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Paradise Fought: Abel by L.B. Dunbar

The fight is on...January 25, 2016.

#Fight4Love




Blurb:

I'm not a fighter.

I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.

He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there's nothing special about me.

I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He's the alpha.

I'm a beta.

The second son.

The lesser one.

The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.

I'm not a lover either - but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.

I met a girl in the pouring rain.

Sounds cliché, but it's true. It changed everything.

Because of love, I learned to fight.

Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.

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Excerpt:

“Whoa, sister,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You almost got away from me again.”

 “What?” I questioned. I had no idea what he meant: again.

 “Never mind,” he muttered, his hand still on me. I looked down at it and he immediately released me. My eyes pinched as I realized I didn’t mind his hand on me. There was something nonthreatening about him. He seemed rather innocent, studious, actually. His shirt was buttoned almost to the top and tucked into his pants. The sleeves secure at the cuffs. His jeans were snug and hugged him well. He wore dark rimmed glasses that screamed smart. He wore boots that looked too new. It was like he had the right parts but the wrong combination.

            His blue eyes were soft and easy to look into. They practically spoke to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. His dark hair was disheveled, a bit shaggy, but cool looking. He kind-of looked like a pop star which was a little too sugar sweet for me. His form was questionable. It was hard to tell what kind of body he had under the clothes. He looked rather preppy, like half the guys at this university. I didn’t want to think about it. I’d just sold my soul for another semester.

            “So when do you want to do this?” I asked. His blank stare told me he had no idea what I meant.

            “Us,” I said, pointing between him and me.

        “I…” His voice trailed off as he gawked at me. His expression changed from confusion to shock.

            “I didn’t buy you to sleep with you,” he said, a touch of disbelief in his voice. His face turned crimson then fell. “Why, have you done that before?” It was my turn to be surprised and offended.

            I turned on my heels and began stomping away from him. He was too quick and he caught me again. His hand on my arm halted me. This time he didn’t release me when I peered down at his fingers wrapped around me.

            “Look. I need help,” he blurted. His face pinked a little, and it was sweet. “I don’t need help with sex. I need help with before.” His tone dropped, and he looked side to side to see if anyone would hear him. I took his meaning.

            “You don’t know how to do foreplay?


 
 
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Love’s Legacy by Amanda Mariel
Length: 20k/ novella

Heat Rating: 1
Genre: Historical Romance, Regency

Rebecca wants all reminders of the war that claimed her brother’s life to disappear. Camden Le Bec has other ideas. Can love’s legacy bring their war weary souls together?

Excerpt:
A sharp intake of air drew his attention across the stable. He glanced away from his task searching for its source. His heart skipped a beat. A woman stood in the doorway, pale skirts billowing in the breeze. He did not believe in ghosts but the woman before him fit the description he’d been given of Lady Nicola Aubrey-Thorne. She was tall and lean with honey-colored hair and piercing green eyes. The sun’s rays cut through the fog casting her in an eerie glow. He blinked but she did not disappear.

Once he recovered from the shock, he noticed her modern clothing. The lady wore a flowing mint day gown with a high waistline and short sleeves. A bonnet framed her heart-shaped face, its ribbons tied beneath her chin. She was no spirit. He opened his mouth to speak.

She marched toward him, wagging one gloved finger. “You have no right here, intruder. This is private property. I insist you gather your mount and depart.”

Her fearless approach held him captive. He studied her tall frame and blazing eyes, her words barely registered through his fascination. What had she called him? An intruder?

She came to a halt before him placing her hands on her hips. She peered at him through the loveliest green eyes he’d ever beheld. “What have you to say for yourself?”

“Are you the owner of this castle?” He searched the depths of her gaze.

She steeled her back, anger flashing in her eyes.

“Answer me!” He rested one hand on the wall leaning against it.

“No, I am not the owner.” She pointed one finger at him holding it just inches from his chest. “But neither are you.”

He could have set her straight right then. Told her he owned Babylon Castle. Instead he smirked, the urge to bait the chit too strong to ignore. “In that case it seems you are an intruder.”

Her cheeks tinted a becoming shade of pink, yet she did not avert her gaze. “I have far more right to be here than you do.”

He dropped his hand from the cool stone wall and took a step closer to the spirited beauty. Her scent wrapped around him, enticing his senses with lavender and jasmine. It had been a long time since he’d smelled a woman’s flowery scents. “How so?”

Camden expected her to back away at his intrusion of her personal space, but instead she held her ground, those stormy eyes never leaving his. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but I reside in the area and saw light coming from the windows last evening. I felt it my duty to check on the castle.”

