A cycle of ritual murders. A coven of dark warlocks, drawing
their immortality from the magic of their dead master. Two men sworn to stop the deaths,
destroy the warlocks, and avenge the victims. Except this time, the killer flips the
script.
Seth Tanner swore vengeance on the dark witches who
killed his brother, Jesse. He rescued Evan Malone from one of the witches, and they’ve fallen
in love despite the danger and chaos, going on the road to complete the quest and bring an
end to the ritual murders. Their relationship is still new, tested at every turn by danger and
magic.
Seth and Evan head to Charleston to stop the next warlock
and save his intended victim. But this time, they’re too late. The warlock has already
powered up, and he’s determined to destroy the two hunters one way or another. A deadly
curse on Seth and Evan means time is running out. Can they find a way to turn the tables, or
is Charleston their final destination?
Unholy is an urban fantasy MM paranormal romance
with plenty of supernatural suspense, hurt/comfort, hot sex, found family, dark magic, and
paranormal thrills. It is part of a series but can be read as a standalone and features an
evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels. Intended for readers 18 years
of age and older.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.
Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!
Trope/s: Action, mystery, hurt/comfort, geeks in love, supernatural
secrets, a brave historian and a lovelorn private detective, plus a guaranteed HEA. Old
secrets, hidden psychics, secret shifters, ghosts, scandals—and true love.
Themes: Age gap, starting over, friends to lovers,
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 60 000 words/200
pages
It is a standalone book, but
there are soft ties to Morgan’s Fox Hollow series. Other than the shared elements of the
magic emporium, it does not connect to any of the other books in the Magic Emporium
series.
Old secrets, hidden
psychics, secret shifters, ghosts, scandals—and true love.
Blurb
A series of long-ago disappearances leads cold case private
detective Austin Williams to investigate a troubled sanitarium. Jamie Miller is new in town,
temporarily running the local historical association, and he willingly signs on to help solve
Austin’s mystery. Sparks fly between them as they dig into the hospital’s troubled past. But
someone wants the past to stay buried—and is willing to bury Austin and Jamie to keep it
that way.
Haven is part of the Magic Emporium series. Each
book stands alone, but each one features an appearance by Marden’s Magic Emporium, a
shop that can appear anywhere, but only once and only when someone’s in dire need. This
book contains explicit scenes, action, mystery, hurt/comfort, geeks in love, supernatural
secrets, a brave historian and a lovelorn private detective, plus a guaranteed HEA. It is
loosely connected to my Fox Hollow series.
Excerpt
The alarm on Jamie’s phone went off, telling him it
was time to lock up. “I have to close on time,” Jamie said, sorry to bring the conversation to
an end. “Our insurance company won’t let me stay open beyond the posted times or have
anyone inside after we’re closed.”
Austin rose. “I understand. Thanks for listening. I’ll
be glad for any help.” He paused. “One more question—where’s a good place to get a bite to
eat?” he asked with a slightly shy smile that sent a surge of heat to Jamie’s
groin.
“Do you like pizza? Moosehead Inn is a locals’ joint
that serves great food. I was going to head over once I lock up—you’re welcome to join me
if you don’t have other plans,” Jamie offered, trying to sound nonchalant.
Did I just ask him out? Holy shit. I haven’t done
that in…forever.
Austin brightened, and his smile grew broader. “I’d
like that. I’ll wait outside. Can we walk there? I didn’t bring my car.”
Jamie nodded, still a little surprised at his own
boldness. “Sure. See you in a few minutes.”
He ushered Austin out the door and locked it
behind him. Fortunately, Jamie had gotten a head start on the lock-up checklist before the
sexy stranger arrived. He powered down the computer and started flipping off light switches
as he made his way toward the back door.
This was the part he really disliked. Once he turned
on the alarm system, the security lights would come on. But on the way to the back door,
the old house got darker, and the shadows stretched longer with every switch he
flicked.
I thought I knew what I was getting into when I
took the job. But it’s just temporary, and I’m still sending out applications for something
better, he reminded himself.
An old house like this was likely to have ghosts,
even without being turned into a museum of sorts. Bring together the personal belongings
of hundreds of people, bits of local history, journals, and letters, and it didn’t surprise Jamie
that the place was haunted. Even if no one else seemed to believe it.
