This anthology is by DSP Publications, so these stories aren't romance focused. As with most anthologies, this one is a mixed bag. Some were good, others were not, but I didn't find any of them to be great. Overall rating on this one is 2.5 stars, with one DNF.
* = New to me author
The Dark of the Sun by Amy Rae Durreson
A priest in some remote village is mourning his dead husband when a group arrives wanting to hike up the mountain to see an eclipse from the temple. This conveyed a lot in a short amount of time. This is the second short story I've read by Durreson, the other being The Court of Lightning, which I also really liked. She seems to have a knack for short stories and uses every word and scene to its full effect. It is still a bit rushed at the ending though.
The Bank Job by Andrea Speed
A super-villian is overly-impressed with himself and pays the price. Since this was short, he didn't have enough time to be overly-impressed with himself for it to start annoying me like this trait did in Speed's Infected series. There was some humor sprinkled in throughout, but I'm baffled why any super-villian would have that many minions on one job with him. Seems inefficient.
Plus, the gay couple felt tacked on and token-y, which left a bad taste in the mouth.
Prudence for Fools by Sean Michael*
This was poorly executed. There's next to no world-building. If I hadn't glanced over the little blurb that precedes the story, I'd have had no idea what was going on at the start of it. There are a couple of brief descriptions on Brawn's people and Del's people, and that's about it. I guess "mountain folk" is supposed to be enough to cover everything else. Wu, the apprentice who brings little to the story, makes a comment upon meeting Brawn's people about "all the stories I heard were true" or something along those lines and being told they were. Great. And those stories are? How can you tell by just a single look and zero interaction? And for Del being such an old dude, he sounded more like a petulant teenager while griping about his lot in life.
There were good bones here, and in the hands of the right author this could've been a great story, which just makes it that much more tragic that was so mundane and slapped together.
The Gate by J.S. Cook*
Speaking of slapped together, was this edited at all? I thought this was a contemporary at the start. But then they mentioned war preparations, and then Hitler. Okay, so it's WWII. Oh, and then we're in Newfoundland. Okay then, sure, why not. Except...
Look, I don't know how buildings are designed in Newfoundland, or what their waste management system is like there, now or in the 1940s. But here in my neck of the US of A, generally, restaurants have doors at the rear or near the kitchen that go pretty much directly to the trash bin, which WM picks up on a scheduled basis. But for some reason Jack's cafe doesn't do that, so when his neighbor next door puts up an iron gate that cuts off access to the alley, it causes this big huge deal with the trash and I had trouble picturing what the issue was. Why are his trash bins so poorly located to cause this dilemma? Could the trash even be picked up with that gate there?
Then there's the cast-iron gate - during WWII, when iron and steel were in pretty high demand to build ships and planes and such for the war effort. Since there's mention of gas restrictions, I assume there must also be similar restrictions on iron. So where did this gate come from? Then Jack says he's going to go to the city about the gate - but apparently never does. Wouldn't Jack need a permit to put up something like that that cuts off access to common-use throughways?
Then there's the thankfully brief sex scene, which starts in the cafe after hours but suddenly there's bedsheets? Huh? Where did the sheets come from? They were just sitting at the table in the cafe literally two sentences ago. Don't even get me started on the ending. I know these aren't romance, so I don't expect these stories to fall in with the expectations of that genre, but they still need to make sense. That came out of nowhere and felt more like the author just didn't know how to end the story.
This story was one big logic fail.
Heirs to Grace and Infinity by Carole Cummings*
The basic premise of this one is that magic is real, but can be controlled/suppressed by implants and is outlawed, and the Bureau is out to get all magical people. A bunch of people don't like that, including our good guy/magical protag. Think X-Men but with magic instead of super powers. This felt like being plopped into the middle of a story. Literally. The two chapters provided felt like middle chapters to a longer book. Yet despite that, and the use of third person/present tense which always feels awkward, it was an interesting read and did a fairly decent job in world-building.
The Rendering by John Inman
I swore I would never again read another book by John Inman after The Boys on the Mountain, and four paragraphs into this short story I was reminded why. It was repetitive, not to mention borderline offensive (um, sorry, but car seat belts stretch, a lot), and then I started getting flashbacks to that other story and I couldn't continue. Maybe it's a good story, but I'm not inclined to find out.
