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Under the hot water of the shower, his thoughts
turned to the day. To meeting up with Kayden. He missed having him around
already. That had been why he’d gone out and gotten plastered the night before.
Kayden had agreed to meet him for the game Sunday, though. For now, he’d have
to wait. He could only hold on to the memories and wish for a future, however
He’d had Kayden once, though, and the man had
gotten way under his skin. Back in college, he’d worn his hair longer, long
enough to get a good grip on it, chocolatey and soft. They’d played baseball on
the college team. Sports kept Kayden’s body lean and sexy. His dark eyes had a
spark of curiosity, of living life, back then. It’d been before Glory had
killed him. He’d been happy to use their time apart to explore new things.
Explore Bryan. And Bryan had done his damnedest to convince Kayden to stay with
They’d shared many nights of exploring each other’s bodies.
Bryan’s fingers knew every inch, every muscle, every freckle. So did his mouth. He must have had his mouth on every inch of Kayden’s soft skin. He’d been determined to taste all of it—all of Kayden. His favorite spot was right behind Kayden’s balls, that silky stretch that lead to his hole. When he licked there, Kayden would come unglued. Every time. What he’d give to be able to lick that spot again.
Bryan palmed his cock, stroking it with soapy
water. He closed his eyes and imagined, not the college Kayden, but the full-grown
man. His muscles had filled out, broad shoulders, tight ass. Bryan wanted to
push his cock right up in that ass. He wanted Kayden to wiggle and squirm, to
show him how much he wanted Bryan. That was the crux of it. Bryan wanted Kayden
to want him, want him like no one
else. Not even Glory.
He imaged his words whispered with a husky breath
in Kayden’s ear, “Show me how much you want me. Tighten that ass, clench it.
Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Kayden would move, impaling himself deeper. He’d
move faster and gasp when Bryan’s cock brushed his prostate. “Like that,”
Kayden would pant. “Right there.”
Bryan would take over and pound into him
furiously. As he thought about it, he gripped his cock harder, and stroked it
faster, flicking his finger over the edge of his crown. His soapy fingers slid
around the head of his cock. It felt so good. He wished it was in Kayden’s
tight hole. He could almost see Kayden’s abs flexing and his thigh muscles
bunching as he rode Bryan hard and fast. His fingers gripped and stroked
quicker. Bryan sucked in a breath and held it. He jacked his cock hard and fast
with his eyes closed tightly. He imagined Kayden’s shiny eyes—happy and full of
He came hard, dripping onto the shower floor in front of him. He
rinsed off, wondering if he’d ever get a chance like that again. Wondering if he’d ever see Kayden truly happy. If Kayden going back to Glory would do it, Bryan would support him completely, but he knew better. That was never going to make him happy, but what would? Could he?
Kayden’s gift allowed him a place at Watercrest Cannon Paranormal Consultants, but it shattered his future. Could his best friend, Bryan, pick up his pieces?
Kayden and Bryan find a way to deal with the demons that the consultants at WCPC can’t handle.
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Broody wrangler and tactile psychic take on the mystery at Brown-Blythe Manor – Sometimes Demons Whisper.
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Demon or Angel – Age of Exilum Book 1
WAR IS COMING… the angels of Osestra and the demons
of Exilum are preparing for the final battle to be played out in Manna, the
human realm, and one young man is caught in the middle. Vern Swain may be the
key to everything…
Vern is a country boy dreaming of seeing his name
up in lights. He runs away to become a star. His journey is just beginning, but
it takes him in unusual directions…right in the path of his guardian demon.
Teague, son of Xaphan is a demon of Exilum charged
with ruining Vern’s life, but he just can’t do it. He’s confronted by his
family, and forced to choose sides.
You can run but sometimes the farther you go the closer you are to where you started.
Gabriel’s life ground to a halt some time ago, but he’s still running—from his past, his family, and now the new man in his life. A man who just won’t get the message that Gabriel isn’t interested in love anymore.
