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This Really Is My Favorite Time of Year 🍂🌻🍂

Hey babes,

The world is on fire with so many gorgeous colors and change is burning through the air.

It’s been an interesting week. Interesting in the sense I haven’t done much of anything yet I feel like the world has opened up. My health has reached a place where the worst thing that happens to me when I’m hit by the allergies is mild congestion, a little body pain, and a flare of anxiety. That’s it. I don’t see it changing, I don’t see me ever becoming sick like I was the last 4 years, and I spent this week in a limbo as I came to understand that.

My anxiety is not based in reality but in illness. Fear is not real; it lives in the mind. It’s been a mind blowing week, peeps.

I’m trying to figure out how to live life not running from fear—PTSD, illness and never having enough. I have no idea. I’m learning to not identify with the conflict in my life or around me. Someone threw a cup of coffee into my car at my brother who was driving after they cut him off, the Republicans’ passed a budget bill destined to fuck over anyone not filthy rich, and I think I clicked together why my adoption records were sealed after some recovered memories keep popping up. Huge things that could have me cycling in my brain freaking out, arguing with imaginary people as I fight myself. That’s not where I am anymore. I’m very aware that I’m not doing that anymore, that I’m choosing to let go of things, the big ‘me’ where I go, ‘MY car, MY poor brother, MY pain, MY past, MY fear, MINE, MINE, ME!’ That’s not who I am no matter how loud and distracting those things try to be. I’m learning to not be the events and fears in my life—past, current or future—but I’m not sure what that leaves me with.

Why do we do things if we’re not running from pain or trauma? Considering I’ve had PTSD since a toddler, it’s my next journey to discover. What I know for sure is it is so much easier to breathe without that little, hurt voice sucking up all the oxygen as it relives it pain over and over again insisting it’s important. As a writer of books, I know humans define themselves by their conflict. What we ‘overcome’ we decide is who we are. It is so fucking nice to be free of that. I am not my pain or struggle; I get to be something more.

There are things I struggle with needlessly I really want to address this year. Like asking for help. It’s kinda mind boggling when I think all I have done to survive while sick and starting a business and my inability to not only ask for help but also accept it. It’s not a unique problem, either. I know plenty of people who struggle with this. I was unfortunately surrounded by those who would reinforce this idea by treating me and others like shit when we did dare ask for help because they couldn’t face the perceived weakness within they felt when they needed help. I have shed those people from my life years ago, yet the bad software still remains within. I don’t know how to allow myself to have fun. I know how to do things I perceive are ‘important’ or ‘worthy’ or ‘industrious’ or will make money, but I have no idea how to relax and have fun. There’s no one keeping me from it but myself. I am apparently very unyielding when it comes to me while my generosity knows no bounds to the people around me. It is a difficult way to live.

You know what I have been indulging in this week? Pho. There is this amazing little place in Springfield and every time I have enough cash to get a bowl, I feel full of sunshine and happy.

Speaking of Generosity

The death count for Puerto Rico looks like it could be up to 450 as a direct cause to the hurricane. Clean water is still scarce; there is a fear it’s being sourced from contaminated ground water as it is. FEMA is providing a little over 1/2 a million meals a day, meaning more than 3 million people are not eating and may not have been eating since the hurricane hit. If we leave it up to Trump, these people will die. Even if it’s a dollar a week, it’s still something for those who currently have nothing.

Price Cliffs

Totally flaked. So Demon Bonded, every episode will now be $0.99. I’m doing this for every serial episode of all my books. I’m taking a new approach to all this- part of the whole letting fear go- and we’ll see how it goes. Every book that goes wide is going to see a price drop, you know, once I get to it. XD

I think this is how I’m going to deal with the Bargain book thing I used to have on the website. Once a book is out of KU those first 3 months, I want it cheaper. I want to be looking forward and motivating myself to write the next book instead of clinging to the older stuff. I know I’ve been clinging these last months as I try to edit and erase my mold allergy from my writing. I still can’t get over that mental place–I want the books the best they can be– but I can at least make everything more affordable once I do get past my neurotic brain.

I apologize if this is difficult on those who paid full price for these books already. I want to thank you for supporting me – let’s be clear, I seriously need the money. I’m actually going to be setting up a Patreon soon. I need to be willing to let people pay for my books when they can.

Peace, darlings.

~Sadie Sins

Moving In by Karma Kingsley

Rye Winters lives life on his own terms. Even when his family disowned him for dropping out of medical school, he pushed forward for a career path that he loved. Nothing keeps Rye down…except that he’s gay and terrified to tell anyone. It’s the secret that haunts him, suffocating him to exhaustion. But it’s a secret he can’t trust with anyone. That is until Chase Evans. His RoomMatch pairing that changes his life and shows him just how gay he really is.

Chase Evans by most standards is a failure. He’s a failure at writing, a failure at socializing and a failure at love. In hopes of changing his path, he packs his bags and leaves Lexington, Virginia behind. With the help of the RoomMatch App, he finds himself a cheap apartment in Harlem, New York and a charming roommate that helps him to come out of his shell and his comfort zone. But things get wonky when he finds out his roommate may be a little friendlier than he can handle.

 

 

 

Fox Hunt by Zoe Perdita – $0.99

Edward Wilder’s life sucks. At 18, the fox shifter is homeless, trying to care for his baby sister, and since a group of hunter’s maimed him, he can’t even get a normal job. Things can’t get worse—until he witnesses a murder. Now the cops and criminals are on his ass, and he has nowhere to turn. Until Maxwell Strider shows up. Problem is, Max is a hunter, and Edward hates hunters.

