Today I am so pleased to welcome T. Strange to Joyfully Jay. T. has come to talk to us about her latest release, Cold Blood. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!


Thank you so much for joining me today for my brand-new release, Cold Blood, book 2 in my Bound to the Spirits series! It’s M/M paranormal romance with a generous splash of BDSM.

I’ve got a short excerpt from Cold Blood for you to enjoy, and one lucky commenter will win an ebook copy of My Zombie Boyfriend, the first book in the Undead Canadian series! (M/M paranormal romance)


“There’s a haunting here?”

“I can double-check the address if you’d like,” Hamilton offered, smirking a little.

“No. That’s fine.” As far as Harlan knew, Hamilton had never got an address wrong.

Maybe the dispatcher had been wrong?

A young white man stepped out of the shop, waving at them. “Are you with the Graveyard Crew?”

It was a nickname for Toronto police mediums that Harlan didn’t really like—and, by the look on Hamilton’s face, he didn’t care for it either.

Hamilton pointedly glanced down at his uniform and badge. “We’re with the police.”

“Oh, good! C’mon in. We’ve been expecting you.” He turned and disappeared into the shop.

Harlan shot Hamilton a questioning glance.

Hamilton shrugged one shoulder, extending a hand to say after you.

He was suddenly hit by a barrage of noise—apparently the door was surprisingly soundproof. Harlan always thought the music in these types of places sounded bad, but this was bad.

Hamilton, never one to fuck around, headed straight to the man who’d welcomed them. “Can you turn the music down? Or off, maybe?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the din.

The man shook his head. “No! That’s the problem.” He didn’t have Hamilton’s loud ‘cop voice’ and he was practically screaming.

Rolling his eyes, Hamilton motioned Harlan closer. “You go do your woo-woo, and I’ll see if I can turn this noise down so we can think straight.”

He hurried after the shopkeeper just as Harlan said, “I think they’re connected…” He thought he’d figured out just why the music was so awful, because it wasn’t just one song playing. It sounded like at least three, maybe as many as five. Harlan didn’t know any of them, and at first he’d assumed he was hearing something ‘experimental’ or something, but after listening for a few minutes, he’d come to a different conclusion.

Shaking his head, Harlan followed the other two men. There was a bank of five record players against one wall, with oversize old—or at least made to look old—headphones hanging from a hook beside each of them. Harlan assumed this was so shoppers could listen to the record they wanted before they bought it.

There was a spinning record on each of them.

He glanced around. There was no one else in the store. Not exactly surprising. “How long has this been going on?”

“A few days now.” The man extended his hand. “I’m Simon, by the way,” he added, his voice a little less shrill now that they were standing closer to him.

Harlan glanced at Simon’s hand. Usually Hamilton did this kind of thing, but he wasn’t paying attention. “Harlan,” he said, shaking for the shortest amount of time he thought he could get away with without seeming rude.

Simon glanced at Hamilton’s back.

Fuck. Harlan hated doing introductions. “And this is my partner, Hamilton.”

Apparently satisfied, Simon backed off a little. “I called as soon as it started, but they told me I was ‘low priority’. And, like, I get it, but…” He opened his arms to gesture at his empty shop.

“Yeah,” was the only response Harlan could come up with. He could see both sides of the problem. Obviously, it wasn’t great for Simon as a small-business owner—at least Harlan assumed he was the owner, since he was the only one who was here willingly—but by police-medium standards, it was definitely low priority. No one was being hurt or driven off or being frightened—just annoyed. Very, very annoyed.

The odd thing was that Harlan hadn’t seen any sign of an actual ghost so far, not so much as a sparkle at the edges of his vision.

Hamilton, who’d been bent over one of the record players, abruptly straightened. Harlan could see that he’d been holding something, but he dropped it before Harlan could see what it was.

“Yeah, we tried that,” Simon said dryly. “Didn’t work.”

Harlan wandered closer to Hamilton to see what he’d been doing.

“Unplugged. They’re all unplugged.” Looking stunned, Hamilton pointed at the cable dangling from each player.


Ghost wards are failing. Mediums are vanishing. Someone—or something—is stirring up the ghosts of Toronto. It’s up to psychic medium Harlan Brand to find out why.

After defeating a serial killer who could control ghosts, psychic medium Harlan Brand is feeling much more confident in his abilities working for the Toronto Police Service with his partner, Hamilton, as they protect the city from dangerous spirits.

He is expanding his social circle, however reluctantly, to include the other police mediums and Morgan Vermeer, another graduate from the Centre—a school for training psychic children.

Harlan and his boyfriend, Charles Moore, are continuing to explore BDSM, their relationship and Charles’ strange ability to shield people from ghosts.

Hoping to find answers about Charles’ power and the serial killer, Harlan returns to the Centre only to find that one of its ghost wards—magical symbols that spirits can’t cross—is broken, and it’s a mystery as to how and why.

The calm and order that Harlan has been building up in his life are shattered when wards start failing across the city and mediums begin to disappear, including one of his new friends and a student from the Centre.

Someone—or something—is stirring up the ghosts of Toronto.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and murder. It is best read as part of a series.


T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres, including paranormal and BDSM. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.

She can be found on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr; or you can email her:


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