Now Available: She Belongs To Them Both by Sedonia Guillone

She Belongs to Them Both
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: Menage; M/F/M; Paranormal; Shapeshifters; Werewolves
Imprint: Ai Press
Length: Super novel
Price: 2.99 USD

Cover art: Louca Matheo

eBook page count: 185

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Two werewolves are her chosen mates for life!

A paranormal romance that will take you from Boston’s legendary Chinatown to Beijing to the plains of Tibet…

Since he was bitten three years ago on the plains of Tibet, Jie Sing has fought back the ravening beast inside him. His attempts are unsuccessful until the stars lead him to the woman destined to be his mate, half a world away in Boston’s Chinatown. Fighting a deadly rival to keep her, Jie finds that in Megan’s arms, their passion keeps the beast at bay. Then Jie receives an urgent call summoning him back to China. Jie’s ex-wife in Beijing has accused Jie of attacking her in the street and had him arrested. But that’s impossible, seeing as he’s in America with Meg! Who is this “twin”—and why does Meg need to make love to both of them?

Publisher’s note: This book was previously published at Ellora’s Cave Publishing under the title, Kiss of the Werewolves.


Only then did she become aware again of their surroundings. The motors hummed and vibrated through the small space, reminding her they were in the plane lavatory. She couldn’t help smiling to herself. Before Jie, something this wonderful, this erotic would never have happened to her.

Finally, when they were rested, they maneuvered in the tiny space, worked around each other to do up their clothing. Once dressed, Jie took her in his arms again and nuzzled her hair. “Now,” he said softly, “we should both try to get some sleep.” His hand slipped into her hair, cradling her head. “As soon as we get to the hotel and settle in, I have to contact Su Lin.”

Meg sighed. “I know.” She wished she could just enjoy the languorous aftermath of their lovemaking without the specter of meeting Jie’s ex-wife hovering. She was tempted to ask Jie to just let it go, not to bother defending himself. But she knew how guilty he felt and how important it was that he was cleared of Su Lin’s accusation.

She let her thoughts wander to the stranger whom Su Lin thought was Jie. A strange tingle shimmered down her spine. Who was this man who looked so much like Jie that Su Lin thought he was her ex-husband? As a woman, she felt she would know Jie anywhere, even if he’d changed physically and she hadn’t seen him in a long time. She had taken Jie into her body and heart. He was imprinted on her very soul, as no doubt, he was on Su Lin’s. That thought made jealousy simmer deep in her gut, relieved only by Jie’s tender adoration.

Jealousy aside, the truth remained. There was something strange going on—though it couldn’t possibly be more bizarre than the fact that the man she loved changed from a man into a wolf-like beast at every full moon. They would obviously have to see this mysterious stranger and Jie would need to identify him while they were in Beijing in order to prove to Su Lin and to the authorities that he had been in the United States at the time of the stranger’s arrest.

“What are you thinking, Meg?” Jie’s gentle tenor cut through her musings.

She looked at him. Guilt snaked through her for all her private thoughts. She searched her heart for the words she really wanted to say. Now was no time to express fear and jealousy. “I was thinking how much I want everything to work out.”

He rested his hands on her shoulders and nodded. “Me too,” he murmured.

Jie left the lavatory first and she followed him after washing her face and smoothing and repinning her mussed hair. Then she went out and took her seat next to Jie, trying to get some rest with her hand laced in his.

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Now Available: Surviving Elite High: The Next Generation by John H. Ames

200x300Surviving Elite High: The Next Generation
John H. Ames
Series: Surviving Elite High
Genre: Young Adult, LGBT, Gay Romance
Imprint: Ai Press
Length: 74908 words, Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-12-9
Price: 4.99 USD
Release Date: October 7, 2016
Word count: 74908
PDF page count: 172

Cover art: Louca Matheo

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Flame rating: 2 Flames – infrequent, light love scenes, mildly graphic
Trade paperback available at Amazon
Print ISBN: 978-1539181781
Price: 12.99 USD

Surviving Elite High fans, the wait is over! More romance, drama and mystery are unfolding at Elite High before the back-to-school bell has even rung!

Seventeen year old, blond-hair, blue-eyed and adorable Robbie Carroll, orphaned at a young age and mysteriously never adopted, has finally found his dream family. Nick Hawking and John Ames, now married, wealthy, and powerful, make Robbie their son, defying the young man’s past- one that Robbie himself has no memory of- that has scared all other prospective parents away. Now, Robbie has great parents and a hot brother, Nicky and beautiful sister, Lily, who take him into their midst and make him part of their tight circle of friends who all go to Elite High.

One of those friends is Tim Mercer, a gorgeous football player at Elite High. Tim’s dark looks and simmering eyes capture Robbie’s heart at first sight. But Robbie can’t be sure that Tim feels the same way, or even if he’s gay too. Moreover, even if Tim is available, there are some people around him who don’t want Robbie to get close to him, and will go to ANY lengths to keep him away. Why? What do they want with Tim? What is the secret that Tim is harboring? And who is that strange man in Robbie’s visions, who haunts his life and his dreams? Find out here!


“You sleeping, boy?” he asked, his voice hoarse and manly. It wasn’t Nick, John or even Nicky. If it wasn’t them, then who could it be? “Mommy’s asleep and it’s time for us to have some fun. Play another round of mommy and daddy.”

Panic shot through every inch of Robbie’s body, rendering him weak and nauseous. Deep in his heart, he knew that he was in grave danger and needed to get away from him and fast. Before he could do anything, the man removed the thin cover sheltering his body and ran his hands all over his legs. His touch was ice cold, rough, and treacherous. Something about him made Robbie sick and too shocked to move. His body erupted in goose bumps while a sinking feeling buried itself inside his stomach. Who was he and what did he want?

Robbie was about to scream when something weird happened. The man’s touch became warm, gentle, and comforting. The mysterious man covered Robbie’s body with his and Robbie’s heart stopped, feet going completely cold. It wasn’t a stranger or an evil presence. It was Nicky.


“Shhh!” Nicky placed a soft finger over his lips. “I know you want me as much as I want you.”
Robbie’s heart started pounding hard against his chest while his body shivered in delight. Nicky’s hands traced every inch of his body as his lips locked on his neck, tasting his skin. Robbie moaned in pleasure as his member became hard and stiff. Was this real? Or was it all just a dream? Nicky grunted loudly and began to hump and rub his hips against him.

“Oh, Nicky!” Robbie screamed as he felt the pressure of Nicky’s body against his.

All of a sudden, a loud buzzing sound rang in his ears and he sat up. The morning rays welcomed him with their radiant glow, disturbing his vision. It was already morning and everything had been just a beautiful dream. However, the buzzing sound still continued and he looked around for the source of all of the commotion. It was his iPhone and Nicky’s name flashed repeatedly on the screen. He waved his hand over the device and answered, happily. “Hey! What’s up?”

“Get up lazy!” Nicky replied.

“I’m up!” Robbie rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.”

“Wow!” Robbie glanced outside. “I overslept.”

“That’s cool. I was just making sure you were up.”

“Oh, okay.” Robbie scratched his head, confused. Why would he?

“See you soon.” Nicky hung up on him.

Soon? Robbie stared at his phone. Someone knocked on the door and Robbie stood up. Was it Nicky? Maybe it was! He combed his hair with his hands and cleaned his face with the silky covers of his bed. After taking a deep breath, he answered, casually. “Come in.”

“Rise and shine!” John announced as he opened the door and stepped inside.

It was only John, but he was still very happy to see him.

“I sent Nicky to check if you were up, but his lazy ass won’t leave the couch.”

Robbie laughed. “That’s why he called me?”

“Yeah.” John sat on the edge of the bed. “I want you to clean up, put on something nice and have breakfast with us. After that, we’re going shopping for a few things you might need.”

“You really don’t—”

“Nope!” John lifted a hand out to him. “I won’t take no for an answer. Remember, you’re my son now.”

Robbie’s heart skipped a few beats. It felt so good to hear someone saying those words. “Okay, John. Thank you.”

“Good.” John stood up, heading straight for the door. “Hurry up! We’re waiting on you.”

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Now available: Mating Tomeo by A.J. Llewellyn

MatingTomeo_200x300Mating Tomeo
Author: A.J. Llewellyn
Genre: M/M Romance, Gay Romance, Historical, Historical 20th Century
Imprint: Ai Press
Length: Novella
eISBN: 9781937796181
Price: 2.99 USD

Flame rating: 4

Cover art: Sid Love

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In 1946 Hawaii, Tomeo Yamaguchi harbors a secret that would be considered shameful by his traditional Japanese family—he aches for the caress of other men.

