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Gah, Okay, Stuff!!! 🍪🍪🍪

Whoot, my head is killing me. Lots of $0.99 MM reads below!

Hey, babes. Uh… I had an idea. I know, that’s kinda my thing. I get ideas and write them down and *snort* it’s a book! XD So, some while back I had this fun idea for a kind of Demon Virus reboot. For those who missed it, Demon Virus is a free fic you can snag where the concept was the MC gets stalked through the computer by a pretty rapey incubus. Like, I wanted to make a series or a novel out of Mikey and Will hunting down the bastard incubus who changed him and others and find a way to be changed back. Except, they need to first find the next virginal victim, so Will has been tracking the incubus’s movements online as best he can, while Mikey is trying to get the thralls who are changed to not totally lose their minds from the change—yeah, cuz drama! And I was going to open on this party where they think the next strike is already underway, introduce the characters in the game and then…

Well, I think this would be another fun plot line for one of those choose your own adventure things. Because I could do so much with it. My brain loves this kind of interactive novel idea where you have the reader making choices just looking to get to all the sexy outcomes and I feel like this plot could totally suit a lot of sexy outcomes. Like ridiculous, fun, pick a character, pick a conflict and go with it. Who would be the guy chosen as the sacrifice to lure the incubus in? Would it work or will the Incubus choose someone else? What if the guy chickens out last second, goes and has sex with someone—because he doesn’t want to risk being turned into a mindless sex thrall—and someone else is picked as a result and the plan thwarted? What if Mikey can’t keep Will from being a total horny bastard (even though Mikey is the sex thrall and Will the damn human!) What happens when a bunch of poor, tormented sex thralls end up at a college party? What happens if the Incubus is actually caught?!!

I love everything about this idea, of being able to write both stories, all options (at least, the most fun, sexy ones.) Just, I still have no clue how to fucking do it. XD I think that’s why my brain is all over this. I want to solve the problem of it. The multiple plots, the how to branch a story and allow it to double back, or just end. It’s such a project and my brain loves problem solving—plus the whole writing of sexy sex. XD I could fit just about any kink I want in there depending on the branch of the story. Straight to gay, first time, incest, monster sex, multi, sex thrall gangbang—it’s a thing now that I can conceive it. Lol. And what if such a concentration of paranormal beings like incubi sex thralls attracts the attention of other paranormal beings?

It really is just this fun, anything goes kind of concept. Love it. I could set it up on the website for starters—I can’t even imagine formatting the book just yet… okay, I can because my brain is on this shit, but still. I could set it up, start it as a free thing cus it’s interactive, maybe have some extra sexy branches locked so the subscribers feel they’re getting their value for supporting me. Squee, so many possibilities… Oh, maybe I could do subscriber polls to help decide which path to explore next?!

I have defined the ending of Hellcat (at least 10,000 words more @[email protected]) and am writing it into reality this week. Ah, TJ, you’re so screwed. <3 Then it’s back to Sorcerer Slayer (yay!!!) and I think the Demon Virus idea—unless something else catches me first. Oh, I nearly have the next Demon Bonded fully outlined and sketched, too. Ky’s going to school! Oh, oh, oh, and I keep forgetting to tell people. Demon Bonded #10 is out of KU and now permanently available for $0.99. Snag it if you haven’t yet.

*deep breath* I hope you’re all enjoying your weekend. Lol, excuse my manic joyful blathering. I’m having fun in my head again. XD

Laws of Attraction- $0.99

Welcome to the world of Luke Hanson.

Every few months he has to move to a new town, so friendships and relationships are as fleeting as the scenery.

Until he ends up in Glendale for the last months of high school, where he meets the resident bad boy, Kris.

Kris is enigmatic and mysterious. With his tattoos, wit and guitar skills, he’s every girl’s, and Luke’s, dream – but he keeps distance from everyone.

Living on the two ends of society, with Luke in the uptown and Kris in the poorest neighborhood where poverty and abuse are a normal occurrence, will Luke be able to pass the emotional barriers Kris had set in place and have a real relationship?

Laws of Attraction is the first in series of MM contemporary romances, but can be read as a standalone novella with a HFN ending.
Tropes: First Time, Enemies to Lovers, Coming of Age.

Angel’s Feathers

How far would you go for the one you love? How much of yourself would you sacrifice?

Trapped on a decaying Earth and cut off from the rest of the Universe, humans are no longer allowed to leave their planet. Break this one law and you die: a penalty enforced by flyers, aliens who look like angels of long-lost religions. Michael, the flyers’ leader, is the Punisher who carries out every public execution.

Adam, a young human with near-perfect memory, is committed to rebuilding Earth and a true believer in the flyers’ dominion. While Adam’s support for flyers isn’t a secret, his deep love for Michael is. Not even Michael knows, for his kind never take human lovers, and to Adam, they are too far above him to reach.

In his broken and unwelcoming world, Adam’s love can only lead to pain, loss, and disaster. Yet there is no force in the huge expanse of stars and galaxies that can stop Adam from following Michael to the end of existence. Not even Adam’s own beliefs.

Straight By Day- $0.99


What I thought was a casual fling from a hookup app turns out to be a meet-up with the most famous actor in the world. I want nothing more than to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity until I realize he’s in a relationship with an equally famous actress. However, once he informs me that the relationship is simply meant as a public cover-up, I find myself in his hotel room. It doesn’t take long before I realize that a passionate night with Patrick could turn into more than a quick rendezvous.

The other problem? He’s never gone all the way with a man.


For as long as I can remember, I’ve chased a glamorous life of lead roles in action films and multimillion-dollar paychecks, but a one-time hookup turns into more than a quick thrill and forces me to throw caution to the wind. The public may view me as nothing more than an action hero, but Braden sees me for who I really am. The only issue now is figuring out if I’m able to walk away from the fantasy life I’ve built to live the authentic life that I’ve only ever seen in my dreams.

