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Phat Boi by Aaron Blackwood

Hi book lovers!

Today we’ve got Aaron Blackwood here with his newest novel, Phat Boi! Check it out!


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Cedric is a gay, overweight black man with self-esteem issues, which he hides behind his sense of humor. He has a smart mouth but is vulnerable when it comes to love. At a spiritual retreat, he meets Walter, who is attractive, masculine, intelligent and entirely out of his league. Cedric is immediately infatuated. To his surprise, Walter responds favorably. As their friendship develops, so do Cedric’s feelings for Walter. When unsettling secrets about Walter emerge, Cedric chooses to overlook them. A devastating event takes Cedric by surprise and forces him to confront the truth about Walter—his life will never be the same again.

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Excerpt

I’d met Walter at one of those spiritual retreats meant to rejuvenate your spirit and put you more in touch with yourself. Ant had suggested I go to replace a friend of his,who’d fallen sick; Ant said I needed it more than him. Maybe it would help with my self-esteem. I refused at first, of course. I didn’t need any damn course. I already knew my self-esteem was in the toilet, and didn’t need a therapist or yogi to tell me that. And for me to go by myself, without my sistah—no way. But when Ant showed me the brochure, and I saw it was a wonderful hideaway in the mountains with manicured lawns, a huge pool–which I wouldn’t be caught dead in–with lovely chalets and an all-you-can-eat buffet, I was sold.

Two weeks later, when the Metro-North train finally arrived at a deserted country station called Rhinebeck, I was glad to get off. Stiff and hungry, I was bored of seeing green fields and grazing cows, with not a Checkers or Chick-fil-A in sight. The old, hard-cushioned train seat had made my butt sore. Shoving my way down the narrow corridor of the train, I picked up my two-piece Louis Viton luggage,which I’d bought ‘bootleg’ from an African guy off Canal Street. When I stepped off the train,there was a woman in a blue dress holding up a homemade sign that said, ‘Shady Pines Retreat’. She looked like Mary Ellen from the old TV show The Waltons,but older. That blue dress is not your color, gurl; not with that pale skin. I and other passengers who got off the train approached her. The woman in the blue dress announced herself as Mary Lou, which was no goddamn surprise to me. She looked like a Mary Lou something. There were about ten of us listening to her frenzied gibberish about what a good time we’d have this weekend,and we’d come to the right place and all that. All I kept thinking was,gurl, take me to that buffet; I’m famished.

I looked around at the crew with whom I was to spend the weekend. They were mostly women. I ignored them at first to see if there was any prospective eye candy to hold my interest while doing yoga or something. Unfortunately, the pickings were poor. Two middle-aged men who seemed like uptight business types. A young hippie-looking fella with the darkest tan,long hair,and a guitar on his back. A big boy like myself, who was white, gay, and eyed me with suspicion and contempt. I guessed I’d just be buddies with the women for the weekend. Some certainly looked more fun than the men. Like Candy—named appropriately—who had big breasts, blonde hair, and a big booty, for a white woman. She was checking out our hippie friend, then smiled and winked at me when I caught her.I knew she would be my drinking partner and a good girlfriend for the rest of this trip. We clambered into the two mini-vans there to pick us up. The drivers were as cheery and effervescent as Mary Lou. Lord! I thought, I’m gonna need a drink. You’d think I was in Tennessee or Alabama, not Duchess County, New York.

I sat in the first bus, pressed up against an uptight businessman named Burt. He started to sweat. I eased off him a little, thinking I was the cause of his rapid perspiration. He was stuck next to a big black gay man, and it was probably making him crazy. I planned to do other things to wreck his homophobic nerves on this trip. Mary Lou sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver and continued to gush with pleasure, repeating what a good time we were in for. She laid out our immediate itinerary, which did not include eating. I was dying for a sandwich. Cramped and frustrated, we rode through the entrance gates of the retreat, past a big sign which read, Welcome to Shady Pines.

