Rules are meant to be broken, especially when your back is against the wall.
Nico Thunder rules the field. As the quarterback of the Bearcats, he knows what he wants and takes it. There’s one exception. Kaja Wright makes him hot in all the right places, but she’s off limits. The rule states no interoffice dating. He can’t get her out of his mind.
He’s been in sticky situations before. Can he get out of this third-and long-situation, or will he be forced to punt before he finds his heart’s delight?
This 6,500 word erotic short story features scenes of interracial heterosexual sex.
This second edition of the book has been re-edited and expanded from the first edition.
She fell into step beside him. “Where are you parked?”
“My regular spot in the players’ area.” He opened the parking garage door. “Just down here.” She messed with his head just by walking with him. He wanted to hold her and feel her tucked to his side.
“I forget you guys have the nicer spots.”
“Just a higher level.” He shrugged. “This is my car.”
“Nice.” Kaja smiled. She caged him between her arms and the back fender of the car. “You said something about wanting me to like you. What if I already did?”
He pressed his hands to his sides. “I’d be shocked.”
“Prepare to be shocked.” She smoothed her palms inside his sport coat and along his chest. The move turned him on, but also confused him. She’d just turned him down!
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. The moment they connected, he groaned. He’d imagined this moment, and she tasted better than in his dreams. He didn’t bother to think. Screw the rules. He wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled to him. For warmth? He didn’t care.
When the rest of the world fails, we’ve got each other.
Creighton Leigh likes to play by his own rules—until he’s tasked with defending the other Supers. Not a problem. He’s called by the Sources, the mystical beings in charge of the universe, to find his mate. There’s only one problem—he’s convinced he’s already got her in his arms. Will he be able to embrace the will of the Sources while following his heart?
Vanessa Skye loves her tiger shifter. He’s everything she’s ever wanted in a man and a dominant. But her will and the will of the Sources isn’t the same. They have other ideas for her man.
Sometimes accepting the future means letting go, but she’s not leaving him without a fight.
“Come here, tiger. We must speak,” Creighton mumbled to himself. “You’ve been tasked with defending the supers,” he continued. He knew his job. He’d been defending his friends as long as he could remember. But meeting with the sources? He wasn’t sure what they wanted. The sources, the oldest beings in the universe, had called on him. When the sources summoned a super, he or she was to drop everything and show up. He or she would learn their fate and accept what the sources planned. As far as he was concerned, he knew his fate—protecting his human, Vanessa, from the rogue hunters.
He stared at the rock walls of the cave of the sources. Who lived in such a rustic place? Sure, he was a tiger, and the animal preferred the outside, but bland black-and-gray walls with no illumination? Come on. He needed a way to see where he was going, energy…something not here. His shoes clunked on the hard-packed earth as he strode to the bit of brightness at the end of the cave. He noticed shadows moving in the faint glow. The sources? He’d found them? Cool. The words I’m here lingered on his tongue. Shouting to the ancient beings wasn’t bright. He’d wait for them to address him. The closer he got to the light, the slower he moved. A feeling of dread washed over him. This wasn’t going to be some nice, happy meeting. Nope. His tiger groaned. This wasn’t going to be pleasant at all.
“Come closer,” the Leader said. He leaned forward enough for Creighton to see his scraggly white beard. The hood obscured his face. The being pointed a long, bony finger at Creighton. “Do you know why you are here?’
“I’m here to learn my fate and to thank you for summoning me.” Creighton suppressed a smile. Never let it be said he had no manners. “I’m defending the supers, like you’ve asked.” He wondered what exactly the Leader was sitting on. Air? A rock chair? He couldn’t tell. Not knowing added to his growing alarm. Would they whisk him away to fight another part of the war and force him to leave his friends? Crazy thoughts, but then again, he wasn’t sure what to expect.
“You’re a cocky tiger.” The Leader turned over his palm. A flash of light flickered from the center of his hand. “You have been called upon because of the war. It has grown much worse than anticipated and is out of control. You need to be doing more than simply defending.”
Creighton nodded and tuned his thoughts to fight mode. “We cannot tell the rogue hunters from the main group. The defenders are trying their best, but without information, we feel we’re all working blind.”