With millions of people watching my every move, I have to decide if I’m strong enough to cast aside fame and fortune and finally embrace what I truly want.

Strays, Links And Demons- $0.99

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.

The Drunk Email—free

Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It’s impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he’d ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk.

Chasing Raider 2


Raider was all nerves and doubt the moment he stepped into Will and Chris’s room. He waited until none of the shifters were around. He didn’t want anyone to know his plan. He wasn’t even sure if Christopher could help him, and he sure as hell didn’t want to be made fun of if the other guys found out.

Will was reading a book on his bed when Raider knocked on the door frame. They always left their door open since everyone liked to hang out in the tree room. Still, Raider hesitated when he saw Will’s surprised expression. He never visited, like, ever. Shifters and sorcerers might freak Raider out, but the type of paranormals William and Christopher were took it to another level. They weren’t human. They weren’t ‘right,’ or so, at least Raider’s raccoon was insisting as the scent of elf and incubus surrounded him.

“Hey, Raider. What’s up?” Will closed his book and stood. A beaming smile crossed his face now his confusion was gone.

Raider bit his lip and his gaze strayed to the side where Christopher was sitting on his bed, unmoving, eyes closed. “Uh, hey. That is… hi?” He couldn’t seem to find the right words, which only made it all the more unbearable. What if Chris couldn’t help him? What if he, well, wanted something in return? What kind of payment would an incubus want?

Will seemed unfazed by Raider’s nervousness. He stepped over, his eyes bright, nutmeg colored hair bouncy. “Did you want help with your new plant? It’s really special and I’m sure you want to take good care of it.”

Raider nodded distractedly as his eyes flickered toward Chris again. The incubus still hadn’t moved and it was more unsettling than if he came running at him. “I need to, uh, ask something. A favor.”

Will smiled beckoningly. “Okay. I don’t have much else planned today…” Will trailed off and his expression grew dubious as he turned his head to Christopher. “Oh. Are you sure?”

Confused, Raider huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Am I sure about what?”

Will’s eyes flickered his way a moment, only to land back on Chris. If anything, his expression grew more worried. “Alone?”

It was then Raider realized Will wasn’t talking to him, but telepathically to Chris. Raider pursed his lips and tried to stop the churning in his stomach. Crap, could Chris read his thoughts? Probably, right? He was some sort of demon who fed off of dreams or something and he could mind speak. He could probably read his thoughts.

Raider hunched forward and tried to take a few steadying breaths. It was bad enough having his thoughts, crazy as most of them usually were. The idea of anyone reading them was threatening to send him straight into a panic attack.

“Raider?” Will touched his arm gently but Raider still jolted. “I’m going to go for a little while,” Will said carefully. “I won’t be too long if you want help with the plant Michael gave you. Or I can stay, if you’d rather that.”

Raider stared at him a beat, his dark eyes full of fear warring with hope. After a moment, Raider shook his head. “It’s fine. I just need to, uh, talk to Chris. That’s all.”

Will’s smile was wilted at the edges as he glanced at Christopher again. “Right. Listen Raider, you haven’t been here long, you know? Maybe we should sit and I can explain a few things about paranormals you’re not so familiar with. I know it can be overwhelming and all but…”

“William.” Christopher’s voice was soft silk when the incubus spoke. Will clicked his mouth shut and glared his way. Chris, who had been motionless up to that moment, opened his eyes. They were a deep shade of red that glowed for a moment, although Raider might have imagined it. With Christopher’s skin an ashen, blue tint and his long sleek hair nearly white, it was easy to imagine his eyes might glow.

Will didn’t seem to care if Chris’s eyes had a demonic glow. He stood in front of Raider with his hands on his hips. “There’s no harm in explaining things.”

“You’re being rude,” Chris said simply, his voice void of emotion. “I don’t interrogate your guests.”

Will narrowed his sky blue eyes warningly. “I don’t eat my guests.”

Raider choked and broke down into a fit of coughing. Eat? Like cannibalism eat?

“Oh, dear.” Will turned to Raider and patted him on the back until he got his coughing under control. “No, you are far too sensitive. He’s practically shaking,” he added to Chris over Raider’s shoulder. “I don’t approve of this.”

Chris raised a pale eyebrow. “Thankfully, your approval was never required. Leave us.”

Will scowled, and his pointed ears turned red at the tips. He didn’t speak a word, but Raider could tell from the way he was glaring at Chris, he wasn’t being silent about his opinion on things. Christopher remained unmoving, his expression serene as the two communicated telepathically.

“Are you here of your own volition?”

It took Raider a moment, and he blinked when he finally realized Chris was talking to him. “What?”

Chris sighed, a both soothing and unsettling sound from a being not remotely human. “Is it your choice to be here? Have you been coerced, tricked, or intimidated into coming to see me?”

“Uh, no, I mean, yes.” Raider licked his lips as his heart pounded faster. This was feeling more and more like a bad idea. He refused to meet Will’s concerned gaze. “It’s my choice. I’m here by choice.”

“That should settle it.” Christopher’s expectant expression did nothing to dull Will’s glare. “He said it himself. His choice.”

Will was far from pleased as he headed for the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back. “You’re still accountable to these humans’ laws,” he reminded sharply.

Chris snorted and waved his hand airily. “No law has been written against an incubus.”

Will scowled and revealed sharpened teeth. “If you don’t abide by those laws, know that I will involve Master Howld. He won’t hesitate to remind you of the acceptable limits of this place.”

Chris fell silent and Will refused to move. Raider’s nerves were taunt as he wondered just why the hell Theodore would have to be involved. Will didn’t even know why he was there. Unless he could read minds too? Oh, hell, he hated magic.

“You expect too much of me,” Chris finally spoke, a storm having dulled his eyes.

Will’s gaze flickered to Raider a moment, his expression grim. “I expect you to be exactly as you are made to be, incubus. Hungry.”

Chasing Raider 1


“Okay, guys, I think that’s it. See you in three days.”

