Hera, the goddess of mothering and childbirth, wants more than to be Zeus’s throwaway partner. She wants a lover and a hot romance she can call her own, but she’s not sure she deserves to be happy. When she meets Crane in Vegas, all bets are off.
Crane Gray is a man of contradiction. On the stage, he’s a superstar, but at home, he’s alone. He wants love and Hera is the woman of his dreams. But Crane has unfinished business with John.
John has loved Crane for so long and only wants him to be happy. When he sees Crane with Hera, he knows what’s been missing between them and craves making Hera their third.
Can these three make a go of their relationship despite the glare of the spotlight or will a mistake from Hera’s past threaten their future?
“Do you know who I am?” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you?”
“Not a clue. I thought you were a handsome man who happened to share my elevator car,” she said, trying to be nonchalant. Once he learned her true identity, he’d want something from her. “That’s it. Should I know you?”
“You don’t know?” he asked.
He must be the Crane Gray he’d bragged about. She rolled her eyes. “I’ve said it already. I don’t know you.” She wasn’t lying, even if she’d guessed his identity. “I thought we had a connection, but now I’m scared of you, so I’m leaving.” She turned on her heel and crossed the room.
“Wait.” He touched her arm. “You don’t know?”
“No.” She propped her hand on her hip. “I’d like to go now—if you don’t mind.” This must be part of what Leto meant by screwing with her happiness. Sometimes things with guys just didn’t work out.
“Please don’t.” He held his hand out to her. “I’m Crane Gray and it’s nice to meet you—someone who doesn’t know me. I’ve got a concert here at the hotel tonight. I should be prepping for it, but I just don’t care and I want out of my life for a while. You fascinate me and I’m enjoying myself here in the bar. I’d like you to stay. Please?”
She debated what to do. Stay with Crane, the celebrity, or find someone a little more boring.
“Will you at least tell me your name?” he asked. “Have a drink with me?”
She liked him, despite his ability to drive her crazy. He was physically what she wanted in a man—blond hair, blue eyes, tall, handsome, and younger than her. Then again, most men were younger than her. She’d like to spend time with him because, honestly, this would be the only encounter. He could be that pure gold she’d been looking for.
“Honey?” He gave her space. “It’s just a drink.”
She could handle this. She’d ruined many a man, forced Echo to repeat the same words, turned individuals into monsters, and destroyed mortals. Having a drink with Crane was nothing. “Sure.”
Find what you need at the Store Front. Blood, sex…we have it all just for you.
The supernaturals have taken over the earth, leaving the humans to serve them. The Store Front is one place for the supernaturals to find partners for feeding and sexual needs. Vic, a wolf shifter, and Gale, a vampire, have a special human female they love to visit. They know the bond between them goes far beyond the bedroom, but convincing Kitty the triad should happen might not be so easy.
Kitty longs to leave the Store Front and the total darkness of the earth. The one bright spot in her day is a visit from Gale and Vic. She loves the two supernatural men, even if she can’t voice the words. Do they return her affections on a deeper level or is she just a pawn to them? She’s not sure, but she’s willing to risk her heart and get wild after dark in order to find out.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex.
Kitty’s attention pricked. She knew that voice. Vic. She glanced up at the doorway. Vic and Gale stood watching her.
“Why do you look so sad, hon?” Vic crossed the room first and offered his hand. “The bastard tried something, didn’t he?”
She drank in Vic’s presence. The tight T-shirt clung to his muscled frame. Although he was in his human form, the power of the wolf showed through. His salt-and-pepper hair glimmered in the light. His blue eyes sparkled as he knelt beside her. She loved how he contrasted Gale’s tall frame.
“I’m okay.” She brushed her hair away from her face and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “He was pushy, but I handled it.” She turned over his wrist. “Ah, you’re here for sex and feeding.”
“Are you pleased?” Gale uncrossed his ankles and left the doorway. He didn’t just walk over to her. He stalked across the room. His gray eyes glowed and a lock of his sandy brown hair slipped over his forehead. His clothes hung on his lanky frame. He embodied the strength and sexuality of a vampire, but without the jackass attitude.