“You are,” another source said. This one sounded female. “The supernatural races depend on you.”
“Wait.” Creighton disobeyed the cardinal rule of the sources and stepped closer to the ancient beings. “Me? Our merry band of misfits is a solid unit. You can’t mean that I am the only one who can stop this. You just told Kynan he was the one to end the war. This cannot wholly be on my head.” Good Goddess, he understood tactical maneuvers and reconnaissance, but playing with emotions and understanding the enemy weren’t his strong points.
The source cackled. “You will grow in numbers.”
“Great.” He liked the sound of the group getting larger. Maybe they’d find some more vampires and a couple more shifters to balance them out. Or they’d be given the opportunity to have children. One day he wanted to make lots of children with Vanessa, but the relationship was still new. “We can use all the help we can get, but you said to grow in numbers. Is having children soon a good idea?”
“Not so fast, tiger. Do you enjoy being in your human form?”
“Yes, very much.” But he didn’t like the tone change in the sources. “Why?” More of his surroundings came into view. Black and brown streaked on the walls along with something else—figures. He tipped his head. He should’ve been listening, but the images grabbed his attention. Some of the folk-art-type figures looked like animals.
“To keep the human form from being locked away forever, you must find your mate. It is time you accepted that part of your fate as well,” the source said, pulling his attention back to the situation.
“I believe I’ve found her.” Now they were getting somewhere. He’d known all along his fate lay with Vanessa and that she was his true mate. He thought about her in his dreams. Even if she turned him down, he knew where his heart belonged—with his pasha, Vanessa.
“You believe? Tiger, there is much more to finding a mate besides belief.”
He gritted his teeth. He assumed the sources would make the situation difficult, but not this much. “Vanessa is a suitable pasha. She’s a seer. She’s also beautiful, and we have perfect chemistry.” In and out of bed. So they’d only been together a few weeks and spent most of their time having sex. He knew his heart. He pressed his lips together to keep from spilling that tidbit of information. The sources didn’t need to know they had a great sex life.
“She is unworthy of you.”
“I don’t agree,” he snapped. Unworthy? Hell’s bells, she wasn’t worthy. She’d stood up to Brad and the other hunters when she could’ve easily run away. Her fortitude endeared her to him. He looked at the images again. The figures appeared to be moving. To tell the future?
“Your mate will need to be more than a seer. You are a tiger and must have a mate to match your power and strength.” The Leader leaned back in his seat, hiding himself almost completely in the shadows. The flame burning from his palm extinguished. “Do you wish to extinguish your power like this?”
As the Leader spoke, the image of a man faded, and a large cat took its place. A cat-shifter? The female beside that tiger vanished. Shit. Creighton’s stomach churned.
“What happens if I take the wrong person—or tiger—as my pasha?” He couldn’t risk losing Vanessa or proving the cave art correct.
“You will become useless to the cause. Your human form will recede, and the animal will become dominant.” The Leader blew the residual smoke from the fire toward Creighton. “Within a short time, you will go mad without your true pasha, and the hunters will have to eradicate you.”
Fuck. Creighton fought back his growing irritation. “So I can be happy with Vanessa and hope she is my true mate, or I can dump the woman I’m close to in order to help the supers win the war and maybe even find that elusive mate? Sounds swell.” He shook his head. “At least tell me who this pasha is I’m looking for. I’d hate to be wasting my time and energy for nothing.” The light grew dimmer, and he couldn’t see the Leader, but he felt the Leader’s icy stare. He stifled a shiver. “Just doesn’t seem right.”
“I cannot tell you the identity of your mate. You must find the person or super worthy enough to be your pasha. Someone worthy of a tiger.”
He already had found that person. His heart ached. They honestly wanted him to choose.
“Your time in your human form grows short. In less than three weeks’ time in human weeks, you must find your pasha. If you cannot find your mate or if you choose to take the wrong person”—the Leader stressed the word person—“you will suffer the consequences. Your tiger will take over, and you’ll be little more than a beast—a beast fighting madness. Understood?”