“And your husband allowed you to march over here and confront an unknown intruder?” The words left his mouth before he had time to consider them. It was a pointless question. He did not care whether she was married or not. Courting was the furthest thing from his mind.

“My parents did not know my intentions.”

A smile spread across his face of its own volition though he could not imagine why. He certainly did not want the viper-tongued lady for himself. Still, he rather enjoyed verbally sparring with her. He angled his head so his lips hovered just in front of her ear. “I could be dangerous.”

She flinched but did not step away from him. “I am not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” He straightened, meeting her gaze once again. Not a hint of fear reflected back at him. The chit was either daft or made of steel.

“I will not allow you to intimidate me.”

He leaned back against the wall, his gaze locked on hers. “I am Captain Camden Le Bec, descendent of Sir Kenton Le Bec and rightful owner of Babylon Castle.”

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Author Bio and Links

Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family. 

Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shoreline in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long-standing love affair with sugary junk food. 

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Water's Threshold's birthday is November 11th, and to celebrate, I bought Maya and Terran a new COVER! 
Not only that, I'm giving YOU the present- Water's Threshold is only 99cents the entire month on November!!



What do you think of this new look? 
Similar to before but a little edgier. 
And with villains like Quint, this cover needed a little darkness. Will he be back in Book #3, Air's Vision? Will the Elementals finally stop him once and for all? Find out First Quarter 2016, hopefully by February if not sooner! In the meantime, read all about Flint and Violet in Fire's Field, Book #2. 


 
 
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 I’m celebrating 500 Likes on my Facebook Author page and Water’s Threshold’s book birthday in November, EQUALS an awesome Rafflecopter. This includes book giveaways from my author friends.


·      Aleatha Romig, Insidious

·      Donya Lynne, Good Karma

·      Anya Breton, Wickedly Good

·      Tia Catalina, Blue Falcon

·      Plus a $25 Amazon, B&N OR iBooks giftcard

·      4 general admission tickets to Writers On The River book signing in Peoria, IL on July 9th, 2016

·      4 Afterparty tix to Writers On The River

Remember Ember’s Center, the first in my O-Line Series, is only 99cents thru November 11th.

AND ANNOUNCING 99cents for Water’s Threshold the entire month of November. I released Water’s Threshold, the first in my Elementals series on November 11th last year, so help celebrate its book birthday by adding it to your TBR list.

Thanks for all your support! 2016 is going to rock!

 
 
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I recently had an author friend say something that really resonated. She said when you "hit" you better have the books to back it up. "When I hit", I don't know what that will be, or how I'll define when that "it" comes along, but until then honestly, I'm enjoying the journey. Last November, I released Water's Threshold. Since, then I've released three more books. I think four books in one year is quite a feat. Another feat, I'm very excited about is hitting 500 Likes on my FB page, I've almost hit "it". I'm measuring my success in stages, hitting 500 Likes is small progress but it's still progress. November will be a fun month. I'll be celebrating my one year PUBLISHING anniversary November long. So stay tuned, and if you hear shrieking soon...it's just me celebrating the 500 Like milestone. 
I'd like to thank the members of the Juicebox Dialogues for all the fun times I've had since it's inception. There are plenty of "it's" we've done together and plenty more to do. Write On!
*Be sure to check out the The Elementals Series tab. I've added a teaser for Air's Vision.

 
 
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Rachel's Guard
Book #2 The O-Line Series
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One hidden secret. One tragic mistake. Two lives converge to discover one final truth.

“I killed you.”

With his grandmother’s words, pro-football player Warren “Bronco” Murray’s picture-perfect world takes a direct hit. After mistaking him for a man from her past, Bronco believes his grandmother’s confused confession reveals the man who raised him isn’t his real father. Is his grandmother’s mind slipping? Or is she harboring a deadly secret?

Searching for an answer to a question he’s not even sure exists, Bronco hires Rachel Harris, a local private investigator and a woman who brings out his protective—and primal—instincts.

Rachel’s spent her life seeking her own resolution for a tragic mistake made years ago. Unwilling to suffer through another loss, she vows to keep her relationship with Bronco strictly professional. Yet with each step into Bronco’s past, she finds that the players shaping her life also shaped his.

Working together to uncover the facts, they falter when the game turns deadly. Nothing is as it seems and they must fight to unearth the truth buried under past deceptions and lies. 

Bronco and Rachel survive personal attacks and shocking revelations only to discover that the answers they sought have created a new path…but will they endure the journey together or falter under the truth?

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Rachel's Guard Excerpt:
Rachel Harris, private detective extraordinaire and Clayton Kincaid, local cop and friend discuss Bronco Murray's case.