Which makes it particularly devastating when Tomeo’s father hires a tanomoshi—a matchmaker—to find a bride for his son.

Tomeo spends time with the tanomoshi, Shin Yamada, and as the men come to know one another, deep feelings emerge, the transition from friends to lovers inevitable. They fall into a clandestine affair, their hushed and hidden lovemaking as beautiful and breathless in their eyes as it is torrid in the eyes of others.

More time spent worshipping Tomeo’s body means less time finding him a suitable bride. Shin’s forsaking his duty and risking everything…but mating Tomeo is worth every stolen second. No matter the cost…


Chapter One
Honolulu, Hawaii, April 16, 1946

Tomeo sat outside the house and waited. It was almost six o’clock and his mother would worry if he didn’t go straight inside, but he dreaded what awaited him. He watched the sun setting, spreading fast across the horizon, like peach jam on a slice of very blue toast.

He had to stop thinking in what his father called artistic terms. Art was for sissies.

Tomeo swallowed hard as he glanced up at the sky. He had thought the tsunami of two weeks ago had been a brilliant diversion in his parents’ marriage plans. Not anymore. They weren’t buying his excuses of extra work because of the incident. Over a hundred people had died, but after the first few, chaotic days, it was true that the islands had returned to normal.

The sun’s brilliance made the clouds seem like a cluster of ripe fruit up there in Heaven. He sighed when his favorite song, Prisoner of Love came on the radio. He turned up the volume and gripped the steering wheel of his most prized possession, his cherry-red 1940 Chrysler Highlander. He’d bought it dirt cheap from an American Army officer forced to return to the mainland. Tomeo loved the car so much he wished he could marry it.

It had one bullet hole in the trunk and another lodged in the plaid fabric of the backseat thanks to the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, but other than that, the car was perfect.

He hummed along with Perry Como. Tomeo was a terrible singer but a pretty good hummer. Como’s voice and the lyrics haunted him, especially the lines, “I need no shackles to remind me, I’m just a prisoner of love…”

Tomeo felt close to tears. He longed for love. He longed to experience the pain and anguish of loving somebody so much… He just knew he would never find it and now…now he had to go inside and meet the tanomoshi.

He forced himself to relax. He touched the walnut panel on the dashboard, hardly able to believe this thing of beauty belonged to him. He’d saved for two years to buy the car from his boss’s brother-in-law.

Tomeo worked hard for his money. He had a good job and was considered a handsome, eligible bachelor. And that was why inside the house, the tanomoshi awaited him. His father had mentioned this strange custom to him several times, but Tomeo had dismissed the idea from his mind.

A match-maker!

He didn’t need a match-maker. So far, he’d managed to avoid missing the man three times. Now his parents were beginning to suspect something was very wrong with him. They’d asked him if he was sick. He did, after all have a very physical job managing a pineapple cannery, but he wished his sickness was physical. He wished he could explain his hideous malady.

Tomeo Yamaguchi had an illness…what else could it be when only a few men he knew suffered the same thing?

He preferred the attentions of other men.

There. He’d finally allowed himself to admit the truth in his own mind. He was homosexual…or, as he’d heard it in a bar recently, gay. Gay. What an odd word. Gay meant happy, and he was far from it. At the age of twenty-three, he was fast approaching the mark of doom, twenty-four, when he would be considered too old to be a decent husband in the bloom of his youth.

But I am in my prime. I think of sex…all day long.

He knew the tanomoshi was inside because Tomeo was parked behind the man’s pristine black Ford Coupe. Of course his car is pristine. I bet his whole life is fantastic. I bet he has the perfect wife, and the perfect children. I bet his car doesn’t have bullet holes…

The truth was, he was afraid of what the tanomoshi might have found for him. Some well-bred, very Japanese girl from the mainland, or worse, Japan? He could barely speak the language. Long before Pearl Harbor had been struck it had been illegal to speak anything but English in Hawaii. Now, five years later, if he found himself with a Japanese bride he wouldn’t even be able to talk to her!

Three of his friends had all been married by proxy and they seemed happy enough. However, like Tomeo, their Japanese was poor and they hardly spoke to their wives.

“You don’t need language when it comes to sex,” his best friend, Koh, always said. “You just take your clothes off. The body speaks for itself.”

But Tomeo didn’t plan on having sex with his wife so he would need to say something. Maybe he could learn some jokes, or some poems and keep her laughing all day long.

Fool. Nobody laughs all day long.

Okay. I can’t sit here all night listening to tunes on the radio.

Why not? I like it out here!

He brushed off his pants. They had a fine dusting of bamboo powder all over them. He’d spent the last hour lying on the ground inside the bamboo rainforest up on the Old Pali Road, watching woodchoppers working. A few were very attractive to him. He glanced back at the house. Would she be here, his future bride?

Maybe I can get a look at her before I have to face the music…

He turned off the engine just as Perry Como got to the good part about how the woman he loved had another. Now that would be convenient if his intended bride didn’t want him. He could go back to his life secretly hungering for men…

Tomeo didn’t want a traditional Japanese bride. What would he do with a woman? It was bad enough having a sister, for Lord’s sake. He sneaked around the side of the house. It wasn’t easy when his father had spent so much time planting tropical flowers all over the grounds. Spiky palm fronds dug into his arms and legs as he reached the living room windows.

He could hear his father talking. The windows were closed but his father was loud.

“I think the boy is too soft. He has ideas of romance and American girls.”

No, I don’t!

“What are you doing?” a voice beside him asked too loudly.

Tomeo jumped in fright. “Shhh!” he hissed.

“What are you doing out here?” Asuka asked again, peering into the window.

“Get down!”

“You’re mean. They can’t see me.”

“Of course they can see you with all that stupid stuff in your hair.” She looked like a walking fruit bowl with the kanzashi lacquered to her artfully piled locks. She had hair sticks, cherry blossoms, ornamental fans and combs galore. In English, Asuka’s name meant smelling good tomorrow. He sure hoped so because the yucky stuff in her hair reeked like diesel fuel right now.

His nose twitched.

She tilted her head and before he could move out of the way, one of the sticks shot straight up his left nostril.

“Ow!” he screamed. Blood gushed everywhere.

Tomeo grabbed his burning face, petrified of the pain and all the blood escaping through his fingers. He tried not to panic and hold his head up but the window opened, smacking him right in the chin. It sent him flying into a kiawe tree behind him.

He shrieked as the thorniest trees in all the Hawaiian Islands shoved their way into every available inch of his body.

Tomeo went into shock. He heard the sound of running feet, heard his father saying, “Aw, nuts. I was hoping it was a burglar. I wanted to shoot him!”

“Easy, easy, I’ve got you,” another, kinder voice said.
Tomeo looked up into the most beautiful almond eyes he’d ever seen and said the first thing that came into his idiotic mind. “I’m all cut up. And after all my efforts to keep my elbows smooth.”

And then, he passed out.

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Now available: Acts of Passion by Sedonia Guillone

100x300ActsofPassionActs of Passion (A Jack Cade/Michael di Santo Novel of Suspense)
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: LGBT; Gay Romance; Mystery and Detective; Romantic Suspense
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-13-6
Price: 2.99 USD
Print: ISBN13: 978-1523246526|Price: 10.99 USD

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When a man is found in his apartment, appearing to have committed hara kiri with a samurai sword, Boston Homicide Detective Jack Cade suspects more is going on than what it appears. The department’s criminal profiler has left and a new guy is taking his place. At first, Cade is skeptical of Dr. Michael Di Santo. Di Santo seems so absent-minded and too neurotic to be effective. But he is brilliant and hot and Cade finds himself falling hard and fast, both in lust and in love. The attraction is mutual, although Michael’s past demons haunt him, keeping him from getting too close. Together, they begin to unravel Michael’s emotional knots even as they close in on a killer, another brilliant, wily person whose sights are now set on Michael.

Publisher’s note: This title was previously published at Ellora’s Cave. It now contains a previously deleted scene for reprint with Ai Press.


Studying the front area of the building, he wandered down the flower box lined stone walk of the apartment building and turned to face it. Crime lab workers and patrol officers moved around on either side of the yellow crime tape, keeping the building cordoned off until Jack gave instructions to clear out and retain only the apartment as the crime scene.

Jack stepped aside to let someone go past him and bump! Smacked into something.

He turned. “Excuse me, I’m—” Or rather, he’d bumped into someone.

The man was adjusting the glasses Jack had apparently knocked off his face. “You’re in a crime scene,” Jack said.

