Improbable Press Blog — Eldritch Roads

A hot flush of embarrassment washed over Ronan when he realized he’d been caught staring, though the other man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when he finally made eye contact it was to wink. He seemed to be wearing smudged eyeliner despite the bruising across much of his face. Ronan couldn’t tell whether it had been added after the fact or just never washed away. He looked thirty-something and his eyes were the warmest shade of brown Ronan had ever seen. The blush returned for a second wave – he’d gone from staring at this stranger’s chest to staring...