Thursday, April 30, 2020

The Bureau, Vols. 1 & 2 by Kim Fielding (spotlight, excerpt, and review) ADULT titles

 Volume 1 

ADULT titles
Kim Fielding

This collection contains the first three Bureau novellas:


Once a proud demon of the night sky who carried nightmares to humans, Tenrael has spent decades in captivity as the star attraction of a traveling carnival. He exists in miserable servitude to men who plunk down ten dollars to fulfill their dark desires.

Charles Grimes is half human, half… something else. For fifteen years he’s worked for the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs, ridding the country of dangerous monsters. When his boss sends him to Kansas to chase a rumor about a captive demon, Charles figures it’s just another assignment. Until he meets Tenrael.



Someone—or something—is murdering young men in San Francisco. Clay White has been fired from the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs, but he’s determined to track down the killer. When he comes across a vampire named Marek, Clay assumes he’s caught the perp. But the encounter with Marek turns out to be more complicated than Clay expected, and it forces him to deal with his own troubled past and murky psyche. As Clay discovers, sometimes the truth doesn't come easy—and the monsters are not who we expect.



Alone in a cell and lacking memories of his past, John has no idea who—or what—he is.

Alone on the streets of 1950s Los Angeles, Harry has far too many memories of his painful past and feels simply resignation in facing his empty future.

When Harry is given a chance to achieve his only dream—to become an agent with the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs—all he has to do is prove his worth. Yet nothing has ever come easy for him. Now he must offer himself and John as bait, enticing a man who wants to conquer death. But first he and John must learn what distinguishes a monster from a man—and what a monster truly wants.



Volume 2
ADULT titles
Kim Fielding

This collection contains the fourth and fifth Bureau novellas.



An agent for the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs? That’s the best job in the world. And it’s enough for Terry Brandt, who doesn’t need personal relationships complicating his life. His newest assignment puts him undercover, investigating a Hollywood agent who may have some evil tricks up his sleeve.

Edge is not the man he appears to be. Although he’s a member of the Hollywood agent’s security staff, his true situation is darker and deeper than that. Ordered to seduce the new prospect, Edge finds himself caught in conflicting loyalties.

Haunted by their pasts and tied up in secrets, neither Terry nor Edge can afford to allow passion to interfere with duty. And with danger dogging them, it’s impossible to envision a future together.


Vietnam veteran Kurt Powell’s addiction almost cost him everything, but a job as federal agent with the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs helped him find sobriety and purpose. Now he tracks down dangerous paranormal creatures as well as humans who abuse their magical powers in illegal ways.

Sent from Belfast to the United States as a boy, Desmond Hughes later fell into a disastrous relationship that led to horrific murders. He’s spent seventeen years in a bleak prison with few comforts and no hope of release.

A new mission throws Kurt and Des together in a desperate attempt to prevent disaster. Sometimes what’s long been lost can still be found, but the road to redemption is never easy—and a mutual attraction may not ease the way.



Edge’s brothers were fighting again. Right now there were raised hackles and low growls, but soon enough blood would flow. Edge snarled at them both and stalked out the door and onto the lawn, where the grass felt cool under his feet and the stars overhead tried to shine through the LA smog. He walked the length of the guest house to his favorite spot, a sort of cave between the building and some bougainvillea. His brothers could find him there easily enough, but they probably wouldn’t bother—too busy scrapping over which of them was in charge. As if it mattered. The boss was in charge, not them, and he always would be.
The dirt in Edge’s little hideaway was soft and smelled of mice and lizards. He circled a few times before lying down, sighing when the chain around his neck jingled.
He’d been so tired lately. He was still fairly young, still in good condition, and the boss made sure all of them were well fed. His duties weren’t usually onerous either: Keep an eye on the estate and anyone who entered. Report to the boss if anything was out of order or if anyone did something they shouldn’t. Neither of those things happened often; the boss ran a tight household. Edge supposed people were paid well if they pleased him, and if they didn’t, well, they were gone in a flash. Since maintaining security took so little effort, Duke and Holt had time to squabble over dominance and Edge often felt restless and at loose ends.
But his boring responsibilities didn’t explain why he was exhausted. Not physically exhausted—he could run as fast as ever and hadn’t lost any of his strength. But… mentally. Emotionally. And that was stupid, because his kind wasn’t supposed to be susceptible to that. Such fatigue was for complicated people like the boss and for the movie stars and directors and producers and other famous and wealthy people who flocked around him. Not for simple beings like Edge, who didn’t understand why he felt this way and had no clue what to do about it.
Endure. That was his choice: endure or die. And he wasn’t ready to die yet.
He’d almost dozed off when a familiar whistle cut across the grounds. Three sharp notes that compelled him to his feet immediately and set him tearing across the lawn at full speed. Holt and Duke ran ahead of him, their dispute temporarily forgotten.
The boss waited for them in a pool of light just outside the main house. He had a cigarette in one hand and a lowball glass in the other. Edge tried to judge his mood, but the boss was a hard man to read. Unless he was truly furious—an event that was blessedly rare—he usually appeared either mildly interested or mildly annoyed, depending on the circumstances. Right now he was tending more toward annoyed as he looked down at Edge and his brothers.
“Change,” the boss ordered. “I wanna have a discussion.”
Edge and his brothers exchanged a quick glance of mutual empathy. Changing fucking hurt, and they all preferred to do it in private. But the boss had given an order, and he was waiting for them to obey.
At first it felt like being skinned alive, with every one of Edge’s nerve endings screaming in shock. But the worst part came next, when bones reshaped and sinews and organs repositioned themselves. When Edge was young, he’d howled in agony during the process. But he’d since been trained not to do that, and now he suffered almost silently, although a few moans still escaped.
The change felt as if it lasted for hours, but in reality it took only a few minutes. When it was complete, Edge and his brothers stood panting and naked—except for their collars—in front of the boss, who had finished his cigarette but not his whiskey. Although Edge was used to nudity in both of his forms, he had to force himself not to fidget under the boss’s cool scrutiny; Duke and Holt stood more confidently. While the boss owned all three of them, he didn’t use their bodies the way he used Edge’s.
“Got a new one coming in tomorrow. You know the drill. If he passes my initial inspection, I’m gonna stash him in the guest house.”
Edge and his brothers nodded their understanding; this was the usual procedure with fresh prospects. Having them nearby allowed the boss to keep a close eye on them and to more easily draw them into his web. It also meant that the three brothers would be busier, security-wise, which they generally considered a good thing. It made their jobs more interesting. Duke and Holt looked eager to begin. But Edge had been losing his taste for this kind of excitement. He tried to tell himself that the boss’s fresh meat deserved what happened to them—they came almost begging for it, really—and if they didn’t fuck up, they reaped all the benefits they’d hoped for. None of them gave serious thought to the costs until it was too late, however, and the knowledge of what would happen to them turned Edge’s stomach. He didn’t know why he gave a shit.
The boss focused intently on Edge, as if he’d read Edge’s thoughts. His eyes were black and shiny, and one corner of his mouth twitched into something resembling a smile. “This one’s going to be your responsibility, Edge. Sleep in the room next to his instead of the kennel. Let him fuck you if he wants. In fact, encourage him to fuck you.” He nodded to himself. “That always helps.”
Edge gave the only acceptable answer: “Yes, sir.”
After a brief pause, the boss nodded again. Now his smile spread into something frightening, like a death’s-head grin. He pointed at Edge with his free hand. “Come with me, pup.”
Ignoring his brothers’ worried looks and the roiling in his own gut, Edge trotted after the boss into the main house.