“Yes, I know.” Almond-shaped brown eyes seemed to study Jack from behind round lenses. He looked Asian, yet sort of…not Asian at the same time. His dark brown hair was styled in a conventional way, parted on the side in short layers. The crumpled navy suit he wore, complete with diagonally striped tie against a light blue dress shirt made him appear as if his mother had dressed him for a spelling bee at school even though he was probably about Jack’s age. Forty.

Jack blinked. He was taking absolutely too long to find out who this man was. Then light dawned. Of course. “Dr. Di Santo?”

“Detective Cade?”

“That’s me. Hope I didn’t break your glasses.”

Di Santo touched them on each side as if to check. “No, they’re fine.”

Jack watched the man’s hands as he gingerly adjusted the frames. Nicely shaped fingers. Clean, trimmed nails. “Sorry I bumped you that way.”

“No problem.” Di Santo cleared his throat. “I hope I can be of help to you.”

Jack started. “Me too. This way.” He led Di Santo into the building and up to the apartment. “As I told you on the phone, I’m not so sure this was a suicide.” He let Di Santo precede him into the apartment and followed him, observing the way the slim man took in the surroundings on his way over to the victim.

Jack explained his suspicions and then let the man work. For what seemed a long time, Di Santo wandered about then stood in the center of the room, his gaze on the coffee table. His hand disappeared into his jacket pocket and pulled something out, which he popped into his mouth.

Jack watched him. Watched the man’s cheek bulge on the side while he sucked on whatever it was in his mouth, his gaze intent on the coffee table and victim. He then approached Jack and Jack heard the click of hard candy against the guy’s teeth. Finally Di Santo turned and knelt by the body.

Jack saw the professor’s eyes widen, especially on the hilt of the knife. “What is it?”

Di Santo seemed to ignore his question, staring at the knife. “Were his hands on the hilt of the knife or over his face when you found him?”

“Over his face.”

“Okay. Please open the robe so I can see the wound,” he said to Murphy.

Murphy did as he asked and Di Santo gazed for what seemed five straight minutes at the vicious cross-shaped cut in the centre of the wound.

“Jumonji giri,” he said, nearly in a whisper.

“What?” Jack looked between the knife wound and Di Santo.

The hot-yet-nerdy man was still staring down, seeming to ignore him. The candy in his mouth clicked several times against his teeth.

“Dr. Di Santo?”

Michael Di Santo looked up, his eyes seemingly far away yet intent at the same time. “What kind of movies did this man watch?”

Cover art: Louca Matheo
Jacket design: Les Byerley

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Ora disponibile: Uno Stregone a Waikiki per A.J. Llewellyn

A Wizard in Waikiki Italian 23Uno stregone a Waikiki
Autore: A.J. Llewellyn
Serie: Uno stregone a Waikiki Libro I
Genere: gay romance, M/M, paranormal, sovrannaturale
Editore: Ai Press
Lunghezza: romanzo breve
eISBN: 978-1-937796-90-7
Prezzo: 2.99 USD

Livello di sensualità: 3 fiamme

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Cover art: Les Byerley
Traduzione: Martina Nealli

Evocato da un lontano passato, Konu emerge dal mare per esercitare il suo potere in cambio della libertà di vivere e di amare… Se le forze del male non lo trovano per prime!

È un giorno di sole come tanti altri a Waikiki quando dall’oceano emerge un individuo di straordinaria bellezza e prestanza, sconvolgendo i presenti. Si chiama Konu, è uno degli antichi stregoni il cui potere dimora ancora nelle sacre pietre, ed è venuto da molto lontano – da Tahiti – per ristabilire l’equilibrio nella battaglia invisibile fra il bene e il male.

Senza uno straccio d’abito a coprire la sua nudità, Konu si dirige al recinto dove sono ammassate quattro grosse rocce che la maggior parte dei turisti neanche degna di uno sguardo. Sono le Pietre degli Stregoni, posizionate fra la spiaggia e il passaggio pedonale del Kalakaua Avenue. La vista di una giovane di origine asiatica che stende con noncuranza un telo sulle pietre lo indispettisce al punto da spingerlo a intervenire, attirando ancora di più l’attenzione generale. Un poliziotto vorrebbe arrestarlo per indecenza, ma il nonno della ragazza, scambiandolo per un senza tetto un po’ svitato, gli offre il suo aiuto.

Apparso dal nulla nella Waikiki dei giorni nostri, Konu è sconvolto e traumatizzato dai cambiamenti; in più, ben presto si rende conto di essere solo. Riuscirà a trovare il proprio posto sull’isola… e forse anche l’amore?

Capitolo uno

Si levò dalle gelide, oscure profondità dell’oceano, la sofferenza e la paura che lo dilaniavano mentre la sua forma umana si plasmava lentamente ed emergeva, invocando aria. Dolce aria preziosa. Doveva respirare. Quando infine incespicò sulla sabbia bollente, il calore gli scottò i piedi, ma il dolore al corpo svanì appena fece i primi respiri affannati e profondi. La sua forma umana era talmente strabiliante da sembrargli perfetta, nonostante i piedi doloranti.

Non era questione di ego. Da cinquecento anni gli era proibito di godere del proprio corpo fisico, terreno.

Sono vivo. Sono umano. Sono qui!

Smaniava dal desiderio di fermarsi e… esserci, assorbire l’istante per cui aveva a lungo atteso, ma Konu percepì su di sé gli sguardi della gente in spiaggia. I lunghi capelli neri gli si appiccicavano al viso e alle spalle, bagnati dall’acqua di mare. Con gli occhi passò in rassegna la massa dei corpi sulla riva… le striscioline di tessuto colorato che indossavano.

Era venuto da molto lontano. Sotto il riparo delle tenebre, con le stelle come unica guida, era giunto nel luogo chiamato Waikiki. Ora, nella luce del tardo pomeriggio, logorato nelle forze, era stato costretto ad abbandonare l’inviolabilità del mare. Aveva tentato di attendere la notte, ma era stanco… tanto stanco.

Per cinquecento anni, la sua anima e quelle dei quattro stregoni insieme ai quali aveva operato, avevano osservato in attesa.

In lontananza, ai margini della sabbia, intravide delle grosse bestie… suoni possenti, lo sfavillio del fuoco delle torce tiki, il bagliore dei sorrisi. Udì delle risa e una dozzina di lingue diverse che cozzavano fra loro. Poi le vide. Le immagini, i suoni, tutto si placò. Ebbe un colpo al cuore alla vista delle pietre.

Le sue pietre.

Avvampò di rabbia quando una giovane donna stese un asciugamano spesso e colorato sulla cancellata, toccando uno dei quattro massi che rappresentavano il mana sacro degli antichi stregoni del quindicesimo secolo – Kapaemāhū, Kapuni, Kahāloa e… Kinohi, il nonno di Konu. Konu era stato il quinto stregone, il sacro guardiano delle pietre… fino a che non lo avevano bandito.

«Ehi!» gridò la giovane mentre lui strappava via l’asciugamano bagnato dalla cancellata in ferro che circondava le pietre e lo gettava a terra.

Sul tessuto stropicciato vide la parola Aloha.

Strinse gli occhi a fessura e spostò lo sguardo sulla giovane donna. Che fosse lei il segnale che stava cercando?

Allungò il braccio fra le sbarre per toccare i massi tondi. Non era semplice. Il cancello serviva a tenere lontane le mani infide degli umani. Lanciò uno sguardo ai colombi bianchi che sedevano vigili sulle rocce. Le testoline degli uccelli si voltarono a guardarlo. Quei guardiani del focolare in miniatura sembravano esausti quanto lui. Erano uccelli sporchi, arruffati e molto malati. Konu lesse le loro energie. In un lampo vide migrazioni e morti a migliaia. Questi erano i superstiti. Si erano raccolti sulle pietre come da sempre solevano fare le creature in difficoltà. Avevano bisogno del suo aiuto.

La cancellata era chiusa da un piccolo lucchetto che in condizioni fisiche normali avrebbe potuto rimuovere facilmente, ma adesso era indebolito dal viaggio. Era un sollievo che le quattro Pietre degli Stregoni fossero intatte. Quasi gli si spezzò il cuore alla vista di un uccello particolarmente scheletrico, che pareva vicino alla morte e giaceva sulla roccia di suo nonno. Continuava a becchettarsi, punzecchiandosi una ferita aperta sull’ala. Konu avvicinò la mano, impossibilitato a raggiungerlo. L’uccello zampettò più vicino. Nascose la testa sotto l’ala e Konu adoperò la sua magia. Cercò di capire se l’uccello volesse vivere o morire, ma ormai la gente aveva iniziato a sballottarlo. Doveva agire in fretta.