“What?” Raider, foot outside his dorm room door on hearing Michael’s voice, felt his chest clench unbearably. “You’re leaving?”

“Yup, I have this amazing convention in Prague.” Michael flashed him a beaming smile that only made Raider’s heart feel too large for his already tight chest.

“You didn’t tell me. You can’t just go without telling me.”

Antonio trailed over while staring at a hand held game. “Geez, cut the fucking apron strings, man. Mommy Michael is only going to be gone a few days.”

“Fuck you,” Raider snapped, his face red. He didn’t understand. No one fucking understood.

“Raider.” Michael jogged over before Raider could lock himself into his room. “Hey, you got this, man.”

“I don’t. I really fucking don’t,” Raider muttered before he could stop himself.

“Raider, you’ve been doing amazing. You’re talking to the others, you’re getting along with the pack. You’re doing good. You must see it because I sure do.”

Raider felt tears sting his eyes and ducked his head so Michael couldn’t see. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going?” He felt so betrayed that Michael would just up and leave. Where was he going? Who was he going to see? Did he like someone, was that why? Why wouldn’t he tell him?

Michael’s expression was kind as he ducked closer and caught Raider’s gaze. “Honest? I didn’t want you worrying about this for an entire week before I even left. I know you’ve gotten used our talks and I figured this would stress you out if you thought about it too much.”

Raider wanted to tell him then, just blurt it all out. How much he loved him. How much he needed him. He did. It didn’t matter if it was for three days or a fucking second; Michael not there felt like a lifetime of misery. Raider held his tongue. There were too many people in the lounge and Antonio’s remark still stung. Michael wasn’t his mother. It wasn’t like that. He just, damn, he just needed him all the fucking time to feel okay in the world. It was different. It was special.

“It’s only a few days. And I was thinking while I was gone, you might want to work on something.” Michael produced a bowl shaped flowerpot no larger than his hand. The surface was glossy, blue glazes painted over purples and blues to create a beautiful rainbow effect. Among the dirt in the center were the barest few green vines freshly sprouted.

“It’s a special plant. I won’t tell you in what way, but if you remember to take care of it every day, you can find out.”

Raider glanced up suspiciously as Michael placed the pot in his hand. “Take care of it how? Like water it and stuff?”

“Nope, this is a super special plant. It needs sunlight and attention. It literally feeds off the energy of thoughts. Keep it beside your bed and whatever thoughts you have will decide its final form.”

Raider stared at the plant doubtfully. “Will my bad thoughts kill it?” Fuck, he had no idea what he’d do if his gift from Michael up and died just because he spent all his time worrying over him. He was already worrying over the possibility of worrying. The pretty little vines didn’t stand a chance.

“Negative, not bad,” Michael stressed. “There is no such thing as a bad thought, Raider. Negative thoughts are still thoughts, and all thoughts are enough to feed that plant. So unless you’re totally brainless, it’s going to be fine.” Michael grinned teasingly. “Only one way to find out.”

Raider bit his lip as he met his gaze. He couldn’t help but grin after a moment. Michael got him a gift. He hadn’t gotten anyone else a gift, just him. Maybe he did like him. Maybe he might even more than like him. Maybe, if he told him how he felt, he might even like him back.

“I gotta run. Remember, there’s always Dr. Rob, Theo, and Bear if you need any help.” Michael’s expression turned sober. “There’s also the pack. You’re doing better, Raider. You know they can help you.”

Raider sighed heavily and his shoulder’s slumped. “I know. I will… I mean, if I need help.” He wouldn’t. There was no way in hell he was going to ask the pack to supply any of the emotional support Michael gave him by just existing and being in his proximity. At the same time, he didn’t want Michael to worry about him not getting help. He was going on a trip and it wasn’t right to make him worry.

“Have fun, yeah?” Raider attempted an encouraging smile. “What’s the convention on?”

Michael nodded at the pot in his hand. “Rare and magical plants, of course. I might be bringing home a greenhouse, knowing me.”

Raider couldn’t help but smile as Michael stepped away to say final goodbyes to the others before leaving for the portal. Michael thought of the Academy as home. Seeing as he lived there, Raider could even pretend he was coming home to him with a bunch of flowery gifts when he did return.

“What did he give you?” Antonio asked as he sidled up next to Raider and peered at his hand.

Raider automatically tucked the little pot into his arms to hide it from view. He still hadn’t forgiven Antonio for the mommy crack, the bastard. “It’s nothing. Just a thing to help me not have worried thoughts.”

“Ha, good luck with that. Bet you’re freaking now, huh?”

“What? No. Why would I be freaking?” Raider felt more and more defensive in the face of Antonio’s superior expression. “Michael’s coming back in a few days.”

“Sure, if he doesn’t go and fall in love or some shit. What grown man really wants to keep coming back to a bunch of fuck ups? You know the first pretty face he meets, he’s totally skipping.”

Raider scowled and glared. “Michael has worked here forever. He’s not just going to leave.”

“Pretty sure he’s left like a dozen times, for years on end. Nothing really cages Michael.”

Raider resisted the overwhelming urge to shove him across the room. “You’re wrong. He’s coming back. He likes it here.”

Antonio just shrugged and turned back to his video game. “Hey, lie to yourself. Whatever. Try not to think your little plant there dead.”

“That’s not how it works.” With a final glare, Raider threw himself into his room and slammed the door shut behind him, blocking Antonio from his view. Fuck him. Fuck him for ruining his good mood. Michael said it would only be a few days so it would only be a few days. He wouldn’t lie.

Raider stalked to his bed and gently placed the plant down on his bedside table. He sat and after a moment he scooted the little blue flowerpot until the thin curly vines were in the stream of light shining from the window. He bit his lower lip and realized after a few minutes he was spinning the ring on his finger.

Damn it… Damn it. What if Michael did find someone on his trip? What if he fell in love and never came back? Or what if he came back just to say goodbye because he was going to move on to a job in a greenhouse and never return?