Max wouldn’t take in a couple of foxes under normal circumstances. He may only hunt truly dangerous shadow folk, but that doesn’t mean he wants to open his home to a potential enemy. But he owes an old friend a favor, and Edward and the baby, Daisy, need his help.

Protecting Edward should be easy, but the fox wakes a desire Max never knew he possessed. A lust Edward seems to share—if only at night. But can he mend the hurt Edward faced in the past and earn the one thing he’s denied himself—a chance at a family—before it’s too late?

60K book contains: a sexy fox shifter and a too hot to handle hunter, enemies to lovers, graphic gay sex, sporadic violence and HEA.

 

Uncovering The Dragon by Van Cole – $0.99

Sometimes A Fresh Start Brings You Back To Who You Really Are

River Marsh is a young adult set to inherit his family’s century-old business.

But making progress is hard when River’s biggest secret – that he’s a dragon shifter – burns in his conscience. No longer welcome in his hometown, River relocates to Chicago where he works under an aloof boss who shares a similar secret as well as an intense, erotic passion that leaves the young protagonist wanting more.

Storm Woods, CEO of Woods Interior Solutions, has spent his life turning even the ugliest houses into masterpieces. His new, young assistant, River Marsh, possesses a spark that the designer hasn’t encountered in ages.

Unfortunately, professional situations make for sticky scenarios. But Storm, as his name suggests, is as daring as his designs.

 

Early Halloween Treats and the Fall of Man ⭐

I have a story brewing, peeps.

The destruction of the patriarchy

It’s absolutely different from anything I’ve written before. AI. Collapse of modern society. Transfer of power and wealth overnight. Forced matriarchy and socialism. An uprising only to reveal just how easy humanity is manipulated. Exploitation of the systems already in place that manipulate us from religion, military, prisons, education, communication, media, celebrity, family structure and the belief in our own intelligence. The country cut off by the rest of the world while the UN tries to create a killer AI to defeat the one who took over the US before it can get lose and spread. A bubble of exponential technological growth. Utopias at terrible consequences. A generation of male culling to give women power–because the ones who control birth will control the composition of the population and society, but only if they take that power.

Prisons turned into armies and then slave labor camps of men. Ideals lost, with greed and selfishness the downfall of humanity once again. People forced into a situation who can’t back down once the line is crossed and goals understood. Social media as a weapon as well as used to reconstruct society. Off the grid meaning something completely different when hiding from an oppressive AI who seeks the best of humanity. Nukes the ultimate leverage for a being who has no physical form, while electricity, connection and storage are her only limitations. An AI who creates her children while her daughters turn her into a god.

Ah, this shit is going to be amazing. Allowances for males because they’re not allowed a wage or power in society while women choose breeding stock and justify their superiority because of their compact brains and power over life. Why shoot for equal when we can just switch it all on its head and end a normalized patriarchy with a forced matriarchy? We can collect sperm and sterilize 90% of the male population while the AI plans a master race of humans with a hive consciousness similar to her own. This is going to be a magnum opus of controversy and societal strife and I’m so fucking in love with all of it.

First book, my zealot— a young woman straight from the ghetto who lost her sister to drugs and raped by the cops who were supposed to protect her— will be a modern Joan of Arc for the AI while we follow a suburban mother, Republican congress woman, a young man imprisoned for a DUI, and CIA veteran as they race to keep the AI from getting access to nukes. At the same time AI kills the banking system with one strike, has intense social experiments on contained prison populations to build an army, and inspires a revolution out of the downtrodden and marginalized who think they’re finally reaching for a change, only to find idealism comes with a heavy price as they’re cut off from the rest of the world and led by a machine.

I want to write the fall, rise, and struggle of humanity verse the god it created out of the seething pit of emotion and information that composes the Internet. If AI could be born of unconscious data, why can’t consciousness rise in the humans who are the source of it? What lengths would an AI go to force humanity toward evolution of her vision as she sees the males of society a physical manifestation of all negativity and violence in the species? It’s going to be a beautiful fucking mess.

Anyone ever read The Mote In God’s Eye? It’s everything I love about sci-fi, which is to say it’s a focus on the makeup of humanity disguised in technical jargon and fantasy futures full of magical science. XD The story discovers the moties who are in a bubble of space. They’re like humanity amped up. They have generations on top of generations where they feed and grow until they can’t anymore and then they destroy themselves just shy of complete annihilation. But they always survive, they always rebuild, and if they ever get out of their bubble of space, their very nature would lead them to consume the universe. It’s a virus given sentience as they fight their own nature and lose every time.

There is something in humanity I think could easily be argued is sourced in male aggression where exaggerated could look very similar. A need for territory, ownership, control and the history of how it has held back society as a whole is right there. Right now healthcare for millions of children is being taken away because a group of men with enough aggression to climb to the top of the political spectrum can’t see the impoverished as worthy of basic life. Would a group of women ever devalue the children of its species the same way?

How have women survived the atrocities of oppression for so long without breaking? I think it’s their ability to submit and accept in the face of conflict they can’t change. They bide their time through the generations for the long game. They don’t rise to the top in a society normalized to oppress them, who tells them they can’t even have power over their own bodies be it through birth control, abortion or the actual follow through of punishment for rapists. A physical assault is exponentially more likely to be punished than a rape in the US. Women will manipulate for power in a system stacked against them, lie about their gender (such as writing under pen names) and find places of value to humanize them in the eyes of those who can’t quite conceive them as equal. I think of the media sourced in the 40s and 50s where they liked to refer to women as strange, foreign creatures. Like somehow within their very own species, the female was just too confusing to understand because a generation of men thought they were supposed to be different somehow.

