Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Read a hot #teaser from #newrelease #MMromance #gay #fantasy Dragon Bridge @evernightpub @parr_books E. D. Parr It took me a year to write Dragon Bridge, weaving my legend through the love story to provide the background for characters.



Tired from his high stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes.

In a beachside café, next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza.

Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to.

Claudio wants Key.

Key is enchanted by Claudio.

A passionate love grows between the two men.

When Claudio’s mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay with his loved one?







From E. D. Parr

I first started thinking about this story around two years ago when I saw a shadow across the full moon that looked like a dragon. It was a dark gray cloud, but it captured my imagination and for a year, I considered a plot that might work that sight into a story and so the legend of Ponte Drago, (Dragon Bridge) was born.

It still took me a year to write Dragon Bridge, weaving my legend through the story to provide the background for characters.

I researched Italy, where the bulk of the story takes place, a little, just enough to imagine places that might exist, but not enough to describe existing towns as I wrote that might take away from the mysterious element I wanted in the story. I’d love to visit Italy for the art that exists there … maybe one day.

My lovely hero Key Alder is an ordinary guy, worn down by life as many people are. Naturally, I’m in love with him, as I am with all my characters. His journey in this love story restores his confidence and displays his courage.

Claudio Di Fiore, my other hero is, as Key Alder puts it, gorgeous and enigmatic. I think, right now, he is one of my favorite characters from any of my MM romance stories. His love for Key is steadfast and fierce. He's fearless until he falls in love with Key when he only fears losing him.

The story is contemporary gay MM romance, fantasy, adventure, and paranormal romance.

I hope readers enjoy the legend and the love story as much as I loved writing it.

E. D. Parr


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Key’s thighs weakened. He swept his hands down to Claudio’s ass and thrust against him. His lower body contacted Claudio’s and he moaned low into Claudio’s kiss. “I feel the same.”

The beautiful man in his arms sighed as he kissed him. “I want you so much. I have to tell you. This, the way I feel about you, it’s new to me. Feel my heart.” He grabbed one of Key’s hands and pressed the palm to his chest.

Key gasped at the touch of Claudio’s fingers and the muscles beneath his hand. Claudio’s heart thumped. Key whispered between kisses. “My heart is racing, too. Claudio, the moment I saw you something happened to me…”

Claudio kissed him—surged against him.

A groan escaped Key at the feel of Claudio’s rock hard cock through his pants. He shifted his hips a little so that his own aching dick pressed on the hard column. He held Claudio’s face and kissed him, pouring tenderness into the embrace as seeds of love mingled with lust.

“Key, we need to talk. You know, to find out things about each other. Have dinner with me tomorrow. Meet me. There’s a restaurant hotel in the valley. I don’t perform tomorrow night. It’s the fire eater’s spotlight.” He stopped whispering and kissed Key.

“I’d love to have dinner with you.” Key answered a breath away from Claudio’s lips.

Claudio moved half a step away. He shook his head slowly. “I have to go. The troupe will wonder where I am. I don’t want to. I want to be here in your arms. The restaurant tomorrow night in the valley, 8:00, okay, it’s called Luna Blu.” He smiled.

Key nodded. “I’ll find it.” He grabbed Claudio close and hugged him tight. Then he let him go.

Claudio slipped his hand around Key’s jaw and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I just had to have one more kiss.” He turned to leave.

Key grasped his wrist.

Claudio looked back, his eyes dark and full of tenderness.

Key kissed him. “So did I. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Claudio’s wrist slipped from his loosened grasp. He watched the beautiful man stride away.

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Friday, July 8, 2022

Sale blitz for #MMromance #Darkfantasy #gay #mystery The Devil's Necromancer Read a #teaser from guest #author @ProwlingPiper Alexa Piper and @changelingpress

 

 

Paranormal Romance, Dark Fantasy, LGBTQ, Murder Mystery

Date Published: October 2021

 

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Lionel, a necromancer and consultant for the Brunswick Police Department, wants nothing to do with immortals. Specifically, he wants nothing to do with Lucifer, who shows up on his doorstep one day with a ridiculous proposal. Lucifer, also known as the Devil, wants Lionel to be his pretend boyfriend. Except the pretend part is something the Devil doesn’t really seem to care for.

