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Sunday, May 19, 2013
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"Electric! Full of ancient folk lore as well as werewolves & even dragons!"
Five Stars
Other nasty beasts you'll find between the pages:
The Hag of the Mist, a horrific-looking woman who screeches out a high-pitched warning when death is near.
Werewolves: Not shape-shifters, but down and dirty wolves who'd love nothing better than to rip someone's throat off. Don't desecrate their graves or they'll hunt you down until Hell consumes you.
The Fae: They can be and good and bad, but all are up to their eyeballs in mischief, tricks and magic.
Tommy Knockers - Grotesque little people who spend eternity in the mines. Some say if you get to close to their habitat, you can hear them banging against the walls of caverns and caves.
Here's a scene from The Sin Eater's Prince. The vampires have arrived in the village of Abergwan and it's going to get ugly:Mimicking their mother's outcries of panic, children wailed, and men looked over their shoulders searching for the bloodthirsty enemy. Owen tore his gaze from Andras and looked down at Carys, touched by the tears sliding down her cheeks.
In the breath of a heartbeat the air grew thick with the shriek of banshees. What sounded like a thunderous flapping of wings overhead pierced the panicked voices of the crowd. Demonic guardians dipped, soared and hovered above them, their spines arched against a cloud-filled sky. Led by Dagan, the vampires descended, their arms open in graceful flight.
Cloaked in a pale mist of vapors, the vampire’s crimson eyes blazed fire and their lethal white fangs dripped spittle. An odious stench drifted toward the gallows—a pungent mixture of ashes, the earth and death.
Owen assessed the scene. Please, not Carys, don't take her.
Dagan stood in the center of the paralyzed onlookers, his cape shimmering in a vibrant shade of blood red. Stunned into silence, villagers stared with their mouths agape, their eyes masked in terror.
Things happened so quickly, Owen couldn't remember their order. Dagan sliced through the throat of an innocent bystander with one swift slash of his hand. His companions rushed through the crowd, their dark clothing a wild haze of speed. So many were cut down while frozen in time; their legs anchored to the ground, the whites of their eyes the only part visible. Screams shook the stars, blood arced and streamed, and body parts soared through the air, heads, arms and legs. With vomit rising in his throat, Owen scanned the crowd for Carys and finally saw her brightly-colored shawl.
He jumped from the platform and shouted through the bedlam. "Run, Carys, run!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Andras draw the sword and advance on a white-haired ghoul of ethereal beauty. Moving with speed and agility and striking faster than a viper, Andras cleaved an arm from the man's body. The demon reeled back with an anguished scream and pulled a claymore from the scabbard at his shoulder with his able hand.
The Prince's sword came up high, whirred through the air and keened its death knell. Sinking into the vampire's shoulder, the blade wobbled for a timeless moment before Andras pulled it free. The insufferable one fell back, but quickly parried with a deadly thrust toward Andras's heart. His dark eyes cold and lethal, Andras deflected the charge effortlessly.
On and on it went, the long tooth striking, Andras parrying. Metal clanked and echoed across the bloody battlefield. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed in perfect sync with the warring steel. Time and again the blades met and clashed and Owen couldn't tear his eyes from the gruesome battle.
Until Owen heard Carys scream.
He looked in the direction of her voice and his knees knocked. Circling her, Dagan frothed at the mouth, his hands moving in slow motion to encase her throat. Run, Owen, ye dolt, get to her before he kills her.
Without conscious thought, Owen lunged through the air and executed a perfect landing on the vampire's back. He pummeled his fists into the hard muscle to no avail. Dagan flung him to the ground as if he weighed no more than a feather and resumed his advance on Carys.
Owen scrambled to his feet and stepped between them, his arms out at his sides, his voice cold. "Ye will have to kill me first to get to her."
"Sweet Mother of Jesus," Carys rasped behind him. "The hounds of Hell have arrived."
Crimson eyes flared. "I admit I’m baffled. I thought Andras was more your type.” He cast an appreciative gaze on Carys. "Very well, your life for hers although I must say, she looks delectable."Owen took a defensive stance and waited for the vampire to attack. Under his breath, he whispered, "Run, Carys. I saw Bellamy near the brick house."
Dagan's sinister laughter pierced the vapors shrouding him. "Oh be at ease; I'm not going to kill ye, handsome lad. I'm going to abduct ye."
Physician Andras Maddock will never shun the sin eater Owen.
How do you ignore someone you love? Owen is stunned when Andras saves him from
a gruesome death at the hands of vampire. How did the ordinary man kill a
vampire who possesses supernatural powers?
Dagan, Dark Lord of the Underworld, vows to take the sword
from Andras, the one weapon that allows the vampires to tolerate sunlight.
There’s also the matter of his father’s death, and Andras will pay.
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The Devil’s Heel
A Homoerotic Pirate Novella
WARNING: Explicit language & man love
Five years ago Drew Hibbard dismissed Rogan Brockport from his life. Now, they meet again at the Governor’s Ball and Rogan will know the reason for the abrupt, unexplained cut. After Rogan saves Drew’s life during a pirate raid, he kidnaps him and the perfect opportunity to extract answers from Drew is finally at hand.
