Nothing Left of Me
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Beauty is not fleeting when worn by an immortal.
An erotic liaison between two men will leave humans vulnerable to blood
thirsty monsters!
Brax Sevan oversees
immortals populating earth; wily creatures humans ridiculously explain away with
childish tales of boogeymen. He ensures annihilation of beasts who become careless
and those who defiantly flaunt his rules. Curiosity as much as outrage sends
him to delve into why one of his was killed by another vampire. What Brax finds
sways steadfast objectivity, strips him of calm reserve and aloofness honed
over many lifetimes. The guilty individual starts a fire that will not be
suppressed and what Brax does next may cost his powerful position.
Cador Ridge spent hundreds
of years as a consort to emperors, kings, powerful men from every walk of life,
but he bows to no one. Then or now. His existence, though hard and sometimes rife
with loneliness, is tolerable until another like him dies at Cador’s hand. Running
was useless as there is no place to hide from their self-appointed leader whom
he has managed to avoid for centuries. He didn’t expect Lord Vampire himself to pay
a personal visit nor did Cador believe the contemptuous bastard would steal
everything—but his life!
Contains: #death,
#dirtytalk, #dubcon, #gay, #horror, #mystery, #religerotica, #roughsex, #vampire,
#voyeurism
Excerpt:
Vine
wanted this assignment too badly. Rising, Brax crossed the floor. “You’ll be
needed here.” He reached the door and twisted, “Have someone repair my desk before
I return.”
“You’re
seriously leaving me behind to have a desk refinished?” Lips curled. “A shiny
piece of wood that if I remember correctly, my uncle gifted you.” Vine flew
from the chair. Artwork shook, one painting hit the floor sending glass flying,
when his broad back banged into the wall and slowly slid upward before Brax
released the spell allowing Vine’s body to slam to the floor. “Fuck.” He used
his sleeve to wipe liquid pouring from his nose. Angry, Brax had opened pinpricks
in Vine’s brain that copiously leaked. “That was uncalled for.”
“You
ever withhold information from me
again, you’ll become a fixture on that wall.”
“I
had no interest in what piece of ass Leopold plundered nightly.” Gaining his
feet, Vine grunted, “Surely didn’t know the fucker retained so much skill.”
“Now
you know.” Vine’s last statement was genuine. “Having the Picasso reframed
gives you another reason to stay.” Brax pivoted and strode down the hallway of Sevan Lakes. At six foot four, over two
hundred and forty pounds, he not only resembled the creature responsible for his
being, Brax was well aware he was an imposing motherfucker and right now, anger
sent waves of dread toward everyone he approached forcing them to plaster their
backs against a wall as he passed. Those seated pretended to peruse something
on their desks. None dared make eye contact as each ascertained a fire brewed
in gray eyes that would scorch their souls. He could vanish instantly, take the
form of any beast, living or dead. Wasn’t going to give employees that
satisfaction. Brax wished for each individual to feel heat from his indignation,
learn from it. A blink of his eyes and anyone present might go up in flames and
he didn’t give a shit right now.
A
very strong vampire had been slain by a goddamn consort. The bastard’s true
name whispered past Brax’s lips—
“Cador
Ridge.”
Growl
and roar–it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali
Steele
