Drag Show Games; A New Contemporary Erotic Menage a Trois Series by Andrew Jericho.

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]

Blurb

In an entertainment routine called Drag Show, Vince becomes Violet Whispers. Vince is a gay man, who not only craves cross-dressing, but it gives him sexual pleasure to see Violet staring back in a mirror. Even more satisfying is being in the arms of a man while in drag. Derek fulfills those fantasies.

Derek is a dominant man who orchestrates erotic scenarios, or games. The thought of never knowing what Derek has planned keeps Vince in almost constant arousal. So when Derek uses his twin brother, Alec, in one of his scenarios, Vince must come to terms with new romantic feelings for his partner’s brother.

When Alec becomes a part of their lives on a more permanent basis, Vince struggles with acknowledging his love for his partner’s brother. Alec is bold, like Derek, but more soft-spoken. Even though Vince knows Derek wants him to follow his heart, he is afraid of allowing another man into his life.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt 

Reaching into his pocket, Alec fingered his own gift for Vince. His fingertips brushed the velvet box. Alec had bought the symbol of love yesterday afternoon. Once they were alone, he planned to place the ring on Vince’s finger. He removed his hand from the pocket of his slacks and continued to hold his beer, his eyes having never left Vince’s body.

Even though Vince was a gay male, Alec knew he sometimes preferred to be addressed with female pronouns while he was in drag. As Alec stared at his lover mingling with the crowd, he marveled at her unbelievable beauty. Violet Whispers was one damn fine queen.

She was wearing Derek’s gift, a sequined silver cocktail dress. The hem stopped right above her knees. The formfitting number had a spaghetti strap over one shoulder, and a full length sleeve that touched Violet’s wrist on the other arm. Alec surmised Derek must have bought the shoes at the same time, because the silver platforms sparkled in unison with the dress’s fabric each time Violet moved her sexy body. The four-inch heels made Violet’s six-one frame tower over the rest of the guests. Alec loved a queen that fit his personal definition of the word.

Violet hardly ever wore stockings. She didn’t have to. Her toned legs were smooth, silky, and tanned. Alec imagined Vince lying in a tanning bed wearing nothing but a speedo. Vincent, you’re not only a damn fine queen, but a hot gay man. Just like earlier when they were alone, Alec felt himself becoming aroused.

Not only did Violet Whispers’s clothing remain synonymous with her image, but so did her hair and make-up. Violet’s signature brunette wig was teased in gentle waves. Her make-up a sexy palette of violets and ice grays. The only difference was instead of mauve lipstick, Violet’s lips were a dark wine color. Alec presumed the lipstick was meant to match her amethyst jewelry.

Smiling, he once again fingered the ring box in his pocket, containing a masculine gold band with four amethyst stones. His thoughts continued to drift to later that night. He hoped Vince would tell him he was in love with him. Alec had waited twenty years to hear those words. Now, images of Vince responding to his touch drowned out the music.

The club was starting to come alive, as it filled to standing room only. Strobe lights continually flashed, as a live DJ spun the latest dance music. From where Alec sat at the bar, he had a perfect view of the dance floor, which included two above-head platforms. Each one was occupied with a male stripper.

“Hey, darlin’,” Violet spoke, as she approached Alec at the bar.

“I was just about to ask you if you wanted to dance,” Alec replied.

Not giving Violet a chance to reply, Alec reached for his lover’s hands, leading the sexy queen onto the dance floor. Alec pulled her close against his body, as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies sensually rubbed.

Female pronouns were quickly fading, as Alec felt Violet’s body rubbing against his own. Not only was he able to see the masculinity behind Violet Whispers, but he felt it beneath his hands. Then he made eye contact with his partner. The look he received almost undid him right there on the crowded dance floor.

Reaching for Vince’s hand once more, Alec led him away from the crowd. He had to push them through tightly packed bodies. When a shower of confetti rained down on their heads, Alec felt Vince pull them tightly together once more. Vince’s lips were against his own. The passionate kiss they shared, surrounded by other guests, was Alec’s indication it was time for them to blow off Infinity and find a more private location.

First, he remembered a short conversation he had with Derek right before his brother had left to go to the club. Vince had been upstairs getting dressed. Derek wanted to play another drag show game. Alec had been instructed to bring Vince to the club’s office before the pair left to go home. Smiling, he led Vince down a hall away from the lights and music.

“I thought we were going home,” Vince said.