Lucifer has read enough romance novels to know that a good dose of forced proximity might be just the thing to get the stubborn necromancer he desires into his bed. The Devil’s plans are soon complicated when Lionel proves more uncooperative and oblivious to love than Lucifer could ever anticipate.

While the Devil wants to claim Lionel, all Lionel wants is to get away from Lucifer. Meanwhile, magic users are being murdered in the city. Lionel cannot escape the implications of those murders for long, and the case soon takes a different turn. Will Lionel be able to escape the Devil’s thrall, or will the necromancer fall for the immortal seducer?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Devil’s Necromancer contains scenes involving dubious consent that some readers may find offensive.

 


EXCERPT

Copyright ©2021 Alexa Piper

 

It was past midnight, and the stars that looked like sprinkles of white chocolate in the velvety dark night sky were overshadowed by the city lights and the waxing moon. I lay on the embankment, North Bridge’s metal frame rising just to my right and further hiding the chocolate sprinkle stars. My feet were wet, but I didn’t mind, not the embankment or the wet feet or the stars melting away in the light and the artificial structures around me. The zombie was oozing all over me from its -- his -- caved-in skull, and I did mind that. Zombie ooze was a bitch to get out of clothes, even if I’d given up on wearing colors years ago. Black simply was the safest bet for a necromancer.

Zombies reeked when they weren’t really fresh, and this one was ripe -- fish-market-in-the-summer-heat-three-days-after-closing ripe. I looked up and considered my life choices, all of which had led me here.

“Do you need CPR?” someone said. It was a warm, manly voice, and I was reasonably sure it could make chocolate melt, star-shaped or otherwise.

I stuffed my self-pity away and turned my head to get a better look at the speaker. He was as handsome as a devil, with skin that looked like marble in the glow of the city at night. His hair shimmered liquid black, but it might have been some shade of brown in proper lighting. It went well past his ears and looked styled with care to get that messy, I just got up out of bed after a night of hard fucking look.

“Why the fuck would I need CPR?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like I’d just considered crying a moment ago, and I was proud of that.

The guy shrugged. “It’s hard to tell with humans. Your kind is so accident prone, and you seem to be having trouble breathing. Or maybe you hit your head? Do you remember how you got here?”

Did he fucking think I was suffering from amnesia or a head injury or something? “I’m having trouble breathing because I have a fucking dead zombie on my chest, asshat,” I said. In my considered necromantic opinion, I was being perfectly polite, even though I couldn’t be sure what kind of creature the guy was. I’d given him a quick glance with my mage sight, and human he was not.

Jeez, I hated gods and otherworldly beings.

“All zombies are dead,” Mr. Sexy said. “It’s a prerequisite. This one seems to have had its brainstem properly destroyed, however.”

“Oh, smarty-pants, thanks a bunch for the lecture. The basics of necromancy have ever escaped me, even after I raised my very first corpse thirteen fucking years ago.” It had been a blackbird that had died when he crashed into a window at my school. I had cradled the poor thing in my hands as it breathed its last, had cried, and that had triggered my necromancer power. Pretty boy did not need to know that. Every other person I’d ever told had made fun of me for it.

“You could have suffered a head injury with amnesia. How am I supposed to know what you know?” He walked toward me. His movements were silent, cat-like, and more elegant than was right. Even despite the zombie oozing out on me, my cock couldn’t quite ignore him. Seriously, though, what was up with his fixation on first aid and amnesia?

He grabbed the zombie by the legs and pulled the dead-dead corpse off me. “Oh. You caved in its skull with a rock,” he said when he saw the murder weapon in question, the goo glistening on its stony surface. Well, it wasn’t really a murder weapon, seeing as how the zombie had been dead, but details. “How traditional.” He held out a hand to me, and I took it and let him pull me back to my feet. “I’m Lucy, by the way. Short for Lucifer, but I prefer Lucy. As in Lucy Westenra, the woman who almost single-handedly turned Dracula into the first reverse harem romance novel ever before she made the wise decision to claim immortality instead. She was such an underrated character, and I really don’t know why people don’t like her more.”