“I am.” She slid her hand into his. “I’ve been waiting on you both. It’s not as fun here without you.”
“Oh?” Vic closed the door and engaged the lock. “I’m honored.”
“You should be,” she replied. She shouldn’t have been snappy with them, but after the nasty vampire, her nerves were shot.
“He fed from you.” Gale caressed her arm. “Left big ass puncture wounds, too. Didn’t he bother to close them?”
“I—I didn’t look.” She glanced at her wrist. Bright red blood dripped down her arm. Well, shit.
Gale scooped her into his arms. “The bastard.” He carried her to the bed, then plunked her onto his lap. In one slick move, he licked the wounds shut and stopped the bleeding. “He had no right to do this to you.”
“It’s my job,” she managed. Her vision blurred a bit. How much blood had the vampire taken?
“Sleep, little one.” Gale stretched her out on the bed, then cuddled beside her.
Vic slipped between her and the wall. “Recharge. We’re not going anywhere.”
“No?” Her eyelids grew heavy and she fought to stay awake. “Don’t let me die.”
“We won’t,” Gale murmured. He tore into his wrist, allowing a rivulet of blood to dribble onto her lips. “Take some of mine and sleep.”
Sometimes coming home is the best way to heal a broken heart—especially with two ranch hands involved.
Channon Kennedy planned to come home, but she never expected to find herself in the arms of the two men she’s fantasized over since high school. Back then, Shaun and Brian didn’t seem interested. Now, she’s older, wiser and has nothing to lose. If the men of her dreams want her, who is she to resist?
Shaun Maple and Brian Powell have done everything together—work at the farm, live together and love the same woman. They’ve wanted Channon since they first laid eyes on her, but circumstances beyond their control kept the threesome apart. Times have changed and so have Shaun and Brian. They’re not taking no for an answer—they want her between them for good. Can the ranch hands convince her she’s the only woman for them or will the relationship implode before it gets a chance to grow?
“Where are a couple of farm boys when I need them?” Channon Kennedy brushed her horse, Peaches, and rested her head on the side of the large animal’s neck. She liked being around the horses. She could talk to them and not have to worry about someone arguing with her. She’d done enough arguing in the last year for a lifetime.
“I don’t know how I’m going to manage,” she said. She stopped brushing the horse and looked Peaches in the eye. “I’m one person with three horses and a hundred acres. That’s a lot for one person to keep things going.”
The horse snorted, then shook her head.
“I get it. We’ll figure it out.” She sighed and surveyed the stall. According to her father’s notes, there were two farm hands living on the property. She hadn’t seen anyone, but the state of the stall said otherwise. Someone had cleaned it out recently. She’d need to shovel out the muck and add fresh straw, but it could’ve been worse.
Not knowing who lived on the farm was her own fault. She’d been at the house for three days, but had only ventured out during the last hour. Between the guilt over not being home when her father died and mourning the loss of him, she hadn’t wanted to be out in public. She grieved for the end of her relationship with her former boyfriend, Jack, too. The bastard had cheated on her and dumped her for a younger woman. She shouldn’t have been so upset. Getting rid of him should’ve been a relief, but it wasn’t. Seven years was a long time to be with someone, only to be shafted.
Channon climbed the side of the stall and sat on the wooden planks. She leaned against the divider bars between the stables. “I miss the boys the most.” She gripped the shelf along the wall. “I could use their help, yeah, but I miss their friendship. Brian and Shaun were here when no one else cared.”
Peaches shifted around and bumped her head against Channon’s side. Channon hugged the horse. “I miss them. I shouldn’t because we’re horrible when we’re together. I still remember all the times we got into trouble, but it was fun.”
John and Michael never forgot how much they cared about their sub, Tiger Lily. She’s the one for them and they love playing with her. Now they’re ready to offer her their collar. No more waiting, they’re ready.
