COWBOY DREAMS

COWBOY DREAMS

Love's Legacy 2

A lace corset, a bar of rose scented soap…

Lovers Jeb McCain and Boone Fowler don’t know what to expect when they find an unconscious man in the countryside but it’s certainly not a sexy little man dressed as a woman.

They soon discover that they want Avery to join their little family but to have him safe they have to keep him as their wife.

Coming Soon to Siren Publishing

Cowboy Dreams Story Excerpt
Applegate Valley, 1866
“There’s an awful lot of birds circling over yonder, Jeb,” Boone Fowler said, nodding his head towards a small grass covered rise off in the distance. “What do ya’ll think they’re waiting on?”
Jeb McCain pushed his cowboy hat back and shielded his eyes with his hand. He stared out over the empty prairie ground between him and the small earthen rise where the birds circled. They were scavenger birds, meant something was either dead or dying.
“I don’t rightly know, Boone, but whatever it is it’s either dead or dying. Suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a gander. Might be one of our lost heifers.”
Boone nodded. Jeb clicked his tongue and nudged his horse to head towards the rise. It was pretty easy going, the rise made mostly of grass and weeds. Even the slope of the hill was easy to traverse, his chestnut palomino walking right up until they reached the top of the rise.
Jeb pulled his horse to a stop and looked out over the small ravine below. It was a little rockier than the side he and Boone had just ridden up. Jeb guessed it was a winter creek bed. They were far enough into the spring that they should be out of danger of a flash flood.
“Ya’ll see anything, Jeb?” Boone asked bringing his horse up next to Jeb’s.
“Them birds seem mighty interested in that little rocky area just south of that large boulder.” Jeb pointed to a large boulder about the size of a good water barrel. He still couldn’t see anything that might interest the damn birds though.
He stood up in the leather stirrups to get a better look. Jeb thought he caught the site of something but then it was gone. He sat back down and clicked his tongue again at his horse. “Come on, Boone, we ain’t gonna to see anything from way up here.”
Jeb and Boone carefully made their way down the side of the small rise until they reached the bottom. Jeb paused long enough to insure that his colt revolver was full, nodding when he spotted Boone doing the same. A person can never be too careful.
Jeb figured they were not more than fifty feet from whatever the birds were circling. He climbed down from his horse and looped the reins over the saddle horn. He held his finger up to his lips telling Boone to keep silent.
Jeb was lucky enough to have a horse that was well trained. He didn’t need to tie him off to keep him from running. Ponyboy wouldn’t run, not even if there was gunfire. He wouldn’t run until Jeb told him to and then he’d run all out.
Even though he was being extremely quiet, Jeb could hear Boone coming up behind him. Jeb motioned to Boone to stay where he was while he moved around to the side of where they were heading.
If there was indeed something there, Jeb didn’t want to be caught in any possible crossfire. Besides, if he moved up the rise a bit he could flank whatever the birds were after. Once Boone had nodded, Jeb moved.
Reaching a small pile of river rocks, Jeb squatted down behind them and pulled his gun. He nodded over to Boone, signaling that Boone could move forward. Jeb would keep him covered from his vantage point.
Time ticked by slowly as Boone cautiously made his way through the small ravine. Jeb could see him glance up then move around a small bend in the natural path of the creek bed. There was a lot of prairie grass and weeds between Jeb and Boone but not so much that Jeb couldn’t see Boone’s mouth drop open in shock.
“It’s a young man, Jeb” Boone said quietly but Jeb heard him anyway. He sounded perplexed. “He’s dressed in a lady’s corset.”

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A PROMISE GIVEN

Coming Soon - The Sequel to A Promise Kept

Detective Cooper Thomas was kidnapped and tortured by a psychotic serial killer bent on revenge. If that wasn’t bad enough, Alec Whitley, the only man Cooper ever really loved, the man that left him ten years ago without a word, came back just in time to rescue him.

Now, six months later, Alec wants to discuss their past and plan their future. But before Cooper can come to terms with Alec being back in his life he has to discover who’s killing young gay men before he and Alec become the next victims.