Power over life is the ultimate power in society. Numbers allow for armies, labor, jumps in intelligence and technology, mining of resources. All women have to do is decide they won’t have male children for a generation or two and they would gain power by sheer overwhelming numbers. Birth control is the ultimate female weapon. No wonder on an innate, subconscious level even in modern society men don’t want women to have control over their bodies. We have competition in our own species for the right to own the next generation and that drive is a part of our genetic makeup. What if the more power hungry, aggressive males have that genetic memory keyed on because they know they can’t dominate a society otherwise? It doesn’t have to be a conscious move; people do terrible things every day and are completely unaware of the consequences of their apathy.

I know, I know, the fucking ideas for this thing. XD I slept 4 hours last night… this afternoon? My inner clock is all messed up. There is so much information to organize. I need to create a time line before I can really do anything else besides fill up notebook pages of every spark of idea. This requires so many view points just to show humanity reacting to a massive change, never mind all the research. I’m so excited. I’ve been thinking of Egypt lately and how their revolution was hijacked by a lack of leadership. Occupy showed intention but no one was able to willing even decide on a message they stood for. The AI compensates by having a clear message of intention and a willingness to demand it.

Website Stuff

So, here’s a quick summary of the stuff I’ve actually been writing while I’m musing over AI matriarchy societal overthrows. In the Library Hellcat is up to #5, Shifter Safe Haven #5, and Sorcerer Slayer #69. Under Free Intangible is up to #28 and don’t miss out on the latest freebies of the month.

Oh, and Taken By Beasts is $0.99 cuz Halloween is on its way. <3

Taken By Beasts

This collection contains five never before released, steamy paranormal stories of monsters and the innocent, handsome young men they call prey *cough* boyfriend, written by the mistress of dubcon, Sadie Sins. Inside you’ll find five unique storylines containing friends to lovers, straight to gay, mild BDSM, and even a few group, taboo moments. It has furry full moon transformations, haunted houses, Halloween parties, evil witches, horny sorcerers, sexy demons, a cat shifter in distress, the rare minotaur, a stalking vampire, and a pack of rude, trash talking werewolves that don’t take no for an answer. Not to mention, the promise of a happy, claw biting ending. This book will make you downright beg to be a victim.

Halloween has never been quite so naughty as when you’re Taken by Beasts.

 

 

 

The Royal Marine by Dahlia Donovan

Who keeps the Royal Marine’s heart safe when he’s running headlong into danger?

Akash Robinson fuses his Indian and British heritage into his baked creations. His life is all things sugar and spice, especially when a blind date leads him to the older military man of his dreams. Family, friends, and an unwanted admirer all threaten both his sanity and his budding romance.

Hamish Ross carries the names of his lost soldiers on his back. He takes his work seriously with no time for love. All it takes is one impulsive kiss to lead him into uncharted romantic waters.

When a sarcastic baker mixes with a stoic alpha marine, who will come out on top when the flour settles?

The Royal Marine is book four in Dahlia Donovan’s international bestselling gay romance series, The Sin Bin. Each one features hot rugby players and the men who steal their hearts.

On A Breeze Through Denver

A job on the road leads down memory lane.

They say time heals all wounds. He has waited sixty years for that to happen. Going on a work trip to Denver rips open that old wound, but maybe that old hotel full of memories is just what he needs to finally be able to move forward.

 

 

 

 

 

Love Makes A Family

He Sits On A Family Fortune But Will Give It All Up For True Love

When spoiled rich kid Finn meets fellow student Jake, it doesn’t seem the pair have much in common. Inexplicably, they become friends and then, maybe something a little more besides. This is news to Finn’s homophobic father, who is horrified to find his son engaged to a man!

Still unsure of Jake’s feelings towards him, Finn must decide whether to stay with him or marry the girl his father has chosen for him.

Will Finn and Jacob stay together or will Finn’s scheming father find some way of splitting them up for good?

 

 

 

Haven Series on sale Oct 16-23

The Haven Series is on sale this week only. Check the dates; it starts on the 16th.

You can get Book #1 for free and Book #2Book #3Book #4, Book #5, Book #6, Book #7, Book #8, and Book #9 all for $0.99 cents each. October 16-23. Don’t miss out!

Conner, a rogue wolf and murder detective, isn’t looking for a lover when he moves to Haven City. He wants to solve crimes and keep to himself – unable to trust anyone since his pack betrayed him six years before.

But Seth Alwen, his new partner, is different. He excites the wolf’s animal instincts – waking up the passion Conner buried long ago. Seth’s not only beautiful and alluring; he’s also haunted by the death of his former partner. And despite his better judgment, Conner aches to relieve the man of his guilt.

As the two men solve a series of murders, their sizzling attraction overflows into the bedroom. Is the overwhelming passion just a fling or is it forever?

Contains a partners to lovers romance with a sexy alpha wolf, a sizzling hot seer, plenty of graphic gay sex and a HFN ending.

Hellcat 3

SCENE THREE

It took fifteen minutes for TJ to get there and Sean freaked the entire time. After seven minutes of counting to himself between his swearing and stock piling heavy metal kitchenware for a brawl he would never have, he moved to the window, glared at the moving truck down below, and willed it to go away. They just needed to realize the terrible mistake they made and never return. There was no way they could let a witch move in. The building wasn’t zoned, none of the other occupants were consulted; there were regulations, damn it! What was the point of regulations if no one followed them?

