Now a little bit about Dim Sum Asylum the novel. It was originally a short story in Charmed and Dangerous, a fantastic anthology created by JCP. When I was invited to contribute, I couldn’t type yes fast enough and so, the original short Dim Sum Asylum was created. Other authors have taken their contributions and expanded on them, delivering full length pieces but I hadn’t planned on doing that… mostly because of time.
Then Lynn West, the Editor in Chief of Dreamspinner Press, said to me; I want that story. One does not simply turn down Lynn and to be honest, I really enjoyed writing Roku. There was a lot about the world and his life I couldn’t fit into the short story and expanding Dim Sum Asylum would give me that chance.
So I folded it into the queue and after a few months of unstitching the short story and weaving in the pieces I’d always longed to put in, Dim Sum Asylum the novel was born. This is my first urban fantasy romance and I had a blast writing it. A lot of romantic tension, a bit of suspense and murder plus a whole lot of magical creatures and fantastical people. Oh…and there’s Bob the Cat.
It is available on June 9, 2017 at Dreamspinner, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other online book stores. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I loved writing it.
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This tour is a serialized story featuring Roku MacCormick, the lead in Dim Sum Asylum and will be told over the blog tour stops. AND there is a separate giveaway on each stop so be sure to follow the short story, enter to win and grab a copy of Dim Sum for your ereader or bookshelf!
Wok This Way (A Dim Sum Asylum Short)
I was running on fumes.
There was a hint of a nap at the station, a restless hour where I’d fallen asleep on one of the bullpen’s uncomfortable, ancient couches only to be woken up by the day shift rattling about the main room with hot coffee, loud chatter and then regrets for waking me when I sat up, probably looking like one of the risen dead. A lukewarm shower in the Inspectors’ lounge followed by a few shots of sweet espresso and I was on my way, grateful for the spare clothes I kept in my locker.
And still no fucking sign of Arnett.
I left a note for Gaines with his assistant, a hastily scribbled fuck this partner you gave me, Uncle kind of note and headed out. I got a call from Yamada telling me he was hitting the latest crime scene one last time to see if there was anything else he could find out and thanking me for taking the judge on by myself so he could get some sleep.
It was a win-win for me. Yamada, for all his easy-going nature, pretty much is the world’s largest dick if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep or food. I already lacked charm. I didn’t need a bad-cop worse-cop shtick going on when questioning a hedge witch with a casting addiction.
After telling Yamada to meet up with me when he was done, I did a quick stop at Nobu’s for a bento then headed down to the Embarcadero and threw myself into the craziness that was the Yoshinaki Market.
Sitting at the edge of the piers and half a block from the ferry landing, the Market is an odd mixture of swap meet, farmers’ market and prepared food stalls where someone could pretty much get anything they needed if they were willing to pay enough for it. Housed in a series of connected old warehouses, the Market was a throwback from the days of people shopped for their dinner every evening before heading up the hills to their homes, it became a haven for hedge witches about the time I was born after restrictions were lifted on homeopathic spellcraft.
Making Yoshinaki Market the perfect place for a rogue hedge witch like Murgatroid.
“Okay, Stall 431.” I consulted the directory at one of the Market’s many openings. “Okay, over to the left and down to the back.”
I’d have thought at midday the Market would be less crowded but the rain drove people indoors so I was fighting for walking space with mostly tourists and a few staunch locals intent on finding a bargain or maybe something to get their warts to fall off. I didn’t judge. Mostly. I don’t think anyone could blame me for side-eyeing a pink-winged male fae in a yellow Hawaiian shirt, Kelly green cargo shorts and recycled-from-tires chanclas. It wasn’t the outfit so much as the loud cooing noises he made when following a woman I could only assume was his wife based on her dress matching his loud shirt.
