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New Release from Lynn Burke!

Title: Wicked WardenSeries: Vicious Vipers 1Author: Lynn BurkeGenre: MC RomanceRelease Date: January 14, 2020


He’s the only man my father can trust when the cartel attempts to take us out. A vicious motorcycle gang member, he’s deadly with his fists and firearms.He’s also the bastard responsible for my mother’s death.I’m the one who’ll make him pay. A too-young, too-innocent woman he lusts after but refuses to touch.He might believe he’s strong enough to withstand my plans for retaliation, but I will bring him to his knees and have my revenge.Even if my heart dies along with his.



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“We have to go.” Dad tugged me toward the exit. “Stick to my heels—don’t look at anyone, don’t speak to anyone.”I nodded dumbly, using my free hand to swipe tears from my cheeks in an attempt to be the strong woman he wanted. If only he’d have offered a quick hug—the thing I always longed for and never received—the fortifying sense of having firm ground to stand upon, to depend upon outside of monetary means.“The car’s at the end of the alleyway. You’ll get in the back, lay down, and stay down until I say.”I nodded again, knowing to never argue with Dad’s commands.One last quick scan of my face and he turned, grasping the exit door’s handle. Dad peeked out head moving left then right. “Stay close,” he whispered, pulling the door open far enough for us to slip through.I stepped out into the dark after him, my breath loud in my ears as cold bit at my exposed, over-heated skin. Dad’s dress shoes slapped on the sidewalk, my heels clicking as we hurried up the alleyway.A crowd still stood at the front of the club, but Dad pushed through, people closing back in behind us as we fought to get to the car.I kept my focus on his tense shoulders rather than scan the crowd for faces I might recognize—my guards, or his men from the compound I’d called home. Every muscle inside me trembled, shaking my limbs. The second we escaped the throng, he headed toward a tan car I didn’t recognize, his head in constant motion as he scanned the immediate area.Dad grasped the car’s back door handle.Pop!“Get in!” he shouted as people began screaming behind us.He yanked open the door, and I dove in headfirst, my heart in my throat.Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…I curled up on the cloth seat, hugging my knees to my chest, trembling from fear as much as the cold.Another gunshot sounded, and Dad slammed the door behind me.Please be okay… I clenched my eyelids shut.A third shot sounded through the ringing in my ears, and I bit my lip to keep from shrieking, curling even tighter into myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I held my breath … waiting. Needing Dad to be okay. Needing him to get in the car and take me far away from the shit.The driver door tore open, and a quick peek revealed Dad hopping in.“Fuck!” He pulled away from the curb like a bat out of hell, tires squealing beneath us, and I clenched my eyes shut again, trying to still my breathing and calm the fuck down. Rather than spew a million questions and distract Dad as he muttered curses and sped down one road after another, I kept quiet except for sniffles when my nose threatened to drip.Violence came with Dad’s line of business. I’d learned that first hand, and the aftermath of that war had left me without a mother, left my father broken and shut down toward his only living relative—me.The only daughter.The only heir to the fortune and empire he’d built from running drugs with a cartel I wished I didn’t know anything about.“Shaun!” Dad barked. “Get your seat belt on. Now.”He swerved, and a car sped alongside us as I sat up. Two men sat in the front, neither of which I recognized.The one in the passenger seat raised a gun.“Gun!” I shrieked, and Dad slammed on the brakes.Lower lip between my teeth, I slid out of the shoulder strap and laid back down, curling up as tight as I could.Dad stomped on the gas again.Metal scraped—the car shifted.Dad cursed low and long…We sped up. He slammed the brakes again enough to tumble me off the seat had I not had the belt across my lap. More speed, more metal screeching—tears and snot mingled on my face, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.I’d always thought keeping my eyes closed as a child meant no one could see me, that I hid in my own little world. Untouchable. Invincible.I’d learned the day Mom died, the closing of one’s eyes couldn’t shield one from the horrors in life.The car suddenly shifted—spun.I bit my lip, tasting blood as I whimpered.Sounds of screeching—metal smashing—a loud explosion.Our car came to a standstill, silence engulfing the air around us.
© Lynn Burke 2018

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.



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New Release....Wicked Warden by Lynn Burke

BLURB He’s the only man my father can trust when the cartel attempts to take us out. A vicious motorcycle gang member, he’s deadly with his fists and firearms.

He’s also the bastard responsible for my mother’s death.

I’m the one who’ll make him pay. A too-young, too-innocent woman he lusts after but refuses to touch.