A Promise Given Story Excerpt
Detective Cooper Thomas slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment. He was tired, so tired his bones ached. Every step he took up the narrow stairwell took effort. His feet felt like lead weights. It was all he could do just to lift his foot for the next step.
It seemed liked forever before he finally reached the top step of the three-story apartment building he lived in. What he wouldn’t give for an apartment with an elevator. But moving took energy too and right now, Cooper was all tapped out.
It wasn’t just the long grueling workday but the entire past six months. Between being kidnapped by that maniac serial killer, Daryl Wallace, Cooper’s time recovering from his injuries, and having his long lost love back in his life, Cooper felt exhausted.
Cooper chuckled to himself and shook his head. Correction, having his long lost love reappear and harass him every chance he got. Alec couldn’t be considered back in Cooper’s life. That implied that they were actually working on a relationship together.
As far as Cooper was concerned, Alec could take a long walk off a short pier. He drove Cooper out of his mind. Every time Cooper turned around, Alec appeared. He seemed to magically know when Cooper went out with friends, went to dinner at Jack and Mason’s new house, or even some get together at Janet and Bob’s.
Cooper felt pretty sure that it was a conspiracy. He knew he had been instrumental in getting Jack and Mason together and they felt that they were just returning the favor. They weren't. They were just making Cooper’s life a living hell.
Sliding his key into the lock, Cooper unlocked the door and pushed it open. The moment the lights in the room shone in his eyes, Cooper’s hand dropped to his waist and his holstered gun. He knew he hadn’t left the lights on when he left that morning.
Pushing the door open a little more, Cooper took a hesitant step into his apartment. Even though he had moved to a new apartment a few months ago, he still got the willies sometimes when he came home. Cooper wasn’t sure he’d ever get the memory of Daryl Wallace attacking him in his old apartment out of his mind.
“It’s just me, Coop.”
Cooper let out the deep breath he held as he recognized Alec’s voice coming from his living room. He dropped his hand from his gun and brought it up to rub over his face. Fuck! He so didn’t need this right now.
Lifting his head, Cooper glared across the room at Alec. “Breaking and entering is illegal, you know?”
Cooper wanted to scream in frustration as Alec raised one dark blond eyebrow. “I didn’t break anything,” Alec replied.
Sarcastic son-of-a-bitch, Cooper thought, breathtakingly, beautiful sarcastic son-of-a-bitch. He wanted to hit something.
He stepped into his apartment and closed the door behind him. He dropped his jacket over the back of the couch and walked to the fridge. Opening the door, Cooper grabbed a beer and twisted the cap off, drinking down nearly half of it at once.
Setting the beer on the counter, Cooper glared across the small space to where Alec sat. “What do you want, Alec?”
“You know what I want, Coop.”
Cooper shook his head. “I’m not going to have this conversation with you.” No way, no how! He finished off the beer in his hand and reached back into the fridge for another one. This would need a lot of alcohol.
He twisted off the cap and tossed it into the garbage bin before taking another swig. Walking back into the living room, Cooper loosened his tie and pulled it free. He tossed it over his jacket. He could feel Alec’s eyes on him.
“You need to leave, Alec.” Cooper sat down in a chair across from where Alec sat on the couch. He had to admit, with Alec’s blond hair and bronze skin he looked fantastic sitting back against the black leather of Cooper’s couch. Alec had always looked good in black leather.
“Not until we talk.”
Cooper rolled his eyes. Alec pressed the issue every time they ran into each other. He wanted to talk about their past, the things that had pulled them apart. Cooper just wanted to forget it like he had been trying to do for the last ten years.
“There’s nothing to discuss, Alec. You made your choice. You left me without a word, a note, nothing. You just left. I think that pretty much said it all,” Cooper said. If Cooper believed that Alec would drop everything if they discussed their past, he’d do it. But he didn’t.
Alec stared at him a little too hard; his eyes swept over Cooper’s body a little too long. Cooper knew that Alec was still interested. Cooper was too. Alec had been the love of his life. Still was. Cooper just didn’t know if he could allow his heart to be torn apart a second time when Alec decided he wasn’t worth it again. The first time had nearly destroyed him.