By the time Edge limped out onto the grand lawn, dawn was only a couple of hours away. Despite the burning and aching of his body, he changed back to his canine form. It always felt a little easier to deal with discomfort and unease in that body, and he healed quicker too. Besides, the boss would want him looking like a dog when the new prospect arrived in the morning.
He walked slowly over the grass, his tongue out and tail hanging low. He briefly considered sleeping in his spot behind the bougainvillea, but rejected the idea quickly. Duke or Holt—whoever was on duty tonight—would come looking for him and would be pissed off if they found him there. He went to the kennel instead.
It encompassed a large space on the ground floor of the guest house. Edge didn’t know what its original purpose had been or whether the boss had ordered it custom-built for the three of them. Four of them. There had originally been four. In any case, the big room had tile floors and four large steel cages, each with a dog bed inside. The cages almost always stood open, but there had been occasions when they were closed and fastened with padlocks. One set of doors led out into the center of the estate grounds, where the lawn and pool were located, and another set opened to the back of the building. They were motion-activated, which meant Edge and his brothers could come and go regardless of whether they had hands or paws. The rest of the room was sparsely furnished. A low-set sink could be turned on and off with a foot pedal, and a TV sat along one wall. Another door—this one with a regular knob—led to a toilet and shower they used when in human form. A closet and dresser held their meager allotment of clothing.
That was it. A space not suited for humans, yet not exactly a real kennel either.
Holt lay inside his cage. He opened his eyes when Edge came in but didn’t otherwise react, and Edge was thankful for that. He paused to drink some water from the sink, gave himself a quick shake, and settled into his own bed. He still hurt, but the familiarity of the worn fabric carrying his own scent comforted him.
Dogs didn’t worry much about the future; Edge had been around enough real dogs to know that. But humans did, and sometimes he thought there was too much humanity inside him. Instead of falling asleep, he fretted over what would happen the next day. The boss’s new prospect. What would he be like, and how long would it take the boss to destroy him?

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About the author

Kim Fielding is the bestselling author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
Kim’s novel Brute was the 2013 Rainbow Award Winner for Best Gay Fantasy and tied for fourth place for Best Gay Novel.
After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.
 Author's website


My review:

4 out of 5 stars

 This adult gay paranormal romance series is filled with memorable characters who are different from the stereotypical ideas of paranormal or fantasy creatures. The stories span the gamut from demon to vampire to Dr. Frankenstein's monster to shapeshifters to magic wielders, but they're tied together by a connection to the Bureau of Trans-Species Affairs. The leader of the Bureau is an enigma who seems to have more resources and plans than he is willing to reveal, not to mention powers that he hoards. 
I am frequently a little confused about what particular decade the story is taking place in, but I am immediately drawn into each tale and disappointed when it ends because I want even more. I enjoyed getting glimpses of Southern California through some of the characters' eyes, and it is so much fun to see characters from the other stories cameo. I think Edge is one of my favorite characters, but I connected to all of these guys, and I definitely want to see more stories that feature all of them. 
Those who have triggers should be aware that there are very dark events that shape some of these characters, but their journeys are inspirational, and one can't help but cheer their ability to overcome adversity. I look forward to reading more stories by this talented author.

A copy of these titles were provided for review

1 comment:

  1. lovin' those covers and i do enjoy reading about angels and demons
    sherry @ fundinmental