I dusted myself off. Didn’t help with the wet feet or the zombie ooze, which I really only distributed, like soft butter on hot toast. The shirt I was wearing was ruined. Good thing I had a dozen other plain black shirts just like it back home. “Maybe because she fucking ate children.”

He shrugged. “Well, everyone has a craving now and then. No one judges women’s monthly chocolate cravings, and I don’t see how that was so much worse.”

My brain caught up with the conversation. Lucifer? The Lucifer? The fucking Morning Star, seducer of stuffy virgins and lover of apples? I looked at him. Up at him. Asshole was tall and handsome, the kind of guy I could only ever talk to with about three drinks in me. “You’re the Devil? Satan? Beelzebub?”

“Lu-cy,” he said, slowing down as if he was reconsidering the brain damage thing. Even his eyebrows were perfect, which I only noticed because he pulled one of those up, something most people couldn’t do in real life. He could. And he looked hot doing it. Hotter.



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Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. Alexa loves writing stories that make her readers laugh and fall in love with the characters in them. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter or TikTok, and subscribe to her newsletter!


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Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Sizzle with an #erotic #teaser for #throwbackThursday from #MMromance #gay #scifi #thriller #horror Love in Danger from E. D. Parr @parr_books and @evernightpub

 



Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.

 

Lovers, handsome Corin JaKobi and gorgeous Marcus D’Ath are members of an elite planetary squad that rid the city sectors of the mysterious and dangerous Fallen.

When an old friend uncovers the true horrific nature of the elders in the organization they work for, anger at their duplicity drives Corin, Marcus, and rogue squadron hunter, Zeb to plan for the ruling group’s demise.

 

It won’t be easy, and when Marcus is captured and detained at the elders’ pleasure, Corin’s white-hot fury at the thought of losing the man he loves knows no bounds.

 

Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?

Can the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?



#ThrowbackThursday teaser 18+ (explicit MM love scene)

Marcus took off his leather jacket with its Zangnuit insignia, the only item of uniform he’d worn for the mission. Skycars were practically indestructible and heavily armed, so protective clothing was unnecessary. He turned to check on Corin who’d followed him into their living area.

Corin gazed at him with eyes so full of tenderness the look sent a melting sensation speeding through his body.

Corin dropped his jacket on a nearby chair.

“Marcus.” Corin breathed his name.

Marcus locked his gaze with Corin’s and a ripple of sexual excitement raced up his cock as he read the level of desire in Corin’s expression.

Corin grabbed him close in a hug, and kissed down his neck raising such delicious tingles, Marcus threw his head back to have more kisses there.

He pushed at Corin’s soft jersey shirt, and Corin moved back to drag it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Corin pulled Marcus back into his arms and rained gentle kisses over his mouth as he murmured soft sounds.

Marcus swept his hands over Corin’s back. The satin feel of his lover’s skin tore a low moan from him. He returned Corin’s kisses with growing passion. His entire body felt melted with love. He floated in a haze of delight as Corin kissed him and thrust against him so that the hard columns of their cocks met. When Corin pushed his hands inside Marcus’s shirt, he dragged himself away from Corin’s addictive kisses and tore it off. He crashed against Corin then, thrusting his hips on his lover’s, moaning low and grasping handfuls of Corin’s glossy hair.

Corin broke away and with frantic moves opened Marcus’s pants. He pushed them down Marcus’s thighs.

Marcus winced as his aching cock sprang free leaving a patch of pre-cum on his stomach. Pleasure coursed through him as Corin took his cock in both hands and stroked. He met Corin’s mouth in a kiss that threw him into a fog of sexual need so bad he groaned open mouthed onto his lover’s lips. “I need to come—I’m so hard I ache for you. Fill me.”

Corin tightened his grip on Marcus’s dick. His strokes increased as he kissed Marcus.