EXCERPT:
* * *
Even Rogan wouldn’t cause a scene in the crowded room, and Drew would love the opportunity to put the guttersnipe in his place once and for all. He braced for the unpleasant encounter mere moments away.
Rogan offered his hand with a smirk, his intent, no doubt, to remind him of what his virile masculinity had always done to him. “Ah, Drew, widowhood becomes you. I’ve never seen you look better.”
The stinging retort died somewhere in his throat. He saw only the beautiful physicality of the man and Rogan had only shaken his hand.
Rogan locked eyes with his. “Rather neglectful of Fallon to leave you to the she-cats, wouldn’t you say?”
Finding his tongue, Drew lifted his chin. “There’s only one beast in my line of vision, Rogan, and I can’t imagine whatever would possess the cunning creature to sniff me out.”
“Touché,” he whispered in that sensual voice that made Drew shiver with need.
He turned his head and scanned the crowd. “Whatever you want, be quick about it.”
“I want you, Drew, and I don’t intend to be quick about it.”
Even as Drew turned to look at him again, hot blood rushed through his veins. “We have nothing to discuss, so be about your business and leave.”
“Oh, come now.” Rogan smiled. “For old times’ sake, have a drink with me.”
He’d forgotten how that sinfully gorgeous mouth could turn him to pulp. “I have no intention of drinking with you, Brockport.” He allowed his words to linger. “Ever again.”
Rogan leaned in, his low words a whisper of warning. “I’m certain you don’t relish a scene the very first night of your reemergence into society.”
He stood so close, his distinct scent of sandalwood and pure man wafted around Drew, causing the muscles in his lower belly to throb and his cock to stiffen. Without conscious thought, his gaze ran the length of Rogan’s powerful body and settled on the expanding bulge in his breeches.
Christ, help him; he had to get away from the man. “How-how did you know this was my first night out?”
“I make it my business to know everything about you, Drew.” Rogan smiled. “And you’re staring.”
Drew brought his head up. “You really are a black-hearted son of a bitch.”
“You can tell me all about it over that drink. This way,” Rogan said with a flourish of his arm.
Their low-pitched conversation had caught the attention of several onlookers. Drew smiled, nodded, and followed Rogan through the ballroom. Several tense moments later, they arrived at a balcony where Rogan ushered him into a secluded alcove. Drew's heartbeat raced and his knees grew weak.
Rogan raised his glass, his gaze hot and searing. “I offer my belated condolences on your wife’s death.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “As if you mean it.”
Rogan set his drink on a nearby ledge. “I didn’t wish for Claudia’s death but it certainly makes everything much easier.”
“Easier?” Had the man lost his mind? “What are you about now, Brockport?”
“I plan to call on you in the coming days.” He took a step forward. “And Fallon won’t put me off this time. I’m older, wiser and entirely more confident now.”
“You’re mad is what you are.” He took a step back. “I won’t receive you; I have no desire to speak to you now or ever.”
“It no longer matters what you desire, unless it’s me again.” Rogan stalked closer. “I will call on you and you will receive me or. . . .”
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A Homoerotic Pirate Novella
WARNING: Explicit language & man love
Five years ago Drew Hibbard dismissed Rogan Brockport from his life. Now, they meet again at the Governor’s Ball and Rogan will know the reason for the abrupt, unexplained cut. After Rogan saves Drew’s life during a pirate raid, he kidnaps him and the perfect opportunity to extract answers from Drew is finally at hand.
EXCERPT:* * *
Even Rogan wouldn’t cause a scene in the crowded room, and Drew would love the opportunity to put the guttersnipe in his place once and for all. He braced for the unpleasant encounter mere moments away.
Rogan offered his hand with a smirk, his intent, no doubt, to remind him of what his virile masculinity had always done to him. “Ah, Drew, widowhood becomes you. I’ve never seen you look better.”
The stinging retort died somewhere in his throat. He saw only the beautiful physicality of the man and Rogan had only shaken his hand.
Rogan locked eyes with his. “Rather neglectful of Fallon to leave you to the she-cats, wouldn’t you say?”
Finding his tongue, Drew lifted his chin. “There’s only one beast in my line of vision, Rogan, and I can’t imagine whatever would possess the cunning creature to sniff me out.”
“Touché,” he whispered in that sensual voice that made Drew shiver with need.
He turned his head and scanned the crowd. “Whatever you want, be quick about it.”
“I want you, Drew, and I don’t intend to be quick about it.”
Even as Drew turned to look at him again, hot blood rushed through his veins. “We have nothing to discuss, so be about your business and leave.”
“Oh, come now.” Rogan smiled. “For old times’ sake, have a drink with me.”
He’d forgotten how that sinfully gorgeous mouth could turn him to pulp. “I have no intention of drinking with you, Brockport.” He allowed his words to linger. “Ever again.”
Rogan leaned in, his low words a whisper of warning. “I’m certain you don’t relish a scene the very first night of your reemergence into society.”