I gave them a wide berth and pushed my way down the main walk, counting out the stall rows as I went by. From what I’d seen on the map the stall was essential the first one on row 43, the last walkway in the Market and up against the wall overlooking the Bay. Stall 431 was a prime location, a corner booth with a window, probably a legacy spot inherited by generations of squid taco makers and the first stall everyone who walked down from the Market’s far left door would encounter but there was a hell of a lot of competition. Even though I’d wolfed down a huge bento an hour earlier, my stomach growled at the aromatic steam trails wafting up from the Market’s food row.
“Focus, MacCormick. Find the witch and figure out what the hell she did to those charms. Then you can grab some chow fun.” The guy handing the wok at the noodle place gave me a wink and it was one I readily returned with a grin. He was hot, handsome in a tumble once in the back of a store room kind of way and it was a pity I was on the clock because I was pretty sure we could find someplace large enough to fit both of us. Shrugging ruefully, I called out to him, hoping he wasn’t offended when I continued on to 431. “I’ll be back for some…noodles later.”
I didn’t get a reply so I wasn’t going to hold my breath about that store room.
I’d come down the second walkway so I could get a good look at the stall before I moved in. I heard Murgatroid before I saw her. There was no mistaking her air-raid siren pitched shrill or the cloud of Easter-Egg streaked frizzy blonde hair framing her skinny face. There was nothing of the judge in her features and little rational thought in her wide, dark brown eyes, her vacant stare nearly hidden behind a pair of enormous, rhinestone frames. Dressed in what could only be called early hippie, she worked the front of the stall, attempting to coax customers in to try their tako tacos and from the streams of people going past her, Murgatroid wasn’t having much luck.
“Wait…” I studied the stall’s sign. “Tako? They’re supposed to be serving rainbow-swirl squid. What’s with the octopus? What happened to the—”
“Cop! Randy! It’s the cops!” She screamed at the man working behind the metal stall’s counter. Swirling back around, her skirts flung out in waves around her pale, stick-thin legs and she screeched louder, her voice rising above the Market’s noisy clamor. “I’m not going back to jail! I’ll kill you and everyone else first!”
Then Anges Murgatroid raised her arms over her head, chanting as her hands twisted into an origami fold of fingers and rings, and let loose a curse wild and strong enough to throw the Market into chaos.
Follow the whole story on the Dim Sum Asylum Tour:
June 1 Rainbow Gold Reviews
June 2 Sinfully Gay Reviews
June 5 MM Goodbook Reviews
June 6 Joyfully Jay
June 7 It’s About the Book
June 8 Love Bytes
June 9 The Novel Approach
Welcome to Dim Sum Asylum: a San Francisco where it’s a ho-hum kind of case when a cop has to chase down an enchanted two-foot-tall shrine god statue with an impressive Fu Manchu mustache that’s running around Chinatown, trolling sex magic and chaos in its wake.
Senior Inspector Roku MacCormick of the Chinatown Arcane Crimes Division faces a pile of challenges far beyond his human-faerie heritage, snarling dragons guarding C-Town’s multiple gates, and exploding noodle factories. After a case goes sideways, Roku is saddled with Trent Leonard, a new partner he can’t trust, to add to the crime syndicate family he doesn’t want and a spell-casting serial killer he desperately needs to find.
While Roku would rather stay home with Bob the Cat and whiskey himself to sleep, he puts on his badge and gun every day, determined to serve and protect the city he loves. When Chinatown’s dark mystical underworld makes his life hell and the case turns deadly, Trent guards Roku’s back and, if Trent can be believed, his heart… even if from what Roku can see, Trent is as dangerous as the monsters and criminals they’re sworn to bring down.
About Rhys Ford
Rhys Ford is an award-winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban fantasy series, including Murder and Mayhem, a 2016 LAMBDA finalist. She is published by Dreamspinner Press and DSP Publications.
She’s also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? She shares the house with Yoshi, a grumpy tuxedo cat and Tam, a diabetic black pygmy panther, as well as a ginger cairn terrorist named Gus. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and enjoys murdering make-believe people.
Rhys’ Blog: http://www.rhysford.com
Rhys Ford’s books can found at Dreamspinner Press (http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com), DSP Publications (https://www.dsppublications.com/) and all major online book stores.