“Derek wants to see you first,” Alec replied, opening the door to the office.

“Hi, baby,” Derek said, standing up from behind the desk. “I can’t let you go home this aroused. The first time alone with Alec should be slow and sensual, not filled with a blinding need for release.”

Smiling again, Alec recalled the details of the game Derek had shared with him. Alec shut and locked the door. Derek immediately walked to the light switch and flicked it off. The room was pitch-black.

“Derek,” Vince moaned.

“I’m right here, baby,” Derek replied.


Adult Excerpt

Alec was behind Vince’s body, pressing himself against his partner’s back. Derek was standing in front of Vince. He listened to the soft sounds of his brother kissing their husband.

“We both love you, Vince,” Derek said. “Alec and I want you to open up. Surrender your heart. Baby, I don’t want you to think about who’s touching you. I just want you to feel the love in the two pairs of hands cooling your arousal. Shh…don’t say a word.”

Alec imagined Derek had placed a finger on Vince’s mouth, because the rest of the game was beginning to unfold. Then all went quiet, as Alec silently traded places with his brother. Vince was oblivious to the change, and would not know whose hands were touching different parts of his body.

When Vince whimpered, Alec dropped to his knees, pulling up the cocktail dress. He shoved the fabric around his lover’s waist. In the dark, he pulled Vince’s spandex shorts away from his body. He removed what felt like a lacy thong, as Vince’s cock came untucked. He heard another moan, as he took the length of his partner’s shaft into his mouth.

Alec heard Derek’s voice, barely above a whisper. The intent was to disguise the sound so Vince could not recognize him. “I’ve got my fingers buried deep inside your ass.”

“Please let me know which one of you is sucking me. Damn, it feels so good! God, it feels so damn, good!”

Alec wrapped his hands around Vince’s body, caressing his lover’s buttocks. He felt Vince’s flesh being pulled apart by his brother’s hands.

Derek was whispering again. “Now I’m going to find your sweet spot, Violet Whispers. Hmm…are you going to tell me where I can find it?”

“Fuck! Fuck! God, your fingers feel so good…and the lips wrapped around my cock!” Vince spoke, as his words faded to a sensual groan.

Vince’s hands on the back of Alec’s neck were pulling him deeper. He let the heat of his mouth envelope the swollen flesh, as he felt the entire shaft pulsating. Vince was close, real close. Alec picked up the pace, sucking firmly from base to tip, licking the pre-cum that continued to form on Vince’s cockhead. The taste was salty and sweet. Vince’s dick was buried so deep inside his mouth the tip was rubbing against the back of his throat.

“Such a beautiful and naughty queen,” Derek whispered. “Letting two brothers take you like this.”

“My prostate,” Vince moaned. “Oh, god, don’t stop! Hell, please don’t stop!”

“We love you, Violet,” Derek spoke in the same hushed tone.

“Yes, Violet, we do,” Alec whispered, taking Vince’s cock from his mouth for just a split second.
The game was meant for Vince, but Alec knew both he and Derek were just as aroused. He heard the excitement in all three of their voices. Alec’s cock was rock hard, straining against the boxers inside his slacks.

“Brother, let’s finish him,” Derek said.

“Shit,” Vince cried, “so many fucking fingers inside me!”

“Four, and you’re still fucking tight!” Derek replied.

Alec felt Vince’s body beginning to tremble. He cupped his lover’s buttocks tighter, kneading the flesh beneath his fingertips. Vince’s semen was now coating the inside of his mouth. Alec felt the motions of Derek pumping his fingers inside their husband, as the action continued to push Vince deeper into his mouth.

Vince was whimpering, still trembling in their arms. Alec got up and cradled him against his chest, while Derek wrapped his arms around Vince’s back.

“Please tell me,” Vince pleaded. “I want to know.”

“No,” Alec whispered. “Fuck! I’m going to break the rules.”

Derek had said neither one of them should seek release. Alec hoped his brother wouldn’t mind he was unbuckling his pants. His cock ached. He was past aroused, and knew he could not wait until he got Vince home.

“Break the rules, brother,” Derek whispered, “because I am. Are you going first?”

“Yeah,” Alec replied.