He stood so close, his distinct scent of sandalwood and pure man wafted around Drew, causing the muscles in his lower belly to throb and his cock to stiffen. Without conscious thought, his gaze ran the length of Rogan’s powerful body and settled on the expanding bulge in his breeches.
Christ, help him; he had to get away from the man. “How-how did you know this was my first night out?”
“I make it my business to know everything about you, Drew.” Rogan smiled. “And you’re staring.”
Drew brought his head up. “You really are a black-hearted son of a bitch.”
“You can tell me all about it over that drink. This way,” Rogan said with a flourish of his arm.
Their low-pitched conversation had caught the attention of several onlookers. Drew smiled, nodded, and followed Rogan through the ballroom. Several tense moments later, they arrived at a balcony where Rogan ushered him into a secluded alcove. Drew's heartbeat raced and his knees grew weak.
Rogan raised his glass, his gaze hot and searing. “I offer my belated condolences on your wife’s death.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “As if you mean it.”
Rogan set his drink on a nearby ledge. “I didn’t wish for Claudia’s death but it certainly makes everything much easier.”
“Easier?” Had the man lost his mind? “What are you about now, Brockport?”
“I plan to call on you in the coming days.” He took a step forward. “And Fallon won’t put me off this time. I’m older, wiser and entirely more confident now.”
“You’re mad is what you are.” He took a step back. “I won’t receive you; I have no desire to speak to you now or ever.”
“It no longer matters what you desire, unless it’s me again.” Rogan stalked closer. “I will call on you and you will receive me or. . . .”
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Sunday, April 7, 2013
Two Stories For The Price of One!
BLOOD OATH and HOT & STICKY
About Blood Oath:
When Kale
MacDonald’s beloved grandmother dies, she leaves a letter urging him to travel
to Savannah. There he’ll find his destiny. Kale is confronted by a strange,
decadent man who’s been stalking him. He’s also confronted by rogue vampires
intent on killing him. Mystery and danger collide in the City of Secrets and no
one is who they appear to be.
About Hot and Sticky
It's been extremely difficult for
Hugh Landon, an up-and-coming lawyer in Washington, to control his sexual fantasies about his
paralegal, Milan Vassar. When his career hangs in the balance over a missing
file, Hugh must call Milan at midnight and plead for assistance. Hugh's
determination to not mix business with pleasure implodes when Milan arrives, not
only to help him but to confess he has the same secret desires for his boss.
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Saturday, March 30, 2013
"I don't know where to start with a review of the Crossroads series by Keta Diablo. How do I tell people this is one of the best series I have ever read without sounding like a total fan girl? Well, I guess I don’t because I am a total fan of Ms. Diablo and her works." Five Stars!
What can I say after a great review like that? I guess I can only tell you a little about each novella in the SERIES and hope you'll take a look.
I warn you, the books are GRAPHIC with hot, explicit man love. In the first book, you won't like Frank (a very rough-around-the-edges ex-cop). He's in-your-face caustic and has a few sexual fetishes to work through. There is a scene that borders on rape (although Rand goes back for more) so I want you to be aware of this before you purchase. Okay, now onto a few blurbs:
Crossroads, Book 1
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Crossroads Revisited, Book 2
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What can I say after a great review like that? I guess I can only tell you a little about each novella in the SERIES and hope you'll take a look.
I warn you, the books are GRAPHIC with hot, explicit man love. In the first book, you won't like Frank (a very rough-around-the-edges ex-cop). He's in-your-face caustic and has a few sexual fetishes to work through. There is a scene that borders on rape (although Rand goes back for more) so I want you to be aware of this before you purchase. Okay, now onto a few blurbs:
SUSPENSE
MYSTERY
THRILLER
PARANORMAL
GAY FICTION
Crossroads, Book 1
Private investigator and ex-cop Frank McGuire is on a quest
to find his dead partner's missing son. Rand Brennan has an identity issue,
exacerbated since the death of his father. Hoping to find himself, Rand drops
out of college, takes to the streets, and doesn't realize he's embroiled in
duplicity and murder. Frank is stymied by the rampant serial killings. He
channels one of the dead victims to help him unmask the killer.
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Crossroads Revisited, Book 2
PI Frank McGuire is beginning to think Baltimore is a
melting pot for serial killers. Another maniac is stalking the streets but this
time the killer is after gay college students. Intent on protecting his lover
Rand, Frank sends him away when en enemy from his past shows up. A distraction
Frank can’t afford now that the serial killer’s next victim is Rand.
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Crossroads Showdown, Book 3
Tough PI Frank McGuire agrees to help the FBI locate three
abducted children from a small town in West Virginia. When Frank channels his
inner spirit for assistance, he mistakenly calls forth a ghost. As Frank races
against time to locate the missing girls, he receives help from an unlikely
source - GHOST GIRL. To complicate matters, Rand issues an ultimatum to
Frank—commit to their relationship or risk losing him when he returns from
hunting ghosts.
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Crossroads Shadowland, Book 4
Frank’s newest case takes him to the heart of New Orleans.