Beyond the Temperance Effect by Serena Yates*
This is an interesting set up to what could be a much longer story. A group of humans set out for a new star system (not solar system; only our star system is called a solar system because our star is called Sol) to find a new world to inhabit. Humans of the future have found ways to control their emotions, making war and violence obsolete (I think?) but as they near their new home world, people start getting all aggressive again. We find out why, and the story just ends there. It's a little non-sensical, but that's probably because it's too short to really do much world-building.
Covetous by Pearl Love*
What the fiddlesticks was this? So this dude is jealous of pretty much everyone around him for every reason under the sun. I couldn't stand him and started skimming pretty quickly. The blurb got me wondering if he was going to pay for his jealous ways by becoming vampire kibble, especially after he meets some insanely gorgeous guy and his three twinks at a bar - modern day Dracula, right? Alas, no. In order to save everyone else the boredom and ridiculousness of this very short story:
So that was stupid. Glad I skimmed most of it. Probably should have just skipped it entirely. Where's my brain bleach?!
Hope by Rick R. Reed*
I thought this was going to be more paranormal than it ended up, given it starts with a haunting, but it's not like that at all. Other than the ghost, this is a normal everyday contemporary about a guy whose mom dies and he moves back to his childhood home to figure out his life after he gets some yet more bad news. He meets the hunky next door neighbor and flirtation happens.
This was a strange mix of elements, but somehow ended up being a decent story, especially compared to others in this anthology.
Train to Sevmash by Jamie Fessenden*
Set during the cold war, a US spy goes into Russia for a mission that requires him to kill some Soviet for some reason. The details are sketchy at best, but there's eventually enough to piece together what he was supposed to be doing. But of course, his target is absolutely gorgeous and kind and has a really nice smile. What's a spy to do? I liked the characters, but since the details of the mission aren't really explicit, I can't say if I'm upset by the ending or not.
There are also random Russian words thrown in that I guess we're supposed to figure out the meaning of given context, and some I could, others I couldn't but that didn't hamper the story much.
Red Light Special by Rhys Ford
This was a lot more cohesive than the short story Dim Sum Asylum from the Charmed and Dangerous anthology, which was a slapdash mess of a "story," but this still has a lot of similar elements, namely fae/elves and sex statues. What is it with this author and sex statues? Or fae, for that matter? If that's your jam, you'll love this. I mostly liked Seymour, and there was just enough snark that I was able to enjoy the story despite itself. Still, I'm glad I've never bothered with any of Ford's longer stories. I get the impression they'd be a chore for me to get through.
Traitor by Clare London
A former MI-5 operative gets called in to question a member of a radical neo-Nazi terrorist cell - who is not only a former MI-5 operative himself and also the other dude's former lover. This could have been really angsty and overly dramatic, but London's deft writing prevents it from going there. It was a bit on the predictable side, but considering I've come to expect so little of this anthology, it was nice to find a well-written piece that flowed and had a beginning, middle, and end.
Couches of Fabric and Snow by Brandon Witt
The theme for this story was sloth, but I thought the MC was clearly suffering from untreated depression that's worsened when he goes on a school trip with his class and runs across his ex. <spoiler>They have a confrontation, he spies on his ex having sex with one of the trainers, then goes out in the woods to fall asleep in the middle of a blizzard. The story ends there, but it's pretty clearly implicated that he's going to die there.</spoiler> I felt a little uncomfortable that his depression was at times being treated as a personality defect, but it was plain that the MC was pretty darn lazy even before the breakup with his ex; the depression just made all of that worse. Kind of bummer of a story to end an anthology on, but it wasn't the last one I read.
Horseboy by J Tullos Hennig
This comes between "Hope" and "Train to Sevmash," but I saved it for last hoping to end the anthology on a high note. I love Hennig's series, The Wode, which is a fantasy retelling of the Robin Hood legend. This story could easily be fit into that universe, since there's a Templar Knight, unnamed, and Sabiq, the titular horseboy. They both have secrets to keep and though they're on opposite sides of the Crusades conflict, they form a sort of truce after Sabiq saves the Templar's life. This felt like an intro to a longer story, one that I very much hope the author might write someday.