He didn’t have much choice. The moment he was born, his fate was sealed. “I understand.” He didn’t agree, but he accepted the word of the sources. Around him the world plunged into darkness. The cave walls disappeared, and the ground beneath him shifted. The sources called when they wanted a super and sent him or her back just as fast. Creighton stumbled and knocked into the hallway wall.
He collapsed on the carpet and weighed his options as he regained his bearings. Vanessa had been the only light in his life. She gave him reason for not giving up. But how could he keep seeing her while searching for his elusive mate?
Easy, he couldn’t. He’d have to pick one or the other.
But who would protect her, and how the hell was he going to sit back and allow another man to touch her? If the rogue hunters found out about her—and they would once the information from Brad’s killing got back to them—she’d be kidnapped or killed. Brad, Kynan’s pasha’s ex, caused a shit storm with his attempted murder on his friends. Soon, more anger and war would descend on the small group, and he refused to leave Vanessa alone in harm’s way.
She might not be his mate, but he wasn’t giving up his seer without a fight. Not a chance.
“Hey, you’re back.” Vanessa threw her arms around Creighton’s neck. “You scared me. I know this is a huge mansion and all, but don’t just disappear like that.”
“Huh?” He tugged her to his chest. Her brown eyes glittered. When she smiled, a little more of the ice around his heart melted. “I’m sorry. I spaced for a moment. Catch me up on what happened.”
Her eyebrows rose, and then she frowned. “Spaced?” She snorted and flipped her golden-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Okay, I’ll play along. You were going to get something for us to eat, and when I looked for you, poof! Gone! No CR in the hallway, kitchen, or anywhere else I looked. I screamed for Ky and Lexa when I saw the car was still in the garage. When I came back to the room, you’re here and acting like you’ve been a million miles away.”
“I kind of was.”
“Creighton.” Kynan, his friend the vampire and owner of the mansion, sprinted down the hallway. “What happened?” He stopped short. “You were summoned, weren’t you?”
“Yes.” The moment he replied, he wished he hadn’t been asked the question. He hated to admit he’d been summoned, because then he’d have to explain that Vanessa wasn’t his pasha. The color drained from Kynan’s pale face, but he didn’t say anything.
“Summoned? By whom and for what?” Vanessa slid out of his arms and stood. She smoothed her T-shirt down her curvy frame. “What’s going on, and why do I have a bad feeling about what you’re going to say?”
Shit. He knew this would happen. Creighton leaned against the wall and forked his fingers into his hair. “The sources called on me. It’s my time to find my mate and build up my power so we can fight the war.”
“When do we get started?” Vanessa asked. “I’m game.”
“It’s—it’s not that simple.” Kynan nodded and folded his arms. Once he’d found his pasha, Lexa, he’d been able to step out of the shadows and walk in the light. He was still a vampire but much more powerful. “Finding one’s mate can be life or death. Vanessa, you should go back to your suite and talk to Creighton.” He nodded and left them alone in the hallway.
“Yeah,” Creighton said and pushed off the wall. “This is complicated.”
“Okay.” Vanessa offered her hand. “Let’s do this thing. How do we make you all super and powerful?” She threaded their fingers together. “Hot sex? Special words? Hot sex and special words? Come on, I’m trying to lighten the mood a little.”
“I know you are.” He draped his arm around her shoulders. “I appreciate it.” He opened the door to the suite they shared. “It’s a long process, finding my mate. I need to soul search and follow my heart.”
“I’m right here. Done.” She bounced into the room ahead of him. “Now what?”
Creighton stood in the doorway. How the hell was he going to crush her spirit and tell her the truth when he wasn’t so sure the sources were correct? Down in his gut, he believed she was his pasha. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Sit, and we’ll talk.” And hopefully you’ll still count me as your friend when all of this is over.
Somewhere I Belong byWendi Zwaduk Genre Contemporary Words 29,000 Content Notes Hot Publication Date 4/30/2020
Art by WZDesigns
Megan Slayer Publications
The only reason she let Sully back into her life is because she can’t run the farm on her own. The past is the past, and she’s determined to keep it there! Sully’s back in town, needing somewhere to belong, and he’s not giving up on love this time!
The only reason she let Sully back into her life is because she can’t run the farm on her own. The past is the past, and she’s determined to keep it there! Sully’s back in town, needing somewhere to belong, and he’s not giving up on love this time!
Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.
Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.
How long he stuck around didn’t really matter. For all of Sully’s antics, at least he wasn’t Taylor. Sully had broken her heart, but he’d never broken her arm or her nose. She shivered and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. No, Sully had bailed the moment he’d heard the word cancer. He proved to her letting people get too close was a liability.
Someone touched her shoulder, jerking her from her thoughts.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?”
The gravelly voice rolled down her back. Heat enveloped her and not from the August night. The twinge of fear subsided, replaced by the strength of his presence. She dragged a long breath into her lungs and sighed. “Sully.”
Sully shuffled his feet and crinkled his brows. His cocoa-colored eyes glittered in the firelight. He’d shaved the midday scruff from his cheeks but left a sprinkling of hair on his chin and upper lip. Instead of wearing the standard bandana, his hair stood in messy spikes, giving him a tousled, straight-out-of-bed look. His cologne wrapped around her like a woodsy blanket. Her mouth watered. How could one man look so darned sexy without effort?
“Chores are done, you’re free, I’m free. I wanted a dance for old times’ sake.” The silver ring on the middle finger of Sully’s right hand caught the light as he gestured to her. “Will you dance with me, Marley? I don’t have cooties, man germs, or any other gross diseases.”
Man germs…good grief. She needed an answer to put him back in his place. “Dancing isn’t my thing.”
Why did Sully make her so nervous? Because Sully made her inner thighs heat and her heart thunder. Every time she heard him sing, she swooned. Hell, when they worked side by side on the wagons, she resisted the urge to smother him with kisses. She pressed her lips together. The idea of his sexy naked body melding with hers had haunted her dreams since she hit puberty. Of all the men she knew, Sully remained elusive and out of reach. And yet, he’d come back when she needed him the most…like a white knight. God, she had to get the childish, fanciful thoughts from her head and regain her footing in the real world.
He eased down next to her and sighed. “I don’t buy that for a moment, but I’m not gonna push.” He bumped her shoulder with his, sending a frisson of lust snaking through her body. “I missed our late-night conversations.” A chuckle erupted from his throat. “You got so deep.”
“You know, I never found someone to understand me like you do.” She balled her fists to keep from touching him and stared at the crisp yellow flames. Sully smelled like sin and pine. “Conversationalist is my middle name.”
Sully cupped her chin, redirecting her gaze. “And all this time I thought it was Elaine.”
Despite wanting to stay, Marley stood. “I never could fool you.”
I’ve got your back, if you’re willing to trust your enemy.
Hagan Dean thought he was helping his friend. He was playing the role of savior…except he ended up left for dead in the sunshine. Vampires and sunshine don’t mix. Even worse? A Hunter—one of the sexiest women he’s laid eyes on—is ready to kill him. He’s got a lot to survive for and the odds are stacked against him, but he’s a fighter. Will the Hunter let him live another night? Or is this vampire destined to fry into a pile of soot?
Emily Cross is a born Hunter. Her life’s work is to keep the balance between the Supers and the Supers who have stepped out of line. She’s never been keen on the Rogues taking over the Hunters. She doesn’t want to kill all the Supers…she is one! When she finds a nearly charred vampire in the woods during one of the hunts, her thoughts turn from killing to keeping him alive.
Will these two opposites come together to find common ground in order to help end the war? Or will the passion crackling between them tear their worlds apart?
Available right now from Megan Slayer Publications!
Hunting helpless creatures seemed inhumane. Emily clutched her shotgun tighter and gritted her teeth.
“We’ve got to search high and low for these creeps. They could be anywhere and dangerous as hell,” Ben said and rushed in front of her.
She winced. Everything her partner said revolved around killing supers. She suppressed a groan. They could see the supers. She and Ben both possessed supernatural blood, allowing them to pursue their specific calling—hunting the supers as true hunters. The job description included killing supers in order to terminate those who went mad and were essentially dangerous to the rest of the population. They hunted the supers who’d gone rogue. No one said a word about killing the vampires, shifters, and faes—among others—simply for the sake of taking lives. According to Ben, they needed to eliminate all supers.
