M)

Romance - Gay - Science Fiction - Thriller - Contemporary

It was Saturday, the day of his date with Trevor, and Mitchell was sitting on the tube with his eyes closed. Teenagers at the other end of the car were being disruptive and annoying, but he was tuning them out. He was using a trick an old friend had once taught him. It helped calm his nerves,

He could sense metal all the time, and the sense was stronger the closer he was to the source. There was something about it that made the surrounding air charged and alive, signals that called out to him and that he felt more than saw. Like his other five senses, it was something that was always happening—always hearing, always smelling, always touching, and for someone with his abilities, always being able to feel the metal around him.

It made places like cities look a whole lot different to him than what he imagined other people saw. People thought of metal objects as being made of the toughest, sturdiest, most reliable material, provided it was taken care of and didn’t rust. Mitchell thought of it more like wood, not as effortlessly malleable as clay, but certainly not hard to manipulate either.

It wasn’t a sense comparable to sight or sound; it was a unique sense all its own, and simply felt different in a way one couldn’t explain to someone who didn’t have it. It wasn’t like sight, where the things one saw could be easily identified, and it wasn’t like sound, where too much of it overwhelmed him. It was most like smelling, in the sense that it took concentration to filter the signals and pinpoint which was coming from what source.

It was a way to pass the time, was methodical and meditative. Mitchell mentally waded through the biggest things first—the carriage, the metal rail underneath it, the countless mobile phones in every passenger’s pockets, the jewellery, the tiny screws in intricate things like eyeglasses. All of it sent signals to whatever in his brain gave him his gift, and he pushed away the ones he didn’t want.

The point of the trick was to focus on something small, and the further away, the better, though of course his range was limited to whatever was immediately around him. He narrowed his focus down to an object his senses told him was mostly silver, with a bit a copper.

Sterling silver. Jewellery.

Mitchell held his focus until the object’s owner got off at their stop. He repeated it twice more before he had to exit himself.



Nick Kinsley has been writing since a very young age. After going through school focused on computer science, he discovered that he would rather be a professional author. He grew up with few friends and a love of books, and hopes to create worlds in which others can find enjoyment. Kinsley currently lives in Maryland.