But is she?
Tiger Lily wants both her masters, but she’s convinced they want a toy, not a full time sub. She decides to test them and makes them prove their devotion to her. It’s a risky game of swapped control, but if things work out the way she plans, they’ll all end up satisfied.
“Sit.” He turned on his heel. As Tiger Lily dropped to her knees on the floor, Peter shielded Wendy from her gaze. Something clinked and words were whispered between them. Shadows moved across the floor as Wendy left the room.
Moments passed and seemed like hours while Tiger Lily waited. She wished she’d kept her mouth shut and her aggravation to herself.
“Okay.” Footsteps padded on the floor beside her. Peter’s boots came into view and he squatted in front of her. “Michael and John will be here later. You’re going to have to be patient. I understand you’re hurting. They’ve been gone a while and played with another sub the last time they were here. I get it. But what happened is between the three of you. You’re going to have to tell them what you want. Change the contract, write up a new one, I don’t care, but leave me out of it.”
“Sir.” Tiger Lily couldn’t keep the pain out of her voice.
“I wanted you to choose me.” There. She’d said it. She loved Michael and John, but since they were younger she’d wished Peter would’ve chosen her over Wendy. Tiger Lily needed him. Didn’t she?
“Lily, my heart chose Wendy a long time ago. I’ve done things for her I never thought I’d do. I love Wendy.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “But John and Michael love you. They helped another Dom, yes, but they love you.”
“Then why don’t they tell me?” Tears streaked down her cheeks. She balled her fists. “I have no idea how they feel. I’m a toy to them, not a person.”
“Then ask them where you stand.” Peter stood and folded his arms. Wendy crept into the room and put her arm around Tiger Lily.
“Those two… sometimes you need to be specific with them. They think they know what’s going on. John’s so smart and Michael’s heart is so big, but they miss things. They love you, I’m sure, just as I’m certain you love them.” She brushed Tiger Lily’s hair from her face. “Make them earn your love.”
Sometimes she didn’t care for Wendy very much. Other times, Tiger Lily liked having another sub to get what she was going through. She knew her men, but now she truly understood them. Yes, they’d helped train another sub, but they still cared about her. Now she needed to show them exactly what she wanted, too.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Wendy.” Tiger Lily nodded. She knew exactly what to do — make her men beg.
Darby Mitchell wants two things for Christmas—to be left in Masters Adam and Hill’s stocking and to have one hell of a scene with both men. She writes a letter to Santa Dom pleading her case. Will the naughty old elf listen?
Adam Dent and Hill Joseph want Darby. She’s sweet, adorable and their kind of sub. When they learn she’s asked Santa Dom to be theirs, they set about making her holly, mistletoe and naughty dreams come true. There’s one catch—she’s not the only sub who’s asked for them for Christmas. Can they prove she’s the one or will forces she can’t control mean she has to wait another year for her wishes to come true?
If Masters Adam and Hill have their way, they’ll give her the painfully fun Christmas Eve she’s always wanted.
This book contains scenes of mfm menage, wax play, voyeurism and exhibitionism.
Robbie thought when he formed his band he’d get the girls, the gigs and the money. He’s got the gigs, but the money is a little slower in coming. He’s also got more than a few secrets. He wants the band to succeed, but even more, he wants to find the one woman who can accept him—warts and all, but also with his best friend Dillon involved.
Dillon loves Robbie like a brother. Robbie’s his other half in the music world. He handles the words while Robbie writes the music for the band. But all the music in the world isn’t enough if they don’t have their perfect third—Jess. She hits all the right notes for him and Robbie. The only issue? She may not accept their love in return.
Jess has followed the band for years and worked her way up to selling their merchandise. She knows their music almost as well as they do, but doubts they’d want to be with her. She’s so unlike the other women they’ve had—she’s short, curvy and a purple-haired Goth. When Robbie and Dillon hang out with her after one of the gigs, she has a choice to make. Either head home and wonder or let go of her fears and give the two men of her dreams the chance to make her fantasies come to life.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of double penetration.
Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been released as part of the Three’s a Charm anthology with Totally Bound Publishing.
“What if we asked her out? We’ve been dancing around it forever. You want her. I do. She likes hanging out with us and she never shies away when we kiss her.” He met Robbie’s gaze. “I’m serious. What if we were the ones who took the first step?”
“And say what?” Robbie frowned. “I like her and would love to snag her between us, but what do we say? ‘Hey, babe. We’ve chosen you. How about it? Do you want to be with us?’ She’d laugh and walk out. What about saying she’d be better off with us on either side? She’d think we were going to use her. She deserves better than a couple of rock and roll wannabes.”
“Well, yeah.” Dillon snorted. “If we approach her like that, then I’d be shocked if she didn’t run away. Finesse would be good.” He rested his arm on Robbie’s shoulder. “Think about it. She’s got that Goth, funky but beautiful look to her. She’s never balked at our behavior, either. She’s a little rough, but dependable.”
“She’s a good worker, sure, but you make her sound like a set of tires.” Robbie shrugged. “I’d love to ask her out, but I’m afraid she’d turn me down. You know me and my life. I’m no good for her. Besides, if she said yes, then how can I be sure she’d consider both of us? I’m not in the mood to put myself out there only to be turned down again. I’d rather be alone.”
“We won’t know until we try.” Dillon hadn’t realized how deep Elaine’s leaving had messed with Robbie until that moment. He hadn’t thought Robbie and Elaine were going to go the distance, but he hadn’t expected her to be so rotten. He’d never heard Robbie mention being happier alone. Robbie was a relationship kind of guy. Then again, so was he. Hell, for all he knew, she could be the one. A vision of her snuggled up between them came to mind. He longed to run his fingers through her purple hair and kiss her breathless. Tingles surged through his body—the thrill of playing music mixed with his desire for Jess. Oh, shit. He only felt that way when he picked up his guitar. Yeah, it was time to speak up.
“Then why don’t we talk to her and try to figure this out…after we play music?”
Ménage, M/F/M, M/M/F, M/M, BDSM, Toys, Spanking, Bondage, Anal Sex
Clint Jordan has been the oddball in his family. He’s the oldest, but has no desire to run the family business. He’s in love with Ronan, despite his mother’s determination to find him a wife. Plus, he wants to share a sub with Ronan. Is there someone out there who can fit their needs and bring them together?
Zari’s running from a past that won’t go away. She needs stability and two men who will cherish her… while giving her a good paddling. When she meets Ronan and Clint, she’s convinced they’re meant to own her. Will these two committed men have space in their life for her?
Ronan got more than he bargained for when he became Clint’s lover. He’s not only with Clint, but he’s under the rule of the Jordan family. Once Zari enters the equation, he’s forced to admit his true feelings for Clint and accept what he needs from Zari. But things aren’t always the way they seem. Zari comes with baggage, and Clint’s determined to make the triad work. Will Ronan accept their terms or walk away?
Get your rocks off however
you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are
discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.
Mix one lanky shortstop
with two brawny Doms and what do you get? A white hot good time.
On the baseball field,
shortstop Rocke Houseman commands the crowd. They cheer as he makes plays and
hits home runs. He loves his job in professional sports, but there’s something
missing. He wants to be true to himself. When he tears up his knees during a
critical play, his whole life is thrown into chaos. He turns to the one place
he knows to find balance—Club Desire.
Carson and Jeremiah are a
packaged deal. You deal with one, you deal with both. When the gutsy sub comes
into Desire and wants a Dom, they step in to help him out. Rocke fits their
bill—he’s athletic and lanky, but knows how to take direction. Can they help
him work out his issues one ménage at a time? Or will the passion exploding
amongst them be the final out?
The two men—he wasn’t sure who was Jeremiah and who was
Carson—took him down a long hallway to a room. When the taller one opened the
door, bright white light spilled into the darkened corridor.