Alec let his slacks fall to his ankles. Then he turned Vince’s body around. Now his partner’s buttocks were pressed against his dick. He sank his swollen cock into Vince’s ass. The cavity was warm and slick from his brother’s fingers. Vince’s body was bent slightly forward, no doubt leaning against Derek for support. After a few thrusts of his hips, sending his dick as far up into Vince as humanly possible, Alec felt the rush of semen leaving his cockhead. The juice bathed his lover’s internal flesh.

“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I love you so much, Vince.”

“I love you, too,” Vince replied. “I love both of you…with all my heart.”

Alec quickly pulled out, allowing Derek to turn their husband around. He supported Vince’s body, as his brother now made love to their partner.

“I love you, too,” Vince spoke again. “So damn much. Please, tell me who’s inside my ass.”

“We’re both here,” Alec spoke softly. “That’s all that matters. Trust us, Vince.”

“So tight,” Derek murmured.

While Alec continued to support Vince’s body against his own, he could feel the gentle rocking motions of his brother’s lovemaking. Damn, if that ‘blinding need for release’ Derek had mentioned wasn’t turning to a tenderness overtaking Alec’s heart. He pressed his lips against Vince’s mouth.

“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Alec,” Vince moaned.

“Yeah, Vincent, it’s me.”

“What about the game?” Vince asked.

“Baby, don’t worry about the game,” Derek said. “We’ve almost accomplished what you need.”

“Derek, you feel good inside me. I’m so in love with you. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

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The TV Show- Supernatural and It's Fantastic Episode, 'Sex and Violence'- A Siren's Love; Or Why I Fell In Love With M/M Fiction. Part of the Tease Me Thursday Blog Hop. Let The Passion Begin!

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I love paranormal shows just as much as the next person but up until recently, I considered the show Supernatural just another show to pass over as I was channel surfing.  All that changed when I saw the episode Sex and Violence.  

Sam and Dean are in a small town plagued by senseless murders where men have killed their wives or girlfriends for no reason.  In fact, up until that point the relationships in question were considered happy by all.  And to make matters worse, the distraught males can neither account for nor remember their behavior during the incident in question.  

But all clues lead to a mysterious woman that every one of the men had been seen with prior to the murder.  After some investigating, all clues lead to a Siren.  In the ‘world’ of Supernatural, this particular Siren fed on the love of its intended victim, receiving a cheap thrill off them killing for him/her.

The really interesting thing happens when Sam and Dean meet another investigator during their search.  An FBI agent, whose name escapes me at the moment, is also determined to fine this elusive killer.  In the midst of all of this, Dean is plagued by doubt regarding his relationship with his brother- his only real connection to family and the feeling part of himself.  

During this episode, Dean is upset by the fact that Sam seems to be hiding something from him.  More like pulling away from him, leaving him feeling isolated and paranoid of his intentions.  

Dean reveals some of his woes to this mysterious FBI agent while on a stakeout of a potential suspect as Sam (in Dean’s opinion) leaves once again to do his own thing-- leaving Dean to go it alone.   

After hitting it off with the agent, feeling copacetic, Dean shares a drink with him.  The FBI agent, who at first pish-poshes in disbelief his theory about the character, subsequently reveals to Dean that a person can also be infected by a Siren through it's saliva- I.e. sharing a cask of whiskey.  

However we all knew, he had Dean hooked way before the infected booze.  Having Dean completely under his spell, the Siren, who this time has taken the form of a man, the FBI agent in fact, is once again excited at the prospect of having another person under his/her/its spell all in the name of love.  

Completely under his spell, Dean holds a knife to Sam’s neck and nicks him just so at the instruction of his new love.  Enthralled with his new catch, the Siren toys with a hyacinth and taunts Sam saying, “…I got exactly what I wanted, I got Dean….I gave him what he wanted and it wasn’t some bitch in a G-string.  It was you.  A little brother that looked up to him.  That he could trust.  And now he loves me. He’ll do anything for me and I got to tell you Sam, that kind of devotion, watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world.”  Sam retorts back, “Is that why you’re sluttin’ all around town?”  

Course Sam is infected next.  Lucky for them, family friend and fellow hunter Bobby kills the Siren before Dean tries to kill Sam during the biggest knock down, drag out fight to the death, brother on brother, bromance brawl I’ve ever seen!

Afterwards, the two return to normal and apologize in their own inimitable way by saying they didn't mean it and it was the Siren's spell talking not their true feelings of course.  They then return to the road, in search of demons, ghosts, goblins and ghouls half knowing that the other lied but still despite that loving each other no less.