Donò vita alla creatura, e con un gesto della mano fece apparire qualche verme sulla superficie delle roccia. L’uccello li ingollò con fervore. Il potere sovrannaturale della pietra avrebbe ripristinato il suo nucleo vitale. Konu lottò per toccare la pietra. Vide che la gente aveva portato delle offerte. Lungo le colonne della cancellata erano appese lei di orchidee violette. Ce n’era persino una di conchiglie. L’accarezzò esitante. Era lì da poco.

Di fronte c’erano due targhette di bronzo. Esaminò la scrittura. Era inglese. Dovette rieducare la mente per leggere le parole.

Le voci intorno si fecero più chiassose mentre la sua mano sibilava come un lampo accanto al potere senziente delle rocce. Ah, la magia vi dimora ancora. Percepiva le energie singole, eppure in qualche modo unite, che pervadevano le pietre. Inspirò a fondo e poggiò la mano sull’ultima, quella che rappresentava suo nonno. Konu, da lungo esiliato dalla famiglia, bramava un contatto sincero con Kinohi. Avvicinò la mano alla roccia, ma toccò invece una lei gialla. L’ilima, il fiore degli dei.

Chinò la testa e pianse.

Non ci hanno dimenticato.

A lungo aveva atteso, e ora che era lì, le emozioni avevano preso il sopravvento. Si aggrappò per un attimo alle sbarre di ferro, sbattendo le palpebre per scacciare le lacrime calde dal proprio volto. Allungò di nuovo la mano, e stavolta sfiorò la pietra del nonno. Un tenue crepitio dall’interno. Il mana era ancora lì. Inquinato, ma c’era. Dormiente. La pietra aveva tentato di proteggersi. Ora capiva perché la sua famiglia lo avesse mandato lì.

L’uccello che aveva guarito si era alzato sulle zampette traballanti. Konu vide che una era rotta. Con un altro scatto del polso, guarì l’arto ferito. L’uccello lo scrutò con l’occhietto tondo e nero, saltellò sulla roccia più alta e si accoccolò per osservarlo.

«Vola» disse Konu, ma il colombo rimase coi suoi compagni.

«Mi ha buttato l’asciugamano per terra!» gridò la donna accanto a lui. «Qualcuno chiami la polizia. Questo qui è un lolo… è matto!»

Konu cercò di non reagire con rabbia di fronte alla donna che tanto si agitava per il telo. Cercò di ascoltare, di osservare… di attendere. Aveva sperato in una qualche ispirazione divina, in un messaggio dal cielo, ma durante le settimane trascorse da quando aveva intrapreso il viaggio da Tahiti, era stato costretto ad affidarsi solo al suo intuito e alle costellazioni. Avvertì una mano pesante sulla spalla.

«Signore, a Waikiki non è permesso girare senza vestiti» gli disse una voce. Konu sospirò. Tentò di dissolversi, ma non ci riuscì.

«Mi scusi, agente. È con me».

Konu si girò verso il punto da cui proveniva la voce; abbassò gli occhi stanchi e affaticati e scoprì che si trattava di un anziano signore di origine asiatica. Minuscolo, quasi gobbo e con metà dei denti in bocca, e tuttavia possedeva ancora una grande forza vitale.
Lo conosco… no…

Per un fugace istante, fu attraversato dall’ombra di un ricordo.

Konu non aveva mai visto quell’uomo; di questo era sicuro. Il suo antenato… Sì, ora ricordo. Devo rammentare il suo nome. Ho un debito di gratitudine nei confronti di suo nonno… o è lui che ce l’ha nei miei? Sono stanco… tanto stanco.

Il vecchietto strappò l’asciugamano alla donna e lo avvolse alla vita di Konu. Konu era tentato di protestare, ma l’uomo in uniforme con la mano sulla sua spalla lo scrutava con aria severa. Il vecchietto gli afferrò la mano.

«Non voglio andare» disse Konu quando il vecchio si allontanò di corsa dall’oceano, con lui al seguito. Rimase senza fiato alla vista delle macchine mostruose sulla strada. Emanavano una puzza tremenda. Che fine aveva fatto la sua adorata spiaggia immacolata di Ulukou?

La giovane donna li seguì con un’espressione imbronciata, le braccia incrociate sul petto, finché non furono sul lato opposto della strada.

«Chi è questo?» chiese, facendosi schioccare qualcosa nella bocca, da cui uscì un pallone rosa. A quel punto, Konu si sentì in pena per lei. Oh, povera donna, era chiaramente ammalata. Aveva bisogno del suo aiuto.

«Signorina, di che origine è il tuo male?» chiese.

«Male?» Il vecchio lo fissò. «Non è malata».

Konu indicò il pallone che le usciva dalla bocca.

«Quella è gomma da masticare. Ne vuoi una?»

Gomma da masticare? Konu scosse la testa. La vita a Waikiki non era come l’aveva immaginata, né come la ricordava.

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Now Available: The Case of the Heavenly Host (A Mark Julian, Vampire P.I. Mystery)

The Heavenly23L.G. Fabbo-Gonnella
Series: Mark Julian, Vampire P.I. Book 3
Genre: vampire, paranormal, gay romance, mystery and detective, suspense
Imprint: Ai Press
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-80-8

Flame rating: 2 flames- Stories will have some love scenes. These will be more sensual then graphic and will mostly rely on euphemism.

Cover art: Louca Matheo
Photograph: Christian Campbell
Model: Jacopo Rampini

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It’s a madhouse as Mark and Vinnie prepare for their wedding. Jaime is missing in action consumed with her quest to find “just the right forties’ gown” for her own pending nuptials. Vinnie is stuck on a complex “secret” case and has no free time to help with any marriage planning. Mrs. Pasquale, Vinnie’s mom, is locked in a battle of wills with an archbishop who won’t let her priestly cousin bless, “any such unions”. Worse, Tortego is offering to preside over the ceremony in his capacity as, “the leader of our vampire clan who is still an ordained priest you know”!

But things really get crazy for Mark when an angelic messenger for the Heavenly Host approaches him. Dark forces are gathering and Mark is called into action to find the missing sword of the Archangel Michael. As Mark begins his search he encounters two dark angels who take no prisoners in their quest to find it first. Murders abound and the hunt is on to find the sword and end their killing rampage before more innocents are slaughtered. This time Mark Julian will face his worst crisis and in the end no one will ever be the same.

“And the prophets spoke of the blackened angels of destruction who spread their dark wings across the earth seeking to blot out the love of God!”

Publisher’s note: This book was previously published by Nazca Plains under a different pen name. It has been extensively edited for re-release with Ai Press.



Marcus Claudius Marcellus had been born in what was later designated as 45 B. C., though historians wrongly cited the date of 42 B.C. He was the only son of Octavia, the daughter of Gaius Octavius, an honest but relatively unimportant man who had the luck of being related to Gaius Julius Caesar through his wife Julia.

Gaius Octavius later had another child, a son also named Gaius Octavius, who was adopted by his soon to be illustrious Uncle Julius and who rose up to become known to history as Augustus, the First Citizen of Rome. Marcus, the nephew of said Augustus, had become a young man with a very bright future indeed.

When his Uncle Octavius, also known as Augustus, later had his own daughter Julia wed to Marcus, things only improved for Marcus. To everyone this marriage signaled that he was the appointed heir to Augustus’s rank and offices when the latter expired. One day he would become the First Citizen of Rome.

Marcus had loved Julia quite intensely, and she had indulgently understood that the objects of his primary sexual arousal were always of the more masculine variety. In those days there was none of that latter day narrow-minded and judgmental morality concerning whom one slept with so his taste in bedmates was never a real problem. Still, Marcus discreetly avoided any gossip that would cause embarrassment to his young wife. Emotionally the two were deeply devoted to each other.

The people of Rome had taken the strikingly good-looking young couple to their hearts, and life was good. In truth, the pair had been quite happy until one night in 23 B.C. when two vampires hired by practitioners of the dark arts attacked Marcus and Augustus. These practitioners were angered by Augustus’s order that all such persons were to be exiled from Rome. Luckily the first citizen escaped unharmed but Marcus was not as fortunate. Though not killed, he was unintentionally “turned” by his vampire attacker. He awoke from his assault to find himself as one of the vampire clan.

Augustus had been grief stricken over this calamity but rigidly firm. Marcus was given to understand that a vampire, was not a proper heir for the Roman people. Marcus left into a bitter exile while the people were told their darling young future heir had died from an undisclosed illness. Julia was soon to be locked into a loveless political second marriage to an old man she despised. After that man’s death, she married a third time, again to suit her father’s political ends, a man she also hated. After a few years, her father exiled her to an island on alleged charges of adultery. Upon Augustus’s own demise, her third husband, the Emperor Tiberius, had her killed.

