BLURB:
Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying
grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her
last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble demands a night in his bed
in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected
consequences for his heart.
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BOOK TRAILER:
PG EXCERPT
"You called, mortal?"
Zach spun and dropped into a
defensive crouch, groping for an assault weapon that wasn't there. After a
moment, his brain finally registered that he wasn't in the desert, this wasn't
an ambush. Heart hammering, he yanked the flashlight out of his jacket pocket
and thumbed the switch, aiming the beam at the faerie ring.
And the tall figure that now stood
within it. It held up one hand, shading its eyes. "Put away your light. I
mean you no harm," it ordered.
"Oh, fuck that noise," Zach croaked. "Who are you?"
"You summoned me, mortal. I
might ask you the same question."
Slowly, Zach lowered the beam. And
felt his mouth go dry at the man who now stood in the faerie ring, giving him
an irritated look.
It didn't help that he was one of the
most gorgeous men Zach had ever seen. Tall and lean, he had model-perfect
cheekbones that were complimented by huge eyes overhung by thick, well-shaped
brows, a straight, slightly pointy nose, and a mouth made for kissing. A mane
of thick hair that looked black in the moonlight hung well past his waist, and
seemed to move independently of him. He wore something that could have been one
of Tom Hiddleston's costume rejects from The
Avengers, and a curved sword hung at his right hip.
The faerie ring was empty thirty
seconds ago, Zach thought dazedly, and there was no way someone could have
snuck through the woods and jumped into it, not without him hearing them. Son of a god damned bitch. It worked, it really worked. He'd
summoned a Seelie sidhe, a Shining One.
Who was now raising an annoyed
eyebrow at him. He
licked his lips, feeling massively underprepared. "Hi," he said after
a cough.
The eyebrow rose another millimeter. "Yeah,
sorry. Um, my name is Zach Mayhew, and I want to ask a boon," he forged
on. "Of you. Please."
The other eyebrow came up to join its
mate. "A boon," the sidhe said in a rich tenor, sounding somewhere
between exasperated and amused. "Now that's a word I haven't heard from
human lips for many a year. Well, then, what boon do you request, mortal
man?"
ADULT EXCERPT
Growling
under his breath, Zach went back upstairs and yanked his bedroom door open.
"Oh."
Jerrek was already in bed. His outfit
had been neatly folded over the old straight back chair in the corner, and the
sidhe himself was nude and stretched out over Zach's faded blue bedcover. His
long, shining brown hair filmed his body just as Zach imagined, revealing
tantalizing glimpses of corded arms, a firm chest, and a set of abs that looked
like cobblestones. Zach's gaze continued down, falling on the long, slim cock
that was already starting to harden, laying in a graceful curve over one
muscled thigh.
The sidhe propped his head up on one
hand. "It took you long enough. I was starting to worry that you'd
forgotten me," he commented with a smirk.
"Just -- just wanted to get Gram
to bed," Zach managed. "Make sure she was asleep."
"And is she?"
"Yeah."
Jerrek reached out to him.
"Well, then. Come to me."
Wondering if he was in a dream, Zach
stepped forward and took the proffered hand. Suddenly he found himself pulled
over the sidhe like a human-shaped blanket. "Since you prefer to top and
all," Jerrek purred.
Zach could feel the heat rising from
the other man's body, warming him through. Jerrek's smirk shifted, turning into
a smile. It was both challenge and invitation, and Zach lowered his head until
he could just brush his lips across that curved mouth. A tingling jolt went
through him, dancing across his nerve endings and grounding out in his groin.
He gasped and Jerrek took advantage
of that, kissing him back and running the tip of his tongue around Zach's lips.
The kiss softened, deepened, until their tongues were dueling slickly against
each other.
With a soft growl, Jerrek pulled
back, sucking in a breath as he did. "You're wearing entirely too many
clothes," he said, rubbing his naked groin against Zach's still clothed
one. "Take them off at once."
Zach couldn't help grinning at the
order. "Are you always this bossy?"
"I prefer to think of it as
authoritative. What part of 'sidhe lord' didn't you grasp?"
"Well, now that you mention it—" Zach slid a hand between their
bodies, curling his fingers around the other man's shaft and squeezing gently.
Jerrek's mouth opened in a soft groan and he squirmed, bucking into Zach's
grip.
"I've never had anyone talk back
to me the way you do," he breathed. "It's really very
refreshing."
Zach grunted at that, focusing on
what was in his hand. Skin so soft it almost didn't register against his
fingertips, and beneath that hardness and a heat that pulsed against his palm.
He stroked up, letting his thumb brush across the tip, and felt a bead of
wetness there. "I think you like it," he murmured. "You need
someone who isn't going to stand still for your shit."
"I would hardly call it—" Jerrek's complaint was cut off
as Zach kissed him again, luring his tongue out and sucking on it. Jerrek
moaned into his mouth, then again as he pulled away, laying a trail of
open-mouthed kisses along the sidhe's jaw and down his neck. "Oh, that's
nice. Don't stop."
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an
expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and
keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently
located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of
"y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing
about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing
career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she
wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable
identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major
telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s
just plain torture...).
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