Emily trudged behind him. She could hold her own up front and defend herself from the attacks with ease, but she wanted distance from Ben. The negative vibe swirling around him unnerved her.
“I see it,” Ben shrieked. He bolted away, leaving her in the pitch-black woods. She gazed into the darkness and focused. She didn’t hear a sound, not even the critters creeping around, and that wasn’t right. There should’ve been something in the brush moving if he’d spotted anything. She crinkled her nose. The scent of a being came to her…dead? Decaying? Dead things left a definite gross smell behind, but this wasn’t the scent of decomposition. This particular pungent odor reminded her of a wet tiger or charred hair. What was it?
A round object caught her attention. Nothing in the woods was perfectly rounded…not like a shoe. She glanced over to where Ben had taken off to, and when she didn’t see him, she crouched to look at whatever it was in the brush. She figured she’d hear Ben coming when he returned. Unlike vampires, Ben wasn’t stealthy. Freight trains were quieter than her partner. She didn’t see him when she looked again. Thank God.
Emily crept up to the rounded thing and studied it closer. The thing was a shoe, connected to a foot. Were other hunters leaving their kills in the forest now? If the person was indeed a super, then the body wouldn’t be around—it would’ve disintegrated. A human body would decompose but still be evident. She moved the leaves aside. The leg led to a full body. The person was so still. She glanced around again and uncovered the face. The guy’s mouth was open, allowing her to see his teeth. Sharp, bright white teeth.
The vampire and wolf shifter will protect Ava with their lives—because they belong together as deemed by the Sources. Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?
The world can crumble around us, but we’ve always got each other. Always.
Ava Grant learned the hard way not to trust anyone. Trust equaled opening up to another person and allowing herself to be hurt. She’s done with pain—until she’s summoned by the Sources. Her world is thrown into upheaval. Two men can help her, if she’s willing to let them in. Will she able to open her heart to a vampire and a wolf shifter?
Joachim Stokes and Padraig O’Malley are the best of friends. The attraction between them is palpable, but there’s something missing. When they are tasked with protecting Ava, they realize they’d found what they’ve been missing—her. A bond forms between the three, but some bonds are meant to be broken. With the war heating up, her past won’t stay hidden forever.
Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?
“You can face me.” Padraig stayed in the doorway. “I’ll bite because I’m a vampire, but only if you allow it.” He chuckled at his horrible excuse for a joke. “Sorry.”
“Ha-ha.” Joachim stomped to his bed and then flopped face-first onto the mattress.
Padraig admired his friend’s position. He could ogle Chim’s ass all he wanted, but the pose made conversation difficult.
“We need to talk.” Padraig leaned against the bedpost of his bed. “Now.”
“Right.” Joachim rolled onto his back. “So you can tell me I’m an idiot. Well, get it out now. I can take it.”
“What are you talking about? You’re not an idiot.” Padraig sat beside Joachim. “But I could understand you better if you could at least look at me.”
“Better?” Joachim sat up and faced Padraig.
“Much, stubborn wolf.” Padraig stared. Joachim embodied the strength of the wolf, but in human form. He exuded power and sometimes patience. But looking at him, Padraig noticed the gauntness under Joachim’s eyes. “You haven’t been eating.”
“Not regularly. Nothing to hunt.” Joachim shrugged. “I’m managing.”
“Uh-huh.” Padraig glanced over at Joachim’s clenched hands. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven,” Joachim snapped. He leaped off the bed and then strode to the window. “I’m twenty-seven.”
Spoken like a man trying to convince himself. “Huh. I would’ve guessed you no more than twenty-three.” Padraig eased up behind Joachim without touching him. They’d fit together well—if they ever got their shit figured out. “I’m twenty-nine—well I was before I became a vampire. It dawned on me that we’d never discussed our ages before.”
“We spent most of our time hiding and being quiet. There wasn’t time to chat.”
“True.” Padraig rubbed Joachim’s shoulders. When the shifter didn’t pull away, Padraig continued touching him. “Are you done pouting?”
Joachim gasped, and then his shoulders sagged. “Yeah. I’d say what I was doing wasn’t pouting, but you’d know I wasn’t telling the truth.”
