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Ben's love can help Eric find the forgiveness he needs... if Eric can accept it.
Nine years ago Eric Joyce went wolf when his chosen mate broke the bond, and he hasn’t walked on two legs since. Convinced he lost his friends when he ran out on them, he cut himself off from the pack. But a surprising visitor prods him back down the mountain, and he finds himself welcomed warmly.
Ben Arellano grew up in Texas with a human Catholic mother who didn’t understand a thing about wolves—and didn’t try to learn. He spent his whole life being told his wolf was a demon that needed to be exorcised, surrounded by a wolf pack made up of good ole boys who had no tolerance for his Mexican ancestry or his bisexuality. When he’s given the opportunity to relocate to an accepting pack in Pittsburgh, he jumps at the chance.
When Eric and Ben meet for the first time, neither is ready for it. Where Ben expects rejection, Eric is convinced yet another mate will leave, break the bond, and put him through the same hell all over again. Can they get past their reservations and have a happily mated life?
She smelled funny. Or rather, she didn’t smell like anything he recognized. She looked human, but she didn’t smell human, which confused him. And she walked across the forest floor in her bare feet.
He tilted his head as she approached, trying to figure out the puzzle. She wore simple dark pants, a plain tunic-like top, and had a bow slung over her shoulder with a quiver of arrows on her back. Instinct told him, however, he had nothing to fear from her.
She knelt in front of him, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder, and reached out to brush her fingers over his head. “My poor lost wolf,” she murmured, tilting her head in a mimic of him, considering him. “I understand your pain, but you are not ready to be wolf all the time. You have more to do in your human form, and you need your pack. My wolves aren’t meant to be alone, not like this. It is time—past time—for you to return to your pack and those who love you.”
Even though the soft touch soothed him, he whined quietly, not liking the words. He’d left for a reason. There was nothing for him back there. He’d turned his back on them. They wouldn’t want him now.
“Oh, Eric, that’s not true,” she said, shaking her head.
Eric. He’d forgotten that name, perhaps deliberately, years ago. He shied away from the reminder of the human side of him, away from the echo of old pain.
“They miss you, more than you know. And there are others now. Others who will understand you in a way you weren’t understood back then.” She laid a hand on his head, and his eyes slid closed.
An image floated into his mind of a house at the edge of a stream, near a waterfall. The scent of someone very familiar joined the image, and Eric whined again. He didn’t want it, that scent, didn’t want to acknowledge he missed it. Didn’t want to think about what he’d been missing.
The image changed to an open field, a red pup leaping at him. It nipped at his ear, knocking him over. He nipped back, growling softly, as he got to his feet to retaliate.
He pushed the image away. That time was gone. He’d forgotten the path back to them, didn’t want to remember how to get there.
She spoke again, more in his head than out loud. “You remember. You’ll find it. You know where that is. Now go, my lost one. And be lost no more.”
Eric opened his eyes. She was gone. He looked around and sniffed the air, but there was no trace of her. He lay down and put his head on his paws, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
But he knew, even if he didn’t want to accept it. He knew what he needed to do. He just didn’t know if he could make himself do it.
“Go,” she whispered in his mind, and with a sigh, Eric stood and made his way hesitantly down the mountain.
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
J. Scott Coatsworth has a new MM Sci Fi book out:
Sometimes the world needs saving twice.
In the sequel to the Rainbow-Award-winning Skythane, Xander and Jameson thought they’d fulfilled their destiny when they brought the worlds of Oberon and Titania back together, but their short-lived moment of triumph is over.
Reunification has thrown the world into chaos. A great storm ravaged Xander's kingdom of Gaelan, leaving the winged skythane people struggling to survive. Their old enemy, Obercorp, is biding its time, waiting to strike. And to the north, a dangerous new adversary gathers strength, while an unexpected ally awaits them.
In the midst of it all, Xander’s ex Alix returns, and Xander and Jameson discover that their love for each other may have been drug-induced.
Are they truly destined for each other, or is what they feel concocted? And can they face an even greater challenge when their world needs them most?
The Oberon Cycle: Book Two
About the Oberon Cycle:
Xander is a skythane man whose wings have always been a liability on the lander-dominated half world of Oberon.
Jameson is a lander who has been sent to Oberon to find out why the supply of the psycho-amoratic drug pith has dropped off.
What neither knows is that they have a shared destiny that will change the two of them - and all of Oberon - forever.
