Blog Tour – Priest and Pariahs by Mann Ramblings
Title: Priest and Pariahs
Author: Mann Ramblings
Series: Ship Logs of the Santa Claus, Book Three
Genre: Gay Romance, Science Fiction
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis – Priest and Pariahs
Ship Logs of the Santa Claus, Book Three
Costa McQuillen is a Pariah, a para-human with tech empathic abilities who has escaped from Earth, where being para-human is illegal—and marks him for extermination. Arrogant and standoffish, Costa is unable to trust anyone, but is willing to risk everyone's safety to reach the planet Omoikane. His best solution: gaining passage on board the Santa Claus.
Arbor Kittering, the crew's newest coding tech, is a medical oddity. With the technologies available to prevent birth defects, Arbor's status as a dwarf brings the kind of attention he could happily do without. Having spent a short time in prison for data hacking and falsifying government files doesn't help. The Santa Claus is his last chance at a new start, if he can decipher the strange malfunctions plaguing the ship.
Priest, the Santa Claus’ Head Pilot, is a bit of a scoundrel. Perpetually single, Priest is attracted to Costa for his exotic looks, and to Arbor for his unique qualities. In truth, he'd like to have both, but it's clear such a thing isn't in the cards. Now Priest needs to make a choice, before it's too late.
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Start with Books One and Two of Ship Logs of the Santa Claus!
The Luxorian Fugitive
Sergeant Liam Jacks is the security chief of transport vessel, The Santa Claus. He travels the planetary cluster with Marc Danverse, his best friend and captain, seeking to escape his tortured past and find some peace of mind.
Having been through a civil war together, Danverse and Liam are close. Maybe too close....
All that changes when mysterious stranger, Hadrian Jamison, an escaped Adonirati, books passage to Alpha Centauri. Can he be trusted? Can the stories of his past be believed?
As Liam’s fascination with Hadrian grows, jealousy threatens to tear apart his friendship with Danverse.
When Hadrian’s owner shows up, Liam is forced to go against orders in order to launch a rescue mission to save him.
The ensuing conflict may be more than any of them expected.
A Cook’s Tale
The trials and tribulations of the crew and passengers of interplanetary transport vessel, The Santa Claus continues in A Cook’s Tale.
After a horrific breakup, Erron Murfin is bitter, homeless, and friendless. When the cook’s position on the Santa Claus presents itself, Erron decides to escape his current circumstances and join the crew. On board he reconnects with family friend Gamin Wells, whose own secrets and issues begin to surface upon Erron’s arrival. The least of which is the reason the pair haven’t laid eyes on one another in over twelve years.
As Erron settles into his new duties, the men on board take an interest in their newest crew member. Among those intrigued by Erron are polyamorous couple, Barrus and James. Despite Erron’s cautious nature, he’s drawn into a triad relationship with the pair.
But there’s something about Gamin…
Is Erron too damaged to confront his own feelings?
Will his past prevent him from finding what he needs?
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About the Author
Like many gay men, when Mann Ramblings grew up, there weren’t any heroes he could relate to. The world held him back while he tried futilely to hide the real person inside. So much has changed since those hollow days. He finally found his voice, the voice that says it’s all right to revel in the so-called inappropriate joys, laughs, and loves that storm inside a man’s head. It took a long time to find that courage and now that it’s here, he plans to use it well.
While spending years more focused on visual arts, he never let go of his innate passion for storytelling—he wanted to write and draw comic books when he grew up. Once he discovered M/M fiction, a whole new world opened with new possibilities. Why couldn’t you have fantastic and dynamic tales with an M/M cast? He started reading the online tales of authors like, Night Tempest, Rob Colton, and Alicia Nordwell, which only fueled within him the need to create. Eventually he found GayAuthors.org, and with a little coercive nudge from Night Tempest, started sharing his tales with an unexpected level of positive response. That experience and support gave him the courage to cross his fingers and aim for the world of M/M publishing.
Born and raised in Michigan, Mann Ramblings continues to type away, wishing it was practical to use a noisy, old fashioned keyboard that clacks with each strike, if only to annoy his loving partner and spoiled miniature dachshund.
Here's a special excerpt for my readers.
The drink in his hand was already half empty when he spotted the man at the bar. He was lithe and pretty with rich, dark hair. It fell in a gentle wave, barely brushing past his shoulder line. The decorative tattoo running along his right cheek did nothing to stall his youthful appearance, but his confident gestures told the story of someone much older.
The bar was crowded, but he sat alone, biding his time and enjoying his drink. He paid no attention to the people around him. Aloof and uninterested, he presented an irresistible challenge.