“This is our room. First we talk then we play. Do you think
you’re able to keep up with us?” The shorter of the two men leveled his gaze at
Rocke. He stood only about an inch shorter than Rocke’s six foot frame. His jaw
flexed as he stared at Rocke, and a tiny bit of scruff glimmered on his cheeks.
At this point, Rocke didn’t have anything to lose. He’d been
pushed away by all but the last two Doms in the building. Rocke sighed and
dipped his head. “I’d like to play.”
“Very well.” The taller one ushered him into the room. Unlike
the other rooms, this particular room more resembled a bedroom. No BDSM bed or
bar contraptions. There was just a plain bed with white sheets. Thick carpet
muffled their footsteps as the Doms led him to a leather couch and armchair.
The room reminded him more of an apartment than a play place.
“Before we get down to business, my name is Carson.” The taller
one extended his hand. “This is my partner, Jeremiah. We’ve been together for
eight years. We don’t take many subs, and when we do, it’s only one at a time.
You are Rocke Houseman, correct? Sit.”
Something in Carson’s voice made Rocke want to comply. He
debated sitting on the chair but only for a moment. This was a test—had to be.
He knelt on the floor at their feet and bowed his head. Fuck. His knee screamed
with pain, but he ignored the hurt. He’d never get better if he kept giving in
to his injury.
“Very good but we don’t want you on the floor. Sit in the
chair.” Carson perched on the edge of the sofa, and Jeremiah stood behind him
with his arms folded. Where Jeremiah seemed to be covered in sleeves of
tattoos, Carson was all pristine muscle. Carson leaned forward. “We could read
the tablet and find out what your boundaries are, but we’d rather hear them
Rocke’s gaze vacillated between the two men. Most Doms didn’t
want to talk. They read the dossier and went right into play. Rocke wobbled to
his feet, careful not to wrench his knee, then sat on the armchair. The shards
of pain subsided, and he laced his fingers together. Hopefully, Carson and
Jeremiah hadn’t seen him wince.
“Go on,” Jeremiah prompted. The harness he wore bit into his
“I’m not a heavy player in the BDSM world. I’ve never tried
most things. No inclination to.” Rocke shrugged. “My biggest kink is
threesomes. I like a dick in my mouth and one in my ass. You can use a cock
ring, cock cage, handcuff me, nipple clips or spank my ass red…I’m game. But no
permanent marks. I can’t have anything that’ll show in the locker room.”
“Why?” Carson prompted.
Rocke shifted in his seat. The leather creaked beneath him.
They’d find out sooner or later—don’t
leave marks if you don’t want to have to explain them to everyone in detail.
The locker room was worse than a newsroom. They had to know everything. But he
needed to trust Carson and Jeremiah. Something about the pair made him want to
take a chance. They didn’t seem like others in his past who’d wanted to exploit
his waning celebrity status.
“I’m a professional baseball player. I’m the shortstop for the
Falcons. Eight years with a .285 batting average—well, until I blew out my
knee. ACL injury three games from the playoffs and we’re in first place in our
division. Sucked.” Rocke groaned. He’d given away a lot of info.
“We saw that play. You’re lucky to be standing without
crutches.” Jeremiah rounded the sofa and sat beside his partner. “And you still
got the double play.”
“I did.” The tips of his ears burned. They’d seen him on the
field? “I have to ask—who’s your favorite team?”
“Grizzlies,” Carson replied. “The team that took you out.”
“Ah.” Maybe, this wasn’t such a good idea. Rocke sank down in
his seat. “They’re a formidable team. I wish I hadn’t gotten cocky.”
“You had to. It’s who you are.” Carson rubbed his chin with his
index finger and thumb. “Who was your Dom before? We noticed you took a shine
“Everyone here.” Rocke snorted. The harder he’d tried to please
a Dom, the faster he pushed them away. “You’ve probably heard all about me. I’m
“How so?” Jeremiah reclined on the sofa and draped his arms
across the back. “Details.”