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5 Stars for Love, Always, Promise

LOVE, ALWAYS, PROMISE

Wolf Creek Pack #5

Ethan Brown finds his mate, Jace Dominick, at the local bar. They go back to Ethan's place to cement their mating. The next day, Jace is missing. Ethan is beside himself, and when he finally finds Jace, the man swears his name is JD and he doesn't know Ethan.

Six weeks later, Jace is back. He's ready to have Ethan for his mate. Jace and Ethan try to make a go of things but that's hard to do when their insecurities get in the way. Jace feels guilty about what he did to Ethan and treats him like glass. Ethan thinks Jace is there out of guilt and he's afraid to ask for more.

But when danger comes, can they overcome their personal issues to save each other?

"Fans of author Stormy Glenn are sure to love this story. It is full of the wonderfully sexy alpha males we all come to look for in her stories, as well as the intensely passionate mates they find. While some may comment on the predictability of these stories, for her fans it is one of the things we love. We know the pairing will have some sort of alpha/omega quality to it, that there is sure to be some angst, and that reaching their happily ever after is going to be a bumpy ride. Yet we also know that regardless of what is happening the couples are always strongly drawn to each other, the passion will be hot, and the couples loyal to a fault." -- Lydia, Rainbow Reviews

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM STORMY

LOVE, ALWAYS, PROMISE

LOVE, ALWAYS, PROMISE

Wolf Creek Pack 5

Coming December 9th

Ethan Brown finds his mate, Jace Dominick, at the local bar. They go back to Ethan's place to cement their mating. The next day, Jace is missing. Ethan is beside himself, and when he finally finds Jace, the man swears his name is JD and he doesn't know Ethan.

Six weeks later, Jace is back. He's ready to have Ethan for his mate. Jace and Ethan try to make a go of things but that's hard to do when their insecurities get in the way. Jace feels guilty about what he did to Ethan and treats him like glass. Ethan thinks Jace is there out of guilt and he's afraid to ask for more. But when danger comes, can they overcome their personal issues to save each other?