Other than the fact that the Siren was completely, disgustingly evil and had massacred the lives of innocent people-- the episode was damn alluring!

I mean it was seductive.  It was bromance gone to the 'Nth' degree.  It was like girl porn for me.  I can’t describe it.  I went from being a sometime watcher of the show to an avid fan.  Dude it was male on male romance without the sex and was fantabulous!

The juxtaposition of the female whore archetype on a man, who on the surface, appeared very macho and masculine- who was actually completely the opposite.  

Then there was Dean, this very alpha male man who falls in love with another guy simply because he gave him what he needed.  Love.  <Swoon!>

How many fanfics out there included the story line taming Dean’s savage inner beast?   Tens?  Hundreds?  

What can I say?  The way the Siren sat confidently waited on the bed when Sam came into the room, you knew right then and there that he’d dropped the phony macho disguise and was like any other ’gal’ completely satisfied by the new love she‘d found.  And at that moment, there was nothing anyone could do to spoil that perfection.  Even the tone of his voice had changed.  It was calm, seductive, alluring.  Like that of a pleased lover.

And yes he was in love again, with Dean, who deep down in his heart wanted to be loved too.  The pie eating, womanizing, tough talking, heavy drinker was taken down by the fact that all he wanted was someone he could trust, someone he could give his entire self to without having to pretend to be something he was not. In short unconditional love.  

Then there was the Siren with his/her/its crossed legs, a dainty flower held between its two fingers and a pleased expression on his face, confident in the knowledge that Dean was all his or hers or its. And though Dean was not yet on camera, we knew he was there.  

And the motel room, it was classic.  Red velvet walls, cheap red satin-like sheets, one could imagine that at a place like that, the rates were charged by the hour.  Its as if they’d already had their own kind of sex in that gaudy, cheap motel room and we somehow missed it.  

Yes we got to see the lead up to the very masculine, man sex Sam had with the forensic chick who was a suspect in the case at one point.  But unlike their sex,  Sam had shaken his off.  (We don’t know if the Forensic Lady did.  They never show her again.)  

Dean on the other hand, had not.  I think the difference was, Dean actually loved his new mate, where for Sam it was only a bit of fun.  By the way, did I mention that the Siren, wasn’t the most handsomest man in the world, but then again, he didn’t have to be to catch his quarry.  A lesson every single person needs to learn but that’s a different kind of post, for another blog.  I digress…

To see Sam barge in like a husband who had found his far too long neglected wife but had come reclaim what was rightfully his was amazing.  Yet to the Siren he was no threat.  'Cause he knew what his man wanted and had no problem giving it to him.  Unlike Sam who held back.

  
The whole thing was arousing, titillating and at the same time educational.  The writers did an excellent job portraying the subtle tones of let’s of homo erotic love without saying it out right.  Though subtle it was hot as hell.  Of course it helped that the actors did an outstanding job portraying their roles each in their own passionate way.  They really sold it.  

But the main thing I  got out of this episode (other than that Sirens killing people is a bad thing,  and that you should love your family, no matter how screwed up they are because in some cases, they’re all you got-- blah, blah, blah.) 

I really learned that no one comes between the Winchester Boys and to try to do so is a death sentence. Plus, it opened my eyes to slash fiction and why so many people write it with such sensuality.

After watching the show I saw slash fiction differently.  Let me explain.  Sex in the context of romance- starts in the heart, affects the mind and manifests itself in the body.  And when love is love- even when it is hijacked by a twisted supernatural being, it’s still love.  Even when its between two men.  And yes, sex between two men can be really hot even when it’s merely suggested as a prospect in the ether by a lonely siren seeking to mate with a hot alpha male torn up by his own pain, who’d fall for the first person who says, “I get you and it’s cool.  Don’t change. I like it, in fact, I look up to you,” even though you know it’s a creature disguised as man who’s been the instrument of the death for lots of innocent people all around town-- love is still love and it's natural to express itself sexually.   

So as a result, I ‘got’ slash fiction.  I got its allure.  I saw why it can be just as hot as M/F romance fic.  Now I love a good male/male romance fic as much as a male/female one.  (Not forsaken my sistahs out there who love female/female or F/F/M, its all good too.)  I’m just saying I am into slash fiction too. 

Kudos to Erik Kripke, Jeremy Carver and the gang at Supernatural.  It had to be the best episode for a scripted show that I’ve ever seen.  Sex and Violence is well worth the look for any fan of romance.