This should be the perfect time to introduce Rand to the world of private
investigating but the case is riddled with trouble. A century-old ghost kidnaps
two young boys, and gay-haters stalk the streets of the city. Frank must enter
another realm to rescue the young boys and venture into the seedy bowels of New
Orleans to save the man who holds his heart.
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Special Content
GHOSTS! Frank has the ability to channel the dead and he does in this series. In Crossroads Showdown, Ghost-Girl helps him solve a crime, and in Crossroads Shadowland, a centuries' old dead soldier assists him.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
The Sin Eater's Prince
Homoerotic Vampire Novel
Chapter Read
Ynghanol ein bywyd, yr ydym yn angau
“In the midst of life we are in death”
WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE & MAN SEX
Chapter Three
Owen awoke from dreams of gilded swords, blood-drenched fangs and a commotion at the bedchamber door. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up in bed and lit the nearby lantern by the light of a silvery moon."A missive arrived moments ago." If not for Andras's familiar voice, Owen would have sworn a black-clad phantom crossed the room to hand him the parchment.
He seized the Roman god's gaze for a long, palpable moment before holding the paper against the flickering lamplight:
Come at once. The dead cakes have been prepared. Reese Davies.
Davies's ailing wife had either succumbed or hung on the precipice of death. He grimaced with bitterness. Again he'd don the heavy shroud of a pariah, an outcast in the village, like his father and grandfather—sin eaters one and all. He'd eat the bread, drink the ale, and offer a short prayer at Mistress Davies's deathbed. And like countless times before, he'd consume the sins of the deceased.Andras stepped from the room while Owen rose from bed and dressed, and thank Duw for it. His feelings for the man had escalated tenfold since arriving at the manor two days ago. The thought of returning to his solitary existence, deprived of gazing upon the visage of his every fantasy, tore at his heart.
In the hallway, Andras handed him a hooded cloak. "''Tis a chilly night; ye will need this."
"I can find Davies's abode on my own."
Andras looked at him askance. "'Tis my duty to pronounce her dead."
"Very well," he said and didn't feel very well at all. Every minute in the man's presence was more tortuous than the last.
The moon shone full over Abergwaun, lighting the star-strewn path to Davies's opulent country estate. Andras lifted the brass knocker on the massive door and rapped three times.
Footsteps reached them from the other side and then the hinges groaned. "Follow me." The servant nodded toward the inlaid marble hallway.
They followed the man's harried steps down a darkened corridor, Owen keenly aware of the distance the stiff spined valet maintained from the sin eater. Only when death called did the villagers seek him out. Once his duties were concluded, great pains were employed to wipe out all traces of his visit, including burning the mazar bowl his unholy lips had touched.
The stale air in the bedchamber loomed heavy, and there lay Mistress Davies, her long peppered hair fanned out on the crisp, white pillow. Perched in a chair near the bed, her husband alternated between weeping into a linen handkerchief and clasping his wife's bloodless hand.
Tommy Knocker
He watched Andras skirt the bed to stand beside the grieving husband. Leaning over her prone body, the physician checked her pulse before casting Reese a somber gaze. "'Tis time.""Boy," Reese growled, rising to fetch a tray on the night bureau. "Earn your sixpence." Davies placed a tray upon his wife's abdomen—crusts of bread bearing the woman's name and a bowl of ale. "Nesta's greatest fear was to be relegated to the halls of oblivion. I bid ye take up her sins."
The room fell silent and Owen looked across the bed into the gun-metal depths of Andras's eyes. He'd never tire of the sharp angles and shadowy planes of the man's face. He closed his eyes against the lurid images—the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful legs. Another vision appeared behind his closed eyelids, Andras's heavy sacks and thick sex beneath the snug leather breeches.
Duw forgive me.
It wasn't unusual to hear his father's voice while performing the duties of the sin eater, as he heard it now. 'Andras is under the influence of a gruesome phantom. Be wary, son.'
Vampire or no, Owen had been no less enchanted with the man after hearing the somber words. He'd never seen such a magnificent being, man or woman. The midnight hair enthralled him. The strong, aquiline nose and sculpted features drew him into a tangled labyrinth of cravings he longed to satisfy.
Andras's voice sliced through the deep cavities of his mind. "Owen, there's little time." He stepped up to the bed and lifted a slice of bread from the tray. It was then Mistress Davies's soul escaped through her mouth and drifted toward the open window. Watching the stream of diaphanous, gray smoke, he marveled that he alone bore witness to her essence departing the mortal world. He said a silent prayer the kind, elderly woman would soon meet Duw.
Blowing his nose into the well-worn hankie, the grief-stricken husband interrupted Owen's brief reverie. Clasping the bowl of ale in his hand, Owen downed the liquid and stuffed the bread into his mouth and chewed. Closing his eyes, the archaic words tumbled from his lips. "I consume your earthly transgressions, Mistress Davies, and render your sinless soul free. For your peace, I pledge my own soul. Amen."
With a sob, Davies placed a sixpence into Owen's hand and offered a firm nod. His obligation as a sin eater complete, he pulled the hood of his cloak over his long hair, turned, and headed toward the bedchamber door. He'd return home now and do his best to find joy amid his lonely existence.