With every stroke, his thighs weakened. Marcus had to let go of Corin’s beloved body and lean a palm on the wall. He rocked his hips driving his leaking cock into Corin’s grasp as his orgasm hovered in his balls, between his legs, and his ass rim sparked with tingles from nerves used to having Corin’s dick excite them. Thoughts and words disappeared under the onslaught of delicious feeling and all he could do was thrust his hips. Powerful waves of sensation flew along his cock. He orgasmed with such intensity he couldn’t breathe or see. He dropped his face onto Corin’s shoulder and moaned there as his cum spurted.

It took long moments before he could raise his face to Corin’s and then a smile spread on his lips unbidden as he kissed his lover between phrases. “Corin, beloved … I love you so much … and, and that was awesome … fill me now … come inside me…”

Corin maneuvered him to the large couch by the window. “I’m not going to last even seconds once I’m in your gorgeous ass. Get those pants off. I have a cock-sheath … double extra lube, extra gossamer thin…” He snatched a large foil square from the pocket in the back of his leather pants.

Marcus watched, his breath catching as Corin pushed down his pants and his cock, huge and leaking escaped the confines. “Let me.” His fingers tingled as he contacted Corin’s, taking the foil from Corin. He tore it open and took out the protection dripping with lube, but so light when he rolled it onto Corin’s dick he felt the veins and throbs in time to Corin’s moans. He stood and merged his lips in a lingering adoring kiss on his lover’s and then turned and bent over the couch grasping the back and levering his ass up for Corin to fill.

His breath left him in a hoarse whoosh as the pleasure of Corin’s slick cock entered his ass. He closed his eyes and his own dick responded to the deep luscious sensation as his lover fucked him.

Corin held his hips, stroking in and almost out of his ass until Marcus was frantic to come again. His dick hardened and his balls lifted. A place under his balls but inside his ass that always raced waves of sparkling pleasure through him ignited with sensation, and he groaned loudly. A mass of feeling, almost mindless, he still registered Corin coming into him.

Corin’s fingers dug into his hips. He jerked and moaned. “Marcus…”

His name murmured with such tenderness, sent him over the edge, and he orgasmed again. His head fell forward as his cum dropped to the seat of the couch. He fought for breath.

Corin lay over his back and dotted wet kisses on his shoulder.

Marcus turned his head hoping Corin could reach his mouth to kiss him.

Corin responded and grazed his mouth on the corner of Marcus’s lips.

It took a while before he tried to move, during which time, his cock jerked with aftershocks of orgasm and Corin’s dick throbbed in his ass. He floated in pleasure until

Corin gently helped him up, sliding his dick from Marcus’s ass.

He twisted around and pulled Corin into a hug. “I don’t think I will ever have enough of your loving.”

Corin drew away from the hug. “Marcus, I want you to know you mean so much to me.”

Surprise spiked Marcus. He must love me. Is he afraid I will betray him the way Zeb did? Is that why he doesn’t tell me so?

I’ll never leave you. I love you. That won’t ever change.” He held Corin’s face and kissed him, pouring all the tenderness that surged in his heart for Corin into the embrace, but as he drew away, a worrying question dropped into his mind. Does he still love Zeb and has he just tried to chase that away after seeing him on the street? Marcus smiled gently at his lover. “Has what we just did anything to do with the fact we saw Zeb tonight?” He ran a fingertip softly down Corin’s face.

No, no. I wanted you.” He took Marcus’s hand. “Sometimes, the way you look at me, I’m compelled to grab you close, feel your skin under my hands…”

Marcus read hesitation in Corin’s eyes.

“Though, since you mention Zeb, something strange and dangerous is going on, Marcus, and seeing him, even after you told me he’d returned from banishment, until I saw him I’d pushed away this idea, but … I need to talk with him.”

A sigh escaped Marcus. Love and anxiety mingled. “What if we go right now and confront Zeb?”

Corin gave a slight nod.

“Okay, but on total stealth, on one skybike. Suit up.”

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Writing Love in Danger from E. D. Parr,

When I wrote Love in Danger, I wanted the story to have a completely different feel to my other stories.

So what’s different in Love in Danger? The two main romantic heroes are already together as Love in Danger starts. They’re warrior partners and lovers. They’ve been together for some time.