Scott is giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate and three copies of his queer sci fi eBook "The Stark Divide."
Xander stared at the torrent of water pouring over the cavern entrance. Somewhere out there, Quince and the others were lost in the storm.
“What happened to everyone else?” Jameson shouted, putting his hand on Xander’s shoulder.
“I don’t know. Last I saw them was before the lightning strike.” How had things changed so quickly?
Jameson started toward the exit. “We have to look for them!”
Xander pulled him back.
Jameson’s eyes were wild.
He squeezed Jameson’s hands, trying to reassure him. “Hey, calm down. There’s nothing we can do right now.”
“We already lost Morgan.” Jameson’s eyes pleaded with him. “I can’t lose the rest of them.”
Xander shook his head. “It’s no use. We’ll never find them in this tempest. They’re seasoned veterans. They can take care of themselves. We’ll go looking after the storm passes.” The loss of Morgan weighed on him too, though he was less and less certain that Morgan had been a human boy at all.
Jameson looked doubtful.
Xander felt it too, but there really was nothing they could do. “Hey, it’s gonna be all right.” He pulled Jameson to him, enfolding the two of them with his wings. Jameson was soaked, but Xander didn’t care.
Jameson nodded against his chest. “You’re right. Gods, I know you’re right. I’m sorry. I thought we were done with all this.”
Xander held him out at arm’s length. “Gods, huh? We’re doing the plural thing now?”
Jameson gave him a half smile. “Trying it out? When in Rome….”
“How’s your hearing?”
Jameson cocked his head. “It’s better. But everything sounds muffled.”
Xander nodded. “I can tell.”
Jameson blushed. “Am I talking too loud?”
“Just a little.”
Jameson smiled sheepishly. “It’s weird. It feels like my ears are full of water.”
Xander kissed him gently. “It’ll pass.” He looked around the cavern at last, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim blue light.
The place was a faeryland, filled with rows of golden stalactites and stalagmites, like the bulwarks of an eldritch castle. Each one was a miracle of minute detail, like candle wax dripped from above. The whole cavern was lit by a turquoise-blue glow.
Xander looked around for the source. It came from pools of water on either side of the cavern. The scintillating light shimmered along the walls, creating complex, ever-changing patterns.
“Look, Jameson… it’s beautiful.” They were both a muddy mess. “We’re stuck here until the storm blows itself out. Why don’t we get cleaned up and try to rest? Then we can figure out what to do next. We have a long flight to Gaelan.” He was still shivering from the rain.
“A bath sounds like heaven.” Jameson let Xander lead him to one of the glowing ponds.
“Do you think it’s safe to go in?” Xander asked, pulling off his boots and testing the water with his toes. It was warm.
Jameson looked queasy, but then he smiled. “They called them faery ponds. There’s a microscopic organism that makes the light. It’s harmless, but beautiful.” He grinned. “Romantic, even.”
Ah, that’s how you knew this place. “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” he said, slowly and clearly, gesturing to indicate Jameson and the cavern. His own generational memories were still fleeting, occasional things.
Jameson’s smile fled. He shrugged. “Not me personally….”
“Shhh. I know.” If he closed his eyes and focused, he could see this place too, but he seemed to be able to block them out when they were inconvenient. “Too many memories.” Xander pointed at his head.
Jameson nodded. He looked relieved. He reached out and pulled Xander close, his hands warm on Xander’s waist.
Xander slipped his arms around Jameson and kissed him once, twice. He wrinkled his nose. “You’re filthy and you stink! So do I.” He held up his shirt as proof. It was covered in mud stains.
Jameson laughed. “We can fix that.”
He helped Jameson unlace the sides of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the naked skin underneath. Jameson returned the favor, his hands lingering for a moment before withdrawing to pull down his own pants.
They shucked their wet and dirty clothes and descended into the water. It was surprisingly warm, silky and smooth around Xander’s waist.
The pool was about three meters across and sloped down to about a meter deep at the far end. There was a warm, gentle current drifting past Xander’s legs, and the stone beneath his feet had been worn smooth by water and time.
Xander washed the grime off his skin, and it drifted off into the water around him.
Jameson pulled him in deeper and gestured for him to lower his head.
Xander lay in Jameson’s arms, and warm water washed over him, carrying the mud and dirt out of his hair. Jameson massaged his scalp, pulling away the twigs and bits of gunk he’d accumulated on the mad run through the forest in the storm.
