Few Are Chosen

By Storm Grant

Sparks fly between virgin teenage demon hunters when the Chosen One turns out to be the Chosen… Two?

Apprentice warrior Blake St. Blake is the Chosen One, raised by an ancient order to defend the world against evil. Well, maybe not the whole world, but at least his neighborhood in downtown Detroit. When a dreaded reflux demon is sighted in a local cemetery, Blake is sent off to his very first battle, armed with his sword, his super-senses, his black leather duster, and a few well-rehearsed one-liners.

But another Chosen One gets in Blake’s way—an apprentice wizard named Shadow. While the boys argue about who’s the more chosen of the two, the demon escapes.

Blake wants to be angry, but it turns out he and Shadow have a lot in common. Besides, Shadow’s pretty cute, and Blake can’t help but think that the wizard’s skills (and hands and lips and other bits) might make the perfect complement to his. Blake and Shadow are brave enough to challenge the reflux demon in a second battle, but will they have the courage to tell each other how they feel?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wit & Grit Co.
• Release date: Jan 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9780993633980

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SUMMARY

FEW ARE CHOSEN

Sparks fly between virgin teenage demon hunters when the Chosen One turns out to be the Chosen… Two?

Apprentice warrior Blake St. Blake is the Chosen One, raised by an ancient order to defend the world against evil. Well, maybe not the whole world, but at least his neighborhood in downtown Detroit. When a dreaded reflux demon is sighted in a local cemetery, Blake is sent off to his very first battle, armed with his sword, his super-senses, his black leather duster, and a few well-rehearsed one-liners.

But another Chosen One gets in Blake’s way—an apprentice wizard named Shadow. While the boys argue about who’s the more chosen of the two, the demon escapes.

Blake wants to be angry, but it turns out he and Shadow have a lot in common. Besides, Shadow’s pretty cute, and Blake can’t help but think that the wizard’s skills (and hands and lips and other bits) might make the perfect complement to his. Blake and Shadow are brave enough to challenge the reflux demon in a second battle, but will they have the courage to tell each other how they feel?

FEW ARE CHOSEN: A young adult, gay, multicultural humorous contemporary paranormal adventure romance.

COPYRIGHT

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Gina M. Grant

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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Few Are Chosen/Gina Storm Grant—Second Edition

ISBN 978-0-9936339-8-0 

Cover Design by Willsin Rowe, [e-mail]

DEDICATION

This book would not have been possible without the teachings and guidance of so many people. Most recently, all my writing endeavors are made possible, if not painless, thanks to my awesome brainstorming group, Quinceapple.

Special thanks to Ann Lethbridge for the world’s fastest (and best) critique. Thanks also to Blaine D. Arden for the Dutch translations.

The First Edition was edited and proofed by Riptide Publishing’s editors Rachel Haimowitz and Kate McMurray.

CHAPTER 1. Meet and Beat

SHADING MY EYES against the moonlight and streetlamps, I deliberately dilated my pupils, searching the dark cemetery for movement.

Or glowing eyeballs.

On my twenty-fourth sweep, I saw it: a creature moving between the headstones, barely a shadow amongst shadows.

Time to man up, I said aloud. My balls had another idea, though, and tried to retreat to their place of origin at the thought of facing my first demon.

This is excitement, not fear, I told them. "The thrill of the chase. It’s what you—I’ve—been training my whole life for." I took a deep, centering breath as my mentor had taught me. It worked. My heartbeat slowed, my breathing evened, and my balls descended. I was ready to go find me some demon.

Shunning the elevator I had ridden up to the rooftop, I spread my leather duster like the wings of a bat and sailed gracefully to the street three stories below.

My landing, however, was less than graceful. I sprawled on my ass in the middle of the street and lay where I’d fallen, wind knocked from my lungs.

Behind me, lights caught my attention, and I leaped for the sidewalk as a speeding taxi gunned directly at me. A minion of evil, no doubt sent by my enemies.

He pulled abreast of me and signaled before pulling away. I returned his one-fingered salute and focused my attention on the greater foe.

I set off for the cemetery, leather duster swirling about my legs as I strode through the deserted streets.

Having reached the locked, spike-topped gates of the graveyard, I turned southward and circled the perimeter. I ran a hand through my curls, smoothing them into place after my crappy landing. My hair was medium ash blond this week, with electric blue streaks that