Click, click, click. He turned off the lights in the foyer and the former sitting room and dining
room. Jamie had closed up the upstairs rooms early since it was a slow day. It held a storage
area, a library of books written by local authors and books about the Saranac Lake area, as
well as a conference room and a small classroom for lectures. The attic and basement were
storage areas that weren’t open to the public, which made Jamie very happy since both
gave him the creeps.
Click. The
lights in the old parlor went dark, and Jamie braced himself. On the nights the ghosts felt
frisky, this was when the shenanigans started.
A cool breeze out of nowhere made the hair on the
back of Jamie’s neck rise. He heard the glissando of crystal pendants gently bumping
together, the decorative dangles on a vintage oil lamp in the parlor that shouldn’t have any
reason to move.
Jamie resolutely ignored the shadow gliding just at
the edge of his peripheral vision as he hurried down the hallway. The kitchen doubled as the
staff room and was the least haunted place in the building. Jamie heard footsteps on the
stairs and forced himself to breathe. He knew there was no one else in the old house—at
least, no one living.
In the room to his left by the back door, the former
sewing room for the ladies of the house, he glimpsed a familiar gray figure and heard the
swish of crinoline and linen. To his right, in the small office that was once the cook’s room, a
rocking chair creaked.
Jamie’s hand shook as he set the alarm. The ghosts
didn’t act up every night, and some evenings they were more riled than others. So far, none
of them had tried to hurt him. As unsettling as the ghostly manifestations were, Jamie
couldn’t object to spirits wanting to stay in a place that meant something to them. He didn’t
mess with them, and he really hoped that meant they would return the favor.
The alarm beeped, and the security lights came on,
dim but enough to send the shadows scurrying. The sounds stopped, and the house grew
quiet. Jamie slipped out the back door and checked the lock, then let out a long breath. The
halogen light above the door made the area around the steps almost as bright as day. He
shook off the weirdness and smiled, excited about dinner with Austin.
It’s not a date. But I wish it was.
Maybe…
This could be a pleasant diversion, Jamie told
himself. Austin was just in town to look up some family history, and Jamie’s role with the
archive was temporary. Nothing said they couldn’t have a little fun while their paths
crossed.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.
Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!
The hunters become the hunted when the witch knows
they’re coming to get him, and has deadly plans of his own.
Blurb
One hundred years ago, a sheriff’s posse killed dark warlock
Rhyfel Gremory, but his witch-disciples escaped, and their magic made them nearly
immortal. To keep their power, each year one of the witch-disciples kills a descendant of one
of the men in the posse, a 12-year cycle that has cost dozens of lives, including that of Seth
Tanner’s brother, Jesse.
Seth rescued Evan Malone from one of the witches, and
they’ve fallen in love despite the danger and chaos, going on the road to complete the quest
and bring an end to the ritual murders. Their relationship is new, their emotions are raw,
and the danger is real. It’s a challenge to find their way as a couple while they’re on the road
together in the close quarters of Seth’s RV, training in magic and combat skills to fight off a
supernatural killer.
Their quest to stop a century-long killing spree takes them
to a small town in the Blue Ridge Mountains. They’re ahead of the sacrifice cycle, with plans
to stop the murders and kill the dark witch. Only this time, the hunters become the hunted
when the witch knows they’re coming to get him, and has deadly plans of his own.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.
Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!
Book Title: Unashamedly Us
(Offbeat Shifters Book 4)
Author: Colette
Davison
Publisher: Independently
published
Cover Artist: Colette
Davison
Release Date: April 13,
2021
Genre/s: Paranormal M/M
romance
Trope/s: Omegaverse,
shifters, age gap (19 years), mpreg, pop star, hurt/comfort, found family
Themes: Importance of
family, being true to yourself, standing up for yourself
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 77 000
words
Nott a sttandalone story. It is
the fourth book in a series, which should be read in order. At the very least, it should be
read after book 3, Unapologetically Me.
Charlie taught me I
deserved to be loved. Will I be brave enough to claim him as mine?