“I’m not sure why you think I’d call you an idiot. I don’t think you are. You’re a tad immature, but since I don’t know how you were raised, I can’t pass judgment.”
“Fine. I’m twenty-three.”
“I assumed as much.” Padraig suppressed his pleasure in guessing correctly.
“How?” Joachim turned around, finally facing Padraig. “No one ever questioned me.”
“You’re sulky, pouty, and not as weary of the world as some people.” Padraig curled his fingers under Joachim’s chin. The man also had a youthful glow and a light in his eyes Padraig couldn’t deny. Oh and Joachim’s smile…Padraig bit back a light moan. His smile melted Paddy’s heart.
“Oh.” Joachim didn’t pull away.
“It’s not a bad thing, being you.” Goddess, he sounded like his father. Padraig grunted. Wouldn’t dear old Dad love to know his gay son had a thing for a straight guy? Padraig swiped his thumb across Joachim’s bottom lip. “Now, about the other thing. I’m bisexual. I tend to swing more toward guys, but some women catch my fancy. Is Ava pretty? Yes. Would I take a tumble in the sheets with her if she asked? You bet. Am I trying to get her into my bed? No.”
“I knew it.” Joachim inched away from Padraig, putting space between them. “You’re not obvious, but I knew you were hot for her.”
She breathes air and he’s from the sea. Their love shouldn’t survive… should it?
Tress fell in love with Lukas the moment she saw him sparkling in the water. A dark-haired merman with the glittering blue tail captivated her. But he belongs in the water. She can’t leave the land. When a chance encounter gives her a taste of the sexy merman, she knows she needs more. She’s also got a problem—she’s pregnant. How are a merman and a floral faerie supposed to make their love work when they can’t be together?
Anything is possible with a little magic and a whole lot of faith.
What’s a love faerie supposed to do without her magic?
Cordelia likes to play fast and loose with the rules. So she’s made a few mistakes with magic along the way? No one got hurt…right? The blue-haired faerie, prone to the occasional blue language and dirty jokes, loses her right to create magic after one goof-up too many. But she’s about to find redemption in the form of a merman named Henry and a human named Jinx. Fix them up and she’ll get her right to create magic back. There’s only one problem…Liam.
Liam could be the right man to help Cordelia rise above her troubles…but first she’s got to make him believe she exists. Not impossible, right?
She’d have to face the guy some time. She whipped around and collided with a solid wall of male muscle. He smelled like leather and stood at least eight inches taller than her. She splayed her hands on his chest to steady herself, then backed up. “Sorry.”
“I scared you?”
She met his gaze. Holy fuck. He had blue eyes. “Jinx?”
“That’s my brother.” He smiled. “Are you okay? You look lost and a little confused.”
A little? “You’re fucking serious? You’re not Jinx?” She swept her gaze over him. Christ. She’d cream her shorts at this rate. He had muscle in all the right places, a chiseled jaw, reddish blond hair and blue eyes. When he smiled, his dimple showed. He smelled good and when he spoke, shivers ran the length of her spine. And here she was with a wet tank top and hard nipples. She was so fucked.
“I’m serious.” He laughed and offered his hand. “Jinx—er—my brother, Jeremy, tends to be here. He paints. Why are you looking for him? It’s too late for him to paint tonight.”
“Oh. Right.” God. She sounded stupid. “I’ll stop talking now.”
“You don’t have to.” He slipped her hand into his and tugged her to the closest bench. “Have a seat, catch your breath and let’s talk. You look flustered. You can’t possibly be a hitwoman or out to find him because of a secret baby.”
“Why not?” Being a hitwoman wasn’t on her radar, but anything was possible.
“Despite your foul mouth, you’re too sweet.” He nodded to the bench. “Sit. Tell me your name and what’s going on.”
She plopped onto the bench and willed her chest to cooperate. She pressed her knees together. Christ, the heat in her body would overwhelm her sooner than later. She wanted to touch him again and feel that sizzle. “My name is Cory…Cordelia.” She shook hands with him. Damn. Firm grip. What would it feel like to have those hands around her waist during sex? Probably heaven… Shit. She had to focus. “I’m actually trying to find Jinx or Jeremy, as you called him, for a friend of mine. A mutual friend told me to get them in contact and put in a good word.”