Love, Always, Promise Story Excerpt

He'd found his mate, and been thoroughly claimed by him. Ethan's life would never be the same again. It would always be entwined with Jace's. Trying to suppress the giggle forming in his throat, Ethan rolled over to face his mate.
"Jace?" he called out when he found the bed empty. Where was his mate? Ethan rolled from the bed and ran to the bathroom, then the rest of the apartment. It was empty. There was no sign of Jace, not even any sign that he had been here.
Nothing said that Jace had ever been here except the ache in his ass and the slight sting in his neck. For a moment, Ethan wondered if he had dreamed it all. Did he want a mate so badly that he had imagined him?
The bite mark in his neck said no, but the empty apartment said maybe. Tears starting to form in his eyes, Ethan quickly pulled on his clothes. He ran to the living room to leave a note for Jace, just in case he came back, then left the apartment and headed back towards the bar where he had found him.
As he walked, a hundred different scenarios went through his head. Had Jace left the apartment and been hurt? What if he was lying in some ditch somewhere with no one to help him? What if he had gotten lost?
Maybe he left for another reason. Ethan knew how much he had enjoyed Jace's love making but maybe Jace hadn't felt the same. Ethan was horribly embarrassed that he had passed out before Jace had come. He wondered if Jace had even climaxed? Maybe that was the problem?
Maybe Jace had left him because he was horrible in bed. Ethan wasn't sure he would ever have an answer, especially if he couldn't find him. As he neared the bar, his eyes darted left and right, down every alleyway and into every passing car. He had to find his mate.
"Hey, Ethan, didn't expect to see you back here tonight," Tommy Nash, the bartender said as he saw Ethan walk in. "I thought you'd be occupied all night long with that handsome hunk you left with."
"Hey, Tommy, that man I left with, Jace? Have you seen him back in here?"
"Lose him already did you?" Tommy laughed.
"Please, Tommy, have you seen him?" Ethan asked as he gripped the wooden edge of the bar counter.
"No, man, sorry. I haven't seen him since you two left together," Tommy replied seriously, shaking his head.
Ethan nodded. "If he comes back in here, call me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, Ethan."
Ethan waved then walked out. Where else could he check? Okay, maybe he should start with the hospitals. Jace could have been hurt or something, although, Ethan truly hoped that was not the case. He would just die if anything happened to his new mate.
It took Ethan less than ten minutes to get to the local hospital. Wolf Creek was not a large town. If you lived in-town, you could pretty much walked everywhere in a matter of minutes, which helped Ethan a lot, as he didn't own a car.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I need to know if a man has been brought into the emergency room," Ethan said to the older gray haired nurse behind the counter of the emergency room. "He's about six foot three, chestnut brown hair, green eyes. His name is Jace?"
The nurse shook her head as she looked at Ethan. "I'm sorry, young man, no ones been brought into the emergency room at all tonight."
Ethan let out a slow breath. Well, that was one worry off his mind. Unless Chase was hurt somewhere and hadn't been found. "Can I leave my number with you in case he comes in? He's new in town and I'm afraid he's been hurt or something."
The nurse gazed at Ethan for a moment. "Is he your mate?"
Ethan nodded, thankful that the woman knew about shifters. He knew she was human because of the way she smelled but she must have some close to her that was a werewolf. Their secret wasn't shared with everyone.
"Yes, we just found each other tonight. I fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone. I'm worried that he got hurt or something, or maybe he got lost trying to find his way back to my apartment."
The nurse nodded, smiling over at Ethan as she handed him a piece of paper and a pen. "Congratulations. I remember what it was like when my sister found her mate. I don't think she let him get out of her sight for nearly a week."
Ethan quickly wrote his phone number down, then Jace's description before handing the paper back to the nurse. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."
"You just bring your young man back here to meet me when you find him. That will be thanks enough."
"Promise," Ethan replied with a smile.
As he turned away, the nurse stopped him. "Oh, hey, have you tried contacting Sheriff Joe? He might be able to keep an eye out for your young man, especially if he's lost. He's one of you, too. He'd understand."
Ethan turned back, shaking his head. "No, I didn't think of that, but thanks. I'll stop by and talk to Joe as soon as I check my apartment again."
"Good luck, Ethan," the nurse said as he turned and hurried out of the emergency room. Ethan gave her a little wave and headed back to his apartment. Okay, so Jace wasn't at the hospital or the bar. Where else could he be?
Ethan tried to look everywhere as he hurried back to his apartment. He didn't want to miss seeing Jace. He could be anywhere. Reaching his apartment, Ethan hurried up the stairs and ran into his apartment.
It was still empty. There was no sign that anyone had been here since he left. Ethan's shoulders slumped and tears filled his eyes. Where was he? Where was Jace? Why wasn't he here where he was supposed to be?
Ethan grabbed a small backpack and filled it with a couple of granola bars and some bottle water, a small blanket and an emergency kit. He grabbed his jacket and the backpack and made his way back out the door. He'd spend all night looking for Jace if he had to.

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Stormy Glenn...Fanning Flames of Erotic Romance

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Recommend Read and 5.5 Review for Sammy Dane

I received a new review for Sammy Dane. 5.5 Lips and a Recommend Read from Talking TwoLips.

Blurb:
Police Officer James Everson seems to go from one guy to another, never finding exactly what he wants. Frustrated and out of sorts he goes to a local gay bar in the hopes of finding a guy and burning off some steam. What he finds is Sammy.

Samuel Dane Summers is a confirmed geek. He has all the classic symptoms, glasses, baggy slacks, white button down shirts. He's a vegetarian. He forgets everything from paying his bills to locking his doors. Sammy needs a keeper. The one good thing he does is write erotic gay romance novels.

When these two meet, the fireworks explode. Sammy rocks James's world, giving him the best sexual experience of his life. When it's over, Sammy disappears.

James is devastated. He becomes obsessed with finding Sammy again. But an obsessed fan also wants to get his hands on Sammy, believing the books Sammy writes is their love story and he's not above taking James out of the picture to do it. Can James save his sexy little writer before it's too late or will he lose him forever?

