My Sexy Saturday – Discordant Lights


When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.

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Rabb’s muscles were tight with temper, his eyes bright with it. But the blood running through his veins showed no agitation. The thick, delicious nectar that gave him life surged and pulsed at the whim of his steadily beating heart, an essence so vibrant it made Brant’s fangs drop and ache.

Brant leaned near, sliding a tongue along Rabb’s throat and inhaling his lover’s unique musk—muscular and heady. “I don’t know…” He stepped closer, his mind overwhelmed with sudden lust. His cock hardened, shifting beneath denim. His chest heaved with sudden, rabid need. “I don’t care.” He pressed against Rabb, grinding hard as lust nearly took his mind away. “Fuck me, Rabb. Now.”

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When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.

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Brant stood on the stone patio of the mayor’s mansion and looked up at the stars. He held a warmed glass of pig’s blood in his hand and his thoughts were scattered, filled with all the problems he needed to resolve.

The moon was full and bright, casting a warm glow over the rolling, wooded grounds. Beyond the light, moving silently through the shadows, Rabb’s men were on constant watch for trouble.

Trouble was something he and Rabb had in abundance. And it was coming from so many different directions, it was hard to focus on any one issue long enough to solve it.

Foremost on his mind was Rabb. Despite agreeing to join the council to protect his lover, Brant didn’t trust the vamps to keep their word. He’d witnessed too many broken off conversations…too many glances across space when the council discussed relations with the shifter community.

The members of the council were up to something.

A soft whistle throbbed on the night and Brant’s gaze slid toward the sound, his senses sharpening. He focused his preternatural vision in the direction of the sound and the shadows brightened, showing…nothing.

No guard, no intruder.

Brant settled his glass onto the table and started forward, his built-in alarm system screaming. He sharpened his hearing as he approached the spot where the guard should have been. The dull thud, thud, thud of a laboring heartbeat filled his hearing. Hard on the heels of that damaged heartbeat was the sweet, metallic aroma of freshly spilled blood.

Brant’s pulse picked up, his fingernails lengthening to claws as his vamp came out in a big way. His cock twitched as the blood trail summoned him closer and all sense of caution slipped away.

Gone was cautious, thoughtful humanity. Brant became the predator searching for his next meal.

He stepped under the trees and saw the telltale glistening of blood on the grass. The aroma beckoned him…drawing him forward even as a tiny portion of his mind screamed for him to stop and retreat.

He slammed the door closed on that bit of conscious thought and dropped to his knees on the grass, inch-long fangs dripping saliva as he opened his mouth to growl his need.

A low groan had his head whipping around and he shot to his feet, his preternatural gaze sliding upward. A large body hung, limp and bleeding, over a high branch. The wind shifted the smaller branches around the injured man and the moon showed through. The silvery light wrapped the bleeding shifter in an aura, making him appear to glow.

Brant growled again, his claws digging holes in his palms as a small part of him screamed in warning. The shifter might as well have been wearing a neon sign with Brant’s name on it. His blood was a drug Brant found impossible to resist.

Yet, Brant had just enough humanity left to let a single thought slide in to nudge aside the ravening need.

Someone had set a trap for him.

 

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WIP Wednesday – Discordant Lights – Book 2 City of Lights


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When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.

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Rice held his gaze for a long moment. Rabb’s skin tingled and then the vampire was suddenly standing too close. Rabb sprouted claws and struck, but Rice caught his partially shifted hand and stepped closer, pressing himself full length against Rabb as something cold and foreign danced across Rabb’s mind.

His limbs locked, lost feeling, as Rice wrapped impossibly strong fingers around Rabb’s throat and leaned in. His lips touched the corner of Rabb’s mouth, his tongue snaking out to taste him there. “You don’t understand what you’re up against delicious canine. These are elders…thousands of years old…and they want you dead. I want to help you stay alive.”

Rabb growled, twitching helplessly against the invasive touch. Though he longed to rip the vamp into pieces, he couldn’t move his arms or legs. “Why am I supposed to believe you care?”

Rice’s lips spread in a slow smile. “Because there will be something in it for me.”

The vampire tucked his hips, pressing a hard ridge of flesh against Rabb as he ran his tongue along Rabb’s jawline.

His wolf roared in his head, writhing against the constraints that held them both rooted to the spot. “What’s in it for you to help me?”

Becklan Rice chuckled, the sound like icy water running down Rabb’s spine. “You, pretty puppy dog. I want you. And if you agree to become my lover, I’ll not only save your life, but I’ll also make sure Mr. Samuel Smythe doesn’t kill the embattled Mayor as well.” He smiled as Rabb’s pulse picked up, moaning with pleasure. “You’d like that, yes?”

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