Blurb
Temporarily separated while Charlie is on tour, my love for
him grows. He is my future—or he will be, once we’ve made our relationship public.
Charlie has been patient—probably too patient—while I’ve
been struggling to get over my fear that history will repeat itself. An unforgiving media
destroyed my career, I don’t want the same thing to happen to the man I love.
Telling the world is one of many obstacles we have to
navigate. The only thing I’m sure of is that we’ll find our way together.
Unashamedly Us is the fourth book in Offbeat Shifters,
an m/m paranormal romance series with a continuing storyline. The series is best read in
order, however Charlie and Austin’s story begins in book 3, Unapologetically Me. This book
includes a monkey shifter who has to face his fears, an arctic fox shifter who will always
stand up for himself, extended families, steadfast friends, lots of children, and a HEA ending
for the main characters. There are pregnancy and birth scenes in this book.
Excerpt
“I’m feeling needy.” I walked up to him, pulling him close and kissing him while savouring his
touch and taste.
“Me too.” Charlie smiled and then leant against my body. He stroked my back and breathed
in deeply, his chest expanding against mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Memorising your scent.”
I kissed his hair and then inhaled so I could do the same. Charlie’s scent was very
distinctive—toffee apples and crisp autumn mornings. My heart squeezed tight at the
realisation that I wouldn’t get to hold, kiss, or be in the same room as Charlie for three
months.
Staying behind and keeping our relationship secret, for now, was the right
decision. Charlie didn’t need any stress on top of the rigours of touring. It didn’t matter that
his schedule was more relaxed than most singers enjoyed; the demands of performing
two-hour sets were exhausting. Worrying about the media gossiping about us was the last
thing he needed. Or maybe it was the last thing I needed, and Charlie was an easy scapegoat
for my fear.
But the media and Charlie’s fans would gossip the moment they found out we were a
couple. I was nineteen years older than him, and we were both omegas.
Charlie slipped his hands underneath my shirt and started to walk me backwards, kissing
me.
“This is nice,” I said during a brief break between kisses.
“I’m saying goodbye,” Charlie whispered as he tipped us both onto the sofa.
“Didn’t we do that this morning?”
“Uh-huh.” He pushed my shirt up and pressed kisses to my chest.
“And last night?”
“Yes, but I want to say it again.” He looked up at me. “I’m really gonna miss you.” He undid
my belt. “I need to feel your skin against mine one last time before I go.”
The first rule of being a bodyguard is never get involved
with your client. It should have been easy to follow, but Jesse Steele is a beautiful, kind
omega, who’s far more down to earth than a pop star has any right to be.
Someone discovering our tryst becomes the least of our
worries when it becomes clear Jesse has a stalker.
Can I love Jesse and protect him, or will my emotions cloud
my judgement and put him in danger?
Secretly Mine is an m/m paranormal romance with a
protective tiger shifter, a sweet monkey shifter, lots of cuddles, secret kisses, and piggy back
rides. Whilst it is set in an alternate universe where omegas give birth, there are no
pregnancy or birth scenes in this book.
Trigger warning for mentions of infertility.
BOOK 2
Openly Yours (Offbeat
Shifters #2)
Book 2 is a direct follow-on
from book 1 and will not have the same impact without having read book 1.
Now the tour is over, Isaac has to adapt to depending
financially on someone else for the first time.
When my world gets thrown into turmoil again, I need to
learn that relying emotionally on others isn’t a bad thing.
We have to face our biggest challenge together—creating a
different dream from the one we had envisioned.
Openly Yours is an m/m paranormal romance with a
loving tiger shifter, a sweet monkey shifter, enthusiastic family members, and lots of
cuddles. Whilst it is set in an alternate universe where omegas give birth, there are no
pregnancy or birth scenes in this book.
Trigger warning for scenes revolving around
infertility.
BOOK 3
Unapologetically Me
(Offbeat Shifters #3)
Book 3 could be read as a
standalone,
but has spoilers for the other
two so is definitely better read as part of the series.
Austin Steele is my idol. He’s also the guy I can’t get enough of.
Everyone thinks they know who I am—one of pop’s biggest divos. They don’t know me at
all. Austin Steele makes me want to see the real me, only there’s some problems:
We’re both omegas, he’s nineteen years my senior, he’s nursing old wounds, and he wants
to keep what’s happening between us a secret.