Writing this story with the heroes already in love gave me such pleasure, I might have to write another story where this is the case. (Smiles) The love between Corin and Marcus is obvious, but Corin can’t admit that he loves Marcus by saying the actual words, and that forms the romance ‘conflict’ within the story. This Sci-Fi story has horror themes, and adventure.

Marcus adores Corin and isn’t afraid to say so. He’s a sweetheart and it shows in how we see him assisting Corin.

Both heroes are special to me. Their origins and courage are epic. Their love is red hot and tender. I don’t know any authors who don’t fall in love with their characters. I always do, so I hope that readers love Corin and Marcus. I hope too, that readers enjoy the inclusion of another warrior in the story, Zeb, who used to be Corin’s lover. He’s a big part of the story without being part of the romance.

I hope readers enjoy Love in Danger, as much I loved writing it.





 


Friday, June 17, 2022

Saturday Snippet #preview #teaser from E. D. Parr's upcoming release Dragon Bridge. #gayromance #PNR #MMromance #suspense #fantasy from @evernightpub

Saturday Snippet


Tired from his high stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes.

In a beachside café, next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza.

Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to.

Claudio wants Key.

Key is enchanted by Claudio.

A passionate love grows between the two men.

When Claudio’s mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay with his loved one?


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Key’s fascinated gaze traced each part of the acrobat’s torso. The shine on his skin indicated a moisturizer of some kind and Key allowed himself to imagine smoothing it on, slipping his palms over the acrobats stomach and down the funnel of his hips. His eyes mesmerized, with dark lashes and perhaps kohl liner. Tiny twinkling stars ran over his cheekbones and across the breadth of his chest.

Key sighed as the acrobat soared in a high arc through flaming hoops as if the height and heat meant nothing to him. This man was breathtaking. Key stared and wished he could somehow meet this acrobat. The others in the troupe receded into the background for Key. When beautiful Claudio smiled at him, for a few seconds Key couldn’t breathe and then, elated, he returned the smile.

As the performance ended, Key’s spirits fell. Maybe he smiles at any audience member. It’s part of being a performer. It meant nothing. Even so, he kept that smile in his heart. Key raked the crowd with an anxious gaze for the beautiful acrobat desperate for one last sight of him. Then the man was before him—older than Key had thought—more beautiful and talking to him—touching him. This proximity affected him so much Key had to force the words from his mouth to tell the acrobat that he couldn’t speak Italian. 

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Monday, June 6, 2022

The dark past Will thought he escaped from is not quite done with him. Releasing June 10, #gay #darkfantasy Witch Wolf. Read the #teaserTuesday from guest author Alexa Piper @prowlingpiper

 

 

Paranormal Romance, Gay,  Dark Fantasy

Date Published: June 10, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press


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Will is a witch wolf, a werewolf who can do magic, but his life so far has been anything but magical. He was sold by his own pack and for four years, Will suffered as a slave to his captors -- who used him any way they wanted. Now, after a leap of courage has brought him to Colin’s doorstep, Will’s past should be just that, his past.            

Colin can see the new apprentice he’s supposed to teach magic has been hurt. Colin wants to comfort the young werewolf who takes to magic much more easily than he takes to human contact. Their attraction seems mutual, but how can Colin be certain Will even knows what he wants?

As slow affection grows between Colin and Will, Will’s magic does as well, and he allows himself a sliver of happiness. Except the dark past Will thought he escaped from is not quite done with him, and now, it’s not just Will's life on the line, but also Colin’s, the witch Will’s heart is beating for.


WARNING: Witch Wolf contains references to past sexual assault (with none of it happening on the page), which may be triggering for some readers.



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Will

Once upon a time, Will had sent wishes to the full moon with his howls, but what had come true for him were the slick slaps of skin against skin, stinking breath against his face, the taste of his own blood and other, unspeakable things. Will, instead of meeting a prince under the full moon, had been sold to beasts.

Will carefully turned away from the large form next to him in the bed. Everything seemed so loud in the darkness, the other man’s deep breathing, Will’s own, panicked heartbeat which had not slowed while he had waited for the small hours of the morning, refusing sleep. Will moved, inch by inch, away from the other man. Will refused to think what the other man -- Ed -- would do if he found Will sneaking out. What Ed had done was already more than Will wanted to think about.