Xander’s desire threatened to overwhelm him at Jameson’s gentle touch. He dipped his face into the water and rinsed off. It was so fucking good to get clean.
He shook his head, splashing Jameson, who shot him an aggrieved look.
The look turned into a wicked grin, and Jameson splashed him back. Then they were going after each other and laughing, a fine mist of water flying through the air.
Damn, it’s good to hear you laugh again. Xander grabbed Jameson and kissed him, harder this time, and Jameson’s body responded. They fell back into the water, and Jameson was hard against him, his own need naked before Xander’s desire.
After all that had happened, Xander needed to feel human and alive again. He tugged Jameson back to the shallow part of the pool and pulled his skythane down on top of him, Jameson’s skin warm against his own.
He kissed Jameson’s neck and nibbled on his ear, eliciting a low moan.
Jameson wanted this as much as he did. He could tell.
For a long, slow, ecstatic hour, Xander forgot all about the storm.
Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.
He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.
He runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction that reflects their own reality.
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Tannerian Wulfric is a leader—a strong alpha who bows to no-one, especially those who try to undermine his authority.
When an opportunity arises, he grabs it with both hands and lets nothing get in his way. Trouble is, his brother has been caught in the crossfire of glorious retribution, and Tanner is in need of assistance.
For many years, Alex Jonas has lived his life in peace. But when fate lands him in the hands of his ex-lover and alpha, he finds himself in the centre of a feud he never knew existed, and must immerse himself in ways he had never imagined. One chance encounter, one night, and everything comes crashing down around him. Alex must fight for his life while Tanner fights for one thing and one thing only—vengeance, which has never tasted sweeter.
Can Tanner avenge his family’s death without spilling more blood? Or will his inner demon tear apart everything he has worked for, and lose the man who owns his heart?
“You,” Tanner seized Alex’s chin and lifted it upwards, “are mine. I won’t let you out of my sight again. A minute, a day, a decade—I want every second of them. Is that understood?”
“You promise?” Alex joked, though his heartbeat spiked with confusion at what Tanner was announcing. He loved him? The alpha had never told him that. He’d never even hinted towards him being anything more than an eyesore he’d taken in off the streets. Although Tanner wasn’t exactly serenading him, the meaning was there, all right––a faint glow between the cracks of darkness. And Tanner had claimed him.
“Promises are for the weak. You are mine, and I intend to keep it that way even if I must hunt you to the ends of the abyss.” His lips assaulted Alex’s, crashing against his mouth with wild abandon…
Tanner is so close to his revenge that he can almost taste it. With an unusual brand of negotiation skills under his belt, he has everything he needs. Now all that stands between him and destroying Elijah Ravenhill is a dangerous mission into the depths of Hell. Accompanied by his guides, he will enter where loyalties and souls are tested, and few ever return.
Newly mated Alex just wants to keep his loved ones safe. In the sprawling grandeur of Wulfric Manor, he finally has his family under one roof, even if it may only be temporary, and his dreams of having something normal seem to be within reach. Yet what’s normal for the wolf is torture for the prey, and chaos descends on Alex with one mysterious phone call.
Can Alex have all he ever dreamed of without sacrificing his life? Will Tanner put an end to Elijah once and for all, or will his revenge go up in smoke within the fires of hell itself?
Warning: Within These Depths is the highly anticipated sequel to Broken in Silence: Demons and Wolves Series, and things are really heating up. This story is NOT a typical romance and it's not intended for those who seek a HEA. It cannot be read as a standalone. As with book one, hold on to your knickers, because it's going to be one hell of a ride. Oh, and just because I like to keep my readers on their toes, book 2 ends in a cliffhanger. You're welcome!
Meet Katze Snow
Katze Snow never learned when to shut up. Food and coffee are what encourage Katze to function in a semi-normal, sort of socially acceptable way. Doses of sarcasm and sass are what she lives for, and her wolf, Kiba, who is Katze's little furbaby. She's been writing since she was a child, but finally published her debut novel, Alpha's Bane, in Autumn 2016.
While Katze also writes MF, MM is where her heart truly lies. Her writing is dark, gritty, and takes satire to a whole new level. Come and join her! But be warned: Katze likes her men dark, twisted and all kinds of messed up, and she hopes you do too.
When Katze's not writing, she's working for a top secret, underground organisation, or taming wolves.