Laurie won’t give up on the beautiful man who is broken and intent on running away. Even though he doesn’t know what Gabriel is running from, he’s determined to be at his side no matter what.
When Gabriel’s past finally catches up, they both stop running and find themselves plunged into something Laurie could not have dreamed of, and Gabriel never stopped having nightmares about.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of attempted suicide.
Life sucks. I mean really sucks. I’m a good
person, so why do bad things keep happening to me? While I’m not the type to
help old ladies across the road—I’d probably scare them into a heart attack—I
don’t go out of my way to hurt people either. And yet…
My family has pretty much disowned me, and I don’t blame them. They can’t cope with me, never could. Hell, I can’t cope with myself. They kind of tried for a while, in their own way. The thing is—it wasn’t my way. It wasn’t a good way. It wasn’t the right way.
When I was thirteen, something bad happened
to me—really bad. They never got over it. Neither did I, but that didn’t matter.
I got into drugs and alcohol in a big way. I became dark, too dark. Then, when
I was fifteen, it all got to be too much. I couldn’t hold it all in anymore—the
memories, the pressure, the…problems it left me with.
They say I had a breakdown. I don’t know
what that is, but I ended up in hospital. I don’t know how long I was there or
what happened to me there. I only know that I felt safe. For the first time
since it happened, I felt safe. I
didn’t want to come out. I wasn’t ready to come out, but they pronounced me cured because I could string sentences
together and go for days without screaming or hiding under the bed.
My parents knew, though. They knew I wasn’t
cured, that I never would be. They tried for a while, but they couldn’t cope.
Not with the screaming in the night. Or the staggering in at three in the
morning, either high or pissed—to stop the screaming in the night. They
couldn’t cope with the physical conditions, the mental problems, the attitude,
the violence. They couldn’t cope with watching the child they loved change into
When I was sixteen, I moved out and went
off the rails. Surprisingly, I still managed to go to school now and again, and
I got decent results in my exams. This led to the headmaster persuading me to
go back for my A levels, and even more surprisingly, given what I was doing to
my body by that time, I got three A levels in one year. And thus ended my
There was talk about going on to
university, but to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered. I still had the
nightmares, and I was afraid to go out into the world. I felt vulnerable and
exposed in unfamiliar places and situations. I guess I was—I am—a complete nut
At the moment, I’m living in a grotty room,
in a grotty house, on a non-descript street, in a second-rate town, that
is…nowhere. I have two housemates who are used to me and know when it is and
isn’t safe to talk to me, and who ignore the screams.
Tonight, I’m going out. It’s Saturday
night. I always go out on Saturday nights. I go to the same place, see the same
people, and do the same things. You’d think I’d get bored, but it’s safe.
I give myself a last look in the mirror and
am reasonably satisfied with what I see. I need a haircut, and I’m way too
pale, but at least the shadows around my eyes are camouflaged by the kohl, and
where I’m going the vampire look is par for the course. The black lips in the
mirror smile at me, but there isn’t any humour in them or in the piercing blue
eyes that stare coldly at me when I allow myself to catch their gaze.
Ah well. This is the best it’s going to get
tonight. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don’t feel up to going out.
I’m not myself at the moment, mentally or physically. It’s not as if I can even
get pissed anymore. I learned the hard way that alcohol and my meds don’t mix,
or do mix. Blegh.
But then, today hasn’t been a good day. If
my head’s anything to go by, it’s not going to be a good night either, so
what’s the point in being good? What’s the point in trying to look after
myself? Fuck it.
I check my wallet to make sure I have enough for taxis and plenty of booze. Then I flick my hair over my shoulder and stalk out of the room.
Character Interview with Gabriel
What or who is the
greatest love of your life?
Myself. Ha, yeah right. That’s probably what
everyone else thinks, though. I’d like to say it’s Laurie, and it probably is,
but this whole love thing is new to me so I’m not sure I can say that anyone is
the love of my life yet.
