Sionnach Wintergreen has a new MM paranormal historical fantasy romance out, Love Songs for Lost Worlds book 3: Infernal Hope. And there’s a giveaway!
Ex-necromancer Frank Hope risked his life to help his demon lover Kasimir return to his homeland, a dimension humans call Hell and Kasimir calls the Eternal Realm—a beautiful medievalesque land. Now, because Kasimir is the heir apparent to a vast, wealthy kingdom, the two live in luxury in a palace by the sea. But darkness haunts them.
Necromancers, humans sworn to capture and slay demons for Earth’s energy corporations to use as fuel, continue to strike the Eternal Realm. Strife between the Eternals’ kingdoms grows as well.
When war breaks out with a neighboring land, Frank and Kasimir are forced to make hard choices that threaten their relationship—and even their lives. Is their love truly meant to be? Will the universe that once smiled upon them turn against them?
This is the final book in the Love Songs for Lost Worlds trilogy and combines elements of fantasy, paranormal, and gay romance within the framework of an alternate 1980s world.
Warnings: Violence, gay bashing, suicidal ideation, foul language, explicit sex, light bondage, vomiting, suicide attempt and sexual assault
About the Series:
Kasimir, a demon boy, secretly watched a human boy, Frank through an interdimensional window. While Kasimir struggled with an abusive father, Frank grieved his father’s death. Little Kasimir watched…and fell I’m love.
Years later, Frank, who always felt like a loser, discovers he has a special power—commanding demons. That’s a valuable skill to corporations like DemonCo who slay and process demons to be used as fuel. When fate brings Kasimir and Frank together, they meet as enemies, but Kasimir believes they are destined to be lovers.
With themes of redemption, courage, and true love, this paranormal fantasy series is set in an alternate 1980’s Texas and the mystical Eternal Realm.
Sionnach is giving away a $15 Amazon gift card with this tour:
ExcerptPalace of the Kingdom of the Onyx Moon Kasimir
I hold Frank in the dark. He still has dreams of his former life, nightmares. He doesn’t usually wake up, he just fights things in his sleep, moving jerkily and making unintelligible noises. I put my arms around him and snuggle him against my chest. After a few minutes, he relaxes.
I relax, as well. I hate whatever things lurk in his past that disturb him so. We are living a beautiful life with each other. He seems happy—ecstatic even. But when he sleeps, he’s still pursued by whatever things haunt him.
Things haunt us here, but he is unaware of them.
He doesn’t know the Vanishings have increased, or that we stopped going to the village because the animosity toward him there had begun to worry me. When someone calls him a Necromancer, he corrects them happily—‘ex-Necromancer.’ He doesn’t realize that doesn’t matter to nearly everyone here. To my mother, Rahvel, Bedon, Varalica, and me, he’s a hero. To everyone else, he’s still a villain. And I know that would break his heart.
I’ve instructed Bedon and Varalica not to discuss the Vanishings in front of Frank. He’s blissfully unaware of how dangerous it is to live beyond the palace’s shields.
The only things he fears are in his dreams, and I will have it that way for as long as possible.
So I hold my beloved, and press my lips to his head, his face, and tell him ‘I’m here,’ in hopes my words create a lifeline to the pleasures he loves so much in our world.
I can’t fully partake in those pleasures myself. I love Frank dearly, but I can’t relax here like he does when he’s awake.
I’m free of my betrothal and want to frolic with Frank for as long as I can. I live in fear of the next time my father wants to forge alliances with my hand. Although I’m allowed a measure of say in such things, I still fear confrontations with my father. Frank has my heart, will always have my heart, but I worry how long our freedom will last.
However much I love being here with Frank, I never wanted this. When I Vanished from the Eternal Realm, when Frank summoned me, I was terrified. Once I learned I would not be processed for fiendium but would be his familiar, instead, I was actually happy. Not only was I with the man I had fallen in love with when we were children, I no longer had to worry about being king. I didn’t have to deal with my father’s constant mocking. All I had to do was love Frank.
Now, it’s all back on my shoulders—all of the responsibility, all of the abuse, and the prospect of being married off to someone else. Sometimes, I almost wish he hadn’t saved me. I wish he had gone to Eden and let me die.
I can’t tell him any of that. He’s haunted by enough without my adding worries. For now, there’s only us and our love.
# Next day – The King’s BeachFrank
I flop down on our blanket. “I don’t know if I’ll ever come again,” I tell Kasimir. “I’m all out.”
Kasimir turns over, his dazzling eyes alight with mischief. “Twenty minutes from now you’ll be all over me again.”
“Yeah, well…okay. But right now, I feel completely drained.”
“So do I. I wish it were lunchtime already. I’m famished!” He lifts up on one elbow. “You seemed to quite enjoy that sparkling wine yesterday. Would you like me to ask Bedon to get some more of that for us?”
Before I can answer, a man flies from the cliff above us and lands neatly next to us. He’s wearing the colors of the king, black and emerald green. Livery, I think I’ve heard Kasimir call it. I think he’s a messenger. His skin is darker than Kasimir’s, almost bronze, and his bat wings are nearly black. Like all of the eligos, he’s striking and handsome. And again, I feel like the luckiest guy alive, because Kasimir, surrounded by men who all look like underwear models, has chosen me.
It seems so weird now to think I was ever a Necromancer. That I ever worked for DemonCo and thought about killing Eternals to make fiendium. The human world runs on fiendium, on the lives of the eligos and all of the other inhabitants of this world. It’s just a world, like ours, but we somehow decided it was ours to pillage and justified our greed by saying they were demons, evil incarnate, when they’re actually just people and animals from another world.