“This is a private matter, Rach.” Clayton shook his head. “Not grounds for a full police investigation. Bronco understands that, right? You’ve filed for discovery, received the traffic crash report, death certificate, autopsy and toxicology reports, plus all these articles.” He flicked a finger at her copies of newspaper articles covering Thomas Northman’s car accident. “Everything in that pile indicates death due to drunk driving and tumbling down a deep ravine.”

“Nah, something’s off about all this. I need to talk to the cop and tow truck driver who were at the scene. See if anything seemed odd, because these reports indicate Northman swerved.” She sniffed, taking in the stench of sweat and whatever other bodily fluids lined the police station’s offices. “It really reeks in here. Light a friggin’ candle, or something.”

Clayton sighed. “Harris…listen, lots of deer live in Northern Ohio. And Northman’s accident occurred in the fall, during rut. Likely just wrong place, wrong time. No mystery there.”

Rachel barely refrained from kicking him. His rational mind wasn’t what she needed today. For once, they were actually on the same side in an investigation, because usually she assisted her uncle with criminal defense cases. “While I don’t relish the thought of sending Bronco’s grandmother to jail, I would like to find answers for him. Luckily, Evidence still had a sample of Northman’s blood. I sent it off to my toxicologist.” She shrugged. “I’m betting another substance impaired Northman’s driving.”

Her stomach growled, since she’d skipped breakfast. Maybe she could talk Kincaid into taking her out for pancakes. “I wish we could still investigate Northman’s car. The fire after the crash could have been intentional to mask other injuries or foul play.”

“The coroner ruled accidental death due to the combined effects of traumatic and thermal injuries.” After closing her file, Clayton crossed his all-too-toned biceps over his chest. “I wish Bronco the best, and I hope he finds peace with his family issues, but we all have family issues, Harris. Some of us live in that nightmare every day. You know that better than anyone.”

“I know he’s hurting.” She ran a finger along her coffee cup’s rim. “And for some girly-frilly-bags-of-fluffy-kitten-shit reason, I want to ease his pain.”

“Better ways to ease a guy’s pain.” Clayton smirked.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You have no idea.” She held her hands more than a foot apart. “No one can handle that. He’s a freak of nature down there. I don’t know how he walks around with that thing all day.”

“I know.” Miming a gun with his forefinger and thumb, Clayton made a clicking sound out the side of his mouth, which made half his face scrunch. “It’s a tough job, but guys like us have no problem carrying the extra weight.”

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Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor.

When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them.
Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy.  Their war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes.
But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die.


EXCERPT:


Oy. No more weekday frat parties for me, no matter how

noble the cause, especially when I have a test the next day. What was

I thinking? And last minute cramming with a headache was not a

good idea either. Forget it. My eyes drifted to the clock.

And now I was late. Damn it. With a sigh, I threw down my

pencil and scrambled up, my head throbbing. I traded my Eeyore

jammies for skinny jeans and a fitted white t-shirt. Shoes, where

were my shoes? Gah. I ducked and rooted around in the deep, dark

spaces under my bed. Hmm, the green dress I borrowed from Sarah.

Mental note: I need to return that. English book, various dust

bunnies of uncertain lineage…there.

Sketchers on, I grabbed my backpack, turned up my iPod,

and ran out the door. No time to primp.

Good thing the campus I lived on was small. There was a big

central courtyard—the quad—filled with towering oak trees and

wide-open spaces surrounded by squat school buildings and

classrooms. If I hurried, I’d make it…

I raced into the quad out of breath and slowed, turning in a

complete circle.

Huh.

No one around. Unease skittered through me on soft paws.

The courtyard was always busy. I pulled my headphones out of my

ears. Was there some sort of event I didn’t know about going on?

The unnatural silence pressed in on me for a second as the

echoes of my steps faded.

Then screams—men’s and women’s—poured from Main

Street. I broke into a run and shot between the buildings toward the

sound.

Cars littered the intersection. Some guy rear-ended someone

else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A horn blared nearby

and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my

way. Clusters of people stood among the wreckage.

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Colleen S. Myers plays many roles. Not only is she a veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica, cause that’s way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG! Currently she is getting ready to publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in November of this year (cover reveal soon.)  Until then look for her at Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook  Colleen Myers, and at @ColleenSMyers.

 
 

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Dr. Hannah Walker is starting her first year as a Visiting Professor at Thurston University. A graduate of Thurston, she's familiar with the town, has friends, and is waiting on her perfect job to open at Wilmington College. She's run from every serious relationship she's had in pursuit of her career goals.