I thought a one-night stand was all I wanted. Now it’s becoming so much more. But how can
we look to the future when we can’t let go of our pasts?
Unapologetically Me is the third book in Offbeat Shifters, an m/m paranormal
romance series with a continuing storyline. This book includes a misunderstood and
unapologetic Arctic fox shifter, a caring capuchin monkey shifter, and a HFN ending. While
it’s set in an alternate universe where omegas give birth, there are no pregnancy or birth
scenes in this book.
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she
met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually
led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England
with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
They were supposed to be together forever. That was the
plan, but through a cruel twist of fate the night before their three-year anniversary, Tex
Davis lost the one man he would ever love, Memphis King. A year has passed and he still
hasn’t been able to move on. Everyone tells him it’s time, but what do they know? Memphis
was his partner in love and life. Losing him, broke Tex. Tex has been given an opportunity to move from
New York to Seattle. His friends and family are encouraging him to take it, but he has already
decided to decline the offer because that would mean leaving Memphis behind. Then something happened. Whether it be fate or something else, Memphis
came back to him. Tex’s first love is supposed to help him move on, but not even Memphis
can bring himself to force Tex to let him go. Is it so wrong to want to spend forever with the
person you loved most? Both hearts are begging to be unbroken.
About the Author
Maria Vickers is a bestselling
and award-winning author who currently resides in St. Louis, MO with her pug, Spencer
Tracy. She has always had a passion for writing and after she became disabled in 2010, she
decided to use writing as her escape. Life is about what you make of it, you have to live it to
the fullest no matter the circumstances.
From a young age, she has
always loved books and even dreamed of being an author when she was younger. Growing
up in the Navy, she used to weave tales for her siblings and her friends about anything and
everything. And when she wasn’t creating her own stories, she had a book in her hand. They
transported her to another world. She hopes that her readers will have the same experience
when reading her stories, and that, in some way, they can relate to her characters.
Getting sick changed her life
forever, but it also opened doors for her that she thought would always be out of reach.
Andrew Joseph Perez is an
actor, singer, stuntman, and advocate based in Los Angeles. Originally from a suburb of
Sacramento, he studied Drama at Seattle University before working regionally in theaters
from San Francisco, CA to St. Petersburg, FL. He’s toured internationally with Armed Forces
Entertainment and has voiced characters for Netflix, Playstation, X-Box, and others in
projects ranging from Dynasty Warriors to Gundam. In addition to his performance work,
Perez is also an advocate for the disabled and a fundraiser and partner with the Movember
Foundation, fighting Prostate Cancer, Testicular Cancer, and suicide in men worldwide
(mobro.co/andrewjperez).
You can find him on
Instagram and Youtube @andrewjosephperez, and on Twitter, Facebook, and the web
@andrewjperez or andrewjperez.com. Follow, subscribe, and stay tuned for upcoming
projects, or join his Patreon, also @andrewjosephperez, for exclusive behind-the-scenes
content, extras, and secret releases and updates.
Austin Steele is my idol. He’s also the guy I can’t get enough of.
Blurb
Austin Steele is my idol. He’s also the guy I can’t get enough of.
Everyone thinks they know who I am—one of pop’s biggest divos. They don’t know me at all. Austin Steele makes me want to see the real me, only there’s some problems:
We’re both omegas, he’s nineteen years my senior, he’s nursing old wounds, and he wants to keep what’s happening between us a secret.
I thought a one-night stand was all I wanted. Now it’s becoming so much more. But how can we look to the future when we can’t let go of our pasts?
Unapologetically Me is the third book in Offbeat Shifters, an m/m paranormal romance series with a continuing storyline. This book includes a misunderstood and unapologetic Arctic fox shifter, a caring capuchin monkey shifter, and a HFN ending. While it’s set in an alternate universe where omegas give birth, there are no pregnancy or birth scenes in this book.
Excerpt
“I can’t remember the last time I just hung out with someone before this week.” I laid my head on his shoulder. “That’s not true. It was right before my first album went viral.”
“That’s a long time.” Austin didn’t sound even remotely surprised.