Like before, the servant kept his distance while ushering him to the front entry, the sound of their soft footsteps broken by a familiar voice. "Owen, a word with ye before ye journey home."
He turned and gazed into the silver eyes. "'Tis late and the forest is a dangerous place at night."
"Aye, the elders say in the dark of night the woods turn into a realm of the otherworld." He looked away from the beautiful face with a sardonic chuckle. "The elders also have sore elbows from lifting heavy tankards of ale."
Werewolves
Dismissing his humor with a frown, Andras said, "Perhaps ye should sleep in the stables until morn."
The man stood so close, and yet remained untouchable. "Thank ye, sir, but I know the forest well."
"'Tisn't safe, I tell ye; trust me."
Andras looked at him strangely as decadent images surfaced. On the cot in his one-room shanty, Andras had mounted him from behind in the same manner the beasts of the woodlands copulated. Did the man hold the power to see what played out in his mind? He had to be gone from this place, couldn't stay in Andras's stable tonight, not after the man had bewitched him so.
His father’s voice. 'Steer clear of the long tooth, son. Be wary.'
And what if his father's words were true? If Andras was indeed a vampire, did it change his feelings for the man? He wanted him, thirsted for Andras to touch him, stroke his cock, suck his nipples and, yes, thrust deep inside him. Insanity warred with logic, but in the end, sane reason deserted him. He hungered for Andras, long tooth or no.
Owen unclenched his jaw and drew a deep breath. "Thank ye for your concern, but it goes without saying sin eaters aren't welcome in the village. I'll return to my abode and save ye further duress."
"Very well." Andras's clipped words drew the valet's gaze. "I bid ye a safe journey." With that, Owen turned from the mesmerizing eyes and walked from Davies's estate.
* * *
Moonlight slanted through the pine trees, and in the stillness of the forest, the ocean roared in the distance. Occasionally, Owen stumbled on a rock, quickly regained his footing and followed the silver ribbons down the narrow path."The forest holds danger and mystery," his tad always said.
From the inflection in Andras's voice tonight, apparently he felt the same. The man had subtly tried to warn him without alarming the servant. And he'd tried to tell Andras he couldn't spend another night under his roof hungering for his touch.
A fluttering of giant wings to his left brought forth a shocked gasp, and another stumble. He fell to his knees as the moon ducked behind a patch of clouds and pitched his world into darkness. Through the black mystery of the forest, he narrowed his eyes and searched for the airborne creature. When the skin at the nape of his neck prickled, he wished he'd taken Andras's advice and stayed in the stables. The scent of horse dung would have been preferable to the fear anchoring him to the forest floor.
His tad's voice echoed in his ears. 'A vampire cannot enter a private dwelling unless the occupant grants him permission. Most long tooth attacks occur outside the abode in isolated areas at night.'
Get up, Owen, ye dolt! Run! Ye have got to make it home!
Clambering to his knees, he stilled when a brilliant flash exploded in the clearing ahead. Beneath a canopy of evergreens, a beast appeared in his line of vision. Nay, it was not a predator of the forest but an upright human form. Shrouded in billowing black, his white skin shone like a beacon under the inky sky. Terror seized him as the phantom advanced at a foot-dragging pace, the undercurrents of death heavy in the morbid air. The ghoul’s eyes crazed with blood lust, his long white fangs descending, he circled him.
Owen's throat constricted with fear, yet the specter's ageless features and hypnotic eyes immobilized him. Time ceased to exist and his immortality rushed forward. Death clung to his pores; he felt it surround him like a black shroud.
Lladd amser. His father's words for Killing Time lashed about him like a hard rain. He knew someone would die again soon, but never suspected the someone would be him.
In the breath of a heartbeat, a new shape burst onto the scene, exploding through the bracken with lightning speed. Without pause, the newcomer lunged, the flash of his sword powerful and true. Metal met metal in a timeless dance of deflect and parry, only to meet time and again beneath the shadowy moon.
A peal of laughter bounced off the trees. "Well done, Andras. Someone has taught ye well."
His name fell from Owen's lips on a whisper. "Andras?"
The scene played out before him like an act from a Shakespearean play...except the characters obviously knew one another.
Andras gave no answer to his enemy's false compliment, but rather countered with a vicious upward slice toward his groin. The being lunged with a heavy thrust and sliced open Andras's shoulder. Owen focused on the torn fabric of his jerkin, waited for a stream of blood to arc through the vaporous air, and groaned when it failed to appear.
Vampire against vampire, their bodies whirled and twisted in a maelstrom of flesh and bone. They thrashed and tumbled on the ground only to continue the fight moments later in the branches of a massive oak.