I catch my snap, then. I haven’t actually been listening to what Mr. Bronze has been saying, but Kasimir stands up, raining sand, with an alarmed expression on his beautiful face. “I see,” says Kasimir. “I need to change clothes….”
“Wear your armor. They leave in an hour.” He turns toward the cliff and raises his wings as if to fly. “Oh,” he faces Kasimir again. “He said to bring your pet monster.” With that he flaps his wings and flies back toward the cliff.
Awww. Kasimir’s asshole father’s term of endearment for me. Great. What now? “What was that all about?”
“We need to fly back to the palace,” says Kasimir. His wings shoot out behind him. They look like giant hawk’s wings, feathered instead of webbed like most other eligos and copper striped with gold. They’re breathtaking. It doesn’t matter how fucking awesome they are, however, I still hate flying. I endure it, but it still makes me feel faint. I hate heights, which kind of sucks when the love of your life has wings.
“What’s going on?”
He spreads his arms so I can hug him while he carries me. “Father is confronting an army from the Kingdom of the Red Moon. He wants us to ride with him.”
Infernal Hope—Author Post—Research
For the whole Love Songs for Lost Worlds series, I looked up demons online. I love that kind of thing—especially the drawings, some of which were hilarious. Early on, I decided I didn’t want to use the demons’ proper names. Instead of using the names to designate a specific creature, I used the names as a race of beings or type of animal. So Kasimir is an eligos and King Ilongo is a balam. The great black goat ridden by Kasimir’s father, King Ulothrin, is a baphomet.
I used the descriptions of the demons in the grimoires as inspiration for my demons, but I deviated whenever the mood struck. Sometimes the descriptions in the grimoires were especially rich and yielded a lot of fun ideas. Paimon, for instance, is described as having a feminine face, riding a dromedary, and as always being proceeded by a fanfare of trumpets and tambourines. This sounded too fun not to use!
Cynifer, the mage who helps Frank, the human in Infernal Hope, is kind of a pretty boy who rides a white camel named Muldova and is always accompanied by his nude, polyamorous harem of marching trumpet and tambourine players. I love to take a book with some weighty themes and insert fun little chocolate chips like this into the mix.
The scariest thing about researching demons was coming across sites where people thought they were real and after their souls or whatnot. I was raised in an Evangelical Christian household where beliefs like that were common. A family member once told me I was under the influence of a demon. She was serious. It was so hurtful. Being different in certain cultures is often damned. So seeing websites like that was terrifying.
I also researched weapons for this series. Guns and tasers for With Good Intentions, and sword fighting for Infernal Hope. There’s an aerial sword fight in Infernal Hope that was particularly fun to research.
Probably the most gruesome thing I’ve had to research recently was bullet grazes for Frank’s wound in With Good Intentions. The images for grazes are so much worse than what is usually portrayed in books and movies. A few of the images made me tear up. It’s horrible to think of the damage guns do. I think if that damage were portrayed more accurately, maybe we wouldn’t have so much gun violence in the States. Maybe people would take it more seriously and try to do something about it.
The most painful research wasn’t actually research at all. My best friend at college was gay bashed and murdered. His murder was detailed in an article in Vanity Fair some years ago. Losing him was heartbreaking. Reading a detailed account of what he endured was infuriating and sickening. I used those feelings—that rage, that heartbreak—to write a pivotal scene in Infernal Hope. Oddly, I had already plotted this scene, and was approaching writing it, when the January 6th Insurrection happened. Although my friend’s killers were simply homophobic hicks, I wanted these perpetrators to be white supremacists. And wow—suddenly those assholes were all over the news. The ones in Infernal Hope are a brand of 80’s dickwads that I’m not sure exist now, but their racist, homophobic hatred seems to be thriving.
I also drew on being the child of an abusive parent. Kasimir’s father was physically abusive to him as a child, and emotionally abusive to him as an adult. Throughout the first two books, Kasimir has been brave and steadfast. In this book, his bravery and resolve are tested. He will have to learn to stand up to his father or live with a hole in his heart for the rest of his life. I feel this is the struggle of every abused child. Facing the abuse, dealing with it, and letting go.
But there was joy, too! I am married to my soulmate, and the love we share is always the basis for the love in my romances. Part of the first book and the final two in this series were written during the pandemic. I’m at high risk for Covid, so my husband and I have been trapped inside with each other for over a year. And, as horrible as this sounds, we’ve loved every minute of it. We’ve grown even closer and have come to appreciate each other in new and more powerful ways. During this time, I’ve started transitioning, and he has been cheerleading me the whole way. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive partner.
Writing about a couple loving each other and growing together felt especially poignant at this time. Both Kasimir and Frank have so much baggage. They are dealing with prejudice, both on Earth and in the Eternal Realm. They each have complicated relationships with their parents. Their worlds are shifting and changing around them—and they’re learning how to be the ones doing the changing. And they know one thing through it all—they love each other to pieces.
I’m Sionnach (prounced SHUHN ukh) and I’m a trans male author of romance and fantasy. Most of my books are gay romances because they’re so much fun to write. Opposites attract is my favorite trope with hurt/comfort right behind it. Few things are as fun to me as bringing men to life and pushing them into each other’s arms. I love happily ever afters and believe true love is absolutely real.
Before I started writing full time, I volunteered as a grant writer for animal rescue nonprofits. I love animals, and they inevitably find their way into my stories. I share my life with my husband and seven spoiled cats. I’m also the emotional support human to a crazy husky. He/him
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