“I guess you know how that feels, huh?”
“Yes.”
“The cupcakes will be cool enough to decorate.” I cleared my throat and stood.
We’d been having fun, and I didn’t want to drag the day down with drama about how lonely I was. Had been. Could I consign my loneliness to past tense now that I was spending time with Austin?
“I’ll help you make some icing if you want.”
“That might help,” Austin said around a chuckle.
I showed him the recipe I liked to use, loaded up a piping bag for him, and hand over hand showed him how to use it.
“You’ve gotta be gentle,” I said as I left him to it.
I carefully cut a hole out of the centre of each of my cupcakes, into which I pushed a fresh strawberry. Then I popped the top back on and began to ice them. I’d coloured my icing a soft shade of pink, much paler than the bright red of the strawberries. Using a controlled motion, I spiralled the icing onto the top of each cupcake.
“Bollocks!” Austin said.
I looked around to see that his hands were covered in icing, and the nozzle had shot off the piping bag onto one of his cupcakes. Icing dripped everywhere.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You squeezed too hard, didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t coming out,” he grumbled.
He put the piping bag into a bowl, washed his hands, and grabbed a spoon. I watched for a moment as he dolloped icing onto the top of each cupcake. They looked anything but pretty. Still chuckling to myself, I finished mine off by sprinkling the tiny pieces of chopped strawberry over the icing.
“It’s obvious who’s won,” Austin said.
“No, it’s not. Don’t we have to do a taste test or something?”
“I guess so.”
“Get a couple of plates out.”
He complied. I cut one of his cupcakes in half and put a piece on each plate, then did the same with one of my own.
“Forks?”
“We could use our fingers?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how they do it on cooking shows.”
Austin smiled and grabbed a couple of forks. “We should taste the same one.” He handed me a fork. “Mine first.”
“Why?”
“So we’re saving the best until last? We’ll need to eat yours to get rid of the taste of mine.”
“They can’t be that bad.”
He raised his eyebrows. We both took a bite.
“Oh.” The cupcake was like a dry rock in my mouth.
“See what I mean?” Austin said around his own mouthful.
I grabbed some water to wash it down. “They’re not bad for a beginner. A little dry.”
“And heavy.”
“You might want to try adding a bit of milk when you’re mixing the ingredients. It helps to make the mixture light and fluffy.”
“What would help the taste?”
“Some vanilla-bean paste. It’s much better than vanilla extract,” I added, glancing at the small brown bottle of extract that Austin had bought but obviously not used in his own cakes.
Austin nodded thoughtfully before trying my cake. He closed his eyes and murmured his approval. “Now this is like an orgasm in my mouth.”
I snorted a laugh. “A what?”
“An orgasm in my mouth.” He devoured the rest of his half of the cupcake and then put his plate down. “You win.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What do I win?”
“A kiss.” His lips and tongue tasted of strawberries and icing.
“Good prize.”
Check out the first two books in the Offbeat Shifters Series
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
Fern’s fate was never his to decide, and now Wereduin Society challenges him in the most brutal way possible.
Blurb The Offering is nearing the end, and Fern will become a mated beta. So far, he’s been unsuccessful at escaping his alpha, Donovan Blackfang. But in their world, where it’s dog eats dog, Don might be the key to Fern’s survival. Read the conclusion of the Offering in the riveting second book of the Wolves of Wereduin series.