“Is either friend a guy?”
“Yeah. One of them is.” She slid her gaze to him. “Why? Didn’t you know he’s gay?”
“Before we go any farther, what’s your name?” Call her nosy, but she wanted to address him properly when she asked him to bed later.
“Liam. It’s short for William. William Darling.” He shook her hand again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cordelia.”
Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle. Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.
Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.
Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?
“Don’t have one.” Not since Seth dumped him a year ago. Seth wanted to sleep around and Parker wanted monogamy. According to Seth, gay men couldn’t be monogamous. The asshole. Parker tried to get him back, but Seth never called him again.
“You should.” Anson grasped Parker’s hand. “But it makes this so much easier.”
“Me? I? What?” Oh Jesus, he had to stop talking. He made no sense and he could’ve sworn Anson wanted to kiss him.
“It’s rather difficult to ask someone out if they’ve already got a date or boyfriend.” Anson scooted he chair around the table until he sat next to Parker. “Right?”
“You’re asking me out?” He must’ve heard Anson wrong and understood the wrong vibes. “Really?”
“Of course…unless you don’t want to.” Anson trailed his fingers down the back of Parker’s neck. His eyes shimmered. “Not interested?”
“I…yes.” Christ. Start going for what you want, Parker. “I’d like a date. Yes. But I need some time. I mean—not tonight.” Shit. He was fucking up the plan. “I mean…”
“I’m pretty free. What works for you?”
“Uh…I need to get this paper down. But I’ve got time around lunch tomorrow. If I can get this turned in before tomorrow night, I’ll be free for Halloween. Would lunch work? Then if you don’t like me, we’re not committed to a night date?” He’d just talked himself out of a date. Shit.
“No good. I’m…in a class at lunch.” Anson draped his arm across the back of Parker’s chair. “I’m better at night.”
“Oh.” Anson didn’t strike him as a college student. “Which class? I could meet you at your building afterward.”
“Uh…it’s off campus at the sculpture building at the old farm.” Anson nodded. “You know, all of those power tools and bending machines. They can’t have it too close to campus in case one of the artists does something crazy.”
“I doubt that.” He turned in his seat to face Anson. “The worst you could do is burn down the building, but why? Performance art? Nah. You’re all careful. It’s a reason to be out there.” He wanted to touch Anson and prove to himself the man was real. He rested his forearms on his thighs instead. “I’ve never been to the arts building out there, so I wouldn’t know too much about it.”
“Oh? Why not?”
“No wheels.” Embarrassment washed over him. If his dorky personality wasn’t enough to push Anson away, his lack of a car would be the topper. “I had to sell my car to make my tuition payment. My job at the front desk at the student housing complex was cut.”
“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.
“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”
“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”
“Really?” Anson smiled.
Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”
Ariadne defied her father for love, only to be abandoned. She married for what she thought was love, only to have Dionysus leave her for another woman. Even Aphrodite won’t smile on her because Aphrodite wants Dionysus. Ari can’t seem to win. What’s a goddess to do if she wants love? Find a vampire.
Caden, a vampire and creature of the night, gave up on love long ago. Draining victims, sex and sleep are his orders for each evening…until he’s tasked with tracking Ariadne. He doesn’t expect the goddess to call to his wounded soul in ways he thought long since dead.
Can a vampire and goddess go the distance or will their happy ending die with the dawn?
“What are you doing?” Caden stood in the middle of her path. In the pitch black of the evening, he’d found her. “Don’t run.”
Her blood chilled and she stopped short. How had he located her? What kind of paranormal was he? “What are you?” She hadn’t heard him move. “Where did you come from?”
Caden raked his fingers through his hair. His eyes blazed red, then silver. “I’m a vampire, all right? A fucking bloodsucker. Normally, I’d eat you, but I can’t. Trust me. You’re pissing me off and I’d love to drain your ass for that kick to the crotch.”
The dick. She trembled and hoped he couldn’t see her fear. Who was she kidding? He was a vampire. He was enhanced in everything—even his cock? Why did that turn her on? She shook her head and focused on her panic. With the vampire’s super senses, he had to have seen her panic. “Dio sent you.” She put her hand up. “I’m not going back. Never.”