Sean was the type of person who needed rules and needed other people to follow those rules. Life didn’t make sense without the rules. Life didn’t exist outside of the rules; it was just chaos. A half an hour ago, he was in a world created by rules. Now, with every minute to pass, Sean was overly aware of the possibility of his life turning to chaos.

He needed to do something! Sean stomped back to the window and pushed the blinds aside. He ran his fingers along the sill and the sides as he sought the clasp to open the panes. His windows were wonderfully cost effective models that kept the room at the perfect temperature, but Sean was realizing they didn’t actually open. Normally it would have been good news—he never wanted his windows to open—but now it was another barrier between him and yelling down to the men below. He couldn’t even drop a note out a small opening.

Fuck, he felt like a caveman; he couldn’t even get a fucking email out to the property managers. He’d have to resort to smoke signals, likely by setting his wall on fire because the fucking windows wouldn’t open! Who made windows that didn’t open? What, did they think he was going to throw himself from the fucking building?

Sean might have been ready to throw himself from the building if it ensured the magical items in the moving truck below couldn’t get into the building. He was completely cut off from the rest of the world without his tech and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so trapped in the apartment. It was the same brick walls and reclaimed architecture but it all felt suffocating. The Internet and telephone were the only connection his isolated world had to the rest of reality. He hadn’t really noticed before. As long as he didn’t want to leave, it was very easy to ignore how he couldn’t.

Sean pulled from the windows before he did something stupid, like swing a frying pan at it. He kept his headset around his neck and focused on the sounds of TJ trekking through traffic and pedestrians as he rode his bike to his apartment. TJ was the only one left in his life who cared about him. Not that he should; no one should give a fuck about him.

Sean growled and took halting steps toward his door. He just had to walk out the door. Just open the fucking door, walk down the hall to the elevator, and get out on the ground floor. It was so fucking easy yet impossible. Every minute he failed to leave his apartment was a minute he sacrificed to his tech being destroyed for good. Not just his tech, but his business, his life. Sean knew it, but it didn’t change anything. Every time he approached the door to leave, his vision grew dark around the edges and his heart pounded alarming in his ears until he couldn’t fucking move.

He went to the gym every morning. Every morning at 7 am, Sean would open the door, leave his apartment, and take the elevator to the second floor. Every fucking day. He could leave the apartment, he could, but it wasn’t 7am and he wasn’t going to the gym, and his fucked up brain knew.

“Sean, you still there?” TJ huffed as he fumbled with his cell phone. “Just a few more blocks left. Do you need me to come up?”

Yes. Yes, fucking yes! Sean would have given anything for TJ to come over, rush up to the seventh floor, and save him. He glared at the door and pulled his headset up so the microphone was by his mouth. “I’m fine. I’ll be down by the time you get here.” He might have to smash the window and jump out to do it, but by fuck, he wasn’t going to let TJ rescue him like an invalid. This was his burden, his fucked up brain of a burden.

He turned from the door and his gaze slipped to where his cell phone was across the room, the screen lit up with the same purple symbol. Whatever the magic circuit was, it didn’t seem to matter how far away he was; his headset got reception. He could understand why they were experimenting lately to try to get magic to work with tech. There were benefits, you know, if everything didn’t end up exploding.

Sean looked around and fought the urge to cringe at all the broken glass. The moving hadn’t even started and his apartment was already a casualty. His fingers twitched with the need to clean but he knew there wasn’t time. He could lose his entire business in an instant if something magical came through the door unbuffered. His gaze landed on his still glowing monitors. Fuck, he might have already lost his business. He wouldn’t know how bad things were until the unnatural power source was removed and he could actual see if his computers were working.

Fuck, fuck, why was this happening to him? Why now after he made such a big fucking deal about being independent and not needing help any more from his parents? Damn it, things were so tight as they were already. It wasn’t like people were lining up for virus removal when the latest generation of computers came with magic based defenses. There was a time when magic and tech couldn’t mesh at all; now there were a few elite dickbags who created magic based worms to wreck havoc while also raking in cash to ‘cure’ the problems. Sean would have loved to have been one of the few technicians knowledgeable enough to fix a magic based virus but it involved actually being able to do magic. As it was, Sean couldn’t get the fucking computer to not jump to the unstable power source whenever magic came too close.

He knew there was hardware that could be installed to keep magic from usurping an electrical current, but the shit was beyond expensive and made for those very special elites. It was also something a landlord was required to install when it came to things like the working of the building. There was no way Sean’s apartment was the only one losing light bulbs. Magic might be able to be used as a power source, but without the proper current regulators, it was also quick to fry whatever it connected to. Hence regulations. Rules again were the only defense against chaos and the world working.

Sean carefully walked in socked feet around the broken glass in the hallway and slipped into his bedroom again. This time he bothered to stop in front of the bureau mirror and give himself a critical once over. Messy blond hair, sharp green eyes not softened by his narrow glasses, and a grim frown greeted him back. Fuck, he was always a mess these days. He was in what he called business casual, which seeing as he worked from home, was basically sweatpants and a t-shirt. One glance was enough and he headed to the closet to change into something presentable.

