Sight Unseen

By Shayne Carmichael and Mychael Black

Jamie Smith runs an antique shop, and he thinks Samuel Haridan might be the most interesting customer he's ever had. Haridan is looking for a pearl necklace, but before he and Jamie can even start to negotiate, they're interrupted by a break-in. Jamie enters a whole new world, and just as he and Haridan begin to explore their chemistry, a kidnapping forces them apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arian Derwydd Books, LLC
• Release date: Nov 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781955467452

Shayne Carmichael

She writes, she makes shiny things.

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Legends of the Romanorum, Book 4

Jamie Smith runs an antique shop, and he thinks Samuel Haridan might be the most interesting customer he's ever had. Haridan is looking for a pearl necklace, but before he and Jamie can even start to negotiate, they're interrupted by a break-in, and Haridan helps Jamie hide while a band of vampires ravages his shop.

When Haridan heads back to Rome, he takes Jamie with him, introducing the young man to a whole new world, filled with shadows and vampire politics. Just as Jamie and Haridan begin to explore their chemistry, a kidnapping forces them apart, plunging them both into danger. Can Jamie and Haridan find a way to be together?

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Chapter One

The otherworldly, electronica beats of Beborn Beton filled Yesterday's Memories -- the antique shop Jamie Smith ran -- from the CD player sitting on the countertop. It had been a slow day, and now it was just after sunset, close to quitting time. This early in the week, Jamie was taking the opportunity to get some of his reading in. The noise from traffic outside was muted in the store, leaving Jamie able to concentrate on his book . His laptop was open beside him, allowing him to occasionally double check the availability of ingredients at his favorite downtown herbal store.

The brass bell over the door jingled and for a brief moment, the hum of traffic and blare of car horns poured inside before the door closed again. A middle-aged man walked up to the counter, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Dressed in khakis and a dark green, button-down shirt, he looked like everybody else who occasionally walked through the door of Yesterday's Memories -- average build, not exceptionally tall but not short, red hair. Overall, nothing stood out about him, except for maybe sunglasses indoors .

Excuse me, but I'm looking for Jamie Smith.

Timothy, Jamie's spectral companion, drifted from the back room. Oh, nice vamp. If I had a body, I’d do --

Jamie closed his eyes in irritation and cleared his throat noisily before Timothy could finish. Whether or not the vampire could see Timothy depended on whether the creature had had the power when he was alive. At the moment, Jamie prayed he didn’t. Ignoring Timothy, Jamie smiled politely and said, I’m Jamie Smith. How can I help you?

I'm looking for this, the man said, sliding a faded picture across the counter. He turned his head toward the far corner, but said nothing before looking back at Jamie. Have you seen it?

Jamie started nervously when he saw the picture. He stared at it, hesitating in his answer. Timothy hovered behind his shoulder to get a closer look. It’s that the piece you don’t like to touch, the spirit said.

Jamie glanced up at the man. Yeah, I’ve got it. You interested in it?

Yes. It belongs to someone and I've come to retrieve it. Has anyone touched it?

Retrieve it? Jamie scowled, immediately wondering if somebody was going to try to sue him over the thing. I keep it in a case, so I’m the only one who’s touched it.

The man cursed under his breath. Give me your hands.

Excuse me? Jamie moved away to the other end of the counter than opened the back of the display case and pulled out the jewelry box. "If you want to buy the necklace, it’s