If only he could tell him how he felt. No. He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. Michael would laugh at him, or worse, pity him like some foolish child. He couldn’t bear that. No, he needed Michael to see he wasn’t some pathetic kid with an anxiety disorder. He needed to see he was, well, desirable.

The shifters saw it. Leo and Forest sure did. Any alpha could tell just from a sniff of his scent that he was attractive and worth staying for. Raider wished he wanted them the way he wanted Michael. It just wasn’t fair; his scent worked on everyone but the one person he wanted.

Raider straightened from his slump on the bed, his hand flashing as he whirled his ring. What if that wasn’t true? What if he found a way to make it so his sex scent worked on beings that weren’t shifters? What if he could find a way for Michael to react to his scent?

There had to be a way. Raider stood unsteadily as his mind raced. Surely there was a way. Scents worked on sorcerers all the time. Theodore had an allure that worked on anyone and everyone if he cranked it up high enough. And Christopher…

Raider exhaled sharply. Christopher was an incubus. If anyone knew how to attract absolutely anyone, he would.

So What Goodies This Week? 🐝

Babes, what a week.

I could go over the crap happening in the world, how my chromebook charging port kicked it, stuff I failed to do, blah, blah, or I could tell you about L-Glutamine. This is my third day on the supplement—it’s a simple amino acid in powder form where I take a tsp in the morning and evening. I started it because I heard it did amazing things to heal leaky gut, and considering I have an autoimmune disorder and so many allergies and difficulty digesting or eating in general, it is very likely I have leaky gut. What I didn’t realize was what L-Glutamine does for the immune system and its responses.

Third day and I’m a different person. Yeah, that scares the fuck out of me after 4 years of yo-yoing of am I going to be okay or not. Because the second day, I woke up myself again after so fucking long. It was like waking up into my teenage to early 20 something body but without the mold poisoning I was experiencing during those years. My brain is back, body is back. There is this underlying feeling of stability and sturdiness I cannot even begin to describe but has flipped life upside down. I am calm, energetic, my body is moving again like it should, it’s holding moisture like it should—I’m no longer waking up with dry eyes, flaky skin and pruned fingers. I have picked up my cats repeatedly and not had allergic reactions of wheezing and dry eyes and exhaustion. I feel l so stable I don’t know when to take my adrenal meds.

I ate so much food yesterday! XD I’m also incredibly hungry at this moment. I have been struggling so long to be able to force food down the last 4 years and in a day, I have hunger and digestion again. Pain does not hurt me like the overreactions of before; it’s like my nerves are coated in something soft and protective. I feel warm when it’s cold out—suck it, hypothyroid. I actually sweated and I didn’t go, fuck, do I have a fever? There is something about this L-Glutamine where it not only effects metabolism, immune function, gut permeability, energy levels, brain cognition but also gives an overall feeling of well being and confidence, and I’m fucking loving it.

Example. I learned some shitty news about Barnes & Noble yesterday as they make a sweep to ban books in their erotica section containing taboo subjects; they were the last hold out for certain subjects to be allowed in the mainstream market. Dark erotica is being squeezed out and the policing of people’s fantasies normalized in the name of decency and family values while ignoring consumer demand–this is an anti business move being disguised as the opposite by businesses of books. Not just dark erotica, but gay erotica because these themes are most prevalently explored by the open minded LGBTQ community. This is literally a personal problem for me given what I enjoy writing, and my stance on anti censorship and the freedom of adults to be able to make adult decisions including what they want to read and make money off of writing.

That said, I’m not emotionally devastated; I’m not even taking it personally. Instead, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I need to publish fiction that fits into the norm so I can fund my ability to write the smutty, dirty erotica I love so much. I’m thinking of writing a FMM paranormal trilogy—outlined this gorgeous beast a year ago and maybe now is the time to get it fleshed into creation—so I can ‘legitimize’ myself among the mass market to prove writing sex isn’t a crime and the authors who do it shouldn’t be treated like degenerates with their books banned and profits prevented. I actually had a very wicked thought I doubt I’ll follow through with where I could write a ‘clean’ fiction trilogy metaphoring (oh yeah, I just verbed that) strong Christian values while urging said readers to my very naughty website where we embrace the value of not being repressed as fuck as a culture. I have better things to do, but the irony would be delicious.

Anywho, new Sorcerer Slayer and Shifter Safe Haven in the Library, and new Intangible under Free. I decided on HellCat for my annual Halloween fic this year cuz it’s super fun, a bit easier with it being all plotted out, and I have so much stuff I want to do while I’m feeling well. On Smashwords you can now get Demon Bonded episodes #1-6 republished with new, shiny covers and extra editing. Hoping to get the next three up this week. I was slowed down with allergies last week but hey, this L-Glutamine is making shit happen super fast now. I feel strong and whip sharp mentally. Expect episode #10 of Demon Bonded to be published some time next week as long as my health holds. So excited—so many secrets to share in the series. XD

Oh, and a shout out to the kind souls who took the time to review Demon Bonded! I seriously appreciate it. Every review helps me look like a real author. <3

I know I bitch about my health a lot. There has been so much resistance in my life to where I am. But now I feel like myself *fingers crossed* I really see why I’ve been struggling. I want to get all these stories out of my head and shared with the world. There are these beautiful characters just waiting to be found, understood, and connected with. I think it’s the human condition in so many ways. We are trapped in these bodies, unique and similar, and all we want is to find those who see us and can pull us from these feelings of loneliness and isolation. We are infinite beings living in a finite world made of matter, and every dream and thought we have is an entity we create and grow. How can we not suffer when we all manage to keep getting trapped in one world, one dark thought or restrictive lifestyle? Stories allow us to see the range we have inside and hopefully lead us to stretch into a new life where we are less restricted, less caged in flesh and social norms. We need someone to tell us we’re going to be okay, because fuck, from the perspective of trapped humanity, it’s not even a possibility to see it as real.