Excerpt Hands grabbed my ankle, and I collapsed to the ground, barely time to catch myself on my forearms. How the hell had I missed that alpha lying near a quilt waiting for two challengers to end their fight? Upon seeing me, he must have decided that I was more desirable and snatched me instead. He made quick work of trying to get at my first claim mark. I growled at him before I went limp. Papa had taught me a trick that just might work with this alpha. He didn’t look too smart. He leered down at me like a hungry predator about to eat a willing meal. He leaned over me, whispering. “You submit so beautifully. You’re such a beautiful beta.” The moment he was near, I shoved my fingers into his eyes. He yelped back, clutching his face. Quickly I rolled out from under him and darted to my feet, running with all I had. Another alpha spotted me and came at me from the side. The previous alpha—now raving mad at what I had done to him—gained on me from behind. My quilt was located at the top of a cliff to the east. But I was getting closer. I wanted to yell for help from Don. I mouthed the words, but my voice didn’t work. Yet another alpha charged me. I saw a beta who had been pinned by him. Looking relieved, she dashed to her feet and made it back to her quilt. Her alpha gave her stone-cold eyes and turned away from her. While the alpha hadn’t thrown her beta out, it looked like she might. The beta got to her knees. Going over, she fell at her alpha’s feet, kissing them, rolling onto her belly. It nagged me that I might have to do that for Don as well. Either way, I had no time to watch the other beta and her alpha or think about the consequences that awaited me at my quilt. A fourth alpha blocked my path. Shit. I was winded and tired. He jumped, tackling me to the ground. As he took me down, the other alpha jumped on him from behind. The one attacking from the side jumped in as well. I was smashed underneath them as they bit and clawed, trying to kill each other and get to me. I could barely breathe. I saw my quilt through an opening between their bodies. Don was sniffing the other betas approvingly. No! I wasn’t going to lose to any of them, and I certainly wasn’t going to let any of these assholes claim me. I decided to use their fighting to my benefit. Crawling through the moving tangle of bodies, arms, and legs, I squeezed my way out of the mass. I was a lot smaller than any of them, so I was able to fit. Had I been taller, it would have been impossible. One of them realized what I was doing and grabbed my ankle, sinking his claws into my skin. Yelping, I kicked as hard as I could and freed myself. I got to my feet the quickest I ever had and raced up the side of the cliff. I saw my quilt only several meters away. I could make it. Don glanced up from the beta he sniffed. The damned thing had the gall to roll around on my quilt. If the beta won their challenge and the alpha accepted them, the quilt now belonged to the new beta. Jealousy and something else flared up inside me. Rage. I wanted that beta gone—wanted all those betas off my quilt, but particularly that one, probably because of all of them, she had the most of Don’s attention. I met Don’s gaze as one of the alphas chasing me grabbed my ankle, and I fell into the dirt. It hurt a lot, but I wasn’t about to stop. Head-banging him—and thanking every mosh pit I had ever been in—I crawled away from the alpha. On hands and knees, I made it to my quilt. A second alpha grabbed me the moment my fingers snagged the fabric. I didn’t let go. “Get off! Don!” Would he leave me to be claimed by one of these savages? He had the right to. I had left him of my own free will. He was under no obligation to help me. But…he’d said he loved me? The alpha punched my side, and I gasped, letting go of the quilt. I knew what he planned to do by instinct. Without thinking, I covered the back of my neck over the final claiming spot. Fangs tore into my fingers and the back of my hand, tearing flesh and muscles, and sinking into my bones. One of his fangs succeeded in going between my thumb and index finger, piercing my skin. Agony tore through my body worse than any pain I had ever experienced. It hurt straight down to my soul. Was this the bond I had with Don being broken? I had heard it was the most painful thing a beta could experience, being claimed after they already had an alpha, even one who was still in the process of claiming them. Don and I had gotten further than I ever realized. I screamed as much as my trapped body allowed. Blood covered my hand. He bit, again and again, trying to pull my hand away. “Don, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please! I’m begging you!” Words spilled from my mouth. I had no power over them. My insides, my head, my heart, every pore on my body burned. I needed my alpha. This new challenger was succeeding in removing my death grip. Was this it? Did I finally push Don too far? Would I end up with a much worse fate? This terrible werewolf most likely lived on the streets. Maybe he would even turn me into a sex slave to earn some money. “Don…please…”
About the Author
Rosary is an author of erotica ranging from sweet and fluffy to dark and taboo. She aims to foster a sex-positive experience for readers to indulge their fantasies in a fun and safe space. Sometimes she uses her writing to journey into the often hidden and taboo depths of human sexuality. And hopes readers will take away from her stories, not an acceptance of violence and sexual abuse, but rather a way to embrace their inner desires often shamed by society.
Cursed. Abandoned. Ryu Suzuki is no stranger to these things.
For years he wandered the Outlands with nothing but his Katana to keep him safe. Kuroi kage—Black Shadow is what they call him. A phantom Omega. He belongs nowhere. He is no-one. Until a vicious disease spreading like wildfire threatens everyone he loves.