Review:
"James Everson is the love them and leave them type. He is a police officer with a jaded hardened exterior. When he picks up Samuel Dane Summers in a local gay bar everything he thinks he knows about himself is turned upside down.Sammy is a gay erotic romance writer. He thinks of himself as a geeky, shy, a nerd. But when he gets James in bed he becomes a dominate self-assured man. Would James want him if he knew Sammy was really a geek? After all, this might have been the best night of his life, but James doesn't know the real Sammy. What happens when he finds out the sexy dominate lover he thought he had is really a bookworm? So Sammy runs away. What Sammy doesn't count on is James is taken enough with him to chase after him. And once this sexy sub finds his dom he never intends to let him go. But James is not the only person after Sammy. There is a creepy stalker that wants more than Sammy's body; he wants him dead. Can James find Sammy and protect him in time?"

"Stormy Glenn has a story of submission that I could not put down. I re-read this story at least three times before I even thought about doing this review. I never wanted this one to end and I hope there is a sequel. Sammy Dane is one story that has angst, heart, and emotion that keeps you coming back for more. I loved the character of Sammy. He is so human. We all at times feel inadequate and feel we need to be more than we are to be lovable. I am so glad Sammy has James to prove to him that love is not about how you look, it is about what is in your heart. Sammy might be shy out of bed, but get him under covers and a dom lurks there, waiting to get out. James is a tough guy cop. He has never let a partner top him, that is till Sammy does it. And once he gets topped by the best he won't let a little thing like self image keep Sammy from him. All bets are off. He is going get his lover back and keep him.Sammy has more than self image problems though in this book. He has a scary stalker, who is one truly obsessed person that you will not forget. Sammy Dane is a novel you will have on your keeper shelf, especially if you like m/m bdsm done right. I know this one is now on my keeper shelf, and I hope to read many more adventures of Sammy and James in the future." -- Review by Tina, Talking TwoLips Reviews

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BLOOD PRINCE

BLOOD PRINCE

Wolf Creek Pack 4

AVAILABLE: Wednesday, November 25th

To uphold peace between werewolves and vampires, Devlin Morgan, a werewolf, must return the body of a deceased vampire princess to her coven. When he arrives he discovers Prince Zacarius Ivinovav, the ruling prince and brother of the dead vampire princess.

The attraction between the two men is instant, but their love is forbidden. Vampires and werewolves have been enemies for nearly 500 years, ever since the Great War. But Devlin and Zacarius are unable to fight their desire for each other and eventually give in.

They're torn by their emotions, but they'll have to work things out in time to save Zacarius from a violent stranger. Can they ever be together, or will the animosity between werewolves and vampires lead to the end of their mating?