The van curved around a long driveway lined with tall, majestic pine trees, and stopped at the main building. Shady Pines did look as beautiful as the brochures. I stumbled out and followed my pack of fellow travelers to the banquet hall, where others were already waiting, which surprised me, because I thought the motley crew I’d arrived with was all I had to deal with for the weekend. But no, there was a diverse assortment of people waiting, some younger and more vibrant, around my age—in their early thirties. People were chatting and getting to know each other. Mary Lou told our group to leave our luggage at the back of the hall. We could collect it after the introduction ceremony and then assigned to our rooms. We were given bright yellow name tags with bold black lettering. I noticed the people already there had plastic cups in their hands and little matching plates with sandwiches on them. I looked around and saw the table with treats on the west wall of the hall. Naturally, I went over and loaded up my little plate with six sandwiches, but became conscious of Burt watching me, so I put back two.

We were all told to be seated. On the dais was the director of the program at the podium,various instructors seated behind him. They all looked trim, healthy, tanned, eager, and fucking happy. I was only one of three people of color in the room,including a Hispanic couple.But I didn’t get that uncomfortable vibe you sometimes get from white people,when they  feel you’re someplace you don’t belong—except from Burt, who was both anxious and curious around me. We were introduced to all the instructors. Each one got up to tell their story and talk about their specialty. There was the yoga instructor named Sven from Sweden—of course. He was unusually tall, with all the characteristics of a typical Swede; thin, with tanned skin and blond hair. There was Natasha the Russian masseuse. Another stereotype, she was big and burly. Her arms were larger than mine, and I suspected she was a dyke. Gloria the Reiki Master looked like she’d just had a hit of Ecstasy, and Vincent, the meditation guru, looked like he’d joined her. Frankie the lifeguard was the only normal-looking one. He was just beefy. Then there was Gerald,who would conduct various interactive workshops. I didn’t know what to make of him.

The introductions dragged on a bit too long, to the point of making me sleepy. I wanted a nap. I headed over to the table and got myself a cup of coffee.

“You’re bored already, too, I see.”

After putting my fifth lump of sugar in my coffee, I turned around to see a tall man. I hadn’t noticed him before. How could I have missed him? I’d already scoped out all the men. This delightful creature was about six-foot-two; not athletically built, but thick and solid. His massive hands looked strong, with veins running all over the back of them. His shoe size hinted at confirmation of a certain myth. His powerful cheekbones sat under expressive eyes, like a narrow ledge on a mountain. Generous lips opened to invite a beautiful smile, with almost perfect teeth.Oh! And did I mention that he was black? Nice mocha brown skin that looked like worn suede.

“No, not really,” I lied.

“I saw you yawning.”

“Oh. You caught that, huh?”

Then we both started to laugh. His laughter was high spirited and loud.

“Yes…Cedric.”He squinted to see the name tag I had been given stuck on my shirt.

“And you are Walter. Please to meet you.”

I wasn’t sure if this man was hitting on me, because he appeared straight, but I was loving the attention.

“Have you been to one of these before?” I asked.

“Yes, but not here. Shady Pines is my first time.I come to retreats to regroup and get away from the city and certain people.” I wondered who those certain people were…family, girlfriend, boyfriend…wife?

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,” he responded quickly. “I can always tell the rookies.”

“How?”

“There’s always resistance to this sort of thing in their body language. Why are you here?” The question was bold,and took me by surprise.

“My best friend suggested it,” I blurted out.

“And where is he?”

“Home.”

“So you came alone.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Cedric, we’ll see what we can do to make you more comfortable for the next couple of days.”

At that moment, he was called away to handle sleeping arrangements. Mary Lou was beckoning me to do the same. I walked over to her and listened while she cautioned me on the rules of the sleeping arrangements. I would have a roommate; a wake-up call was given at six for those who wished to jog or do yoga, which would be at six-thirty, until breakfast at eight. As she went on and on, I only half-listened, turning to look for Walter, but he had already gone. Retrieving my luggage, I was pointed to my chalet and headed there with a light swing to my step. I had met a man. I grinned all the way to my chalet.

 

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About the Author

Paris face pix2I am a passionate writer of gay short stories that touch on real social issues and inner conflict that confront gay black man. While sex is an important part of the content, its use to titillate is not abused but based on character choices and the consequences of that.
My aim is to engage the reader; entertain, arouse, move and think. I hope that my stories stimulate and leave an aftertaste for more.

