The Key of Solomon: Amber Moon

By Hurri Cosmo

Lucas has a low-paying, dead-end job, lives in a tiny apartment, and can count his close friends on one hand. Well, one finger actually, and for all the sympathy she has, it may as well be the middle one. No, Lucas’s life is not one any would truly strive for. However, it keeps him from thinking too much about his distant past and the one man who had gently held his heart... but then ripped it right out of his chest and crushed it under his expensive leather Gucci’s. As a teenager not even out of the closet yet, surviving the fallout became unbearable so Lucas did the only thing he could. He disappeared.

Fourteen painful years later and Lucas is ready to move on. He’s going to finally kill his unrequited love for Ryder once and for all.

That’s when the magic of Solomon and his galactic bar sweep in. Seems Lucas had the audacity to query the gods in the form of a fist to the sky. The cosmic bartender couldn’t resist taking up the challenge. Mainly because Solomon holds many keys and one of them just happens to be to Lucas’s happiness. He only needs to convince Lucas of that.

Shouldn’t be too difficult... right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hurri Cosmo
• Release date: Aug 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463729328

Hurri Cosmo

Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

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Amber Moon

Lucas has a low-paying, dead-end job, lives in a tiny apartment, and can count his close friends on one hand. Well, one finger actually, and for all the sympathy she has, it may as well be the middle one. No, Lucas’s life is not one any would truly strive for. However, it keeps him from thinking too much about his distant past and the one man who had gently held his heart… but then ripped it right out of his chest and crushed it under his expensive leather Gucci’s. As a teenager not even out of the closet yet, surviving the fallout became unbearable so Lucas did the only thing he could. He disappeared.

Fourteen painful years later and Lucas is ready to move on. He’s going to finally kill his unrequited love for Ryder once and for all.

That’s when the magic of Solomon and his galactic bar sweep in. Seems Lucas had the audacity to query the gods in the form of a fist to the sky. The cosmic bartender couldn’t resist taking up the challenge. Mainly because Solomon holds many keys and one of them just happens to be to Lucas’s happiness. He only needs to convince Lucas of that.

Shouldn’t be too difficult… right?

Other Books By Hurri Cosmo

Ghost Wolf

Then Sawyer Happened

Until You

I Believe Now

The Astral Mage

The Servant Prince

The Servant King

The Servant Crown

Chase and Capture

A Place to Belong

Hyden’s Law

Amber Moon

Hurri Cosmo

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Amber Moon

Lucas wasn’t going to be able to do it.

It honestly shouldn’t be this hard. Walking into an art studio should have been as natural for him as breathing. But even breathing was sometimes an issue for Lucas when the stress was high. Like it was right now standing outside of that door marked with four words that struck absolute terror in Lucas’s heart. Amber Moon Art Studio. Yep. All four of them. Even the cheery little message underneath did nothing to quell Lucas’s wildly beating heart.

Open your ‘art’ for a whole new fantasy.

It would definitely be a fantasy for Lucas. Because here he was, thirty years old, and still allowing that one incident, that one stupid interaction with a sadist, affect him to the point of having a near panic attack with only the thought of picking up a pencil again. He absolutely knew the people here would treat him well. They would not be homophobes, would not make fun of him because he was gay. They would not paint cruel messages on his locker or hide his gym shorts or call him fag.

They would not be like Ryder.

Or Ryder’s friends.

And he had checked, double checked and even triple checked the name Amber Moon. It meant nothing. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t the woman who stole his innocence. It was simply a name chosen by the new owner who probably thought it was clever given the design on the front of the building. That design being a large round metal outline of a circle that enveloped the front door and extended up and over the windows directly above it on the second floor. The metal ring had aged to a mottled coppery amber color making perfect sense of the name Amber Moon, but it still sent chills up his back.

The building had belonged to a number of occupants in the last few years. When Lucas had first started walking by on his way to his bus stop it had been a dance studio. Owned by the most adorable old gay couple, the large window on the street level would show any number of dancers practicing their art from tap to ballet to ballroom. Lucas didn’t know what had happened to the studio. One day it was simply closed and then, a few weeks later, was empty. A real estate office moved in for a while, then a lawyer, then it was empty for a long time. Now an art studio had moved in. And here he was, loitering in front of it once again.

Oh yes. He had done this before. That first time he had hurried up to it, thinking the day was actually going to be better than his evening had been after he had basically tried to kill himself simply taking out the trash. Stubbing his toe, ripping his jeans, getting covered in garbage, then falling hard on his ass, he had pleaded with the universe to let up on him. With the thought that an art studio appeared overnight, he thought things might be turning around. Until he read the name. After he was able to breathe again, he raced home to the thought of having to pack up right now and move far, far away. Instead he did a quick Internet search. Then, as his heart rate slowed, a more in-depth one. The next morning, he’d resorted to calling the city for even more information. They’d had none. But it wasn’t the Amber Moon from his past coming back haunting him, stalking him, preying on him. It was just a name.

The second time he’d stopped in front of the door, painted in its happy shade of lime green, had been a couple of days ago. He had thought off and on for years about getting back into drawing. So he’d stood in front of the door, much like he did now, determined he was going to go inside, sign up for a couple of classes, and put behind him the demons he had let chase him away from his passion. Well, a passion he’d had back in high school. He had loved drawing back then. Back before Amber Moon…and Ryder. If he could just get the feel of the pencil again, or hear that wonderful sound of an art pencil on paper, he was sure it would all come back.

And, of course, that’s exactly the reason he’d fled that time because the thought that it would all come back sent him into a panic that lasted the rest of the evening and well into the night.

But it was stupid, these panic attacks. He really hadn’t gone through