“Who is Dio?” Caden frowned. “Look, I gave Hestia my word that I’d bring you to Eriewood. She wants you safe and I’ll make sure that happens.”
“I can take care of myself. You don’t owe anyone anything on my account.” She turned on her heel. The faster she got out of there, the better. Within seconds, she sprinted down the sidewalk toward the gate. Fuck him. Sexy or not, she wasn’t going to let some vampire deliver her to Dionysus and Hades.
“Stop.” Caden stood in front of her again, stopping her in her path. He grabbed her shoulders. “I don’t fuck up my jobs. I should be draining a few murderers right now, but instead I’m chasing you. Do you want to be next?”
“What?” The guy was crazier than Dio and Theseus put together.
“I’m done arguing.” He let go, giving her space. “You’re not safe here. Whoever is trying to find you knows you’re close. Either you let him have you or you take your chances with me. I can get us to Eriewood in four hours. The bus will take twelve and he will catch up to you. He knows where you are.”
She didn’t have much choice. Vampire speed trumped any combustion engine. He held his hand out to her. She debated what to do. He hadn’t bound her to him. No, he’d given her free rein to run if she chose. She groaned. If Hestia knew about him and if her father had given Hestia the go-ahead to find her, then Dio couldn’t be involved. Knowing her ex-husband, he would’ve come for her in person.
“If I’m making it there by dawn, we need to go now.” Caden stared at her.
She hesitated another second. A vampire… Zeus help her. She, the daughter of King Minos, would have to find a damn vampire for a travelling companion. What was worse…she kind of liked him, but kind of wanted to kick him in the junk again. She sighed. “Let’s go.”
“Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on. You’ll probably get motion sickness. Wait until we stop to barf.”’
Motion sickness? Barf? Oh shit. She clung to Caden. At least her ride was handsome and easy on the eyes. He felt good holding her, too. What a pity he had the potential to kill her.
When the rest of the world crumbles and fails, you have me.
Kynan Laing gave up his mortal soul to the will of the Sources, the ancient beings in charge of the universe. With the sensual grace and speed in his vampire form, he serves in his role as a Protector for the Supernatural world. But the impending war between the Supers and Hunters is heating up. The woman he’s charged to protect is all grown up and the perfect submissive partner he wants. Can he keep his heart under wraps while keeping her safe?
Alexa Mercury doesn’t know why she’s supposed to trust the vampire, but she does. Even when she pushed him away, Kynan watches over her. She craves him like no other and wants to submit body and soul to him, even if he is a Supernatural creature of the night. When circumstances beyond her control force them together, Lexa will have to decide whether to offer her heart to the vampire or risk her very soul.
Kynan closed the door to her room and enfolded her in his arms. He stroked her hair, breathing in the scent of her perfume. Watching her through the window paled in comparison to actually holding her.
“Stay with me tonight.” Lexa’s words curled around his heart. “I need you more than you know.”
“You have me,” he replied. She fit so perfectly against his body, like they’d been fated to be together. He thanked God and the forces who’d thrown them together. He kissed the top of her head. “You’re shaking.” Kynan carried her to the bed and cuddled her on his lap. Was their reuniting too much, too soon? Too bad.
“Don’t peer into my head.” Lexa rubbed his arm.
“I won’t.” Damn it. He’d spent so much time peering into the heads of humans he forgot what it was like to take someone on their word. “Tell me what’s upsetting you?” Besides her scary as hell ex happened to be a hunter and wanted him dead. “I’ll lay down my life for you.”
“You’re dead.” She tipped her gaze to his. His skin tingled from her touch on his arm. Most of the time he felt nothing. Now that he was with her, everything came into sharp focus. Her touch sizzled on his skin, and he longed for his heart to beat for her. He groaned.
“I don’t want to be alone.” Lexa kissed his neck, pressing her face to his jugular. “I want to feel loved, not like I’m a freak.”
“You’ve never been a freak.” Why should she feel that way? Because she liked kinky sex? Because she knew a vampire? Bullshit. “Tell me what you like.”