My dears, it is going to be okay.

Demon Bonded

First book is Perma-Free. If you haven’t snagged it, don’t miss out. <3







Incubus Seduction — $0.99

Lust is life for an incubus

Judging by the desire radiating from the red-faced mortal in his sex shop, there was yet another fast, forgettable meal coming his way. When his intended snack turned him down, even after he’d massaged his prey’s inhibitions, the demon’s interest piqued.

No ordinary human could resist the lure of an incubus for long, and yet Finn was fighting as if his life depended on it. If what Ezra suspected was true, it did. Finn’s lust was not only life for the demon, it was a ticket to fame and fortune beyond his wildest dreams.

It was time to use his full demonic abilities to bring down his prey, to separate him from his mundane life and relationships, even if it was against supernatural law.

Being propositioned by a mouth-watering stranger was flattering, but a fling would ruin Finn’s carefully planned future. So why couldn’t Finn forget what those sinful, dark eyes promised?

A m/m paranormal novella told from the human’s POV. 1st part of the Incubus series. NOT a standalone.

The Second Quarterback — $0.99

They Like To Play The Field But That Might All Change When They Meet

Charity organizer Alex Foster doesn’t give second chances. What can love possibly have to offer that no-strings sex doesn’t cover with a hundred times less risk?

That might be bad luck for NFL star Garrett Argent. These days, he’s all out of second chances. He’s onto the third, the fourth and the fifth – and if he isn’t careful, even his incredible natural talent won’t keep him in professional football for much longer.

When Garrett approaches Alex’s charity to help organize a fundraising gala, sparks begin to fly.

Can Alex overcome his past traumas to let new experiences in? Can Garrett overcome his bad reputation without taking advantage of anybody’s good faith? Or will it be curtains for the second quarterback in Alex Foster’s life…?

Sorcerer Slayer S60


Fox’s nerves were frayed tight hours after being safe back at the Academy. The pain throbbing through his body might have something to do with it. Dr. Rob was hopeful about his ears but apparently the slashes from Malek’s claws were another story. Poison, of course. Everything about that demon seemed to sink in and destroy even once he was gone. Justin was still unconscious, and the wound on his chest was far more complicated than first thought. Leo was injured so badly he was currently stuck in his lion form. As for Forest, well, although he was physically unharmed, he was an absolute mess on a level Fox didn’t even know how to help him with.

Plus, there was the screaming.

The small hospital side room was warded to keep sound from escaping but it did nothing to stop the vibrations from shaking through the door and wall. If there was anything left on the other side of the door where Vincent was being kept, he doubted it would last for long.

Fox sat on Justin’s bed instead of the one put aside for him. Dr. Rob wanted to spell him to sleep but he refused. It might help him heal faster but he wanted to be awake. He wanted to make sure he didn’t lose any friends the moment his eyes closed.

All the patients were huddled around Justin and Leo’s individual hospital beds. Will and Christopher had brought Dante to the hospital the moment they heard who was injured. Dante was huddle at the foot of Leo’s bed, his eyes downcast as he watched the bandaged lion’s chest rise and fall. Wylie stood next to him offering silent support. Dorian was on a bed next to them all, separated by choice. His head was ducked and breath full of controlled sighs to keep from needing a null-collar for his power.

The atmosphere was unsettling; a heavy storm of worry, fear, agitation and dread flowed through the group of patients while Dr. Rob and the other masters stepped back and forth around them. Mr. McPherson dropped in long enough to see how everyone was before he left to call Leo and Justin’s families. Dr. Rob was currently mixing a potion for Justin in his office now everyone who needed bandaging was wrapped up. The silence stretched without the adults, interrupted only by Fox’s unconscious hisses of pain and the strained breathing of Justin and Leo on their hospital beds. There didn’t seem to be much worth saying; it was either voice the worry and fear, or let it hover above.

“He’s going to be fine,” Forest whispered hollowly to himself. His eyes were fixed unblinking on Justin’s too pale face. Justin looked lost among the colorful poultices. Most were centered on the brutal magical burns on his chest which refused to heal. Fox was sporting a similar mixture of magenta pink smeared down his left arm and side. His thin hospital gown was already stained with the poison absorbing potion.

Fox could scent the guilt rolling off of Forest. It didn’t matter what he said to try and make him feel better, Forest didn’t want to hear him. It was probably going to take Justin being awake and forgiving him personally for Forest to realize it really wasn’t his fault any of this happened.

Another vibration came from Vincent’s room and they all stilled with heads ducked down.

“So, what happened?” Jake asked Dorian quietly. Jake and Antonio arrived only after Master Thane found them hovering at the entrance of the alley. They held back, half afraid to get in trouble for wandering off. They didn’t even know anyone was hurt until they were through the portal into the Academy and realized everyone else was in the hospital.

Dorian continued to glare solemnly at his bent knees so Fox spoke up. “They were hunters. I think for slaving. They caught Raider in some sort of trap and we went looking for him. When we found him, well, shit got real super fast.”

Usually he loved to tell stories. Usually he was the one who couldn’t wait to exaggerate and relive and make everything seem better by being amazing. This time he didn’t have it in him. There were too many consequences and he wasn’t sure if they were going to disappear in a wave of magic like before. Every time Fox thought back, he just wished none of that messed up fight even happened.

“One was a shifter. The fucker was an actual shifter,” Forest snarled in disbelief. The noise sounded half a sob once it was out. “He tried to recruit Leo. You know, like to see if he’d turn on his us like that stupid ox shifter turned on his own.”

“It was probably easier for him,” Fox muttered after a moment. “To know Leo wouldn’t be hurt if he agreed. Those guys were going to kill all of us.”

Forest just hissed. Anger was bright in his eyes, only enhanced by the shine of tears. “Fuck. Fuck them all. Frost should have killed the fuckers.”