STORY EXCERPT
"Your highness, there's a gentleman at the gate asking to see you. He's come under a flag of truce."
Prince Zacarius Ivinovav looked up from the book he read to see his manservant, Alfred, standing in the doorway of his study. The man looked nervous, which seemed strange for Alfred. He always looked totally controlled and unaffected by everything.
"Who is it, Alfred?" he asked, shutting his book and setting it down on the small table next to his chair. Zacarius's eyes widened when Alfred actually shuddered.
"He said his name is Devlin Morgan, sir."
"Fierce bravery, I'm intrigued," Zacarius murmured.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Oh, nothing, Alfred," Zacarius said as he stood to his feet and waved his hand at Alfred. "I was just commenting on his name. Devlin means fierce bravery in Gaelic. Well, let him in, Alfred."
"Your highness," Alfred said and shuddered again. "He's a shifter."
"You don't say?" Zacarius asked in surprise. "Well, by all means, show him in. And Alfred, make sure everyone knows he's here as my guest. No aggression. Is that understood?"
"But sir, he's a shifter."
"I'm fully aware of that, Alfred," Zacarius replied. "But he has come to our gate under a flag of truce, and we must honor that. No one is to make any moves toward him or they will secure my wrath. Is that clearly understood?"
"Yes, of course, your highness," Alfred replied. "I'll show him in right away."
Zacarius nodded. He chuckled to himself as Alfred hurried from the room. The man was a mystery,[S51] two hundred years old if he was a day and never a hair out of place. His butler suits always looked pressed and wrinkle-free. And he never ever seemed ruffled by anything.
Having a shifter show up at the front gate, flag of truce or not, seemed to have done just that. Zacarius couldn't blame Alfred. The long standing animosity between vampires and werewolves went back several centuries.
Zacarius, being just over five hundred years old, could remember the war between the two species from his childhood. By the time he grew into his adulthood, werewolves and vampires were already at each other's throats.
It would be interesting to discover why a shifter darkened his doorstep now. He couldn't remember the last time he actually saw a one in person, maybe fifty or sixty years ago.
Zacarius sat in one of the two wing back chairs situated in front of the roaring fire. He slowly sipped hundred year old scotch from a crystal glass and waited for the shifter to be shown to his study. Yes, this would very interesting indeed.
"Come," Zacarius said a few minutes later when a soft knock sounded at his door. He turned to see Alfred open the door and a rather impressive figure walked in. Zacarius found himself immediately intrigued by the man's roguish good looks. He didn't remember shifters looking quite so handsome.
"Devlin Morgan, your highness," Alfred said.
Zacarius rose to his feet and walked a few steps closer to the shifter. "Thank you, Alfred. That will be all."
"Very well, sir," Alfred replied. Zacarius could see that he wanted to protest, but Alfred would never dream of being anything except efficient and obedient, one of the reasons Zacarius retained the man's services for the past fifty years. "Just ring me if you require anything, your highness."
Zacarius waited for the door to close then gave into his desire to fully view the man that stood before him. He noted that while he had a self-assured quality about him, small beads of sweat trickled down his temple.
He must be nervous. Zacarius leaned forward just a bit and sniffed the air around him. A tingling in the pit of his stomach came over him as deep, earthy masculine musk assailed his senses. Devlin Morgan smelled glorious.
He didn't miss the Devlin's's obvious examination and approval either. A slight seductive grin crossed the man's lips as his sexy copper eyes slid downward. Zacarius knew the moment his gaze landed on the hardness pressed against his own tight black leather pants.
His eyes widened as the thick scent of arousal permeated the room. His eyes moved to Zacarius's face, his gaze bore into his in silent expectation. Zacarius smirked as he moved over to his liquor cabinet.
"Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Morgan?"
"Devlin, please," he replied. "And I'll take a scotch if you have it."
"Of course," Zacarius said. "Neat?"
"Of course." Devlin chuckled.
Zacarius poured him a drink then topped his own drink off. He handed Devlin his glass then sat down in the chair he occupied before. He gestured for Devlin to join him.
"So, what brings you to my gate, Devlin Morgan?"
"You do understand that I am here under a flag of truce?" Devlin asked. "I want no trouble, but my alpha ordered me here."
"And why would your alpha want you to come visit me?" Zacarius asked. "I doubt I even know the man."
True enough. Zacarius was positive he didn't know him. He was, however, very interested in getting to know the man that sat across from him. Devlin Morgan might be a shifter, but a damn good-looking one.
"It concerns your sister, Princess Adrianna."
Well shit! Zacarius frowned. If Adrianna was involved, it couldn't be good. The girl started making trouble the moment she left the cradle. Zacarius couldn't even begin to count the messes he dragged her out of.
"And what kind of trouble has my dear sister gotten herself into this time?"
Devlin looked hesitant. Zacarius detected a change in his scent as if his level of apprehension suddenly increased. Devlin twisted his hands together, dropping his gaze to look down at the fire.
Zacarius was surprised enough by the look of regret on Devlin's face when he glanced back up that he couldn't hide his reaction when he continued.
"I'm afraid your sister has been killed."