No matter what we face, we can fight and overcome it.
As 2017 opened, the United States took several steps back in the progress toward equality. In response, a group of authors has stepped up to offer positive stories of hope and love. In an effort to help fight and support those groups who are facing even greater challenges, we wrote these stories to offer a small amount of aid.
Stories of hope, resistance, and ultimately triumph fill the pages of this anthology.
All proceeds of the anthology go to The Trevor Project and GLAAD to help fight the effects of the dark times we're facing.
The Resist & Triumph Anthology was the brainchild of Grace Duncan, and I was privileged to be able to serve as a co-editor as well as a contributing author. It's always exciting to me when artists come together and give of their talents; I think it's such a wonderful way to both bring attention to issues and effect change. The stories in the anthology cover a wide range of genres; everything from historical romance to dystopian future fiction. What they have in common is LGBT characters triumphing over adversity, a salient and meaningful theme right now.
My story, "Consummation," is mixed LGBT erotic romance in a Western setting. Siblings Mordecai and Esther Perez have to figure out how to protect their family's legacy while chasing their dreams of authentic love in a time when homosexuality is not just stigmatized, but criminalized.
I chose both the time period and the location of the story very deliberately. The 1880s were a time of change and upheaval as America continued the Western Expansion movement, and the frontier (part of the West that wasn't yet divided into states) was a wild place where anything could happen. "Consummation" combines all of those elements in a story of yearning, love, and finally, redemption.
I'd like to thank Elizabeth Noble for having me on her blog. The anthology project is so important to all the folks who contributed talent; promoting it and giving back to The Trevor Project and GLAAD really means a lot to all of us. So thank you very much for helping us to reach more people and have a greater effect. -- Tucker McCallahan
To whet your appetite, here's an excerpt from my story, "Consummation."
"How many acres?"
"Six." Mr. Caswell removed his hat and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. It was mid-July and boiling hot out under the unforgiving sun. Matthew Caswell wished he could go back to the bank in Blind Curve, but neither his partner, Charles Denton, nor their guest, Hank Black, would put this visit off any longer.
"Hundred?" Hank asked.
"Thousand." Mr. Denton sounded rather smug. "And that's just on paper."
"Not bad." Hank Black surveyed the ranch's buildings with a proprietary air. He wore a three-piece suit and looked very tony. If he was too warm, it didn’t show.
Dr. Sistani saw the three men approaching. He'd settled right in at the Perez Ranch. His abundant skill, education, and kind, gentle manner were all apparent in his work, and he'd made himself an asset. In exchange for food and lodging, Mordecai allowed the doctor space to practice. Better than that, he hadn't revealed Dr. Sistani's secret to anybody, for which the doctor was profoundly grateful. He finished bandaging a minor laceration on little Katydid's arm and gently patted her shoulder. "There you are, brave girl. Run and fetch Mordecai now."
The girl smiled and took off across the dusty thoroughfare. Sleeves still rolled up above his elbows, Dr. Sistani rose and walked out to greet the three men.
"Mr. Caswell, Mr. Denton," Dr. Sistani said, nodding at the two bankers.
"Hey Doc." Mr. Denton shook the doctor's hand. He gestured at the supply barn. "You doing your doctoring in a barn now?"
"Mr. Perez was good enough to clear some space for me, yes. I do believe I shall require a building of my own soon."
"Well now, you know, we have a spot in town sitting empty."
"That's right," Mr. Caswell said. Sweat rolled down the sides of his face to disappear into his beard. "The place Ben Carver built. Next time you're in town, you stop by and somebody can show it to you. It'd make a fine place for a doctor." He glanced at Hank Black and then back to the doctor. "Begging your pardon, of course, but we need to see Mordecai."
"Of course. You gentlemen can go to the house and check your guns. I'm sure Mordecai won't be long."
"I don't give my gun to anybody."
Hank Black's very firm declaration made the two bankers uneasy. They glanced at each other; both men knew the ranch rules where firearms were concerned.
"I'm sure you'll find it more comfortable in the house." Dr. Sistani knew the ranch rules, too, and Mordecai wouldn't like this. "It's so warm out here in the sun."
Hank Black's cool voice cut off what were undoubtedly words of agreement from Mr. Caswell.
"No thank you. Where might we find—" He paused and looked at Mr. Denton. "What's her name?"
"Esther," Mr. Denton said helpfully. "Mordecai's twin sister."