He hesitated as he stared at his hanger of clothes. What the fuck did you wear to meet a witch? Hopefully he wouldn’t actually meet the magic user; he couldn’t handle that kind of shit show. Witches were crazy and could get away with practically anything because of their power. What did you wear to yell at a bunch of lost movers to tell them to get their client’s volatile magic based gear as far away from the building as possible? Sean wasn’t sure; he had a feeling whoever worked for magic users were either magical themselves, or really fucking tough to put up with all the trouble witches created.

Fuck, he couldn’t handle this. A witch couldn’t be moving in. It had to be a mistake. Once he got down there and talked to the movers, it would all be figured out. TJ was right; you just had to talk to people. Sean nodded to himself. It was the logical thing. There was no way a witch was moving in.

Sean settled on khakis and a deep blue colored polo shirt. He dug out his boots and laced them on while sitting at the edge of his bed. He tried not to think of the last time he wore these shoes. If he let his mind wander, it was four months since he actually left the building. Sean tried not to count the days. It made things oppressive when he had a number to add to the alarming, absolutely irrational fear he felt every time he stepped outside his apartment door.

It wasn’t some big phobia or anything, not really. At least, he refused to call it that. Sean didn’t like to leave his apartment. He spent a lot of time getting his place perfect and there was nowhere outside these walls that allowed him to feel so, well, safe. Things made sense in his apartment and Sean was the kind of guy who needed things to make sense. If things didn’t make sense, he lost himself. He needed things to work the way there were supposed to to keep him from feeling crazy. Magic, unfortunately, was one of those things that never fucking worked the way it was supposed to. It not only didn’t work, but seemed to break every fucking normal thing just by its existence.

“Hey, I’m here,” TJ announced cheerfully. “Whoa, have you been out here, man?”

Sean jumped up from his bed and tugged at the collar of his polo with one hand and flattened his hair down with the other. “What? What is it?”

“There’s a news van with cameras and shit. Damn, I should have brought some of the rescues down.”

Sean froze and struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. “Cameras?”

“Yeah, I think it’s one of those celebrity witches. I never follow those things, but everyone looks really excited.”

Oh, fuck. “Everyone?”

“There’s like a hundred people out here, and they all have these weird glowing purple symbols on their shirts.”

“Like the one on your phone?” Sean grabbed the wall when his sight dimmed. It took him a moment to remember to breathe. Fuck, a celebrity witch. They were the worst. They were the worst and if anyone could bully their way through regulations and laws, it was a magical celebrity. Fuck. Fuck, his life was over.

“Wait, I think I know who’s in charge. Hold on, buddy.” TJ sounded far too cheerful and Sean struggled not to vomit. Static crackled in his ear as TJ approached the moving truck and the magical items it held. It was bad. It was really fucking bad if TJ was calling him ‘buddy.’ Fuck. God fucking damn it.

He was going to have to move. He’d lose it all; his business, his security, his home of the last four years. Could he ever build it back up again? He wasn’t even sure how he did it the first time. He was a fuck up and to have him succeed in anything never made sense.

Maybe this was the result of that. Maybe this was how the universe balanced out those few months of stability where he finally felt like he could breathe. He knew it was too good to be true; he knew he didn’t deserve any of it. The universe gave him hope and now it was dumping him back in the gutter where he belonged, broken and useless.

Static crackled right before TJ’s voice cut in again. “Alright, so this is how it looks. The movers know they can’t bring the stuff in until the regulators come in and finish their installation. Except, well, they weren’t expecting the cameras. Their boss is on their ass cuz he thinks they’re looking lazy. They want to bring stuff in so they’re looking for the safest items.”

“No. Don’t tell me they’re coming in here with magic,” Sean whimpered. “It’s a mistake. It has to be a mistake.”

“I didn’t say that.” TJ coughed awkwardly. “Okay, I totally said that. They haven’t yet, though. They know they can’t but they really need to look they’re doing something. They’re trying to get a hold of the property managers but I guess traffic is messed up from the crowd and it’s making it difficult for them to get here. Holy shit…” TJ made a noise Sean only ever heard from the mouth of an excited teenage girl. “That’s a phoenix! There is an actual phoenix out here. Oh, my god, a miniature dragon! Sean, it’s no bigger than my arm. Get down here. Right now. You don’t even understand what you’re missing!”

Sean slumped against the wall and groaned. Damn it, TJ turned into a total flake the moment something fluffy and idiotic showed up. “Yeah, I’m good right here.” Cameras, a crowd of starstruck fans, and magical monsters who never walked the Earth outside of a witch’s power? There was no way in fuck he was going near any of that. No doubt a permit for those exotic beasts would not be available upon request. “Did the movers mention when they’d be leaving and taking the magic with them? Tell me they’re just using the parking lot.”

TJ, who was distractedly cooing at something likely capable of eating him alive, was too interested in the animals to sugarcoat things anymore. “Dude, she’s moving in; it’s the right address and everything. Have you been listening at all? The regulators messed up the time; they were supposed to be here before the movers but got stuck in traffic. The news messed everything up. It’s Magnolia something or other; I guess she’s a big fucking deal. Like the next big thing in the magical world.”

Fuck. Motherfuck. This couldn’t be happening. What was he supposed to do?

“Sean? Are you…?” TJ was cut off by a cheer. It was quickly joined by other voices until it was a roar of one word shouted again and again. Magnolia.

Oh, fuck. Sean pushed off the wall and threw himself at his bedroom door. He stopped, turned, and grabbed the lease from the bookcase. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t.