With luck on his side this evening, Priest could be patient and wait for the blond sitting next to the beautiful man to vacate his position. Winning the poker game and collecting his drink without incident left him feeling invulnerable. The nameless blond paid his tab, and before anyone else could close the gap, he swooped in.
“Is anyone sitting here?”
The pretty man turned to Priest, giving off the slightest hint of a smile before shaking his head. As Priest mounted the stool, he noticed how the young-looking man’s gaze roamed over him, and he turned back to his near-empty glass.
“Are you traveling or arriving?” Priest asked.
“I suppose that in a space station this size it would have to be one or the other, wouldn’t it?”
“A bit of both, really. Just arrived, but I’m heading out again soon.”
Priest flagged the bartender, ordering another round for both of them. “Where ya hoping to land?”
“I’m booked to leave tomorrow to settle on Omoikane.”
“Really? We end up in port there, but have a stop on Gamma Centauri first.”
“I’m the head pilot for the cargo vessel, the Santa Claus. We have contracts with about half the planets in the cluster, but Omoikane is a new one. What’s so special about it?”
“Oh, they have the most amazing technology. Light years ahead of everybody else, they have the first prototypes for anything worthwhile. The data coding techniques they use there are nothing short of revolutionary. They’re building new memory caches that make the current ones look obsolete as soon as they’re perfected. I even read about the first life-like android, complete with synth-flesh and artificial intelligence capacity that rivals human beings.” The pretty man paused, his posture suddenly awkward. “Sorry, the subject excites me, but I know that it can be painfully dull to others.”
It was adorable how his cheeks colored as he averted his eyes. With a nervous hand, he ran a lock of his hair behind his ear. Priest couldn’t help but notice how he turned in his seat, opening his body a little more towards him.
“No worries. I’m Priest, by the way.”
“Priest? I’m willing to guess that’s a nickname. Why would you be called Priest? You’re hardly dressed like one.”
He leaned in closer, taking in the smaller man’s fresh scent. “It’s like a big guy named Tiny. He’s nothing of the sort.”
A graceful snort turned his smile up a notch. “Well, that I can believe. My name is Costa. It’s nice to meet you, Priest. I wanted to thank you for the drink.”
Oh yes. All the signs were there and Priest was feeling good. This was a guaranteed bet. Why stand on ceremony when you can get the party started and make it last longer?
“Tell you what, Costa. We’re both on borrowed time here, so let’s just skip forward and find a place to smash your back doors in.”
Costa’s drink was in Priest’s face almost as fast as his expression flashed its outrage. The alcohol stung his eyes almost as much as the slap to his face, nearly knocking him off his stool.
“What the fuck’d you do that for?”
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“You pompous ass! I knew you were gearing up for some arsehole move.”
And here's a special blog post!
Fear and Prejudice
It's no secret that my series, Ship Logs of the Santa Claus is set in a far undisclosed future where people of Earth have migrated to the planetary cluster surrounding Proxima Centauri—the closest solar system to our own—to escape overpopulation and environmental collapse. The migrants take the five-year journey for a chance at a new life in a new universe, outside of the corruption back home. Priest & Pariahs opens with Costa McQuillen's arrival in new space, setting the stage for a new beginning.
A new wave of hope exists in the cluster when genetic engineering can erase diseases and give the population a chance to flourish. Even so, no matter how elaborate the technology becomes or how magical the medical advancements, not everyone is equal. Not everyone is seen as valid. It's an insanely small fraction to fight for acceptance, but they're there nonetheless. Some of the battle is external. Such as the derision Dr. Saarken experiences in the Luxorian Fugitive among the flawless elite on Luxorian. Some of it internal. Such as Arbor's self-loathing over his achondroplasia in Priest & Pariahs.
Some people ask, “If the future has so many advances and can cure most illnesses, why is there prejudice against anyone who's different?” But I think therein lies the problem. People fear what they don't know, or have every had the opportunity to witness.
I imagined that in a future where disabilities are virtually unknown, why would they make the effort to cater to the disabled, a non-existent category of people? If they're not there, why bother? But random nature creeps in, no matter what, refusing to be contained or controlled. By accident or design, the utopian condition begins to fray and people with incurable conditions and birth defects begin to make extremely rare appearances, from Dr. Saarken's MS, to Arbor's dwarfism. And when this unlikely situation presents itself, the population has little personal understanding. They've been raised to be ignorant of things that only existed before in medical histories.
This isn't to say my world is overfilled with bigotry. There are plenty of people in it that don't raise an eyebrow when a dwarf walks in the room or sneer when a man with compromised motor functions shuffles by. But for some, the understanding is a harder battle, just like in the present. Even in the future, real-world struggles exist.
That, I believe, never changes.