Btw if you are interested in watching this episode of Supernatural it is in Season Four, Episode Fourteen, entitled Sex and Violence.  

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My romance novel Blood Bond- The Ferae includes a male/male romance in the story line.  A  contemporary paranormal erotic romance, two alpha males struggle over their love for a woman and their attraction to each other.  With their bodies telling them it's time to mate or die, they must choose to obey their nature or society's rules which state two of their kind must and can not come together.  Before time run's out, they must choose.

It's the first book in The Ferae series featuring people who are considered to be the next step in human evolution.

It's available at Siren Bookstrand Publishing (seriously no pun intended) and at Amazon.

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A New Paranormal Contemporary Erotic M/M Romance by Aeryn Jaden; Return of the Originals, Hard To Kill

Blurb

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, light bondage, HEA]

All the Originals, beings that created all the supernaturals, have vanished long ago. Kale Daminion is one of the last living beings with the blood of an Original. A drakon. His mate killed himself to save him and Kale had never been the same after his death. But now he can hope again, now he sees him... Alive.

Aeri Callen wakes up to a world ruled by a mate he doesn't really need or want. If coming back to life isn't hard enough, dangers lurk in the shadows, enemies wait to destroy them, and his big bad mate appears to think Aeri is a frail wallflower.  Should he give his mating to Kale a chance? They don't know each other. Aeri doesn't want to care. Then everything Kale protects is threatened. How can Aeri leave now? The man may be the new ruler, but he is lousy at taking care of himself.

Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt

The phoenix didn’t register the stale air in his joy to finally give his abused body the long needed oxygen. Finally air. His ribs were showing and his former red-gold hair was a shaggy, dull brown mass of tangled strings. No shine. He preferred to think rather than imagine the crawlies and the dirt in this place and on him. At least he knew he had been protected somewhat in his metal box.

There was light shining on the phoenix from somewhere above. He was too tired to look and feared he was going to die for good this time. He had never felt this weak. The combination of silver bullets, the loss of all his blood, and suffocating time after time in his coffin had taken its toll on his body’s abilities. Even he had a limit and as he felt the cold seep in his bones he reckoned he had reached his. He needed to eat yet he couldn’t find the strength to reach and grab a crawly. He rested his head on a bed of flowers—strange how they grew in the coldness of his crypt—and weakly tried to bite something that moved near his head, only to spit it out when he discovered it bit back.

The noises registered almost too late. The light coming from the now-open door made him react and hide in the darkest corner, using his last bit of energy. His eyelids felt like iron curtains and he absently heard two men enter his resting place. He curled into himself, making his now-skeletal frame a smaller target hidden by one of the tombstones. Their noises hurt his raw senses.

“Man, Daminion is a crazy son of a bitch!”

“Shut up, you moron! I don’t wanna be on his shit list. Things happen to those who piss him off! I heard he sends them to do the nasty military jobs for the government. Most don’t come back whole.”

The young man shivered and continued toward the middle of the third circle of tombs. He might be just a lowly guard compared to his friend, who was a security detail at the mansion, but he knew better than to dis his ruler. He wanted to continue breathing. He had his eyes on that yummy redhead from Ewengreen and being dead or worse would not help his cause.

“Why the hell are we doing this again?”

“Because Daminion said so. You want to ask him his reasons? Just shut up and bring those flowers over here.” Actually he thought it was sweet the devotion their ruler had even in death for his lost mate. Someday he’ll have that, too. Well, minus the dead part. Wow, he was being macabre today!

“I heard he killed his mate himself so why…”

They stopped in front of the disrupted tomb and froze in shock. Where the earth was disturbed, a hole could be seen. A hole in the metal casket. No body in sight. They dropped the seedlings and held the gardening tools as weapons in front of them.

For a moment the phoenix watching them considered his options. Their blood would rejuvenate him. Unfortunately he was too weak to take what he needed to survive. They would probably finish him before he could reach them, but did he have any other option? As he tried to find a last drop of strength, the guards sprinted to the exit. The tension left his body and he slouched against the stone that hid him. He took two more deep breaths, fighting the blackness before he was lost again. His chest didn’t rise again.


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“What the fuck are you two doing here? Haven’t I told you your tasks already?”