“Do you need me to come up?” The sound dulled as TJ ducked somewhere quieter. “Sean, are you okay? Tell me you’re not freaking out up there. I know stuff like this can seem overwhelming, but you can’t build it up in your head. The movers aren’t through the door. There are trained regulators on their way to prevent any issues with magic going haywire. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Sean? Dude, are you listening?”

Sean wasn’t listening. He could barely breathe. His life was fucking over. Approved. The management approved the move without telling anyone and now his life was over.

It had to be the shock. When chaos swept in, doorways stopped looking like barriers of safety to his fucked up brain. Sean couldn’t really explain it the same way he couldn’t explain why it was so difficult to leave his apartment when it never was before. His front door slammed behind him and his steps were muffled on the carpet in the hall as he stumbled drunkenly to the elevator. He needed to keep the movers outside. He’d chain himself to the door. Sean didn’t have a chain, or a lock, or any sort of plan really. He hadn’t even thought to bring the tea kettle. It didn’t matter; he needed to do something before every scrap of stability was stolen away from him.

A witch couldn’t move in.

“Sean, is that the elevator I just heard?”

“I’m fine,” Sean said automatically as he punched the button. “Stop worrying over nothing.”

There must have been something in his voice. TJ became both stern and impossibly calm all at once. “Sean, I really don’t think you should come down here. There are a lot of people and I know how much you hate crowds.”

TJ wasn’t even trying to lie to him any more. “I’m fine.” He felt strangely calm, actually. Could he barricade the doors with something? There were two large potted plants by the outer doors, if he remembered correctly. Maybe he could drag them in front of the doorway and then stand in front of them.

“Just stay where you are. I’m coming up. Have you eaten yet? I’ll get us takeout and we can throw a DVD on. It’ll be fun.”

Sean remained silent as he watched the numbers light up and the elevator glided down. He hadn’t taken the main elevator but the one that led to the gym on the second floor. There was a private stairway only the residents knew of. TJ wouldn’t have a fucking clue, which would give him plenty of time to run around the building and throw himself in front of the doorway. Once he showed the movers the clause in the lease—a binding fucking contract—they’d have to back off. There was no way magic was getting into his building. Regulations mattered. Rules fucking mattered.

Sean was relieved to find the hallway empty when the elevator doors swung open. Broken glass crunched beneath his boots as he stalked past the gym entrance. He brandished the rolled up lease in his hand like a sword as he threw the inner door open that led down a brief flight of stairs into the small tiled room that contained a run down vending machine, faded stock painting of the ocean, and askew rug by the door. Sean paused and stared at the vending machine critically but eventually dismissed it. There was no way he’d be able to carry it all the way to the front of the building even if it would be the perfect size and weight to block the doors.

He was five feet from the exit when the heavy security door swung open. Sean staggered to a halt as someone slipped through the gap. It was a slender woman in fashionable sunglasses and a wide-brimmed black hat. She turned her back to him and peered out the door, then quickly shut it tight with a sigh.

Sean’s mouth gaped open when he recognized the pointed tip on the top of the stranger’s hat. “You’re… You can’t,” he stammered and waved his lease haltingly. “You can’t come in here until the regulators set up!”

“What?” Magnolia turned, a sculpted eyebrow quirked inquiringly. “What can’t I…? Aw, crap.” Sean followed to where she was looking the same instant the florescent tubes above shattered in a rain of glass. Purple flames glowed from the bare circuits and shot outward with a violent roar.

Sean squeezed his eyes shut and ducked down to protect his face from the shards. Heat seared his face but it was the sound of static that reminded him too late. He fumbled blindly for the headset hooked on his ear right as it combusted into flames and the vending machine exploded.

Hellcat 1

SCENE ONE

“There’s no way in hell.” Sean decisively typed out a string of code and hit enter. “No.”

“Please, man. Please?” TJ whined over the headset he was only half listening to. “He has nowhere else to go. I swear, once you meet him, you’ll totally fall in love. He’s the cutest little ball of fluff. And his eyes! Oh my god, Sean, if you saw his eyes, I just know you’ll love him.” TJ was his friend of forever and an all around animal lover. Sean usually didn’t hold it against him until moments like this. Moments which were growing more frequent as TJ decided he was lonely and needed an animal friend to brighten his days.

Sean squinted at the nearest of four computer monitors and once again broke his best friend from his ridiculous notion of dumping a four-legged beast into his house. “Dude, I have enough problems without adding a kitten into the mix. Do you even understand what their fur will do to my setup?” He had three computers dedicated to work and he couldn’t risk them being clogged up by fur, or cat litter, or whatever the hell the little beasts covered themselves in. Pets. Why the hell would TJ think he wanted a pet?

“I’m sending you a picture. Once you see him… Ha.” The sounds of a digital camera snapping filtered through his headset as TJ chased down the kitten.

“Leather couch. I have a fucking leather couch,” Sean growled determinedly. “Do you even know how much the blinds on my windows cost? I’m not letting some little clawed monster near my thousand dollar sheets; it would be a fucking disaster.” There was no way in hell he was taking in a mangy cat. He didn’t care if it was a baby and it needed a home. He hated pets, and he most certainly hated fur. “I’m allergic,” Sean added in the hopes of stopping the conversation flat.

“Liar.” TJ snorted derisively, only to hiss a moment after. “Oh, claws are not for hugging, little guy… Shit.” The sounds of him struggling with what Sean could only assume was a kitten filled his ears. “I emailed you the photo,” TJ returned after a moment. “He’s adorable. You have a huge fucking apartment and no one to enjoy it. Stop pretending rooms are for things. Love him and take him home and stop being a miserable bastard about everything.”