Marcus wandered the earth, ultimately arriving in the New World over a century ago where he then claimed a new city as his home. New York City reminded him of ancient Rome with its whirling brashness, its excitement, and its defiant attitudes toward all comers. Here one could and did become anything they wanted to be or to be known as, and so Marcus Claudius Marcellus became simply Mark Julian, honoring his beloved wife by adopting a form of her first name as his last. Here he began his new career as an investigator for the supernatural denizens of “his city.” Together with his trusty secretary Jaime, shape-shifting sex demon with a dress code straight out the forties, and his human lover, New York City Detective Vincent Pasquale, he stood ready to take on all cases that came his way.

“And the prophets spoke of the blackened angels of destruction who spread their dark wings across the earth seeking to blot out the love of God”

It Begins:

The Darkness Foretold To Deaf Ears

It was another typical day in the great city along the Hudson River. The visiting tourists took in the sights while her inhabitants were simply trying to get by in the always-exhilarating madhouse called New York City. Life flowed onward at a hectic pace unless one took the time to really stop and pay closer attention to the surroundings.

Today a raggedly dressed, wild-eyed old man stood on the corner of New York City’s busy Forty-Eight Street and Broadway, shouting at the top of his lungs to the crowds milling around him. His clothes were ripped and ill fitting. In simple truth, he also smelled rather ripe. “And the ancient prophets spoke of those antediluvian days when there arose the blackened angels of destruction!” he endlessly ranted at the scurrying people. “Loathsome creatures that sought to spread their dark wings across the earth to blot out the true love of God. But the shining silver sword of the Most High’s light seared open their rotten flesh, sending them cascading back in terror into their hellish hole!” Trying to ignore his cries, nervous tourists kept their distance and mimicked the “don’t bother me” attitude of the city natives who seemed oblivious to the old man’s presence. The tourists moved on, absently noting that such men and women were considered to be part of the typical sights in this great city. Indeed, many felt people like him only added to the color of the area’s hustle and bustle.

Surrounding the old man were the bright lights of the theatre district that hosted New York’s biggest tourist businesses: Broadway shows. To many visitors this entertainment attraction was the major reason they came to the metropolis on the Hudson. Many residents, however, were quick to decry an industry that seemed to be less about creating “new shows” and more about the resuscitation of past musical hits. For musical aficionados “The Great White Way” now hosted more revivals than some southern Pentecostal faiths. Amidst the tourists gawking at the lights and debating which shows to see, the man continued his shouting.

“Yet now new messengers of malevolence from them have come out from their putrid lair, seeking to find the light and cast it away,” the old man yelled to people who continued to ignore him. “They are here among us even now, seeking to raise their ancient evils once more and blot out the true love of God. They walk here with us today. They are here in this Sodom even now. Do you not see them here in front of me?” He pointed at a giggling, attractive youthful couple who seemed to find his accusation amusing. The brown haired youth, for he looked to be all of nineteen at best, was clad in tan colored chinos and a light green crew neck sweater. His long-haired blonde female companion, who appeared to be the same age as well, wore a light blue dress that ended just above her knees. They seemed to be the perfect embodiment of a purist’s idea of how middle-class and respectful American youth should appear. “Take them and destroy them now, before it is too late,” the old man railed, still pointing at the clean-cut pair who seemed more amused then concerned about becoming the object of the man’s ire.

“Hey buddy, take it somewhere else,” a bored overweight policeman said as he walked up to the elderly man. “You’re bothering people here. I want you to go now or I’ll run you in for blocking the sidewalk.”

“Officer, you must arrest those two,” the man sobbed, pointing once more at the now obviously smirking youthful duo.

“Yes, we are quite evil,” the dark-haired boy laughed as his fair-haired companion gleefully tittered gleefully.

The officer shot a look of annoyance at them. “A couple of kids from the ‘burbs out on a date, I bet,” he thought. “Okay, you two get moving as well.” he grumbled as he hustled the older man away toward a side street.

The old man groaned in despair. “I am sent by the Most High as a prophet who is come to warn you. Why will no one listen?” He gazed at the irritated law officer. “You are not going to arrest them are you?”

“Go now or it’s going to be you that gets arrested,” the officer barked and released the elderly man with a push. the prophet took one last look at the grinning couple and shuddered.

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Now Available: Deep Probe by A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

DeepProbe23Deep Probe
Authors: AJ Llewellyn and DJ Manly
Genre: M/M; Multiple partners; Gay romance; Furturistic/Sci-Fi
Length: Novella
eISBN: 978-1-937796-51-8
MSRP: 4.99
You pay: 2.99

Cover art: Les Byerley

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Boy meets boy. Boys meet rod. A sneaky rod that steals men’s hottest dreams. And acts on them!

Space has no fury like an intergalactic sex fiend given free reign. From the twisted, seductive mind of film director John Bruno comes DEEP PROBE, penned by best-selling authors A.J. Llewellyn and D. J. Manly.

DEEP PROBE, a hot M/M science-fiction tale set on a planet far, far away features six astronauts on a rescue mission to a distress signal. They find no signs of unusual life. One of the crew. however, pockets a mysterious green rod. He soon finds it has a mind and sexual tastes all of its own…

Publisher’s note: Deep Probe has been previously published. It was edited and re-released by Ai Press.


Chapter One


Walter Gross, the new Lieutenant appointed to the Starfleet Cruiser stepped back guiltily. Man, for the resident geek the guy had a gigantic cock.

“This machine is mine,” Beckett snapped.

“Sorry, sir.” Gross always spoke in a deferential way but Beckett, the ship’s commander, knew this kid was trouble. Though only a few years separated Gross from Beckett, experience and attitude counted for a lot. Not to mention intelligence. Beckett hated getting lumbered with Gross, but he’d lost the coin toss back on the Starport Dock. His crew had hyper-stopped long enough to refuel, fill the food machines, get a couple of new crew members, and replace the ship’s doctor who’d started suffering anxiety attacks during their last orbit. They also had fresh medical supplies, including, for medicinal purposes…the reward of these incredible, new fuck bags.

Beckett stepped up to Unit One. It might have been an inanimate object, but he’d started to develop an odd attachment to this industrial-looking sex machine. Gross gave him some space, moving over to Unit Four. There were six in all, enough to accommodate the entire crew. Since their installation, on-board tensions had eased somewhat, though there were days when tempers flared.

Beckett was so horny he could spit. Seventeen months orbiting the solar system was a long time for a group of men to be away from their partners or the pursuit of ass or pussy…away from any possible sexual human contact.

Since sex between crewmembers was forbidden by their military superiors, they’d all given the fuck bags a serious workout from the moment they’d taken off again three weeks ago. Beckett unzipped his fly, took hold of his cock and slipped it into the tight opening inside the machine. Fuck. It seemed to know him, seemed to groove especially to his needs.

He tried to relax. The ship was under Cruz’s command for the moment. Cruz. Shit. Stop thinking about him and that gorgeous mouth.

He pressed the Oral function. The machine hummed, massaging his huge shaft like a warm, wet mouth as he moved back and forth into it. He loved the slick, slippery feel. Dimly aware of Gross hammering like a jack rabbit a few machines away, Beckett knew his new recruit was fixated on his own pleasure. Still, Beckett craved privacy. He slipped on his earbuds and pressed Fuck. He never lasted long with this button. He could control the tempo, even the heat. He wanted to feel like he was fucking an extra-tight ass.

Aaahhhh…bliss. He peered down at the screen in front of him. Which porn movie did he want to watch? Though naturally gay, lately, he’d been watching all kinds of movies. He’d noticed the guys who said they were straight—or at least claimed to be—had taken to watching gay porn. They’d all lost a few inhibitions these last few weeks.

I hope that’s a good thing. Mmm…this morning, I want a man. Yeah. I wanna watch gay porn. He felt the ass-muscle mechanism clamping down on his cock. God, this thing was good. His heart raced. Torn between coming and easing back a little, he chose the latter. He slowed down his speed. He felt the tightening in his ball sac recede. He wanted to watch a lot of ass fucking. He chose an oldie, but goodie, Morning Wood.

Beckett watched the action, fantasizing he was in the scene. When he was back on earth and he got a flat bicycle tire, he could never remember anyone as sexy as these guys being around needing a hand…or an ass. He had never had two hot, scantily clad guys wanting to relieve his personal pressure as well as that of his bicycle tires.

He winched the pressure on his cock up a little to the Virgin Ass nodule. Oh, yeah. He watched the hot stud on screen getting fucked by one guy, and sucked by another. Beckett closed his eyes briefly and imagined lying in such a beautiful room himself, the sun on his face, a breeze blowing filmy white curtains…shit…this was dangerous. It wasn’t the porn star he was balling, but…


Beckett’s eyes opened. He gulped. On the verge of coming, the slow, sexy smile on the face beside him sent his orgasm into the stratosphere. Or wherever the hell the fuck bag sent the gallons of come he’d been pumping into the thing for weeks now.