Fox silently agreed. He sought out Justin’s hand and twined his fingers with his motionless digits. It would have been a lot easier to deal with his friends being hurt if he knew those evil fuckers weren’t out there hunting down shifters.

The quiet of the hospital room was shattered when Michael pushed through the door that led to the hallway. He was talking loudly into a phone, his face pinched in worry. He quickly pulled the cellphone from his ear and covered it with his hand as he looked at the group. “Guys, any tattoos or uniforms? Is there anything at all that might have distinguished them as part of a group?”

Fox and Forest exchanged glances; Forest’s yellow eyes were haunted and Fox knew he wasn’t going to say anything even if he did remember something. “They were dressed alike, you know, like they had money,” Fox said. “The demon was definitely running the show. And they… well, they offered Leo a job, so someone was actually paying them. But they never gave a name of their master or anything, so…” he shrugged, uncertain. Raider didn’t seem to have anything to add; he was hunched so far into the chair at the edge of the group, Fox was pretty sure he was trying to hide.

Michael’s eyes hardened for a moment when he realized there was no information to be had. He went to sweep out of the room, only to be stopped by Dorian’s voice.

“The demon shifter. The runes used to bind him will reflect the sorcerer’s style.” Dorian raised his head and met Michael’s waiting gaze. “You know how this goes. Demons are damn rare and this one is being bound by ancient means. There won’t be many sorcerers out there with the capability.”

“It’s not something anyone is gong to announce, though,” Antonio added, his expression grim. “I mean, really, anyone who has a demon isn’t going to tell a soul, not even their family. Demon slaving is so dangerous and totally illegal.”

Michael nodded in agreement but his expression lightened slightly. “Yes, but Dorian has a good point. If we can get some spell samples of local magic users, we might find the one who cast those runes.” He turned back to his phone, speaking excitedly to the person on the other end. The glass door to the hallway swung shut as Michael slipped outside again.

“If they’re even local.” Forest’s voice was soft and full of defeat. “It was a city hub. For all we know, they were passing through. They could do it every day; target what they can find and run immediately after.”

“Fuck. Do you think they already caught a shifter today?” Fox sat up on the mattress. Now the idea trickled into his mind, he couldn’t shake it. What if they weren’t the first that day? What if some shifter was captured by those psychos only minutes before they came after them? What if they were out there, terrified and…

“Don’t,” Forest whimpered. He buried his face against Justin’s side. “Don’t make me wonder if there are more. That we failed someone else. God.”

Fox stilled and stared down at Forest’s hunched form. It felt like every word was capable of breaking him right now. He reached out and gently rubbed his slumped shoulder, grateful when Forest didn’t pull away.

Raider, unfortunately, thought it was time to add his perspective on things. “If so, any shifter would have been screwed if Frost killed those guys. For all you know, they could have been tied up and left to starve or some shit. And really, if Frost did kill them, what would have kept him from killing all of us right after?”

Again. Again, right back to this fucked up topic. Fox bristled but tried to breathe out calmly. He was fucked up; he knew Raider was fucked up. Still, he just couldn’t let it slide. This was the same shit said about shifters that got them all tagged and registered, and had people looking to kill them. Just in case the fears were true.

“How did they catch you?” Fox turned his head and met his gaze, only to have Raider look away. “You had something in your hand. Did they come after you or did you just chase after some useless, shiny trinket.” His voice raised by the end, his words full of anger. All Raider did was blame everyone else while he never wondered how he contributed to the fucking messes he ended up in.

“It was made for a dragon,” Raider said defensively. “It was made to capture someone like Doe who’s used to fighting the shiny pull.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who go caught.” Forest didn’t bother to look up, his voice strangely hollow. “There was no scent, no sign of those guys at the store or on that street. There was nothing to make us suspect they were there. The only clue we had was your scent leading down that alley.”

Raider pursed his lips nervously. “What are you saying? That I intentionally led you into a trap?”

Forest shook his head. “I’m not saying shit. I just want to know how it went down. What were you doing wandering from the pack when you’re so scared of everything? It’s weird.”

Raider huffed and glanced to where Wylie was standing. His hand came up and he ran fingers roughly through his short, dark hair. “I wasn’t wandering, I just, I didn’t want to go into that butcher with all the dead animals. It’s not a fucking crime. The sorcerers left, so why couldn’t I just walk down the street?”

“Were you running again?” Fox asked bluntly, a dark spark in his eyes. “Were you hoping to find some fucking hole to hide in until we all went back to the Academy and left you there?”

Raider stood abruptly from his chair, his teeth and fists clenched tight. “No, I was too fucking scared to run, not that it’s any of your business. I don’t know what happened. The moment I saw the damn shiny thing, everything else blacked out. At least when I lose my shit I don’t have to worry about murdering everyone like your psycho boyfriend!”

“Fucker!” Fox didn’t feel the pain of his wounds as he bounded up with claws and fangs extended aggressively. Raider held his ground, his face red with anger.

“Stop it,” Dorian snapped. Raider and Fox were flung back into their previous seats and an invisible pressure held them in place. He gave them a hard, long stare, then waved his hand. The magic abated but their tempers didn’t.

“All you fucking predators do is kill. You do it so much, you don’t know how to handle a normal situation. You just think everything leads to killing.” Raider gripped the arms of his chair tight, too pissed off to be afraid of the obvious magic used against him. His entire focus was on Fox, who looked moments from leaping across the room again. “So why the fuck would Frost be any different? How many people has he killed where he can walk into that alley and not even fucking hesitate? You know I’m right. You know he’s just as bad as the monsters who were trying to kill you.”

Fox snarled warningly. “If all we do is kill, you fucking moron, then why the hell are you still alive! With a mouth like yours, any predator with a fucking brain would have snapped your neck just to shut you up!”

Wylie sighed heavily and ran his palm down his face. “Guys, if you’re going to do this, do it elsewhere.”

Raider turned his glare Wylie’s way. “Why, so you can hide it all? Pretend you aren’t all killing every day in this place?”

