Tristan – a former freelance magician who calls himself a “private investigator of paranormal incidents” and is now the PA to an influential arts and antiques dealer in Prague. Jarek – an ancient incubus from Gomorrah who used to be an escort and dreams of the freedom to travel the world. An uninspired artist and a mysterious artifact with strange powers. All of these and more are the ingredients to this third adventure in the ‘Sons of Gomorrah series, one that needs to be read in order or you’ll miss all the fun of Tristan and Jarek’s meeting and falling in lust. It is set in an alternate reality where Latin is the world’s common language, magic is strictly regulated, and personal relationships are as challenging as they are anywhere else that I have read about. Tristan was cast out by the official guild of mages for reasons that are a closely guarded secret. He has finally managed to free Jarek from his contract as an escort, only to now find himself indebted to Ambrosius Schwarzenstein, a dark, secretive baron who has him hunting for obscure art and potentially dangerous artifacts and anything that strikes his fancy or causes him trouble. Tristan’s latest mission gets him into a dangerous situation with unexpected consequences. It takes both his and Jarek’s best efforts to deal with that side of their adventure. Trying to figure out where he stands with Jarek, now that Tristan thinks they are in a real relationship, is turning out to be more of a challenge than he expected. Communication isn’t either man’s strength, and Jarek’s past as pretty much an object of pleasure means he has no idea what to expect. Tristan wants them to be equal partners, but has no idea how to get Jarek to understand. It’s quite a mess! If you like supernatural mysteries, if two lovers who need to figure out how to talk to each other and work together are your thing, and if you want to know how Tristan and Jarek deal with everyday life – well as everyday as it gets in their magic-filled world - then you will probably like this novella.
The Sons of Gomorrah, 3
For Tristan Todorov, formerly a freelance magician and now a consultant on occult matters, living with an incubus turns out to be rather challenging. Not only because there’s little information on incubi, Gomorrah pleasure demons. Jarek, the one he has a contract with, has a fiery personality and a dark past, and sometimes he’s a mystery Tristan can’t decipher.
When Tristan ends up in possession of an illegal artifact with peculiar powers, he hopes it might help him and Jarek to finally understand each other. Will it be a blessing indeed—or a curse that might put them both in danger?
Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM elements
In the shower, Tristan discovered there was a bruise where Jarek had been gripping his hip, in addition to the hickeys. He poked at it experimentally. It was strangely enticing, to be marked like that. He wouldn’t mind if Jarek joined him, like he often did, and explored his skin under the hot spray in search for more marks of the same origin, but Jarek stayed away this time and Tristan couldn’t muster enough cheekiness to call him.
During breakfast, they always bumped into each other in the tiny kitchen, and Tristan liked it. Particularly when Jarek wore nothing but boxers, like now, and sometimes even less. Today, however, Jarek kept his distance, and it was a tad worrying, but again, Tristan withheld from commenting on it.
It wasn’t until Tristan started washing the dishes when Jarek finally slipped closer. Very close. He caged Tristan in against the counter, one arm on each side of his body, not quite pinning him but also not giving him anywhere to go. He licked a swath of skin below Tristan’s ear, which was a nice way to start a conversation.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I? Tonight.”
Maybe it was easier for him to talk when Tristan wasn’t looking.
It was the same for Tristan. If it made Jarek forget his nightmare, he didn’t mind a little rough, and he had no problem with saying that, face to face. But he had something else to admit, and it was better doing it like this.
“Uh. I liked it, actually.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Jarek whispered into his nape. His hands hiked up Tristan’s t-shirt, slid underneath it, but not demanding this time, just tenderly wandering up and down Tristan’s flanks. “I … you see, it wasn’t … I wouldn’t normally…”
Jarek seemed to be uncharacteristically out of words.
Tristan turned, facing him now, but still pinned to the counter by Jarek’s whole body.
“It’s really fine. I know you would have stopped if I said I didn’t like it.”
Jarek avoided his gaze.
“I’m usually more … calculating. In the sense, how would it feel for you if I do this, how you’re going to respond if I do that. I’m not supposed to be…”
“More like losing control. Don’t get me wrong, I get off on this kind of scheming. I guess it’s natural for incubi, watching for reactions, striving to get it right. It’s part of the fun, doing a detective’s work while shagging. Or a psychologist’s. So I’m enjoying myself perfectly well. But tonight … it was a bit egotistic, wouldn’t you say?”
Tristan leaned in to nip at Jarek’s lower lip, rubbed his nose against Jarek’s. “Hey, it’s called spontaneous sex.”
Jarek sighed like he hadn’t been entirely convinced, but answered with a slow open-mouthed kiss to Tristan’s chin, licking down his neck after that to lave at the spots where he’d left suck marks last night.
“Sorry about those,” he murmured. He sounded genuinely apologetic.
Tristan let out a small laugh, embarrassed to confess they fascinated him. “That could be a way to tell us two from each other, I guess.”
“You could mark me, too, if you want,” Jarek suggested, but there was unusual hesitancy in his voice.
What a wonderful third installment to the series! Although it is told entirely in Tristan's point of view, like the previous volumes, we slowly come to learn more about Jarek's own past, his fears and insecurities. It is truly a challenge for these two damaged and solitary men to find their way to trust their relationship, and as a reader I was truly in anguish that they might not make it. The happy ending truly comes as a cathartic moment of all-embracing bliss. I love how the emotional charge of this series grows deeper with every volume, as the characters are explored further, some of their past is laid to rest, and other dark doors open... This book has of course all the other traits of the series. The incredibly atmospheric backdrop of Prague, barbed in icicles and glittering with Christmas lights, the complex workings of a very detailed magical universe, intriguing plot twists, and supporting characters. I loved the artsy sub-plot! nt to this series
I what a wonderful book. I completely enjoyed this series and hope there is more. Very good story and fun heat and interesting problems when you live with an icubus