Hag of the Mist
Paralyzed, Owen watched with his heart in his throat.Long fangs gnashed and an anonymous bloodcurdling scream rent the air. Still it didn't end. Blades clanked beneath moonbeams and then Andras pirouetted with the agility of a jungle cat. Time ceased to exist as he brought the claymore up high above his head. On the downswing, the mighty blade keened its death knell and severed the long tooth's head from his neck. The demon's limp body tumbled from the branch and landed three feet from Owen. Gray smoke rolled from the creature's open cavity, his body recoiling like a giant serpent's tail in the last throes of death.Owen clutched his abdomen and retched. Long seconds later and fighting off waves of dizziness, he lifted his head and stared into the ghost-white face of Andras Maddock. Bent at the waist, the physician gasped for precious air, yet kept his keen sight on the periphery of the clearing.
Owen followed his gaze with sickening dread. Were more long tooths waiting to attack? And who or what was Andras?
"Can ye walk?" Andras said jumping from a low branch of the tree with the sinuous grace of a cat. He holstered his sword in the scabbard about his waist.
Owen nodded.
"I suggest we leave. Now."
"But, who―"
"If we remain here, more will come, and I can't fight them all."
"More?"
Andras straightened and studied him with narrowed perception. "'Tis certain."
He fought through the rising panic and looked at Andras's shoulder. "No blood again."
"Aye, but 'tis the least of our worries. I'll explain soon if we live long enough."
Mesmerized by the voice and in shock over the scene played out before him, Owen looked into the cold, lifeless eyes of the dead man. "Vampires here in Pembrokeshire?"
"I could ask the same: a sin eater in our midst?"
Owen knelt beside what remained of the long tooth and tried to form the words he knew by heart. His lips moved, but no sound came forth.
"What in the hell do ye think ye are doing?" Andras asked.
"Claiming his sins."
"Are ye daft? Traherne is a pure-blood bequeathed with mystical powers. He suffered none of the typical weaknesses known to his kind."
"I'm a sin eater, Andras."
"Ye mustn't assume his transgressions."
"I've learned to divest myself of the sins I assume."
Andras's mock laughter echoed around him. "Not from the oldest vampire in the universe. If ye think to regurgitate his sins ye are sorely mistaken." He shook his head. "Ye could die."
"Pity, that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It can't kill me." Owen placed his hand over his heart. "I'm already dead."
Compassion flitted through Andras's eyes, replaced quickly by steeled determination. "Get off your knees; recant whatever portion of the creed entered your mind. Do it now, before―"
Demons howled in the distance, clotting Owen's blood.
"They come," Andras said.
Before Owen could react, Andras flung him onto his back, soared into the night sky and flew above the trees.Another wave of dizziness washed over Owen, whether from the towering heights or the fact he clung to the neck of a vampire, he didn't know. He fought back the bile in his throat and closed his eyes, relieved that within minutes they landed in front of his humble abode. Scrambling from Andras's back, he collapsed to the ground in a heap, and clutched the hard-packed earth.
A hand reached out to him. "Rise now, we must get inside."
"Is it true what my tad said . . . a long tooth will not enter unless invited?"
"'Tis true," Andras said with a half-smile.
Owen hobbled to the entrance, kicked it open with the toe of his boot and nodded for Andras to follow him. He crossed himself, barricaded the door with a chest, and turned to stare into the face of the most handsome vampire he'd ever laid eyes on.
The Fair Folk (Fairies)
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Monday, March 4, 2013
The Sin Eater's Prince
A homoerotic vampire novel
Keta Diablo
Blurb:
Physician Andras
Maddock will never shun the sin eater Owen. How do you ignore someone you love?
Owen is stunned when Andras saves him from a gruesome death at the hands of
vampire. How did the ordinary man kill a vampire who possesses supernatural
powers?
Dagan, Dark Lord
of the Underworld, vows to take the sword from Andras, the one weapon that
allows the vampires to tolerate sunlight. There’s also the matter of his
father’s death, and Andras will pay.
Excerpt:
Moonlight slanted through the pine trees, and in the
stillness of the forest, the ocean roared in the distance. Occasionally, Owen
stumbled on a rock, quickly regained his footing and followed the silver
ribbons down the narrow path.
"The forest holds danger and mystery," his tad
always said.
From the inflection in Andras's voice tonight, apparently
he felt the same. The man had tried to warn him without alarming the servant.
And he'd tried to tell Andras he couldn't spend another night under his roof
hungering for his touch.
A fluttering of giant wings to his left brought forth a
shocked gasp, and another stumble. He fell to his knees as the moon ducked
behind a patch of clouds and pitched his world into darkness. Through the black
mystery of the forest, he narrowed his eyes and searched for the airborne
creature. When the skin at the nape of his neck prickled, he wished he'd taken
Andras's advice and stayed in the stables. The scent of horse dung would have
been preferable to the fear anchoring him to the forest floor.
His tad's voice echoed in his ears. "A vampire
cannot enter a private dwelling unless the occupant grants him permission. Most
long tooth attacks occur outside the abode in isolated areas at night."
Get up, Owen, ye dolt! Run! Ye have got to make it home!
Clambering to his knees, he stilled when a brilliant
flash exploded in the clearing ahead. Beneath a canopy of evergreens, a beast
appeared in his line of vision. Nay, it was not a predator of the forest but an
upright human form. Shrouded in billowing black, his white skin shone like a
beacon under the inky sky. Terror seized him as the phantom advanced at a
foot-dragging pace, the undercurrents of death heavy in the morbid air. The
ghoul’s eyes crazed with bloodlust, his long white fangs descending, he circled
him.
