*Paranormal Erotica Romance/Thriller 18+*
Blurb
What happens when your whole family is scarier than any nightmare and
you have no desire to be anything like them? Do you stay and go along
with the family plans or do you rebel and have them possibly turn
their viciousness on you?
Jennifer Johnston experiences first hand why whispers are spoken in
the dark about her species' being evil when she was just a century
old. What should have been another family dinner spent arguing over
why she didn't want to keep the bloodlines "pure" by being married off
to her older brother turned into a nightmare and left her with more
than tortured memories.
Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham had been pack mates, best friends, and
the other's mate for as long as they could remember. They were a
deadly species all their own but even they feared the Mystics and
their overly cruel and barbaric ways, but unforeseen circumstances
bring them face to face with not one but a few. Will there lives be in
danger or is something great and unexpected awaiting them?
They also have to stay under the radar of the human society that is
set out to destroy those they believe to be "Tarnished" and a danger
to mankind.
When the three meet long ago secrets are brought to the light. Secrets
no one but Jennifer knew. Not only do they have to learn to get along
with each other because they are fated, someone is also stalking
Jennifer and preforming sinister acts without her being any the wiser.
Jennifer must seek guidance from old acquaintances and form alliances
with those she never thought she would. She is met with riddles and
startling revelations that she never would have imagined possible.
Will they accept their fates and work together or will old fears
destroy their lives? Will Jennifer be able to reclaim what was taken
from her right from under her nose?
Excerpt:
"Ahhh. Now this is the life. A guy could get used to this. Have you
ever seen so many fine looking men in one place Jackson? I mean
imagine the possibilities, babe."
Taylor Durham was in a gay man's heaven, with all those tight bodies
swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony.
Yep. Heaven.
Well, that is the name of the club. Heaven's Angles. The sign above
the door has several pictures of sex positions at various angles. One
could live here forever if you asked him. He had dragged his best
friend, Jackson Dawls, here tonight because he needed a good lay, and
nothing got Jackson in the sexing mood like some dancing, groping, and
drinking. They were shape-shifters, with increased sexual hormones,
and all those male bodies together got them all hot and bothered. So
it was going to be a good night. A damn good night if Taylor had his
way. And Taylor always got his way. Especially when it came to
Jackson.
"The only fine looking man you should be interested in is me, Nyhiya.
You are mine and I will kill, maim, or castrate anyone who tries to
say otherwise," Jackson replied.
"Awe babe, I love it when you get all growly. Makes my wolf wanna
roll over and submit," Taylor said.
"As it should," Jackson replied.
He loved being a wolf. Hell they both did. The Dylia were the
strongest, fastest, and one of the deadliest of any supernatural
beings in the world; at least that's what they had heard. Those
twisted-as-fuck Mystics were by far the deadliest. He never wanted to
be in an alley alone with one of those assholes. When Jackson and
Taylor were just young pups, they were warned to not be caught alone
with one of the immoral bastards. He had never run into one and he
hoped to all that's holy that he never did. And neither did his
Nyhiya. He wouldn't know what to do without the man. Nope, didn't even
want to think about it. Ever.
"Let's get something to drink, baby. All this dancing is making me
thirsty." Taylor grabbed Jackson's hand and pushed their way through
the crowd to the bar. "Two Jack and Cokes please," Taylor said to the
bartender.
"Coming right up," the bartender replied. They took their drinks and
had a seat. Taylor was so hard it hurt. All he could do was think of
Jackson's cock pounding into his ass. With that thought in his head he
downed his drink and looked over at his Nyhiya with one raised brow.
He knew that look would get him what he wanted, and, even if he was
doubtful, all he had to do was look at the impressive bulge in his
lover's pants.
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