Igor Finley recently moved back to his hometown after his last military deployment and discharge because of his PTSD. He's returning to Thurston University for his degree, so he can provide for his two young children.

There were fireworks when the two met, but will they be able to keep them out of the classroom? Will Hannah stay in Thurston once she realizes her feelings, or will she be carried away like a Breeze towards her career goals?




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Ashley Hampton works as a Licensed Psychologist in private practice during the day. When she leaves work, she puts on her writer and photographer hats and enjoys living in the worlds created in her mind. She lives near her hometown of Birmingham, Alabama with her cat, Gemma. Ashley wanted to find a creative way to meld her love for music and psychology with writing, and the Southern Rock Lyrics series was born.  With other series planned, Ashley wants to write in the romance, erotica, and psychological thriller genres.

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25909709-breeze?from_search=true&search_version=service

Ashley is a Writers On The River signing author, as well!!

 
 
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House of the Rising Son
Series:
Living After Midnight, Book 1


Bio: Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addition to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

·      One trait you share with your hero/heroine in this book?

Cheyenne is the hero of our book. We like to think we share with him a strange sense of humor. He isn't snarky. He just likes to laugh and thinks the world is full of funny people and entertaining situations.

·      One thing you have learned as a writer this year?

Although writing can be a lonely activity, we've learned that writers by nature are kind, thoughtful, and generous with their time and talents. We wouldn't be where we are without the help of the authors who have gone before us and were willing to share their expertise and experiences. We hope to be able to pay it forward too, and give freely what was shared with us.

·      One writer, you'd LOVE to have lunch with?

We'd love to break bread with Tanya Huff. She has written so many amazing fantasy stories, with memorable characters you can't help but cherish. We also appreciate her treatment of gay characters simply as real people who live their lives like the rest of us, grabbing hold of joy where we find it.

·      As writers we tend to be sedentary, what do you do to keep yourself healthy? Still trying to figure this one out. What helps us most is planning our meals and snacks ahead of time. If we plan the entire week before we go shopping, we save money, time, AND we eat much healthier.

Blurb:

Living After Midnight, Book 1

Sex. Rebellion. Rock and roll.

Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.

Alexander's future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who'd be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He's barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.

As Cheyenne's musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can't let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who's not sure if he's falling for the incubus or the rocker.

Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.

Excerpt:
Copyright © 2015 Trevann Rogers

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Cheyenne set the bottles on the end table and watched Alexander peel off his ripped shirt in sections. The fabric stuck to the blood drying in four deep gouges on his ribcage. “Here, let me help you with that.”

He paused, waiting for Alexander’s protest, but none came. He helped his friend out of the ruined shirt, and applied antiseptic to the wounds.

“Ow!” Alexander flinched as the cool, stinging liquid did its job. “Man. What the hell was that? Like an animal, but more like something out of a freaking horror movie. I mean, did you see how it just picked me up like I was nothing?” He looked up at Cheyenne. “Are you all right? I mean, how could you be? Those things were trying to kill you. You must have gotten away before—”

“They weren’t going to kill me. Maybe they thought they were scaring me, but they just pissed me off. I’m betting they thought they killed you. I shouldn’t have let you get involved.” Cheyenne picked up his water, changed his mind and took a swig of Alexander’s beer. “Blech. Don’t you drink anything that tastes good?”

Alexander snatched the bottle out of his hands and drained it. “Are you telling me you knew those…those…?”

“Weres. A tiger and a couple of lions. Yeah, I know them.”

Alexander stared at Cheyenne. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m about to tell you some stuff that you are not going to believe. But you can’t tell anyone.”

“Whatever. It can’t be any weirder than seeing a monster movie play out in an alley.”

He dropped onto the sofa next to Alexander. “Like I said, those were Weres. My father’s henchmen. Stupid as hell, but so far, loyal enforcers. And usually deadly.” He studied Alexander’s face. “You really haven’t noticed that I’m different from other people?”

Alexander shrugged. “I don’t care that you’re a…that you like guys. But what’s that got to—”

“I’m not gay. Not exactly. I’m an incubus.” He looked for some indication of recognition in Alexander’s eyes. “A supernatural being?” Not a shred of comprehension. “A sexual demon?”

“A demon?” Alexander started to get up. “You are out of your mind.”

Cheyenne’s hand on his arm stilled him. “Not the ‘burn in the ever-after for all eternity, hellfire and brimstone, steal your soul’ sort of demon. A sexual demon. The crowd at Eddies? I feed on that energy. And you know how Prudence is sort of turned on by me but really, and I mean really, hates me? That feeds me too, all that emotion—”

“Prudence doesn’t—”

“Not the point. And let’s not forget the Weres. Hello? Paranormal. As in not normal—for humans.”