“For fuck—because two of my pack are wounded from saving your damn life,” Wylie snarled back. “And all you want to do is bitch about the guy who saved you.”

Raider’s expression turned furious. “He didn’t!”

“Yes, he fucking did.” Dorian looked far calmer than the rest of them but it was clear this particular topic of conversation was wearing on his nerves. “You see the wounds on your pack? You see the bruises and slashes all over Fox? Do you not realize they’d be dead right now if we hadn’t shown up?

Dorian shook his head and exhaled in frustration when Raider just glared back defiantly. “You want to complain about predator instinct or whatever; what the hell do you think it takes to stop a predator who has no conscience and just kills for the fuck of it? You need warriors who aren’t afraid to get hurt so people like you, people who are afraid, can keep living their naive lives thinking they have a choice. If your pack died, if Vincent failed, if Theo didn’t show and no one was able to stop those sick fucks, you would know exactly how little a choice you have when you’re not willing to fight back for your right to live.”

Dorian tugged at his bangs in agitation, his mouth twisted in a grim frown. Dante was quick to come up beside him and sit on the bed. “You have to fight,” Dante said quietly. “Even if you lose, at least you lost by your terms.”

Raider just scowled, his eyes glued to the floor, hands twisted in his hair. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

Dr. Rob’s office door swung open and the man popped his head into the room for a moment. Everyone immediately fell silent as his calming voice filled the room. “Guys, can we keep things quiet, please? Rest is very important for healing.”

“I’m leaving.” Raider pushed himself up from the chair. “If you want to justify murdering people when you know how fucking much it sucks to die, have at it. I know it’s still wrong.”

“It’s nice to have the privilege to make that choice when you’re alive,” Wylie said flatly. “Will you be calling Justin and Leo murderers if they ever wake up? Or is that just reserved for the sorcerers you obviously hate so much?”

Raider paused mid stride but didn’t say anything. He left in silence, his glare molten.

“Fuck him,” Fox muttered as he grasped his wounded side. “The motherfucking ass is always causing trouble. He’d say the sky is purple just to piss people off. Like anyone gives a fuck about the life of those assholes when for all we know those freaks have a room full of shifters they’re selling for parts?”

“He’s scared,” Will said soothingly. “For someone like Raider, who can’t walk down a street without feeling like a victim, it’s very easy to be angry at everything. Give him time to calm down. Justin and Leo need rest. You do too, Fox,” he added with a worried look.

Fox growled dismissively. He was tired of having to bend all of his emotions to Raider’s bitchy moods. He was tired of having to hear his friends and pack were a bunch of murderers just because they ate meat. Raider literally condemned them for protecting him to the death when the stupid raccoon was terrified of dying. The guy was insane. Raider was so irrational, it was exhausting.

Fox lay back on the bed with his arms raised about his head so he wouldn’t jostle Justin. He tried to calm his racing heart, anger still hot in his veins. With a shake of his head, he turned only to find Forest trying to hide his tears as he clutched to Justin. Fuck, another casualty Raider would never see because he was too fucking busy judging everyone. Fox reached his hand out and took Forest’s shaking one. He sighed when Forest whimpered and buried his face tighter to Justin’s shoulder.

Minutes passed, first awkward because no one knew what to say and Forest was definitely crying. Eventually the silence filled with softly spoken words. A door handle clicked and Fox jolted upright when Vincent’s door swung open. He met Master Theodore’s gaze, who deliberately shut the door behind him and used his body to block everyone’s view.

“He’s resting. Something I would hope all of you will do soon,” Theodore added with a pointed look to the group. “Dinner is ready in the lounge.”

“There’s no way I can eat,” Forest mumbled.

“Possibly, but I want you to try. Even if it’s just water.” Theodore looked to them all and his gaze lingered on Leo and Justin. His expression grew tired. “They’re going to take some time to heal. The demon shifter used magic in his physical attacks and it’s making the would healing difficult.”

“But they’re going to be okay, right?” Wylie asked.

Theodore nodded sharply. “We believe so. But they need rest.”

Fox, Forest, and Wylie exchanged glances; the determination in Theodore’s voice wasn’t lost on them.

“They’re pack,” Wylie finally said as he faced the master sorcerer. “They didn’t abandon anyone and we’re not going to abandon them.”

Theodore seemed understanding but also unwilling to budge. “I hardly think they’re going to feel abandoned if you go get some fresh air and put some food in your stomachs. You can always come back tonight and sleep on the cots if you insist.” His gaze turned to Fox and his violet eyes hardened. “Has Dr. Rob stressed how you shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous until your wounds fully heal? Being on your feet doesn’t mean you’re not moments from dropping.”

“Got it.” Fox brushed off his concern with a shrug. Knowing Theodore, the guy knew he was up and fighting with Raider minutes ago. “How is he?” he asked as he nodded toward Vincent’s door.

“Emotionally overwhelmed,” Theodore said simply. He walked toward the exit but paused as he opened the door out into the hallway. His expression was unreadable as he looked at Fox. “I think he might be open to company a little later. I’ll speak to Rob about it.”

Fox watched him leave. Did Vincent want to see him? Or did Theodore just think it might be good for him? He didn’t really care; he wanted to see Vincent. It was bullshit he was locked in a room all on his own when he was clearly suffering. Fox leaned back on the bed and Forest’s hand immediately sought his out again.

Vincent did everything right and he was tortured for it. There were no more vibrations of screaming but Vincent was rarely one for emotional displays. No, he ate his emotions, drowned in them like an internal wound that refused to heal. And still, Vincent tried. No matter how hard things got, Vincent never blamed, never diverted, he just kept pushing and trying. Fox wanted to be strong like that. He needed to ignore the shit Raider said and be strong the way Vincent was so he could help the people who needed him.

You know, just not go crazy at the same fucking time.