ADULT EXCERPT
Zacarius smoothed his ruffled purple shirt down his chest then picked off a few pieces of lint on his shoulder. He wanted to look his absolute best for his dinner date. The handsome shifter might not know it was a date, but that's exactly what Zacarius planned.
The whole werewolf versus vampire thing didn't bother Zacarius. The way Devlin's tight jeans stretched across his ass, an ass Zacarius very much wanted a piece of, bothered him a whole lot more.
So, a private candle light dinner for two in Zacarius's quarters, a good bottle of wine to relax the tension, a roaring fire, and Zacarius hoped to get to know his guest better, a whole lot better.
"Your highness, if I may speak?"
"Certainly, Alfred," Zacarius replied, still looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" Alfred asked. "Werewolves are dangerous. They have no restraint. He's bound to lose control and shift, attacking you or…or worse."
Zacarius chuckled. "Devlin is no threat to me, Alfred, but I do appreciate your concern."
"How can you be sure, your highness?" Alfred whined. "He's a shifter!"
Zacarius heard the horror in Alfred's voice. He imagined Alfred believed exactly as he spoke. Alfred was too young to remember a time when vampires and werewolves coexisted together. He only knew the time of strife between the two species.
Alfred didn't understand that the war started so long ago that most people didn't even remember why it began. Zacarius was one of the lucky ones. He was old enough to remember.
"It will be fine, Alfred."
"Are you sure, your highness?" Alfred asked.
"I promise. Devlin means me no harm." Zacarius said.
"I still don't like it, sir."
Zacarius chuckled. "I'm sure you don't, Alfred."
"Please, your highness, please just promise me you'll be careful?" Alfred asked. "I don't trust this man."
"Alfred, you don't trust anyone."
Alfred gave Zacarius one of his rare smiles. "That is true, sir."
"Go make sure my dinner is ready, Alfred, before I forget why I hired you and feed you to the werewolf."
"As you wish, your highness."
Zacarius shook his head in amusement as Alfred hurried from the room. Despite what he said, Zacarius would never get rid of Alfred. He kept Zacarius's life simple and running smoothly. He didn't know what he'd do without him.
Zacarius walked out of his bedroom into the sitting area of his private apartment. He glanced around to insure everything met his satisfaction. Alfred grumbled the entire time he did as Zacarius ordered, but apparently he did it well.
A small intimate table for two sat by the windows overlooking the garden below. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket next to the table. A roaring fire burned in the fireplace. The low lights gave the room a sensuous feel. Alfred had outdone himself.
Now, time to get his guest. Zacarius walked over to the door connecting his suite to the one next door. Originally planned for the princess's rooms, they often used as a guest room for his special visitors.
He knocked twice then opened the door. He saw no sign of Devlin. For a brief moment, Zacarius felt his heart thunder in his chest as he considered the possibility that Devlin might have fled, until he heard the shower.
Curiosity may have killed the cat but it inspired the vampire. Zacarius walked to the bathroom and eased the door open. Steam filled the room. Lust filled Zacarius's body.
Devlin stood under the shower spray, his head thrown back, the corded muscles on his neck strained tight. Zacarius muffled his groan by biting into the heel of his hand. Devlin's hand was wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself.
Zacarius hardened so fast he got dizzy from loss of blood to his brain. It all pooled in his pants. Devlin's body looked like a work of art, and Zacarius wanted to study him from the top of his head to the bottoms of his perfectly formed feet.
Devlin reminded Zacarius of a Greek statue, all hard muscles and lean lines. The trail of hair going down his abdomen from the dark brown hair across his chest lent a hint to the true nature of the beast.
The muffled grunt from the shower mirrored Zacarius's. Devlin's body stiffened then ropes of pearly seed spurted from his cock. Zacarius would have given his entire kingdom to taste that creamy liquid. He licked his lips, just imaging how sweet and tangy the man must taste.
When Devlin finally dropped his hand from his spent cock, his body heaving, Zacarius quickly backed out of the room and closed the door as quietly as he could. He leaned his head against the cool wood, his breathing rapid as he tried to calm his ravenous lust.
He wanted Devlin Morgan, and he didn't care if the man was a werewolf or not. He just needed to figure out how to make it happen. As interested as Zacarius knew Devlin was, he wasn't sure the shifter could cross the invisible boundary between them. He'd have to dangle the right incentive in front of the man. Himself.

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