Caden frowned at the two idiot guards, trying to make sense of what were they gesturing with their flying hands. Both were out of breath and were sweating like pigs. He considered again upping the physical training required for guards. He should talk to Kale about some new exercise programs or new triage methods. Lame didn’t cover the state these guards were in. After the paranormal war had ended two years ago, the soldiers had seen hardly any action and it showed. Lost in his musing and worried about his friend, Caden almost missed the younger guard’s words.

“Say what?”

“General, it’s true! We both saw it.”

“Whoa, whoa. Say that again.”

“We both saw it?”

Idiot. He was surrounded by idiots.

“Oh! Yes! The earth is disturbed and there’s this big hole in Daminion’s mate casket. Almost like something got out. The body is missing also.”

Maybe he would reconsider bringing that therapist on board. He had to be hearing things.

“Whose body is missing?”

One of the guards threw him a superior look and he made a note to reassign the cleaning tasks.

“The domin’s mate is missing.”

Caden’s face blanked. He was thinking decapitation. They should know better than to fuck with him.

“The domin’s mate is dead, soldier.”

The guards straightened their posture at the not-so-subtle reminder that Caden was still their general. The stupider one of the two continued with a barely restrained snicker. “Yes, sir. As we were saying his body is missing from the tomb. We went to plant the flowers as ordered and—”

“Whoa, whoa! Back up! You say the tomb is empty, open, and there’s no body?”

Caden felt his blood slowing and a coldness spreading in his veins. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck. This was bad. No, this was catastrophic. Kade would go ballistic. And they’d just finished with the last war!

“Show me.”

“Yes, please do.”

And they were fucked. He turned toward his best friend and totally understood the terror his enemies felt before they were eliminated. Kale’s eyes were so sharp, they cut through you.


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Dangerous Games by E. A. Reynolds- A Paranormal M/M Interracial Erotic Romance Plus Excerpt

We welcome E.A. Reynolds as she tells us about her latest book...

About the True Psy Series

Dangerous Games is the fourth book in my True Psy Series. It’s the continuing story of the Psy cop Atienne Mandarin and his lover Psychic Doc Kinsey Lane as they attempt destroy part of what they call the regime. The regime is built of two visible figures, Sands, the High Councilor and his side-kick Jenkins. Their accomplice the Joker makes a triad of trouble.

The series has so far mostly focused on Jenkins and his desire for power at all costs including betraying those who think his is their ally. Jenkins has a long history with Kinsey and it is Jenkins Kinsey and Atienne are out to bring down in this thrilling action installment of True Psy.

The True Psy Series itself is a spinoff of Psychic Docs and was inspired by my fascination with the ability of the human spirit to triumph over oppression. The series seems dark and full of violence but it is about men finding love amid that violence and betrayal. The intention is to show the complexity of human nature as well as the will to survive in spite of oppressive odds.

On the other hand, the theme of the overall series is love conquers all. I think that’s illustrated in Dangerous Games when Kinsey accepts that Atienne loves him. He stops struggling with his past and decides to put it behind him by killing the monster that’s been lurking in the darkness of his mind for years.

The series is built on two distinct factions of the Psy community. The Separatists who are merely gay men living under their own governmental rule in small communities called colonies. The other faction is the True Psy or the mainstream Psy community that is straight. The straight faction seeks to destroy not only the GLBT of the Separatist community but the GLBT of the mainstream Psy community as well. Therein a war has begun that can only end one way and mass genocide is only part of the story.

Blurb:

Kinsey is free of the chains of the Dead Zone, but the war isn’t over. An old enemy rises to make one last play and there is only one way to defeat him.

Atienne knows Kinsey’s battered heart still needs to be treated tenderly. However, the seductive game is put on hold when Atienne’s brother is kidnapped and the only way to get him back is to trade Kinsey.

Kinsey refuses to allow Atienne’s brother to die, so he agrees to the trade accepting that he might die at the enemy’s hands. But Atienne isn’t prepared to give up the man he loves. Together they begin a dangerous game of systematically dismantling the enemy’s power base.

But the game has dangerous consequences that threaten to bring the Separatist Community its knees and tear Kinsey and Atienne part.  A bold ambush by the enemy forces Kinsey and Atienne to make a last stand that will change everything.

Story Excerpt

Kiri disabled the system from the edge of the lawn and Atienne interrupted the dark magic webs. Kinsey scanned and found three minds on the premises. The minds were beat squad soldiers.

“Anyone inside?” Kiri asked.