Owen's throat constricted with fear, yet the specter's
ageless features and hypnotic eyes immobilized him. Time ceased to exist and
his immortality rushed forward. Death clung to his pores; he felt it surround
him like a black shroud.
Lladd amser. His father's words for
killing time lashed about him like a hard rain. He knew someone would die again
soon, but never suspected the someone would be him.
In the breath of a heartbeat, a new shape burst onto the
scene, exploding through the bracken with lightning speed. Without pause, the
newcomer lunged, the flash of his sword powerful and true. Metal met metal in a
timeless dance of deflect and parry, only to meet time and again beneath the
shadowy moon.
A peal of laughter bounced off the trees. "Well
done, Andras. Someone has taught ye well."
His name fell from Owen's lips on a whisper.
"Andras?"
The scene played out before him like an act from a
Shakespearean play...except the characters obviously knew one another.
Andras gave no answer to his enemy's false compliment,
but rather countered with a vicious upward slice toward his groin. The being
lunged with a heavy thrust and sliced open Andras's shoulder. Owen focused on
the torn fabric of his jerkin, waited for a stream of blood to arc through the
vaporous air, and groaned when it failed to appear.
Vampire against vampire, their bodies whirled and twisted
in a maelstrom of flesh and bone. They thrashed and tumbled on the ground only
to continue the fight moments later in the branches of a massive oak.
Paralyzed, Owen watched with his heart in his throat.
Long fangs gnashed and an anonymous bloodcurdling scream
rent the air. Still it didn't end. Blades clanked beneath moonbeams and then
Andras pirouetted with the agility of a jungle cat. Time ceased to exist as he
brought the claymore up high above his head. On the downswing, the mighty blade
keened its death knell and severed the long tooth's head from his neck. The
demon's limp body tumbled from the branch and landed three feet from Owen. Gray
smoke rolled from the creature's open cavity, his body recoiling like a giant
serpent's tail in the last throes of death.
Owen clutched his abdomen and retched. Long seconds later
and fighting off waves of dizziness, he lifted his head and stared into the
ghost-white face of Andras Maddock. Bent at the waist, the physician gasped for
precious air, yet kept his keen sight on the periphery of the clearing.
Owen followed his gaze with sickening dread. Were more
long tooths waiting to attack? And who or what was Andras?
"Can ye walk?" Andras said jumping from a low
branch of the tree with the sinuous grace of a cat. He holstered his sword in
the scabbard about his waist.
Owen nodded.
"I suggest we leave. Now."
"But, who―"
"If we remain here, more will come, and I can't
fight them all."
"More?"
Andras straightened and studied him with narrowed
perception. "'Tis certain."
He fought through the rising panic and looked at Andras's
shoulder. "No blood again."
"Aye, but 'tis the least of our worries. I'll
explain soon if we live long enough."
Mesmerized by the voice and in shock over the scene
played out before him, Owen looked into the cold, lifeless eyes of the dead
man. "Vampires here in Pembrokeshire?"
"I could ask the same: a sin eater in our
midst?"
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
They're at a Crossroads- REVIEWED HERE!
Warning: This series contains intense, graphic male/male sexual activity
Handsome
ex-cop Frank McGuire is on a quest to locate his dead partner's missing
son. Rand Brennan has an identity issue, exacerbated since the death of
his father. Hoping to find himself, Rand drops out of college, takes to
the streets, and doesn't realize he's embroiled in duplicity and
murder. In order to save Rand, Frank must confront the nefarious killers
and...confront his long-suppressed feelings for Rand.
Review:
Ex-cop turned P.I. Frank McGuire has two big secrets in his life. The first is his almost psychic ability and the second is, he is in love with the son of his dead partner. He puts the first to good use in his P.I. business and the second he stays as far away from as he possibly can, until Rand goes missing.
So much happens in the course of this book it's hard to believe it's only 50 pages. We have a serial killer, a missing son and an alcoholic ex-cop who is trying to deny his feelings. To say this story hits the ground running and never stops would be an understatement. There are a couple of intense sexual encounters that could be called questionable if that was all you read, but if you continue on with the series they will become less so. I myself had more of a problem with the son of a cop and an ex-cop seeming to have to no regard for gun safety.
Intense, graphic, and intriguing!
Review:
Things have progressed for Frank and Rand to the point that the pair are living together, but not exactly in harmony. Frank is still trying to deny he has feelings for Rand but can't seem to keep his hands off of him. Rand is trying to get Frank to see him as a partner and not a child but keeps hitting a wall.
The story that Ms. Diablo is able to create and tell in just a few pages is incredible. The murder/mystery suspense aspects of her books are tight and will suck you in so fast that before you realize it you're at the end of the story. The relationship building while sexually intense also has a lot of caring. The growth of both character's from the first to the second book was believable and I for one couldn't wait to see what happened next.