Will had considered packing a small bag, but that would have been too dangerous. All he had dared was leave clothes under the bed, in such a way it looked incidental, forgotten laundry.

The floor was cold against Will’s naked feet. Carefully, he stood. He could say he’d just wanted to go to the bathroom if Ed woke now, but Ed was still sleeping, and so Will got his clothes, slowly pulling them up and onto his arms. He could not make too much noise. He had to get this right.

Will didn’t dare put the clothes on in the bedroom -- loup-garou hearing was sensitive. He walked through the dark house and to the kitchen, grabbing his shoes on the way. There were shards of a glass on the floor. Ed had thrown it in fury when Will had been too slow in getting Ed his beer. Will walked around the broken thing and quickly cleaned himself with a wipe. He gave one last look to the dirty dishes in the sink, then pulled on his clothes, more concerned with doing it as quietly as he could than about doing it neatly.

Before he turned the knob, he listened to the house, but it was quiet. Ed was still sleeping, and so was his pack of three, all of them loup-garous, all of them vicious. They might still hear the door, but if Will was ever going to run, then this was it.

He opened the door and crossed the threshold. Now, if they found him, they would know without a doubt that he had tried to run, and they would punish him.

Will closed the door as carefully as he could, but the mechanism made a small sound. Behind the house, the alley was dirty. Trash bags rustled in the wind, soda cans rusted and collected dirt. Will had to watch where he stepped so he didn’t make any more noise. His heart was thundering in his chest.

Out on the street, Will quickly broke into a run. He knew he had to put as much distance between himself and them, because they could shift and just hunt him down, and he couldn’t without the moon being full.

Winchester Boulevard, on foot, was quite a walk. It took Will an hour, and he ran most of the time, so when he finally got there, he was sweaty from running and trembling with the cold whenever he slowed down to catch his breath. The house he wanted had a large planter by the front door with a red and white plastic windmill in it. Ella had said the windmill would be there. It was such a silly thing, and there wasn’t even any wind to move its spokes, but Will nearly broke out in sobs with relief.

Will was scared to knock, but at this point, it was this or wait for Ed and his pack to hunt him down. And Will knew they wouldn’t just kill him. If it had been that -- if he’d known that would have been the worst he’d have to fear -- he might have given up at any point over the past four years, might have just accepted death. Everything else the loup-garous would enjoy doing to him -- that was what Will feared.

He was huffing when he stood in front of the door, but he didn’t hesitate to knock.

Will looked over his shoulder as he waited to be let in. This neighborhood was one of the nicer ones for New Elvenswood. The whole city tended to be largely clean and touristy, even if Will had never been allowed to see all that much of the place. The dilapidated house Ed and his pack had rented was the exception more than the rule as far as Will could tell.

Across the street, there was a light on in an upstairs room. Will imagined whoever was up was awake at this hour because of their own choosing. He imagined they were working late or maybe just reading. Just living their life. Will hadn’t lived in such a long time. All he’d been doing since he’d met Ed had been surviving.

The door opened, and Will flinched.

“Yes?” the vampire asked.

Will had known it would be a vampire, but still. This one, his sheer presence absolutely spoke to Will’s wolf nature, and the vampire’s demeanor made Will want to show his belly and submit. He was stunning to behold too, but in a sharp way: almost white-blond hair, icy eyes that had a hard darkness to them, a thin mouth set in a pale face.

With a last shallow breath, Will forced the words he’d prepared in his head out of his mouth. “Ella said you can help people in trouble. I… there’s a pack of loup-garous, and I need to get away from them. I can’t pay you, but I’ll do what you want. I’ll work for you.”

Will’s voice nearly gave out on the last part, because he started shaking violently. It occurred to Will that the vampire looked like a Viking, and his cold eyes were growing only more glacial in their regard. Will doubted the man had laughed for more than a minute in the last hundred years. And he wore nice clothes, really nice clothes. Will knew the vampire was a lawyer, but he felt silly now for asking for help. He expected the vampire to tell him to go and fuck off, just with nicer words.

“Come inside,” the vampire said instead and opened the door wider.

 


 

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