Nobody could ever guess he had a secret crush on his First Lieutenant, Jason Cruz.

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Now Available: Surviving Elite High by John H. Ames!

SurvivingEliteHS26Surviving Elite High
Author John H. Ames
Genre: M/M; Young Adult; GLBT
Length: Novel
Series: Surviving Elite High, Book One
eISBN: 978-1-937796-53-2
MSRP: 7.99
You Pay: 4.99

Print ISBN: 978-1-937796-43-3
MSRP: 15.99
You pay: 12.99

Cover art: Les Byerley

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John Henry Ames is a sixteen-year-old boy from a small New Jersey town. Humble, shy and studious, John lives as an outcast in the shadows of an elite high school where he is tormented by two psychopathic bullies. Just when he is on the verge of dropping out of school due to overdue payments, a teacher enrolls him as a tutor in a program where he meets the school’s star quarterback and hero, Nick Anthony Hawking.

Nick needs John’s help to pass and graduate high school. As John becomes closer to the jock, he develops a strong affection towards him even though Nick has a reputation for sleeping around with a lot of women. Nick becomes his friend and protector in school. Their growing friendship helps to bring out the best in each of them and as they grow closer, John begins to wonder…and hope…that maybe Nick’s studly activity is a front for something else. He hopes to get much closer to Nick.

When unspeakable tragedies threaten the school…and John’s life…John and Nick have a chance to discover what they really mean to each other. But high school is a hard place to be yourself. Will Nick and John follow their own hearts or return to the safety of their own shadows?
Surviving Elite High is a breathtaking saga that illustrates a flourishing same-sex love, family, and friendship.


Chapter One

My knees shook. I don’t really know why I was so nervous that morning. I had walked down these same corridors before, but this was my first time here as a junior. I stood looking down the main hallway as the world slowly passed me by, and feeling as if I was completely invisible to everyone. I hugged myself for comfort, then took my first step and froze again. With my heart pounding hard against my chest, a stupid knot developed inside my stomach. I hated the feeling of uncertainty and distress brought upon me by them. I glanced around, trying my best to spot Madison or Kitty, but I was completely alone among all the commotion happening around me. I lowered my head and continued with my excruciating journey toward class. Out of nowhere, two shadows blocked my way. I looked up and came face to face with my two tormentors, the reasons for my anxiety: Jacob Ashmore and Matthew Ward, better known as the basketball jocks.

“Hello, little guy,” Jacob drawled, leering down at me. He stood six inches taller than me and was strong as a bull. “Did you miss me?”

I stumbled backward, trying to put distance between us.

“Where are you going, bitch?” Matthew barked, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. He pulled me in and lifted me into the air, making my feet swing from side to side. “Talk to me, old friend.”

“I…I was—”

“Shut the fuck up, fag!”

“Let’s give him the welcoming,” Jacob suggested with a grin.

Oh, no, not the welcoming. Anything but the welcoming. I knew what they wanted to do. They were going to throw me inside the huge trash can behind the school and make me face the humiliation.

“Put him down!” shouted a familiar voice. We all turned to look. It was one of my best friends, Kitty Scott, and, boy, was I happy to see her pointing at them. Her red hair was visible from a mile away, and her black eyes seemed demonic. I thanked God that I was safe now. Matthew gazed at her with a smirk, knowing that Kitty would explode and make a big scene out of the way he treated me. He unwillingly let me go, and I fell flat on my ass. There was no time to waste. I ran to Kitty’s side before they changed their minds.

“See you soon, pussy,” Matthew added. He and Jacob turned around and walked away down another hallway. When they were out of sight, I turned to Kitty, who was all steamed up. Her freckles seemed to have spread to an angry red. A scowl soon developed on her face. “Why do you let those assholes treat you like that?”

“Geez, Kitty. They’re bigger and stronger than me, you know. Plus, they’re jocks.”

“I thought they’d stopped bullying you.” Kitty led me down the crowded hallway.

“So did I. Besides, two against one is an unfair fight, especially against me. Have you looked at me lately?”

Kitty stopped in front of her locker and opened the small compartment before glancing at me from head to toe. I wasn’t small. Five feet and seven inches was a reasonable height. I was too skinny, though. I didn’t have any muscles, and she wanted me to fight those two giants. Was Kitty insane?

“I know, but you’ve got to stand up to them. Madison and I can’t be with you every single second of the day. They bullied you around for two whole years, and it has to stop now, Johnny Boy!” Kitty slammed the door closed.

“I know,” I murmured as I spotted Madison behind her. “Hello, Madison!”

“Hello, my two best friends in the whole wide world,” Madison answered, standing beside us and showing off her vibrant smile. Madison Adams’ black hair complemented her porcelain skin and sultry dark eyes. The chick was hot, and she was one of my best friends as well. After scanning our worried faces, her smile disappeared. “What happened? I thought you’d be excited to see this slut?”

That was Madison, all right. She knew how to sum things up in one sentence.

“Jacob and Matthew,” mumbled Kitty, walking down the hallway.

Madison embraced me with one arm, and we immediately dashed after Kitty. While we tried to catch up with her, Madison turned to me. “Are they still bullying you?”


“Yes, they are!” Kitty had stopped walking and was waiting for us a few feet away. When we reached her side, she began walking next to me. As usual, I was in the middle of the two. “Those good-for-nothing jerks.”

“I thought they’d stopped bothering you, Johnny Boy.” Madison added.

“Yes, for the summer.”

“Consider yourself lucky. Who wouldn’t want to get roughed up by two hot jocks?”

“Me, for one, Madison,” I answered. We walked into English class, and I sat in the first chair of the first row. Kitty sat beside me, and Madison sat behind her. This was our usual seating arrangement for all our classes.

They turned to me, and Madison continued. “Don’t worry, just stick with one of us and you’ll be fine.”

“I know, but we still have gym, and I’ve got to change with them.”

“That’s hot! Take some pictures for me.”

Kitty rolled her eyes when she heard Madison’s request. “Sorry, kiddo, we can only do so much. You’ve got to stand up to them.”

“I’m dead meat! Why does this school have to stress sports so much? Four years of mandatory physical education is just crazy. Why in the world would they do that?”

“Blame the Children Against Obesity Association. No more sugar in this school, as if we need to lose weight. We’re perfect,” Madison answered.

“Yeah, soon they’ll start to sell sugar like crack,” Kitty added, high-fiving Madison.

The girls giggled their little hearts out. I missed them so much. All of a sudden, the door opened and a young man stepped inside. It was Nicholas Anthony Hawking, also known as Nick Wild Hawk, captain of the Elite Hawks. Girls had nicknamed him Nick Wild Fuck because of his promiscuous nature. He was six feet tall with light tan skin, short dirty blond hair, and crystal baby blue eyes. The guy was dreamy or walking sex. Well, that’s what Madison always said. Nick was the most popular jock in school, the school’s star quarterback, and athlete extraordinaire. He was as perfect as they came.

“I want to have his babies.” Madison stated while Nick walked to the back of the class to sit down with his friends.

“Why does he always have to walk in like that? As if he’s some type of god or something? He wasn’t like that a few years ago,” Kitty replied.

“He is a god. Look at him, Kit. The guy’s hot,” Madison answered her question.
“And a stupid jock,” I added irritably.

“I know that you hate jocks, but Nick is F-I-N-E! Look at the package between his legs. It looks like the perfect Christmas present to me.”

“I agree with John. He’s a jock and a huge dick.”

“Yeah, I bet he is,” Madison smirked. Kitty and I rolled our eyes to the back of our heads. Madison was something else. “Don’t get me wrong, Johnny Boy, all jocks are assholes, but this one is fine.”

“Why don’t you say that in front of his girlfriend then?”

“Are they still dating?” Kitty asked us.

“Yes, they are, that lucky bitch,” Madison replied.

Everyone knew that Allison and Nick were a couple. They were crazy for each other, or so it seemed. Allison was the head cheerleader and last year’s student body vice-president. Nick was, not surprisingly, last year’s president. Everyone knew they had won because of their tremendous popularity and extreme wealth. They disgusted me.

“People like Nick and Allison make me sick.”

“Us, too,” Kitty answered with Madison nodding to her statement.

I took a deep breath. I was being unfair to Nick and Allison just because of Matthew and Jacob. “I just hate that I’ve got to endure two more years of mandatory physical education.”