Alexander stood and crossed the sunken living room to the kitchen. He opened another Corona and made his way back to the couch. “Is that why you aren’t hurt?”

“Yeah. The thing is, my father is, like, the head guy. He sent those jerks after me. He doesn’t want me to play music or do anything else he thinks will draw attention to us.”

“Us?”

“The Incubi Nation. We’ve been here, living in your world, for centuries. Us, the Weres, the mages, and a lot of other races. I’ll explain all that later. Your world is ours too. And my father thinks if humans found out about us, it would be the beginning of the end. Of the incubi for sure, but maybe everything.”

“Maybe your father’s right. My head is about to explode.”

“Zander, please listen. He wants me to stop playing music. I can’t do that. And there’s something else.”

“Of course there is. Vampires lurking in the darkness waiting to eat my still pulsing heart?”

Cheyenne frowned. “Now you are being ridiculous. Vampires don’t eat flesh.”

“Are you kidding me? Vampires are real? Do I have a concussion? Or am I in the middle of a major heroin overdose?”

Cheyenne laid his head on the back of the sofa and sighed. “Never mind. You’re right. You’re just suffering from a concussion and when you wake in the morning it will all be as in a dream.”

Alexander joined Cheyenne against the sofa’s back and closed his eyes. “No,

okay. Tell me. Your father is head of the incubi, but how does he get to send those things after you? What do the others—whatever they are—think about humans?”

“It’s complicated. But, well…” Cheyenne considered how he could best explain. “The Were-cats are my father’s personal guards. But all supernatural races are governed by him. It’s sort of like the United States. Each state has its own leader, the governor, but they come together under a president. Each species has its own leaders but my father is in charge of all of them.  Except what he says goes. No voting.”

“Let’s assume I believe any of this. What else?”

“My kids. The truth is, they are really mine. I have to pretend they’re not because my father doesn’t know about them, can’t know about them. If he did, he’d take Jade away from me.”

“Take as in keep? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes sense to him. He needs to keep her to breed her.”

“She’s just a kid. And that is all sorts of illegal.”

Cheyenne ingested Alexander’s rising anger, and quelled it. “Our rules aren’t the same as yours. And anyway, my father is desperate. Our race is dying. There’ve been no live female births for decades. And there are very few males born. We even tried to breed with the Weres. Total disaster. Don’t ask.”

He chugged the rest of his water and stood. He grabbed his left shoulder and

twisted, and then his right, until his vertebrae popped and released the tension

that had been building since the conversation began. He continued, “They thought the vampires would have worked, but the in vitro experiments never resulted in a child. We had the most luck with human couplings.”

“So there were children?”

“You’re looking at one. My mother was human.”

“What do you mean, ‘was human’?”

“She passed away ten years ago.”

“Sorry for your loss.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Cheyenne brushed his nose. “I still can’t believe she’s gone. My whole world turned upside down when she got sick. Humans are so fragile.”

“I guess we are.”

“Anyway, boys were born, most without any trace of incubus Power.” An ironic laugh fluttered to his lips. “I suppose I’m the exception. Not that anyone knows it.”

“So you’re an incubus no one knows has…powers?”

“Right. But that isn’t important. The main problem is there were no succubae—females—conceived. So no way for us to breed true.”

“Until Jade.” He sat back down. “She’s a succubus, Zander. I’ve seen her Power. That’s why she’d be important to him. And why he can’t have her.”

“Seems to me that you have the upper hand. Not that Jade is a bargaining chip. But since she’s your child and your people need her, he should be cutting you some slack about your music.”

“You don’t know my father. He’s the richest hotel proprietor in the northern hemisphere and the leader of the Incubi Nation. He doesn’t give a damn about me. He wouldn’t care that I, his half-breed son, might have spawned the literal savior of our race. His only concern would be that she exists, and that she belongs to him. Both of my children deserve more than that. That’s why he can’t know about them.”

“Why didn’t you leave? If you were across the country you’d be harder to find.”

Cheyenne rubbed the back of his neck. He’d thought a million times about doing just that, but he couldn’t make it work. “I could never get up enough money. Seemed safer to stay here out of his line of sight.”

Several minutes of silence passed between them. Alexander spoke first. “Can I ask you a question? You’re an incubus. Is that why I…” Questions streamed across his face. “What I feel, it’s because of your powers, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Some of it. I can’t help that. It’s what makes me an incubus. But it’s not like I roofie people. The first time I tried to seduce you, you told me to quit and I did. I never intentionally made you feel anything. Not supernaturally, anyway.”

“Then what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing you don’t want me to.”

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