"Miss Perez is in the smithy." At the men's startled looks, Dr. Sistani continued. "I'm afraid our esteemed blacksmith was needed at home today. Miss Perez is minding things in his absence."
"Something happen to Jay-Dubya?" Mr. Denton asked.
"His wife presented him with his eighth child at almost three hours past midnight."
"Charming," Hank Black murmured. "You know where the smithy is?" he asked Mr. Denton.
"Yes, yes, of course. Doctor."
The three men tipped their hats to Dr. Sistani and walked away. The doctor gazed after them before going back into his makeshift clinic. Mordecai would be none too happy to see the two bankers. In the three and a half months since word reached the ranch of Richard Bancroft's death, the two bankers from Blind Curve had made quite a nuisance of themselves. When they weren't badgering Mordecai about when he planned to finally marry his former sister-in-law, Liza, they inserted themselves—and their bank—into ranch business.
Though his horse's leg had healed some time ago, Dr. Sistani had lost his desire to continue on to California. Blind Curve had no town doctor, and between townspeople, the ranch, and stagecoach travelers, the doctor had patients aplenty. He hadn't lied to the bankers about wanting his own place, but he had no wish to move closer to town. The only wish Dr. Sistani had was to move closer to Mordecai Perez.
Dr. Sistani had figured out several things since his arrival at the ranch. Though formally betrothed to Liza, Mordecai wasn't in love with her. Dr. Sistani would've bet a brand new set of surgical tools on the notion that it was Esther who was in love with Liza Bates-Perez. Though the two women were impeccably discreet, their love and affection for each other was obvious to a man trained to be observant. Also obvious was the fact that Esther hadn't shed a single tear for Richard Bancroft, while Mordecai was still not over his grief. Dr. Sistani hadn't said a word about his suspicions; he valued his place at the ranch too much to risk offending any member of the Perez family.
Despite providing his services these last few months, Dr. Sistani hadn't been able to get Mordecai to open up to him. At first the doctor assumed it was a matter of trust, that Mordecai couldn't trust him because he'd disclosed his shameful secret to the man. He'd even believed for a time that it was their religious differences, since Mordecai—like everybody on the ranch and in Blind Curve—attended the Protestant church in town every single Sunday morning. But now, after living and working side by side with Mordecai for several months and after speaking to both Esther and Liza, Dr. Sistani thought otherwise. Since Richard's death, Mordecai had given up his hopes and dreams. He moved through life, doing the things he had to do, but took no joy in anything. Injuries and diseases were difficult to cure, to be sure, but healing somebody's spirit was a task of mammoth proportion.
Mordecai Perez was worth the effort.
A loud clang brought Dr. Sistani back to the present, but it was the shouting that made him bolt outside to investigate.
"No-good-goddamned-mangy-scoundrel!” Esther was in full voice, and she held nothing back as she screamed at Hank Black.
The two bankers did their best to get between Esther and Hank, who looked to be as furious as Esther.
"You want to throw punches like a man, you better be able to handle getting hit back."
"You touch me again and I'll kill you dead!"
"I'd like to see you try." Hank smirked at Esther, which only increased her fury.
Mr. Denton prudently chose not to put his hands on Esther, but he stood directly in her way as Mr. Caswell hovered beside Hank Black. Dr. Sistani ran forward, eyes on Esther's hands. He sighed in relief when he saw she wasn't holding her hammer. Thanks to all her work at the forge, Esther was stronger than any man on the ranch, save for Jay-Dubya.
"Get outta the way, Denton," Esther growled. "This scum-sucking piece of shit needs an ass-whipping!"
"You best shut your foul mouth before I knock the teeth out of it." Black’s voice dripped with contempt.
"You couldn't knock foam off a beer!" Esther spat, and the entire wad of tobacco she'd been chewing on all morning flew over Denton's shoulder to land on Black’s pristine waistcoat. He roared like an injured lion.
The rifle blast froze everybody in their tracks.
Meet and Connect with Tucker McCallahan
Tucker McCallahan is a professional author, editor, playwright, and researcher whose resume looks like an exercise in espionage and identity theft. Tucker knows a little bit about everything, making them an insufferable know-it-all. When not staying up all night, texting like a fiend, or of course, writing, Tucker can be found playing any number of table-top role-playing games, though it's a good bet it'll be Dungeons & Dragons, and Tucker will be wielding the Finger of God as the resident Dungeon Master. Tucker lives in a polyamorous household with a legal spouse, several partners, children, an all-black cat named Emperor Inka, and a fish tank full of gay fish.