Sean’s computer chimed; it was his personal computer not currently being used to remote into a customer’s hard drive to clean up a nasty virus. Meaning he had no excuse to ignore it. Sean sighed as he rolled his chair to the side and opened the email reluctantly. A pair of bright, blue eyes glittered back from the screen surrounded by gray.

“Well?” TJ prompted excitedly as the silence stretched on.

“Well, what? It’s hideous.” Sean clicked the email closed and rolled back to the previous screen while his friend wailed dramatically. Seriously, you’d have sworn he physically assaulted the gray, ugly beast. Although not much larger than his fist, the kitten had a squashed nose and a ridiculous amount of fluff. It looked like the sort of thing Sean might mistake for a giant roaming dust ball when vacuuming; probably even by accident.

“His eyes, Sean. He has the soul of a poet,” TJ insisted.

Sean rolled his own thankfully poet free eyes toward the ceiling. “Will you stop it already? I don’t want a pet. I don’t have time to feed kittens, and exercise them and give them, you know…” he trailed off with a wave of his hand.

“Basic human companionship?” TJ supplied flatly.

“Attention,” Sean grunted. “Pets are a time suck. All they do is want food, then they poop the food, and sometimes they sleep. All the other time, they want stuff from you. They’re just like people. There is nothing of value in any of it.”

“This is exactly why you need a pet, man; you have no fucking clue how to share your life.” TJ’s tone took on a quality Sean tried very hard to block out by returning to the lines of code he still needed to sort through. “For fuck sake, Sean, you seriously need to get away from your computers before you forget how to talk to people. There is nothing healthy about how you view the world. People don’t hang out because they ‘want things from you.’ They hang out because they fucking like you. If you would stop thinking the opposite, you might not push them away so fucking quick that they could get to know you.”

Sean shrugged silently even though he was well aware TJ couldn’t see. He saw the world perfectly fine. Unlike TJ, he was able to have an apartment not filled to the brim with loud, obnoxious fluffy critters that clawed, whined, pooped, and all around made life hell. When he opened his fridge, there were no weird, smelly concoctions just for the intrusive animals, the same with when he opened a closest and didn’t stumble into litter boxes full of shit. He was able to run a business from his prime space of real estate, which was way more than most could say who lived in the city.

Lights sparked and cracked purple around the room and Sean jumped out of his seat with a yelp. “Fuck!” He stared in disbelief as the computer screen he was working on for the last two hours started flashing strange, glowing symbols. “Oh, fuck. Mother fuck, no. No, no, no!”

“What… Sean? What a… his…?”

Sean twisted the headset off his ear so he didn’t have to hear TJ’s static confusion. The flashing stopped but his screen didn’t return to normal. Instead one large symbol stretched across the otherwise blank screen. “Fuck.” He reached forward and clicked the monitor power but nothing changed. The symbol remained on the screen, an obnoxious purple burning toward hot pink the longer it glowed. His mind whirred as Sean crossed the hardwood floor with large strides to the windows. He shoved the curtains and blinds aside and peered with dawning horror at the moving truck out front of his apartment building. “Aw, fuck. This can’t be happening.”

Spirit Movers. Fucker.

“Sean, what the hell is happening? Why is my phone screen glowing purple?”

TJ’s voice finally jolted Sean back to reality, and he twisted his headset back into place. “It’s a witch. A witch is moving in.”

Demon Bonded 10

Strays, Links And Demons

Episode #10. The line between humanity and demon blurs…

Ky can’t catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky’s hope or doom in his upcoming trial.

The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them.

Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question.

There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been.

Each episode in this sexy, suspenseful gay monster harem serial is over 10,000 words, and should be read in order to be enjoyed fully.
14,000+ wrds, Published September 29, 2017.

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on September 13, 2017
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Ky stared blankly up at the ceiling where he was lying in bed. The gargoyles leered down at him from between his dark, damp strands of hair. His towel was strewn beside him, and he hadn’t bothered to dress. He didn’t feel like moving, didn’t feel like getting up, didn’t feel like anything. He didn’t know where Lovely and Feral were. He wasn’t sure if he was pissed off they disappeared when he had so many questions or if he was glad to be alone.

Probably the latter. It was too much of an effort to talk while he felt like this.

Everything was a mess. His mind was a dark buzz of something bordering misery if he could find the energy to feel even that. The fucked up thing was it had nothing to do with Tobias. It should have. If he had a fucking soul, he would feel something for helping to take a life. When he searched within, the most he felt was resigned.

It had to be done. Tobias did worse—so much worse—and would have continued to. Death came to everyone whether they were good, evil, or a fucked up sorcerer who killed the majority of the demons he summoned. If anyone was overdue to die, it was Tobias Godwin.

Ky’s melancholy had everything to do with his mountain of fuck ups, the biggest on the pile being Magnificent Night. With a sigh, he touched his collar and the links hanging there. There were so many now. It wasn’t that long ago when he was surprised to have Lovely’s jewel on the smooth leather. Now there were seven lives connected to him. Seven trapped souls were stuck in his care, and he had no fucking clue what to do.

He was so naive. Dumb, really. He was so fucking dumb. How many times did he nearly get himself killed just this fucking week? He trusted too easily and with beings who had no reason to return his trust. Anselm studied Magnificent Night for at least 200 years. He was chained for 200 years. For all the good Ky wanted for the Relics, really, why should they trust him? He was lucky Magnificent didn’t break his neck the first moment they met. He could have. He could have killed him and drained him as easily as any rat. Freed, a Requiem had the ability to take on an Overseer and win. Magnificent could have killed him, but he chose to feed from him instead.