After a series of unfortunate events, the game changes. Now he’s forced to go back to his long-forgotten pack, the Silvercrest Howlers. Suddenly, he’s staring at the man who ruined everything in the first place.
The Alpha that betrayed him. The White Lotus.
Micah McCorbyn.
He also happens to be his mate.
Claw of Exile is a dark MM romance series. Each book is a whirlwind experience, high octane and will have you at the edge of your seat. Enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, hurt comfort, gay paranormal romance, gay betrayal romance and so much more. Follow Ryu into the Exiled series and strap yourself in for a wild ride.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
The Outlands
Yokohama Japan 21’
Ryu Suzuki is rotten.
Like all forbidden fruit, they say, he appears lush with deliciousness, but his insides are the color brown, sodden with the foul stench of bacteria. They are black and blue they say, slimy green, covered with rot and deterioration. It’s disgusting to look at.
The fruit is shriveled up, with pus oozing through the thick skin. On the outside he looks perfectly normal, shining—shimmering in the light, deceiving everyone.
Ryu is the picture of ripening fruit, ample with flavor, ready to be tasted and explored by anyone who dared. Conversely, among other fruits, he would never let on his infectious disease until it was too late, and it spread.
They say Ryu Suzuki is indeed rotten to the core.
His bitter hands grip the headboard as the man above moves forcefully. The durable bend and twists of his hips make him choke violently, back arching off the bed, pale skin shining in the moonlight.
His hair sprawls like a black curtain, long and silky in the sheets. Earlier that day, it had been upon him, the slick and fever of desire, so ripe and deep it made him wrench in anguish.
Ryu found the closest Alpha, decent size, large and empowering, and released his intoxicating scent. No Alpha could ever resist. Ryu lured him into his tiny apartment, no more the size of a small box, with the bathroom and kitchen all being in one spot.
The Alpha didn’t ask questions, he tossed Ryu onto the bed, tearing off his clothes in a deep rage that would later consume him in his rut.
No kisses. No words of any kind.
Just lips, teeth, and skin.
Fuck—the man licks down the pale column of his neck, lapping at the skin, tonguing his glans, causing passion to tear through him.
He comes again for the fifth time that evening, soaking the Alpha and the sheets. This goes on for several more hours. When it’s over, they are both covered in sweat, the stench of sex and freesia filling the room.
The Alphas knot dies down.
And Ryu knows what’s coming next. The Alpha stands, barely letting the air cool around them, throwing on his tight white t-shirt and jeans, his physique muscular, arms rippling and straining against the fabric.
He isn’t bad looking.
Just not at all Ryu’s type.
“You got a mate?” The Alpha asks.
They all did. Ryu ignores the question, lazily stroking his flat stomach, noting the sharp arch of his hip bones. He hasn’t eaten in days.
“Silent type eh?” The Alpha probes. “Look…. I only did this because you seemed desperate.”
That’s what they all say. Ryu wants to crackle in maniacal laughter. He doesn’t though, his eyes watch coolly, like a feline.
“You have a mate,” he continues. “I can tell. Your Māku is strong, very strong. He must be a powerful Alpha. You shouldn’t be wandering around here without him. Whatever happened between you two… it doesn’t matter…the stench of another Alpha on his Omega is enough to drive one mad…”
Isn’t that what Ryu wants? To drive his Alpha mad? He turns his head away dismissively. This conversation is over.
About the Author
Heaven and hell, demons and angels. J.K Jones has always had an affinity for otherworldly things. From her debut novel, it’s easy to see she loves all things crawling in the shadows. As it so happens, J.K Jones is the author of a gritty, fun, action-packed, soul-rending novel. Her characters are so dark and twisted they defy the dimensions of this world. She does not believe in HEA, she does believe in writing a suitable ending for her characters. Never will you read any of her works where the characters ride off into the sunset together. Not going to happen. There is nothing J.K. Jones loves more than a tragic ending. She is an avid reader, poet, and LGBTQ activist. She is a University graduate with a BA in Sociology, also has a TESOL certificate for teaching English as a Second Language.
