Phantom
Lure 2
Captain
Available at Changeling Press
Ice water in his veins will boil over and burn.
Gentar
Finway, a Phantom Lure from northern Europe, prefers Nordic weather and icy waters. Heading south to the Caribbean, captain of a cruise ship on its maiden
voyage, his blood turns hot and his sexual desires mount when he touches his
new chief officer, Salvatore Martino.
Each
time Sal glances his way, Gent envisions turning him out. Yet it’s not what
Gentar unearths beneath Salvatore’s strait-laced façade that brings his blood
to a boil -- it’s the strength garnered from the most powerful Phantom alive!
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“I know what you are.” Thomas sighed. “I’m
also aware you can erase my memory, snatch away everything we’ve shared in
seconds.”
“Ménages provide much more power.” Why didn’t
he want that now?
“And I’ve enjoyed them with you.”
Lately, Tom’s possessiveness concerned him
and he didn’t want to chance dealing with another problem on this voyage which
is why he donned gloves. Yet he felt the need to touch Salvatore Martino so strongly
he had removed one. “Why do I want
him alone?” He recalled his encounter with Grange. Jesus, had Lucifer loosened
his grip enough to allow Gentar… No. He definitely didn’t reek of the man as
Grange and Conner had smelled of their human. He spun to face Thomas. “His
eyes, the way he looked at me with such trust.”
A tap came at the door and Tom touched his
cheek lightly. “It’s not like I’ll miss you.” Whiskey brown eyes pierced Gent.
“Hell, I won’t even remember you, right?” A more insistent knock pulled his
engineer to the door. He yanked it open and waved the young man in. “He’s
waiting for you.” Tom brushed past
Salvatore.
Bewildered by his insolent tone, he
attempted to stop him. “Thomas.” He kept going. “Shit.” Caught off guard by his
confusion, Gentar shook his head to clear it before walking to his bar. He
grabbed a bottle of brandy and opened it. “Do you drink, Salvatore?” Up close,
he was breathtaking. His skin, a sun kissed color enjoyed by those lucky enough
to carry Mediterranean blood, taunted Gent whose fingers itched to touch him
all over.
“A beer now and then.”
The liquid sloshed from the shot glass. “I
find it calming.” Gent turned the tiny glass up and drained it. Pouring
another, he passed it to Sal and this time he allowed his fingers to linger
against his chief officer’s hand. “I do both dinner services which is why you
see captain listed for each. Thomas is gay and will handle all meetings for the
Friends of Dorothy.” Emerald’s Dawn Lady’s inaugural cruise had the honor of
conveying a large contingent of gay men bound for a big celebration occurring
in the town of Frisco on Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. An unusual destination
to say the least but someone had paid dearly for a one-night layover. He eyed
Sal nervously drink the shot of brandy before adding, “Your only job will be to
see to my needs.”
“Sir?” Salvatore’s nose wrinkled.
“I magnified your senses. Tell me what you
smell.”
“You. Sex. I’m not sure…”
“I’ve been in your mind.” They were both a
couple inches over six feet so it was easy to lean into him and bite his
earlobe. Salvatore’s slight build contradicted whipcord muscle covering his
frame. “I want you to wear the earring you took out.”
“The company frowns on it as do most
captains.”
“I’m not most captains.”
Sal tentatively touched his face.
“I-Captain, I’m not sure what’s happening.”
“Say my name.” He wanted to hear it
whispered from the man’s mouth.
“I’ve never wanted a man in my entire
life.”
“So damn beautiful and so young.”
Sal snatched his hand away as if it burned.
“I’m close to thirty.” Bristling at being called young lit a fire in his eyes
that excited Gentar.
“Your eyes raked me thoroughly on the
bridge and I think you liked what you saw.”
“You noticed that?”
He lied about not wanting a man.
“Salvatore, I know your every thought.” He kissed his chief officer lightly,
wanted so much more. The walls of his suite, which he had covered in copper to
remind him of where he hailed from -- the fiery bowels of hell -- danced with
sunlight glancing through the window. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“What?”
“I am Phantom Lure.” Salvatore’s eyes
stretched wide. “A monster straight from hell, and for the next two weeks you
belong to me.”
Phantom
Lure 1
Driver
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