Fox’s heart twisted every time he remembered how Vincent’s eyes looked; they went from being full of determination and fire to have it all snuffed out in an instant. Before that, it was like he could finally see into the real Vincent. Someone who knew who he was, who wielded power just as easily as he did breath. Vince was a warrior, a protector. He came to life to save those who needed him. When he failed… like the way he failed that shifter in the past. When he failed, it was like Vincent disappeared inside himself and left only an echo of his real fire.

Fox sighed softly and covered his eyes with his free arm. Even now Vincent was locked away. No pack, no one to thank him or help him. At least Master Theodore was allowed to be there for him. Fox kinda assumed Dr. Rob or even Michael would be the one to go to Vincent, but no. When they first heard those crashes of desperation from the other side of the door, Master Theodore went to him readily with a null-collar wrapped around his neck.

It was a reminder how the masters at the Academy didn’t care if someone was a shifter or sorcerer or anything in between. They just cared. Every time Raider said shit, Fox needed to remember that. Raider’s perspective wasn’t reality. The masters cared. Everyone in this room cared that Justin and Leo were hurt.

“Are you sure he was a demon?” Wylie sat with Dorian on the hospital cot. Dante was curled up next to him so he could see Leo and Justin from his perch. “I didn’t think demons could shift. Well, at least, McPherson told me there was no such thing as a shifter who turned into a demon.”

Dorian, usually prone to sparks, was sullen as Wylie waited patiently for an answer. “He was a demon. One able to shapeshift… well, he should have been able to. Shifters can’t turn into demons but some demons can turn into animals.” Dorian’s expression grew stormy. “The thing is, I don’t think he could even do that. Vincent had him between spikes and if he could have gone small, he would have to escape. Fuck.”

Wylie sat back as Dorian suddenly stood. Dorian’s eyes were haunted and he started to pace the length of the bed. “If you had seen his face. When those runes went down from Theo’s spell… Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Wylie gently grabbed Dorian’s arm and pulled him close. “Ri, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Dorian whispered harshly. “There is nothing okay about any of it. It could have been Dante.” He looked away as he fought tears. “I saw that trapped fucker and all I could think about was what might have happened if you hadn’t rescued D. No one would have known he was in that crate. No one even cared he was gone from his home. No one would have saved him if not for you, Wylie. He could have been used to kill, or steal, or anything terrible until one day someone stronger would finally fight back and kill him. Fuck, and they would be justified for it. He could have been a slave until he died and… fuck. It’s fucking shit to even think about.”

Fox huffed from his spot on Justin’s bed. He leaned on his arm to look over to where Wylie was holding Dorian’s hands. “What, so now you feel sorry for the guy who was trying to kill us?”

“I can give a fuck about another living being and still want us all to live,” Dorian snapped, but his voice was far from biting. “Didn’t you see his expression when Theo cast that spell? That demon was terrified. He begged when he realized the runes were going to turn back on. It was completely fucked up.”

It was, but Fox didn’t want to think about it. Out of all the people who could have died in that alley, he knew his choice.

“I don’t understand why he didn’t just kill you,” Forest muttered, his eyes downcast. “He was a demon. He probably could have killed us all easily. But he didn’t.”

“It’s because he was bound,” Christopher spoke up. The incubus was sitting away from the group to make sure his powers didn’t effect anyone’s healing. “When a sorcerer binds a demon’s power to him, he cripples many of the demon’s abilities.”

“Sorry, Chris.” Forest raised his head to look his way. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s what happens.” Christopher’s expression was calm and his red eyes steady. “I’m not offended. Pretending these things don’t happen only allows them to continue.

Fox slowly sat up and sighed. He liked Chris and he didn’t want to be an asshole about demons just because one tried to kill them all. “Okay then. Why would a sorcerer cripple the power of a demon if he wanted to use that power?

Christopher raised a blue-tinted eyebrow. “It’s an unintended side effect. It’s very difficult to keep someone under another’s power without breaking him on some level.”

“Many masters use collars to keep a captured demon’s power from reducing, but the collars are much easier to break free from.” Dorian looked back at Fox to explain. “The runes are an older magic used on the most strong-willed of demons. That cat demon has been fighting from the beginning and was still fighting when Theodore set him free for that minute. You could tell every time the runes pulsed red. He doesn’t want to be trapped doing those things and when things got bad, he fought it even harder.”

Forest pushed up on his arms, his hands buried in his hair. “You’re telling me he’s enslaved? Like someone is literally taking over his body and mind? Fuck, this is all so crazy.”

“Yeah. Killing him would have harmed the sorcerer who controlled him,” Dorian added quietly. “Vincent knew. It might have even killed the master given the way he bonded to the demon. If Master Theo had been able to get a lock on the sorcerer while the demon was momentarily free, he might have been able to save him.”

Forest couldn’t seem to find the words. Fox watched, eyes narrowed, when his friend teased his hand behind him for a moment. He knew he still had Malek’s feather. It wasn’t good. Whatever hold the demon had on Forest should have left the moment he was out of sight and scent.

Dorian turned back to Wylie, their foreheads pressed together. “It’s hard to know if another chance like that can happen. Sorcerers who don’t want to be found rarely are. Not when they can control a being as powerful as a demon shifter.”

Agitation was brimming through Fox, a feeling he recognized all too well in Forest’s eyes. They were so busy thinking about stolen shifters, they failed to see the ones kidnapping them were just as victimized. Malek told him to run. Repeatedly. Instead of attacking, he told them to run away. It was hard to know how to feel. Hard to know who to be angry at.

No, that wasn’t fully true.

Fox was angry at the sorcerer who was pulling the strings. The one none of them saw but was the reason demons, shifters, and sorcerers were out there determined to capture a dragon and any other type of shifter who could be sold. There was a magic user out there who enslaved a demon and then used it to slave others. Who convinced an ox shifter to join his ranks of his own free will because it was better than being an unwilling slave.

It was very easy to want to hunt and destroy a monster like that. Given the glares around the room, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.