“Stand up to those stupid pricks, then,” Madison told me. “We don’t want them to bully you anymore.”

I agreed with her. I needed to do something, but what could I do? It was my word against the word of two rich kids. I was doomed. That moment, the door opened once more, and Mrs. Carter, our new English teacher, walked in with a huge smile from cheek to cheek on her face. She quickly introduced herself, putting an end to our conversation and my conflicting thoughts.

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Disponible en español: Eternamente Audaz por Jeff Erno

Eternamente Audaz23Eternamente Audaz
Autor: Jeff Erno
Serie: Eternamente Vampiro
Libro anterior: Eternamente Joven
Género: Romance gay, Juvenil, M/M, Romance paranormal, Vampiros
Extensión: Novela
eISBN: 978-1-937796-93-8
Índice de clasificación: 3 Llamas
Precio: 4.99 USD

Portada: Les Byerley

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La saga Eternamente Vampiro continúa…

A raíz de la indescriptible masacre, Robbie y Colt han escapado a las tierras salvajes de Alaska para hacer frente a su futuro inmortal. Las cosas no son tan seguras para sus enemigos jurados, Dylan e Issa, los soldados Matarianos juraron cazarles y matarlos.

Dylan está a punto de comenzar su primera cacería de vampiros y quiere que Issa sea su compañero, pero Issa está mucho más preocupado por encontrar a su hermano y rastrear al chico rubio que casi muere en el campo de batalla. Todo el elenco del primer libro se reúne en esta emocionante continuación de su historia, junto con una serie de nuevas caras —amigos y enemigos— cuyas vidas se entrelazan de alguna manera, y se cruzan en sus esfuerzos para luchar contra el mal y alcanzar su propia felicidad. Humanos, cambiaformas, caminantes diurnos y vampiros de sangre pura se enfrentan entre sí con la orientación de tres hermanas enigmáticas —una ménade, una nigromante, y una bruja humana la tercera—. Giros argumentales y sorpresas marcan los caminos de estos personajes diversos, siempre audaces en su afán por aferrarse a todo lo que aprecian.


Capítulo Uno

Se despertó gritando, como había hecho casi cada vez que intentaba dormir. Las vívidas imágenes se reproducían en su cabeza como un rollo de película. Implacables gráficas pesadillas, o más precisamente, flashbacks. La doctora dijo que sufría de estrés postraumático, pero ella no sabía ni la mitad.

Los medios locales habían cubierto la historia, etiquetándola como un extraño ataque de lobos en el que dieciocho campistas habían muerto y otras dos docenas resultaron heridos. Issa sabía la verdad. Todos la sabían, todos los testigos. Había habido un ataque de lobo, de acuerdo, pero esos no eran lobos ordinarios. Y a raíz de la confrontación, habían dejado una carnicería como nada que Issa pudiera haber imaginado. Había partes del cuerpo esparcidas por todas partes, de tal forma, que muchas de las víctimas no eran ni siquiera reconocibles.

Peor que estas imágenes horribles eran los recuerdos de Issa de los asesinatos de vampiros. Pensó que había estado preparado. Había aprendido todas las lecciones, había completado horas de prácticas de tiro al blanco, e incluso había visto vídeos gráficos. Claro, sabía que sería sangriento, y sabía que desgarrar el corazón de un vampiro de su pecho no era trabajo para aprensivos. Sin embargo, no había nada que pudiera haberlo preparado para verlo en vivo y en directo.

Si algo sabía con certeza, era el hecho de que él no estaba hecho para el trabajo. No tenía ningún deseo de ver otra vez lo que había presenciado esa noche, y definitivamente no era un asesino de vampiros.

La onda expansiva de conmoción se había trasmitido a través de la comunidad Matariana cuando el rumor de la tragedia se extendió rápidamente. Se había convocado una reunión de emergencia para evaluar las pérdidas y para discutir una adecuada respuesta. La devastación afectaba a todas las familias Matarianas, pero más significativamente a los que habían perdido a un ser querido joven.

Issa conocía a todas las víctimas. Habían sido sus compañeros de clase. Sus compañeros de clase de dieciséis años. El campamento de instrucción militar era un rito Matariano de iniciación, uno con el que cada niño Matariano estaba ilusionado. Esta coyuntura crucial proporcionaba la transición de las fantasías juveniles de asesinos de vampiros a la realidad del trabajo real de campo. La finalización de la formación militar culminaba con una ceremonia de graduación, seguida de las asignaciones de las primeras cacerías de los cadetes.

Pero no había habido ninguna ceremonia este año. En lugar de ello, toda la comunidad se reunió para un enorme servicio conmemorativo. Incluso los asesinatos de vampiros logrados con éxito, normalmente una causa de gran fiesta, no habían compensado las trágicas pérdidas.

—Es una guerra —dijo el padre de Issa con calma—, y la gente muere en las guerras.

—Niños, Ibrahim. No eran más que niños —señaló su madre.

Tristemente, Issa conocía a muchos en la comunidad que compartían los sentimientos de su padre. Más que hacerles vacilar e incitarles a contemplar los asesinatos sin sentido, la tragedia les había enfurecido y les hizo aún más sanguinarios. Hablar de venganza ya corría como la pólvora, y ahora un nuevo enemigo se había añadido a la lista. Los Matarianos no solo luchaban contra los vampiros, sino también con los hombres lobo.

Las muertes de los compañeros de hermandad de Issa pesaban sobre su corazón, sin embargo, él no anhelaba venganza. De hecho, no culpaba a los vampiros ni a los lobos. Sabía por qué habían venido. Se encontraban en una misión de rescate, estaban allí para liberar a los prisioneros que los Matarianos estaban cruelmente torturando. Cuando fueron asaltados por un ejército de cadetes listos para la batalla, ellos respondieron, y se perdieron muchas vidas.

Y la tragedia había acontecido en ambos sentidos. Al menos cuatro desde el otro lado habían sido heridos de muerte, un lobo, dos vampiros, y un humano. Issa había oído los jubilosos aplausos de sus compañeros guerreros Matarianos cuando los dos vampiros fueron eliminados, y el recuerdo le ponía enfermo. Brendan y Richard eran pareja, y se habían amado mucho. Habían permanecido juntos durante años —por lo menos décadas, si no siglos—.

Para Issa, su relación no parecía tan diferente a lo que él compartía con Dylan. De acuerdo con las enseñanzas Matarianas, los vampiros eran monstruos chupasangres, ni siquiera humanos, y la mayoría de las personas no pensaban que fueran en realidad ni siquiera capaces de amar. Impulsados únicamente por su hambre, las relaciones personales les eran secundarias. En la mayoría de los casos, eran criaturas solitarias que existían solo con el propósito de alimentarse. Máquinas de matar, y nada más.

Pero Issa descubrió lo contrario. Lo sabía por su conversación con Brendan, porque había visto cómo Richard había reaccionado cuando se reunió con su amante. Y había sido testigo de una conexión similar entre el vampiro de aspecto juvenil y el humano —el pequeño chico rubio—. Jesús, no parecía mayor que los cadetes. ¿Era Robbie?

El vampiro estaba enamorado del chico. Issa solo podía especular sobre lo que había sido de ellos. Tal vez habían llegado a un lugar seguro al final, pero si fuera así, eso implicaría que Robbie había sido convertido. Seguramente no habría sobrevivido a una flecha atravesada en el corazón.

Issa no quería saberlo. No podía soportar la posibilidad de que el chico, obviamente enamorado, se hubiera sacrificado por su amante. E incluso si de alguna manera se había salvado, no quería pensar en lo que eso significaría. Serían objetivos. Blancos fáciles. El ejército Matariano ya estaba planeando una guerra total, un ataque masivo y tajante como represalia. Estaban decididos a erradicar a todos los vampiros del mundo entero, de una vez por todas.

Pero los ancianos ni siquiera sabían toda la historia. Solo Dylan e Issa eran conscientes de todo lo que había sucedido esa noche. Eran los únicos Matarianos en ser testigos de la presencia de Raoul y Shadi.

—No puedes contarlo —había declarado Issa—. Si se enteran, les buscarán y matarán a mi hermano.

—Issa, él ya no es tu hermano. —Dylan trató de razonar con él—. Es un vampiro de sangre pura. Ni siquiera es humano, y no tiene ninguna lealtad a ti o a tu familia.

—¿Y si fuera tu hermano?

Dylan dio un paso atrás, y luego asintió lentamente. Issa sabía la intimidad que compartía Dylan con su hermano Taylor. Nunca le daría la espalda a su propia carne y sangre, sin importar las circunstancias. Por último, suspiró. —Está bien, no lo contaré. Pero esto tiene que terminar aquí. Desde este punto en adelante, Shadi ya no existe. Por lo que a nosotros respecta, se ha ido para siempre.