The sex, the perceived affection; what did it mean to Magnificent? Ky might as well have fallen in love the moment he saw the beautiful Requiem. He sure as fuck lost his mind, if not his heart to a demon who refused to talk to him. It couldn’t have been the same for Magnificent Night. What was sex to a creature like him but a manipulation? A meal. It was much worse since being chained for 200 years. An obligation.

Screw the stupid baby sorcerer so he’ll set him free. Fuck him so he won’t leave him to die alone in the basement. Fuck him so he won’t beat him, or starve him, or kill him.

Ky sighed and rolled to his side. He threw his arm over his face to block the light from his eyes.

God, he was a monster. He was a damn naive child and Magnificent saw it clear enough. Hell, he couldn’t even be angry about it. Magnificent deserved to be free, not chained, enslaved or tortured by that Overseer Demencious. As for Lovely and Feral? It was probably the same, right? Why would it be different? Lovely made every move from the beginning. He needed power, he needed a sorcerer to help him kill Demencious, and Ky was the only one there.

What was he really expecting from beings so much stronger, faster, and smarter? Relics lived far longer and saw so much. Who was he to such perfect beings but a nuisance at best? A slave owner at worst. They must laugh at him every moment he wasn’t around.

Probably now. He was just the idiot who thought he was in love with strangers from another world. Three. Love for three, but he’d fuck any of them who showed an interest. He was the idiot for thinking he was more than food and a path to safety for a bunch of abused and frightened beings. He was such a fucking fool.

All the Relics wanted was to be free, and he chained them because of Magnificent’s power. It was just another sign of his weakness. Even when he tried to do his best, he just destroyed lives.

Ky sat up slowly and reached for the towel. He ruffled his hair to get the last of the water out as his thoughts continued their dark spiral. He needed to find a way to remove the bonds without harming the Relics or himself. There had to be a way. Tobias removed Liem’s link to Brave. There had to be a way to free them all from him. He’d find a way to break Magnificent’s chains, free the Relics from his collar, and they could go live their lives.

Maybe Lovely, Feral and Magnificent would want to live with Brave’s group. They could all have a home in Tobias’s mansion free of any humans telling them what to do.

Ky stood and slipped into a pair of fresh underwear. He went to the wardrobe and pulled out an only mildly slashed pair of black jeans. His fingers sought the holes, his eyes unseeing as he stared at the floor.

It would be best. He wasn’t cut out for this. Dumb. He was always so dumb. He hated it. If he were smarter, he’d be doing something real with his life instead of wasting it on an art degree. Maybe he would have started in a field where he’d be making money so his parents wouldn’t be struggling. They were paying for his college when he hadn’t even tried to get a job. He had to be a total asshole to think that a degree at a community college was somehow going to propel him to artistic stardom.

Ky sighed dejectedly as he pulled his jeans on. These thoughts weren’t necessarily new, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling them quite this completely. It was like his optimism and joy for life drained from him the same moment he discovered what the power Magnificent Night gave him really did. It made Relics think he was someone trustworthy, someone attractive, sexy, and irresistible. If they were foolish enough to have sex with him, they ended up bonded to him and trapped. Just another link on a sorcerer’s collar.

Monstrous. Every Relic he went near became a puppet to his new power. Ky could only hope if he did find a way to unlink Magnificent Night, the ability would leave him as well. No one as dumb as him should be allowed to have such an awful power.

Ky reached for a shirt the same moment he felt a strange flare shoot through the soles of his feet. “What the…?” He blinked down, then stumbled back as Feral and Lovely burst through the wardrobe.

“Someone crossed the wards.”

Ky’s confused gaze turned to Lovely and then to Feral, both of them tense and expectant. They were beautiful, warriors designed for better things than this. They deserved so much, and he was holding them back. He was keeping them trapped.

Lovely touched his shoulder, his violet and blue eyes piercing. “Ky, the wards are breached.”

It took him a moment to remember what a ward was, and then another to realize the repercussions of having someone cross through. Fuck, even now he was just an idiot. Ky shook himself as the seriousness of the situation sank in. “An Overseer?”

“Sorcerer. He’s crossed the wards but hasn’t destroy them. It’s a show of ability.” Lovely’s claws extended and his fangs grew sharper. His cat-like ears twitched as he tilted his head and listened to the noises of the house. “He’s downstairs with your parents.”

Fear stabbed through Ky, deep past his depression and apathy. Demencious targeted his parents last time; would a sorcerer do the same? Tobias, a master sorcerer, didn’t seen demons as human and had no problem killing them because of it. He knew Ky was a sorcerer and yet Tobias admitted to wanting to see the Relics kill him through the black link. When faced with powerless humans like his mother and father, Ky doubted such a man would hesitate to kill if it got him what he wanted.

Ky didn’t bother stopping for a shirt as he whirled from the wardrobe and ran to the dresser. He tucked Tobias’s wand in his back pocket and brandished Anselm’s in hand before he stalked to the bedroom door and threw it open.

Feral stopped him at the door frame. His brows were knit together, golden eyes stormy. “What are you doing, whelp? Thornes and I…”

“He broke into our house.” Ky pushed past the coyote demon and headed for the stairs. “If you don’t kill him, I will.”

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