Pausing by the front door, he turned back to find his mother poking through the mail on his hall marble table. “ Raven, you have unopened mail here from weeks ago, that means you probably have unopened email’s too! Don’t you read it?"

     “Why so surprised, mother? He never answers the cell phone, either. Heck, we’re lucky when he bothers to answer the door”.Bartholomew said in a laughing voice, but Raven didn’t miss the exchange of glances between his mother and brother. They were worried about him. He had always been a loner, but lately he had taken that to an extreme and everything seemed a bother. They knew he was growing dangerously bored with life. “What is this Box?” “I Don’t know,” Raven admitted as his mother lifted a huge box off the table and shook it as if it were feather-light.

“Well, don’t you think it might be a good idea to find out?” she asked impatiently. Raven rolled his eyes. No matter how old he got, his mother was likely to interfere and hen-peck. It was something he’d resigned himself to long ago. “I’ll get around to it eventually,” he muttered. “It’s mostly nuisance mail or people wanting something from me.” “What about this letter from your publisher? It’s probably important. They wouldn’t send it express if it weren’t.”

Raven’s scowl deepened as his mother picked up the UPS envelope and turned it curiously in her hand’s. “It is not important. My editor is just harassing me. The company wishes me to do a manga signing tour.”

“ Paislee wants you to do a book signing tour?” Dizzy scowled. “I thought you made it clear to her from the start that you weren’t interested in publicity.” “ Not Paislee. No.” Raven wasn’t surprised that his mother recalled his old editor’s name; she had a perfect memory and he’d been writing for Turba publish house Publishing. His first works had been published as an ancient times in history Fantasy chapter books used mostly in high school, universities and colleges Literature classes. Those books were still in uses and were celebrated for the fact that they’d been written as if the writer had actually lived through every period and moment about which he wrote. Which, of course, Raven had. That was hardly public knowledge, though.

Raven’s last three books, however, had been manga romance’s. The first told story of how his mother and father had met and come together, the second how his Brother Bartholomew had met and fallen in love with his handsome culinary chef husband, Lyric Quest, and the latest, published just weeks ago, covered the story of his brother David and his handsome soon to be husband Valkyrie Evans, . Raven hadn’t meant to write them, they’d just sort of spilled forth. But Once he’d written them, he’d decided they should be published records for the future. Gaining his family’s permission, he’d sent them in to Paislee, who’d thought them brilliant works of fiction and published them as such. Not just fiction, either, but “paranormal manga romance.” Raven had suddenly found himself a manga romance writer. The whole situation was somewhat distressing for him, so he generally did his best not to think about it.

“Paislee is no longer my editor,” he explained. “She had a heart attack late last year and died. Her assistant was given her title and position, and he’s been harassing me ever since.” He scowled again. “The men is trying to use me to prove himself. He is determined that I should do some publicity events for the manga's.”

Bartholomew looked as if he were about to comment, but paused and turned at the sound of a car puling into the driveway. Raven opened the door, and the two men watched with varying degrees of surprise as a Vayoo pilled to a stop beside Bartholomew’s van.

“Wrong address?” Bartholomew queried, knowing his brother wasn’t big on company.

“It must be,” Raven commented.