Issa estuvo de acuerdo, pero no verbalizó una respuesta. Nunca podría hacer tal promesa, ni siquiera a Dylan. Shadi era su hermano, e Issa no podía fingir que estaba muerto. Aunque tal vez no fuera posible de inmediato, un día encontraría a su hermano y tendrían su encuentro. Mientras tanto, tenía que hallar una manera de perdonarse a sí mismo por todo lo que había sucedido. De alguna manera tenía que hacer que las pesadillas se detuvieran para poder seguir con su vida, y para poder concentrarse en su futuro con Dylan.

Mientras yacía solo en su cuarto a oscuras, pensó en estas cosas y se quedó mirando fijamente al techo. —Te encontraré de nuevo, Shadi —susurró.

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Disponible en español: El Camino por A.J. Llewellyn

ElCamino23El Camino
Autor: AJ Llewellyn
Género: M/M, paranormal, demonios, ángeles
Extensión: Novela
eISBN13: 978-1-937796-82-2
MSRP: 5.99
Precio: 2.99

Portada: Les Byerley
Traducción: Traductores Anónimos

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Un seminarista de California conoce al hombre de sus sueños durante un recorrido a pie en España. Antonio no tiene ni la menor idea… de que el apuesto Jeb es un demonio tormenta.

Cada año, miles de personas hacen un viaje espiritual llamado El Camino, una antigua travesía por Europa, cruzando Francia, Portugal y España. Cuando Antonio se embarca en El Camino, está a un paso de convertirse en diácono de transición, la fase final antes de ser sacerdote, pero siente que su nuevo deseo por otros hombres viola su vocación elegida. Incluso mientras se cuestiona su capacidad para entrar en la vida religiosa, sus sueños son perseguidos por un misterioso y guapo extraño que despierta sus pasiones. En el viaje conoce a un compañero peregrino, Jeb, quien está cuestionando su propia vida y busca respuestas. Jeb se parece al hombre de sus sueños…

No tiene ni la menor idea de las opciones que necesita para hacer que su corazón se encuentre en apuros… más de lo que jamás podría haber imaginado. ¿Cómo puede él, un hombre devoto de la obra de Dios, posiblemente amar a un hombre que ha vendido su alma al diablo?

Nota del Editor: Este libro ha sido publicado previamente, reeditado y reimpreso con Ai Press.


Antonio se arrodilló en el suelo a unos metros de distancia del hombre desnudo que se reclinaba en su silla de madera forrada de cuero, observándolo. El hombre se tocaba el pene con una mano lánguida. Sonrió, haciendo señas a Antonio, que estaba hipnotizado por los largos y afilados dedos del magnífico hombre, los blancos y parejos dientes y el pelo largo y suelto.

El deseo parecía llamear en los ojos del hombre, sus gestos de repente eran impacientes. Antonio sabía que sí, quería que le chupara. Había velas encendidas a su alrededor, el único sonido que Antonio podía oír eran sus respiraciones cada vez más cortas y agudas.

Antonio contuvo el aliento. Le encantaba el sonido de la pasión creciente del hombre.

—¿Quieres que te vende los ojos? —preguntó el hombre cuando Antonio se arrastró hacia él. Era difícil con las manos atadas detrás, pero lo único que le importaba era tener su boca alrededor del miembro que se balanceaba delante de él.

—No. Quiero mirarte.

El hombre sacudió su brillante pelo castaño, sus ojos se oscurecieron con lujuria mientras miraba a Antonio. Recorrió las últimas pulgadas restantes del suelo, ganándose una sonrisa del hombre que permanecía en la silla.

A solo una pulgada de distancia ahora, Antonio mantenía la boca abierta. Estaba lo suficientemente cerca como para empaparse de los detalles más nimios del pelo en el pecho del fantástico hombre. Este se deslizó un poco hacia adelante en su enorme y regia silla, ansioso por el contacto de la boca en su polla.

Antonio había pensado que podría querer estar con los ojos vendados, al ser tan tímido sobre la desnudez y con otro hombre, pero se sorprendió de encontrar que estar atado era suficiente. Quería poder ver la reacción del hombre mientras lo chupaba. Se lamió los labios. Se moría de ganas.

Llegó al borde del asiento, el olor del cuero y de piel cálida y varonil pasó directamente a Antonio y hacia su pene.

El hombre frente a él gimió, se mordió el labio, con su dura polla sobresaliendo hacia adelante hasta que tocó la ahora húmeda boca de Antonio. Permitió que su pene se deslizara a través de los gruesos y exuberantes labios. Se miraron profundamente a los ojos.

—Abre —susurró el hombre y Antonio hizo lo que se le ordenó, sorbiendo la polla más grande que había visto en su vida. Levantándose un poco más sobre sus rodillas, se esforzó duramente para aspirar tanta polla como pudo dentro de su boca. Parpadeó. Pensó que podría ahogarse, pero el hombre le susurró palabras de lujuria, dulces palabras de aliento.


Antonio pudo saborear el almíbar agridulce del pene del otro hombre. Era consciente del endurecimiento del suyo propio. Era una deliciosa tortura no poder tocarlo. No es que necesitara hacerlo. Siempre se corría, sobre todo cuando el hombre alejaba su polla de la boca Antonio y rogaba que le lamiera el culo. Nunca fallaba. Antonio cerraba los ojos, su boca descendía hacia el lugar especial y privado del otro hombre y…


Se corrió.

Antonio abrió los ojos. Una ola de tristeza se apoderó de él, incluso cuando experimentó el alivio salvaje de la masturbación. El miedo lo consumió momentáneamente mientras absorbía el desconocido entorno. ¿Dónde estaba? Oh, sí, en Monte Calvario, el monasterio benedictino y casa de retiro espiritual de Saint Mary.

Se aferró a su ablandado eje para prolongar la sensación de euforia, con cuidado de no rozar la sensible cabeza. Se recordó respirar, y luego sonrió. Guau. La fantasía del hombre en la silla siempre encendía sus pasiones. Tenía ganas de profundizar en el placer del amante sin nombre, sin rostro, pero nunca podía llegar tan lejos. La recién descubierta dicha de la autogratificación había venido con innumerables emociones. Estar atado a su fantasía, absolvía a Antonio de la responsabilidad por sus acciones, al menos en su mente. También encontró que esto alimentaba su excitación más y más.

Pensamientos y comportamientos completamente inapropiados para un hombre destinado al sacerdocio, Antonio se daba cuenta. Se había negado a sí mismo durante mucho tiempo, pero a la edad de veinticuatro años, había llegado como una sacudida, y una bendición. Soltó su polla y se dio la vuelta en la pequeña cama.

Su habitación era grande y en su mayoría contenía elementos funcionales pero confortables y sin embargo, todavía parecían mucho más lujosos que sus aposentos habituales en el Seminario de Saint John en Camarillo. El jarrón de gruesas ramas de romero entrelazadas con rosas lavanda que había en su escritorio ofrecía a la habitación un olor celestial, así como un toque de calidez.

Antonio estaba tumbado con el brazo bajo la cabeza, escuchando los sonidos del desconocido monasterio. Todo estaba en calma y tranquilo, como se suponía que fuera. Inquieto, balanceaba los pies sobre el borde de la cama y miró por la ventana de sus aposentos privados.

Se preguntó si alguien alguna vez había roto el voto de silencio de Monte Calvario. Eran casi las ocho de la tarde. Pronto sería la puesta del sol y el Gran Silencio oficial descendería sobre la propiedad como un pesado manto hasta la mañana siguiente. Ya le irritaba. ¡Silencio! Todo lo que siempre obtenía era silencio. Y austeridad. ¿Por qué Monseñor Loftus había sugerido un año sabático aquí cuando Antonio deseaba hablar y hablar y, en buena medida, hablar?

Miró fijamente los exuberantes terrenos con sus árboles poco comunes, los jardines bellamente cuidados y las magníficas montañas de Santa Bárbara que los rodeaban. Podía oír las olas del mar rompiendo al pie de los acantilados. Sí, era impresionante. Esto debería ser un breve respiro antes de volver al seminario de St. John, pero había sabido al instante en que había llegado aquí, que esta vida no era para él. El viejo Monseñor había sido inteligente en dirigirle a Monte Calvario. La vida de un sacerdote significaría mucho silencio. Una gran cantidad de contemplación.

Ya había dicho a Monseñor en una conversación telefónica por la mañana que necesitaba más tiempo. Monseñor había estado de acuerdo, sugiriendo que se tomara un mes de descanso. Incluso había lanzado al aire la idea de El Camino.

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