Frank must travel to Louisiana to solve another missing persons' case.
This time, Rand insists on accompanying Frank to get a hands-on
introduction to the PI business. Evil forces are at work in the bayou.
Frank is pitted against a centuries' old ghost and races against time to
save two innocent young men from eternal damnation. Rand gets caught in
vortex of prejudice when he encounters a sinister duo bent on violence
against gays. Evil machinations converge in a maelstrom of retribution
and hate. Frank must pull out all the stops to save the young men and
the man who holds his heart.
Review: Ex-cop turned P.I. Frank McGuire has two big secrets in his life. The first is his almost psychic ability and the second is, he is in love with the son of his dead partner. He puts the first to good use in his P.I. business and the second he stays as far away from as he possibly can, until Rand goes missing.
So much happens in the course of this book it's hard to believe it's only 50 pages. We have a serial killer, a missing son and an alcoholic ex-cop who is trying to deny his feelings. To say this story hits the ground running and never stops would be an understatement. There are a couple of intense sexual encounters that could be called questionable if that was all you read, but if you continue on with the series they will become less so. I myself had more of a problem with the son of a cop and an ex-cop seeming to have to no regard for gun safety.
Intense, graphic, and intriguing!
Rating: 4 Chocolate Dipped Strawberries.
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Crossroads Revisited (Crossroads #2)
By Keta Diablo
The streets of Baltimore are mean enough without the threat of a
serial killer, and when the fourth in a string of suspicious deaths is
discovered, former cop Frank McGuire's intuitive senses kick into high
gear.
The pattern of victims — male college students, all homosexual — especially leaves Frank concerned, as they bear striking similarities to his ward and lover, Rand Brennan. Rand struggles with his classes and temptations, yet revels in the delicious punishment Frank delivers when's bad. If only Frank would admit his feelings for Rand run deeper than he lets on...before the killer strikes again.
The pattern of victims — male college students, all homosexual — especially leaves Frank concerned, as they bear striking similarities to his ward and lover, Rand Brennan. Rand struggles with his classes and temptations, yet revels in the delicious punishment Frank delivers when's bad. If only Frank would admit his feelings for Rand run deeper than he lets on...before the killer strikes again.
Review:Things have progressed for Frank and Rand to the point that the pair are living together, but not exactly in harmony. Frank is still trying to deny he has feelings for Rand but can't seem to keep his hands off of him. Rand is trying to get Frank to see him as a partner and not a child but keeps hitting a wall.
The story that Ms. Diablo is able to create and tell in just a few pages is incredible. The murder/mystery suspense aspects of her books are tight and will suck you in so fast that before you realize it you're at the end of the story. The relationship building while sexually intense also has a lot of caring. The growth of both character's from the first to the second book was believable and I for one couldn't wait to see what happened next.
Rating: 4 Chocolate Dipped Strawberries.
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Crossroads Showdown (Crossroads #3)
by Keta Diablo
by Keta Diablo
Tough PI, Frank McGuire, attempts to help the FBI locate three
abducted children from a small town in West Virginia. While channeling
his inner spirit for assistance, he mistakenly calls forth a ghost. As
Frank races against time to locate the missing girls, he receives help
from the most unlikely of sources. To complicate matters, Rand has
decided its time Frank commit to their relationship—or run the risk of
Rand being gone when he returns.
REVIEW: The series begins to take off in book three as the men
really begin to delve into their relationship. Readers will gain a
better insight into just what brings Frank and Rand together - and it is
near combustible. The action is intense and the story line is
intriguing, making it near impossible to put down. But the conclusion
seemed rushed and not as smooth as the rest of the book... perhaps
because more resolution comes in book four.
RATING: 4 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries
REVIEW: The series begins to take off in book three as the men
really begin to delve into their relationship. Readers will gain a
better insight into just what brings Frank and Rand together - and it is
near combustible. The action is intense and the story line is
intriguing, making it near impossible to put down. But the conclusion
seemed rushed and not as smooth as the rest of the book... perhaps
because more resolution comes in book four.RATING: 4 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries
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Crossroads Shadowland (Crossroads #4)
by Keta Diablo
by Keta Diablo
RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries!
Frank must travel to Louisiana to solve another missing persons' case.
This time, Rand insists on accompanying Frank to get a hands-on
introduction to the PI business. Evil forces are at work in the bayou.
Frank is pitted against a centuries' old ghost and races against time to
save two innocent young men from eternal damnation. Rand gets caught in
vortex of prejudice when he encounters a sinister duo bent on violence
against gays. Evil machinations converge in a maelstrom of retribution
and hate. Frank must pull out all the stops to save the young men and
the man who holds his heart.
Readers will be pleased with the final book in Rand and
Frank's story. The men finally -and I mean, finally- accept that they
are in a relationship and are in (gasp!) love. The resistance nearly
killed me through the series and how Rand held out, I'll never
understand. But it did add credibility to Frank's character, the manly
man. As they work to solve this case together, there's a sense of
rightness that in the end, even Frank can't deny. Book four was my
favorite of the series.
RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries!
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