hi there! I've just written a new story that I hope to turn into a series. It's a thriller that involves a NYC detective and an incubus of sorts. Sorry, don't mean to be so forward, but could you also comment? Also, if you're against homosexuality or r-rated lit, then I'm sorry for having bothered you.
synopsis:
Jayden used to be alive during the eighteenth century. He had it all. Land. Title. Wealth. Even a wife. After said wife gets tired of all his sleeping around, she curses him so that now he's still alive two-and-a-half centuries later in NYC, the only thing keeping him alive the very thing his wife hated him for.
He's managed to find a friend in Alexander Harris, star detective, who is currently working on a homicide case after a missing hustler turns up dead. Somehow, Jayden gets roped into helping out. Can they find the kids before more turn up dead?