Lisa Oliver has a new MM fantasy book out:
King Zagan, Commander of the legions of the damned and one of the higher echelon in the Underworld, never fancied a mate. Demons weren't that way inclined. But when Botis met the Archangel Raziel and their relationship actually worked, Zagan was intrigued. Of course, it wasn't as though he planned on claiming anyone, but tangling in the sheets with a forbidden angel was a vice he could and would enjoy. Or so he thought.
Anael has always considered himself the annoying younger brother of angels like Raziel. As the angel of love, passion and sexuality, he could see love connections that others couldn't. When he saw his connection with Zagan he was so excited. Not only was he part of the big "Mating Scheme" devised by Head Office, but he snagged King Zagan, the secret crush he's had for centuries. Now if only things could go right for them both.
A marriage proposal from Lady Zoltus is just the first sign of trouble for the new couple. When Lucifer sticks his nose in and detains Zagan in the Underworld, leaving Anael to roam earth alone, more secrets are uncovered. After a confrontation Anael starts to question if anything he does is right. Will these two ever find their HEA?
Book Two of the Balance Series: This book is a continuation of the Balance series although it focuses on a new couple. It advisable to have read book one, The Viper's Heart (Raziel's and Botis's story) to gain a sense of context for this one. MM intimate experiences divulged in the pages. Suitable for adult readers only.
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"I thought you told me that sweet little angel was totally gaga over me and couldn't wait to jump on my cock." Zagan twirled Botis around and slammed him up against the bathroom wall.
"There is no way I used the word gaga." Botis shook his head and pushed Zagan away although in the small bathroom, that wasn't very far. "That word has never passed my lips before and I'm not sure I'm pleased it has now. I never said he wanted to ride your cock either. He's an angel for fart's sake."
"You know what I mean." Zagan was furious. "You said he was begging to meet me."
"Yeah, so, and he was." Botis shrugged, smoothing his hands down his Hugo Boss jacket. "Clearly, he was infatuated with the stories about you. When he met you in real life…." He waved a hand at Zagan's more casual attire, "Maybe you didn't live up to the hype."
A burst of flame escaped Zagan's nostrils as he snorted. "I earned every bit of my reputation," he snarled.
"And how is any part of that reputation going to put you in the good books with an angel?" Botis smirked at Zagan's glare. Poxy demon was so smug; firmly wrapped around the Archangel Raziel's little finger.
"It might suit you to be an angel's pet snake," Zagan replied, referring to Botis's shifted form. "I just wanted to sample the goods. It's not as though demons get the go ahead to so much as look at angels on the street. I was curious, wondering what all the fuss was about. And then the one angel I get a chance to meet can't be bothered to give me the time of day."
Botis laughed, something else that was new. Zagan realized there were a lot of changes in his normally surly friend. Happiness sat across Botis's broad shoulders like a mantle, and Botis wore it well. Yet, Zagan would be a fool if he thought happiness weakened his friend in any way. Botis ruled his sixty legions with a rod of iron; he just didn't fuck his minions anymore because Raziel didn't like the idea.
"How can you stand it," Zagan twitched as he thought about the sexy cute little angel sitting at the dinner table waiting for them. The man spent all evening bestowing sunshine smiles at the waiters, who were captivated with the little minx. "How can you stand fucking the same person night after night? Don't you get bored?"
"You should try it sometime," Botis patted his shoulder as he opened the bathroom door. "You might be surprised at how enjoyable it can be, especially when it comes to an angel." His laughter was thankfully cut off as the door swung closed behind him.
Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams. Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips.
When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate. Lisa will do anything for chocolate.
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My snippet this week comes from the same WIP as last week. This time it's a bit of Raul, bounty hunter, a Dom and a werewolf. The series is El Corazon and the book is Scintilla. #RainbowSnippets
The centaur rolled one way, and Raul the other. Raul rubbed his thigh and ignored the pain as he scrambled to his feet. Stumbling his first few strides he charged after the centaur. The chase was on.
Raul followed his prey down an alley, around a corner and across a narrow street then into some sort of warehouse. That’s where the centaur’s luck ran out. Most of the warehouse was divided into sections that were fenced off with simple chain link barriers.
Centaurs could run like hell, but they couldn’t climb.
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