Did they want to shame him? Jesus. “I like to talk. I don’t
want to be demeaned. I’m not wild about wax and shit on my body.” His voice
cracked, and the fury deep within him came to a head. “I want to be tied up and
fucked. Use me like the God damn media does.”
He’d lost his temper. Fuck.
He couldn’t breathe. Rocke rested his head in his hands.
“Sorry. I’m good at following orders, but I tend to top from the bottom. I’m
hard to control, I guess.” They’d boot him just like the others. He might as
well get up and leave…once his knee decided to cooperate. He closed his eyes
and focused on controlling the pain in his soul. If he pushed the searing hurt
deep, it wouldn’t bother him.
“Hard to control is in the eye of the beholder.” Carson placed
his hand on Rocke’s thigh. “You may be one of the more challenging subs, but
it’s not a death sentence. It simply means you haven’t found the right
Find what you need
at the Store Front. Blood, sex…we have it all just for you.
have taken over the earth, leaving the humans to serve them. The Store Front is
one place for the supernaturals to find partners for feeding and sexual needs.
Vic, a wolf shifter, and Gale, a vampire, have a special human female they love
to visit. They know the bond between them goes far beyond the bedroom, but convincing
Kitty the triad should happen might not be so easy.
Kitty longs to
leave the Store Front and the total darkness of the earth. The one bright spot
in her day is a visit from Gale and Vic. She loves the two supernatural men,
even if she can’t voice the words. Do they return her affections on a deeper
level or is she just a pawn to them? She’s not sure, but she’s willing to risk
her heart and get wild after dark in order to find out.
This book contains scenes of anal sex.
Kitty’s attention pricked. She knew
that voice. Vic. She glanced up at the doorway. Vic and Gale stood watching
“Why do you look so sad, hon?” Vic
crossed the room first and offered his hand. “The bastard tried something,
She drank in Vic’s presence. The tight
T-shirt clung to his muscled frame. Although he was in his human form, the
power of the wolf showed through. His salt-and-pepper hair glimmered in the
light. His blue eyes sparkled as he knelt beside her. She loved how he
contrasted Gale’s tall frame.
“I’m okay.” She brushed her hair away
from her face and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “He was pushy, but I
handled it.” She turned over his wrist. “Ah, you’re here for sex and feeding.”
“Are you pleased?” Gale uncrossed his
ankles and left the doorway. He didn’t just walk over to her. He stalked across
the room. His gray eyes glowed and a lock of his sandy brown hair slipped over
his forehead. His clothes hung on his lanky frame. He embodied the strength and
sexuality of a vampire, but without the jackass attitude.
“I am.” She slid her hand into his.
“I’ve been waiting on you both. It’s not as fun here without you.”
“Oh?” Vic closed the door and engaged
the lock. “I’m honored.”
“You should be,” she replied. She
shouldn’t have been snappy with them, but after the nasty vampire, her nerves
“He fed from you.” Gale caressed her
arm. “Left big ass puncture wounds, too. Didn’t he bother to close them?”
“I—I didn’t look.” She glanced at her wrist. Bright red
blood dripped down her arm. Well, shit.
Gale scooped her into his arms. “The
bastard.” He carried her to the bed, then plunked her onto his lap. In one
slick move, he licked the wounds shut and stopped the bleeding. “He had no
right to do this to you.”
“It’s my job,” she managed. Her vision
blurred a bit. How much blood had the vampire taken?
“Sleep, little one.” Gale stretched
her out on the bed, then cuddled beside her.
Vic slipped between her and the wall.
“Recharge. We’re not going anywhere.”
“No?” Her eyelids grew heavy and she
fought to stay awake. “Don’t let me die.”
“We won’t,” Gale murmured. He tore
into his wrist, allowing a rivulet of blood to dribble onto her lips. “Take
some of mine and sleep.”
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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I knew it.” Joachim inched away from Padraig, putting space
between them. “You’re not obvious, but I knew you were hot for her.”