My stories touch on a variety of topics that include: love, dating, sex, health, homophobia, aging, depression, religion, politics and much more.

I live in Atlanta GA and have lived in London, New York and the Caribbean. When I’m not writing or working (still have a day job…yawn), I work out, and haunt coffee shops till they throw me out. I am a night owl and write best at night when it’s quiet and the spirits are out (I’m kidding). I love to laugh and appreciate anything that’s creative.

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Daddy Bear by BJ Smyth

Happy Friday, smutty book lovers! Today I have BJ Smyth here with a sexy new book — I’ve read this one, trust me, it’s HOT!


Daddy Bear

It all starts with attraction.

Carter is Twenty-Two, insecure and desperate for a boyfriend. He also has a secret desire for older bear type guys.

Frank is Forty-Five, just out of a relationship. He has recently moved to the area escaping his old life and looking for a new start.

After a brief encounter at the local swimming pool, Carter can’t get Frank’s hot body out of his head. Can he make his Daddy Bear dreams reality?

But is Carter really what Frank needs in his life?

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Excerpt

I hear him drop his bag onto the bench as I resist the temptation to turn and face him. My body tingles with excitement knowing he is in the room with me and is about to get undressed. I can feel my cock stiffening as I imagine what he looks like naked. Trying to distract myself, I take my things out of the locker and place them on the bench.

Picking up my towel I sit down on the bench so I’m facing him and pretend to dry my feet, keeping my stiffening cock covered by the towel. He has his back to me as he removes his shirt. I take a deep breath as I watch him, his skin has a slight tan and his back is smooth, the muscles in his shoulders and arms look hard and tight. He has a large, black tribal tattoo running down the right side of his body. I take another sharp breath as he drops his trousers, bending over to remove them from his feet, he is wearing tight, white briefs, stretching across his arse, snugging his balls tight to his body. My cock stiffens more and I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip as he stands and folds his trousers to place them in the locker. His legs have dark hair over defined muscles and I can now see a small patch of hair in the centre of his lower back just above the waistband of his briefs.

I’m staring in awe of his fucking hot body, built like a fit rugby player. He suddenly turns and sits down on the bench to remove his socks. We are now facing each other and I continue to pretend that I’m drying my feet, feeling my face flush at the thought he may have caught me staring at him.

“It’s quiet here in the morning,” he says, his deep, gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, I’m usually the only guy around and there’s two women here regularly,” I reply, trying to keep the excitement showing in my voice.

As he stands, he slides his briefs off, balancing on one foot to remove them. My eyes scan his body, his pecs toned, covered in thick, dark hair, which runs down the centre of his chest, over his taut abs, meeting a thick patch of pubic hair nestled around his seven-inch uncut cock. His large, hairy balls hang between his thighs. I know I’m staring at his sexy hot body, but I can’t seem to look away.

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About the Author

alogoB.J. enjoys writing MM Erotic Fantasy to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced many of the situations in real life he brings these into his books. Preferring to have mature characters in the stories, escaping the cliché of college boy romance.

I Hope you read and enjoy my MM Erotic books as much as I enjoy writing them.

If you already enjoy MM books or are just curious about MM love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself.

Follow the rainbow to your dreams.

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Rent by Luke Jameson

Happy Friday, book lovers!

Today, I’m thrilled to share this hot new release for you from my Twitter-buddy, Luke Jameson!

Read on for the cover and blurb — and then click on a buy link to get your copy!


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Rent’s due, and Joe’s bank balance hovers perilously close to zero.

Desperate for cash, Joe hustles until he finds not just one man to satisfy, but a room full of hungry, powerful men in our nation’s capital. These men make laws that govern us all, and hide their true desires from everyone – except Joe.

Determined to extract every dollar he can from the corrupt elite, he dances his way into their fantasies, putting on a show that leaves them begging for release.

Joe and a fellow dancer put on a sizzling performance no one in the voyeuristic audience will ever forget. One night on stage doing what we all do in private guarantees he’ll never have problems making rent again.

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Autumn Fire is back on the e-bookshelf!

My first novel, Autumn Fire, is getting a snazzy new re-release today over at Deep Desires Press! (For those new to the party, Deep Desires Press is my publishing company for erotica and erotic romance.)