What is your favourite
From the bedroom to the kitchen to get a cold beer.
Seriously, I’m not too keen on the outside world. It still hasn’t quite sunk in
that I’m safe, so I still prefer to hide away at home where I feel secure.
What is your most
My optimism and sunny disposition. What? Okay,
probably my sarcasm.
When and where were
you the happiest?
When I was a kid. Before everything turned to shit
when I was 13.
What is it that you
People asking questions, and talking about myself.
No, seriously. It makes me very uncomfortable. I guess it’s because I have to
think about myself and the way I feel and that’s not something I like to do.
What is your greatest
Being taken back…there. I can’t say any more because
I lost my mind over it all once and when I look back I feel…brittle. I don’t
want to snap again. I think if you read the book the answer to this question
will become very clear.
What is your greatest
Clothes and make up. And hair products. And Jack
Tell me something
He puts up with me. That alone has to put him in
line for a place on the next honours list. Honours list? That’s when the queen
gives medals and stuff to the little people she doesn’t really care about. I
think it’s something to do with her birthday. Load of shit really, but it gets
you fancy sandwiches and tea with the queen, and I think Laurie would like that.
Not that he’d admit it. He’s a bit posh really – and a bloody amazing
What is your greatest
Ooh, this is a hard one. I’d have to say causing the
death of two previous boyfriends has to rank high on that list.
What is the quality
you most like in a man?
Perseverance. And a killer smile.
What is the quality
you most like in a woman?
I don’t know. Knowing when to stay the hell away from
me, I guess. Actually, that’s not just women, that people as a whole.
What is the trait you
most deplore in yourself?
What? Are you crazy? I deplore absolutely everything
about myself. I’m poison inside and out. That’s what I keep telling Laurie. But
does he listen? Yeah right, of course he does.
What is the trait you
most deplore in others?
What do you most value
in your friends?
What friends? Oh alright; I know I’ve got friends.
I’ve got more friends than I allow myself to acknowledge, and definitely more
than I deserve, but I just don’t let people get close. It makes me very
uncomfortable and I don’t like people caring about me. What was the question.
Oh yeah. Um. Honesty, I guess. I like that Carrie always tells it as it is,
even though it’s uncomfortable.
What do you consider
the most overrated virtue?
What are you counting as virtues? If we’re looking
at the four cardinal virtues I’d have to say temperance. I overdo everything
and why not?
What are your
Favourite names? What kind of question is that?
Bleargh. Anastasia and Gaylord. No of course not, but it was a stupid question
If you were to die and
come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
Bloody pissed off
What is your motto?
Cheryl was born and brought up in a very conservative working class Welsh mining valley. For generations, her family had been farmers and miners, and she was very much the black sheep. The first of her family to attend university, she broke the mold, becoming a lawyer, an artist, and, of course, a writer.
When, at thirteen, her daughter became very
open about the fact she was gay—and having known for years that her brother
was—Cheryl became far more aware of the problems facing young gay people
generally. Over the years, speaking to her daughter, who is an enthusiastic
campaigner for gay rights, and her friends, Cheryl realised that there was very
little out there in the world of
literature for young gay people. It seemed that what gay literature existed was
highly erotic and sexual in content. She therefore set out to write m/m stories
that were about romance and not sex, aimed at older teens and young adults.
Since that time, Cheryl has become totally
addicted to writing gay romances, thrillers, adventures, fantasies, and all
kinds of other genres, with little or no sex to get in the way of the story and
the characters. She finds it extremely rewarding and has had a lot of positive
feedback from young people who have read her works.
Cheryl continues to live in the Welsh valleys with her son and two cats. Her daughter has left her for the lure of her long-term girlfriend and the lights of the big city. She fills her days with the important things in life, such as writing and painting. She is a committed pagan, and unconventional mother, but, over and above it all, an obsessive writer.
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