“Four minds,” Kinsey answered.

“Let’s get to work,” Atienne said grimly as they headed up the driveway to the house. A few towering trees cast shadows over the grass, but there was no cover as they made their way up to the house.

Kinsey stared up at the narrow windows and saw a woman looking down at them. She would inform Jenkins, but what did that matter. If he came running so much the better, but he doubted Jenkins would show.

Once they reached the front porch, Kiri said, “We can do this one of two ways. We can set charges here at the front of the house or we can break in and go around back and set charges there as well.”

Kinsey frowned, but he saw the privacy fence that was nearly obscured by bushes.  “I want them all the way around the house, he said. “Atienne and I will take the back.”

Atienne gave him an approving look and Kinsey smiled feeling determination flood.

“Okay,” Kiri said with a nod. She nodded to the man standing to her right. “Watch their backs. Are we using spells and crystals for explosives?”

“We are,” Kinsey agreed.

“Best thing we can do is a controlled burned,” Kiri said. “Keep the neighbors from losing their property. So, we can do the flash fire bomb spell or we can do the dragon’s breath spell.”

“I don’t know the flash fire spell,” Atienne said. “I’m prepared to do the dragon’s breath with a cayenne kick.”

Kiri nodded. “Then, I’ll use jaspers to mimick the effect with the crystals. I’ll set my timer for five minutes?”
“Five is good,” Kinsey said. No matter what he wanted this place gone. The fire would help to purge the grounds a little. “Can you do a cleansing a later?”

“I don’t do those,” she told him. “I’ll send a two person team that does.”

Kinsey headed around back with Atienne ahead of him and Kiri’s man’s at his back. He could feel the malicious energy waiting to attack them. Mentally, he prepared himself for what he was certain was to come. He’d have to kill the portal opener. Jenkins would certainly be using one to ensure this place was not destroyed. It had been as close to a sanctuary as the man could have.

They rounded the back to find four beat squad soldiers waiting for them. Kinsey immediately cut off all thoughts and went into battle mode.

The first shot was a pyrokinetic one, and Kinsey moved to take point against her. Atienne deflected her fire. Kinsey moved turned to dual with a metokinetic fire bronze at them. He sent a stream of hydro-kinetic energy straight to the ground after ducking and directed it up in a hard jet that slammed into the attacker’s shoulder. It turned to ice that was sharply driven into the man’s shoulder.

Kinsey moved to one side to avoid a bronze spike and found himself being telekinetically shoved to the ground. He rolled came up firing at the kinetic, but the man was already down. He turned his attention to the metal thrower who was firing off shots at the witch. He sent a spike of ice into the male’s leg before sending shards of icy into his chest.

The metokinetic let out a harsh cry and collapsed to the ground.

“Too easy,” the witch said.

No sooner had the words left his lips than kinetic energy was fired at them from the roof and a portal shimmered into life behind them. Kinsey waited until the portal opened and commenced firing icy jets of water.

The first one through was a female who fell immediately. Kinsey moved closer to the portal while the fighting raged behind him as Atienne and the witch dealt with the shooters on the roof.

                                              ****

“Do not close this portal,” Jenkins ordered Marcus Oaklyn. “If you do I will kill your ass right here.”

“If you don’t quick fucking with me, I won’t have the focus to keep it open,” he snapped back.

Jenkins moved in behind the team, he was going to take care of Kinsey Lane once and for all. With the distraction of the soldier’s he’d never see the telepathic attack coming.

He sent out a strong telepathic blast and heard Lane’s cry. He saw him through the portal as he clenched at his head. A malicious grin played on his lips as he sent out a harder blast. This one should knock out his shields.

He heard a scream and saw one of his soldiers fall.

“No,” Marcus said. “Get back!”

Jenkins ignored him. “Shut the fuck up coward.”

Marcus knocked him out of the way and Jenkins growled as they hit t he ground, but his eyes widened as the team members left in the portal collapsed.

Ice began drifting back toward them hard and fast. “Close it!” Jenkins ordered. The damned blast would end them both.

Marcus didn’t have to be told twice, but before the portal closed ice cut across Jenkin’s face burning into the skin making him howl in agony.

“I’m going to kill that fucking bastard!” He snarled as he got to his feet.

“Yeah, I bet,” Marcus said as he moved back to the monitor.

Jenkins joined him and watched as Kinsey and Atienne laid charges around the base of his sanctuary.


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