Most authors have that first novel that they really wish hadn’t seen the light of day. Not me. I love my first novel.

When I sat down to revise it (and it needed an overhaul), I fell in love with the characters and the story all over again.

Come along for the ride — I know you’ll love it!

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Interview with Nathan Bay, author of Young Forever

Greetings, book lovers! Today I’m thrilled to have Nathan Bay as my guest! Nathan is the author of Young Forever, which is out today, and I’ve got him here for a quick interview!


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Tell us about your latest release.

Young Forever is a gay erotic thriller. It tells the story of Roger Willis, a man who’s newly divorced and just turned forty. Roger is trying to navigate the complicated world of dating in a technology-driven era, where meeting men is so much different than it was two decades ago when he was last single.

That’s when a handsome young man named Ben Hudson comes along and gives Roger new hope for the future. There’s relationship potential, but Roger has secrets. What will happen when Ben opens the door to Roger’s past and the skeletons come tumbling out?

Meanwhile, gay men are mysteriously disappearing. Rumors suggest they’re being murdered, but there’s no evidence to prove it. The gay community is on edge, wondering if a serial killer is lurking in the shadows. Who’s responsible for the crimes and how can they be stopped?

Lies will be told. Hearts will be broken. Fluids will be spilled. It’s going to be a bloodbath.

Sounds exciting!

young-forever-nathan-bayWhat was the hardest or most difficult scene to write?

A pivotal death takes place in a morgue. I’d written it in a way that was action packed and dramatic. After I finished the first draft of it, I did some fact-checking with a group of morticians and found out the scene wouldn’t work from a technical perspective. I was feeling disappointed that I couldn’t use the scene, but then the morticians chipped in and started brainstorming. They came up with a unique and grisly way to die, and I don’t think it’s ever been presented this way before.

This time, I wanted to make sure I really understood the setting and details. I did research on YouTube watching instructional embalming videos with bodies being cut open and drained. I wanted to make sure I got everything right. The rewrite of the scene is truly horrific, and I’m proud of how it turned out. The subject matter is intense, and it took me to some dark places on the Internet to find answers, but I think it will pay off and be just as shocking for the reader.

*shudder* I don’t think I could do that kind of research… 🙂

What was your favorite scene to write?

Chapter 6: Teenage Dream. It’s the first sex scene between Roger and Ben, and I love everything about it. Although it comes fairly early in the book, it was one of the last scenes I wrote. I put it off for a long time because I felt the pressure of how special this scene needed to be. Not only was it the first sex scene between the lead characters, but it was also the most graphic sex scene I’d ever written—and I knew it was going to be. Procrastination paid off, because once I finally wrote it, I’d already written most of the other material, and I felt like I understood the dynamics of their personalities.

I wanted to capture that magic of new romance, and that testosterone-driven, lose-your-mind type of intensity when two guys want each other so badly that it feels like they can’t get deep enough. It’s not just penetration; it’s truly trying to connect with the other person’s body in a way so satisfying that their spirits merge.

I think (hope) that I’ve accomplished that. It was one of those scenes I stayed up all night writing because it just hit me all at once. When I finally dragged myself to bed in the morning, I felt like I’d gone on a journey. It’s rewarding to witness something palpable between two lovers using only words and imagination.

I know what that’s like — sometimes a scene just takes full control of your body and mind and you can’t do anything but give into it until it’s finished!

Why did you decide to self-publish?

Thanks to Amazon, I’ve discovered a diverse world of self-published authors who are bursting with creativity. They’re able to take more risks with their work and often delve into storylines that traditional publishers would not touch. As a reader, I love it, and as a writer, I wanted to be part of it.

That’s why I think self-publishing is the best fit for me. I like to explore abstract ideas without restrictions. I also like creative control over everything. I’m responsible for my book, the cover design, the marketing, and anything else attached to my name.

Amazon is helping validate this growing new market of writers and giving us a platform. This is an exciting time.

Do you like music while you write? Or do you prefer total silence?

Music is a contributing source of inspiration to my writing process. The Katy Perry song, “Teenage Dream,” is what the book is named after. These are the lyrics:

Let’s go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We’ll be young forever

My husband was so mad at me when I revealed the title because “Teenage Dream” was a special song for us. (Sorry, honey.) Now he only thinks of death when he hears it, and there are multiple lyrics within the song that can be given a cryptic slant if you think about it in a different light.

Another major contributor was the music video for Lady Gaga’s song, “Paparazzi.” I first got the idea several years ago when I was watching it and thought about all the beautiful young corpses on display in the mansion. I wondered what the story was, and what if it were a book? That’s where I got the idea for Young Forever. Thanks, Gaga.

I’ve put together a playlist of music that relates to the scenes in the book. The songs are arranged in chronological order, so if you want some ambiance while you’re reading, check it out at nathanbayauthor.com/youngforever.

Very cool! I love when the inspiration for a novel is so unique like this!

Well, folks, I hope you enjoyed this meet and greet with Nathan! Now, go over to Amazon and buy the book — it’s out today!


nathan-bayAbout the Author

Nathan Bay writes gay-themed fiction about ordinary people faced with extraordinary circumstances. His characters fight for love while fighting to save their lives, pitted against the dark forces of evil who threaten to take it all away. His other books include King of the Sea and The Invisible Plan.

Nathan currently resides in sunny California with his husband, son, a schnauzer named Mrs. Madrigal, and Iris, a cat with twenty-two toes.

Learn more about Nathan Bay at nathanbayauthor.com. Connect on Twitter @nathanbayauthor.

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Dancing Men by Adira August

Another day, another hot book! Read on for the blurb, cover, and excerpt of Dancing Men, by Adira August!

We’ve had Adira here on the blog a couple times before — this new book, Dancing Men is a follow-up to Matchstick Men and a sort of follow-up (meaning, same characters/universe) of On His Knees.

Dancing Men comes out on November 1st — but if you preorder now, it’s only 99 cents! On November 1, it’s goes up to $3.99!

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Blurb:

Sometimes the past just won’t stay buried.

An ancient burial urn, empty for millennia, is suddenly not so empty.

When Detective Lieutenant Hunter Dane probes the murder at Natural History Museum, it’s his own past that haunts him. To solve the complex case, Hunter needs the talents of Camden Snow, the brilliant, beautiful, “no limits” Dom who’d helped him unravel a very peculiar, and very personal, murder.

But now, Cam’s ready to kill Hunt, himself! Their high-intensity D/s relationship that began in a playroom, ended in an emergency room.

Detective Dane is about to discover that history does, indeed, repeat itself. And his brain and body—humming with suspect information and sensual anticipation—want so much more than a killer behind bars.

For adults who love some mystery with their men. A 60k police procedural with a liberal dose of M/M heat. The 2nd of the Hunter Dane Investigations. Matchstick Men, their 1st case, also available on Amazon.

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Excerpt:

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Cam pointed to the floor of the van between his legs as soon as Hunter entered through the backdoor.

“I’m on duty,” Hunt said.

“Not in this parking lot,” Cam told him. “Or did you forget?”

“You’re hard,” Cam said. Hunter shot a look out his passenger window. Noon. And the parking lot was busy.

“That’s just physiology,” Hunter said, sounding unconvincingly stern. “I’m working.”

Cam moved a lever and Hunt’s seat went almost completely flat. “You’re at lunch,” Cam told him.  

“I don’t have time.” Hunter’s voice was hoarse. Tight.  

“Five minutes, tops,” Cam said. “It’ll just feel a lot longer.”

Bent over under the low clearance of the van, Hunter licked his lips. His eyes flicked to the console at Cam’s left. He’d positioned his wheelchair behind it at a 90-degree angle, so the items on top were in easy reach.

Lube. A jar of something. Wipes. A heavy leather strap about two inches wide and a foot long. Designed for close work. Designed for pain. Agonizing in the hands of an expert.

Hunter’s eyes widened and went to Cam’s chair. He’d lowered the arms and fastened them back, out of the way, making his lap completely accessible. A deep flush raced up Hunt’s neck and over his face. A pulse pounded in the side of his neck.

Watching Hunter’s struggle between fear and desire, Cam forced himself to ignore the heat that flared low in his belly. He didn’t move or speak. Hunter Dane must make the choice to submit on his own.

But Cam knew he would. What Hunter Dane suffered now was guilt. Over Cam. He needed to suffer for his sins, or his guilt would forever be an obstacle between them.

And Camden Snow brooked no obstacles.

Hunter closed his eyes. “Two-way street,” he whispered and dropped to his knees.

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About Adira August:

adira-augustTYPOS ARE MY TRADEMEARK

I write mostly BDSM EROTICA because I love exploring the power dynamics and expanding the limits of what that is for my readers. The work is EXPLICIT but not HARDcore. I write about ALL the elements. I do not make kink lists for my titles.

I went to school interminably, it seemed like. I chased down bad guys, raised children, climbed mountains, played poker, searched for dinosaurs and have had a rather large number of lovers. (I’m not giving up any numbers ‘cause TMI, and ew.)  Through it all, I wrote.

No wonder I’m so tired.

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Worth The Fall by CC Strix

Greetings book-lovers! Today we’re featuring Worth The Fall by CC Strix! Read on for the cover, blurb, excerpt, and get to meet CC!


Blurb:

Jace Edwards can’t seem to catch a break, no matter how hard he tries. Deciding to end it all sounded like the perfect solution, until divine intervention put a kink in his plans

Kiran has one last chance to prove himself or kiss his wings goodbye. It sounded easy enough on the surface, until he realized there was more at stake.

The more time they spend together, the more Kiran begins to think life without wings may not be such a bad thing.

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Excerpt:

After finding food, Kiran and Jace dressed and left the old farmhouse, both dressed nearly identically in faded denim jeans and flannel shirts, boots and hats. The journey was mostly done in silence as both men were lost in thoughts of what was to come. Jace still had no real idea what part he was supposed to play, but he was choosing to trust Kiran, even though he honestly couldn’t tell himself why. Kiran was silent for much of the same reason, though unlike Jace, he was feeling confident he was finally going to beat Amitiel at something. This changed the closer they got to the small pub in the middle of nowhere. It reminded Jace of the ones he used to hustle at, and it made sense to him that this was the type of place where things would go down. The fact it was only a few towns away from where he did his hustling meant he’d likely run into some familiar faces too. This should be fun.

Just outside the pub, Kiran grabbed Jace’s elbow and forced him to stop. Jace spun towards Kiran, blinking in confusion, “What?”

Kiran stepped closer, one hand on Jace’s elbow, the other cupping his chin, “I need to be sure you are ready for this. I do not know exactly what we will be walking into, but I have my suspicions it will not be anything easy.”

Jace stared, dumbstruck, into Kiran’s eyes. He saw the hesitation and worry lingering like a raging storm in the depths of those deep brown eyes. If an angel was this freaked, what the hell chance did he have?

He leaned in and rested his forehead against Kiran’s. “Whatever happens, I’m ready. Obviously, I’m not afraid of dying.”

Jace flashed a teasing grin, much to Kiran’s dismay. Kiran let out a low, feral growl and took Jace’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugging and letting go. “No, you are not, but I will not allow that to happen now.”

Jace shrugged and averted his eyes, unable to face the intensity in which Kiran was staring at him. He mumbled, just under his breath. “Not until I finish the job at least.” Then turned and started back towards the door.

Kiran’s grip on Jace’s elbow tightened, “Not even then, Jace.” He let the subject, and Jace’s elbow, drop there. They had work to do.

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About CC Strix:

As a young child, CC would often immerse herself in books, loving the ability to lose herself in the magical worlds. As she grew older, she was no longer content reading about magical worlds and instead started to create her own. The paranormal called out to her and she was helpless to ignore it. Vampires, were creatures, angels, and demons all have stories to tell.

CC believes that love has little to do with what’s in one’s pants and as such, her stories contain couples that fit in all walks of life. She gave up pretending she had control of the voices long ago, it makes them all much happier that way.

When not writing, CC can generally be found cursing the state of Idaho and its numerous attempts to kill her with the pollen bombs, reading her ever-growing to-be-read pile of awesome books, dabbling in graphics or procrastinating in a number of other ways.

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