He might believe he’s strong enough to withstand my plans for retaliation, but I will bring him to his knees and have my revenge.

Even if my heart dies along with his.

Blast from the Past...Spotlighting "Not Afraid" by Elizabeth Monvey

Raleigh Hewes has known Augustus Rains his whole life, and for the past year they’ve been lovers. They’ve kept it a secret because Gus is afraid of what people will say. Not only are they a gay couple in a small town but he is black and Raleigh is white. Raleigh wants to be out and proud, but Gus is concerned since both their businesses revolve around the local market.


After an argument, Raleigh has doubts that their love can last because he’s tired of hiding their relationship. When a storm sweeps over his farm, he’s caught in the eye of a tornado, and Gus races frantically to find the man he loves.


The danger has put into perspective his fears and Gus decides not to be afraid anymore. He just hopes it’s not too late to lay claim to Raleigh’s heart.





Q & A 



     1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

I had a vague idea of what I wanted to put in this book, but the two characters definitely took it into a different direction. I wanted to write a book about an interracial couple, and setting it in the confines of a southern town just added that extra layer.


     2.       What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

The reality of the tornado. I needed to see if it was possible to survive one, and surprisingly, there are two documented cases of men looking inside the vortex of a twister, and living to tell the tale. I did a lot of research on that.


     3.       Since the publication, what would you say has improved in your writing?

I think the overall way I write. Just getting better at showing not telling, active voice rather than passive.


     4.       Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?

Yes, I do! And I think this cover has a wonderful image that draws the eyes.


     5.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?

Just stick with it. Sometimes you have an easy writing day, and sometimes the words aren’t there.



EXCERPT

Augustus Rains was a big bear of a man with mocha-colored skin that stretched tight over his corded muscles. His hair, mustache, and beard were the same short length and black as pitch. His dark eyes held a wealth of suppressed emotions, and Raleigh often wished he could read his mind, could get a glimpse of what he was thinking. Augustus fascinated him and had ever since high school. In fact, he’d been masturbating to fantasies starring the big guy ever since he’d realized he was gay.


“Were you really going to turn me away?”


“It was Mrs. Brumthal, Leigh. Of course I was going to turn you away.”


And then Augustus reached out with his big, beefy hands and pulled him flush against his body to claim his lips in a deep, penetrating kiss. Raleigh reached up to hold on as Gus licked and sucked on his tongue, fusing them in a way that made his dick hard as steel. It was always like this with Gus, always this raw and powerful and hot. Christ, Gus was the sexiest thing on two legs, and Raleigh always sported a boner within two seconds of laying eyes on the man. When Gus tried to break the kiss and come up for air, Raleigh practically attacked him back, throwing himself into the hard, muscled body. Gus’s arms hit the evenly stacked paint cans and knocked all them off their perfectly set row.


“Jesus, Leigh,” Gus muttered as Raleigh pressed kisses over Gus’s jaw.


“Three fucking days, Gus,” he said roughly in between nips and licks. Gus moaned at Raleigh’s attention. “I’ve been jacking off with mental images of you for three days.”


He sank to his knees in front of Gus and worked on getting his jeans undone. He carefully eased the zipper teeth over the straining erection and some white boxer briefs poked out, barely able to contain the large girth pushing against them.


“I’ve dreamed of this cock, of tasting it and sucking it,” he murmured as he yanked the jeans and underwear down far enough to ease out the huge dick. It was a bit darker than Gus’s skin, and the head was bulbous over a long, thick shaft. Gus’s balls hung, large and heavy. Liquid dribbled out of the tip like crazy, and his mouth watered, so he leaned over and licked.


“Holy shit!” Gus panted. His fingers sank into Raleigh’s hair to either hold him in place or direct his movement. Raleigh didn’t actually care. He was too happy sucking on Gus’s cock to really think about anything else.





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Flashback Friday...Stepping back into the Roaring Twenties

When the stock market crashes on October 29, 1929, it doesn’t take long for Ruby Talcott to lose everything.  Her father’s shipping legacy slips through her fingers.  Alone, destitute, she packs up her two best friends Eden and Merridie, and takes them to England for a new life.



Working in her family’s warehouse of unclaimed cargo, she foils a plot to steal a map.  But this isn’t just any map…it’s to a lost pirate treasure.  Ruby takes the map for herself and convinces Eden and Merridie to go with her to find the priceless treasure.



She finds Captain Sinclair Dardon, a man also hit hard by the economic turn, to sail them towards adventure.  But Ruby didn’t count on her wild attraction to the handsome Captain.  Nor did she expect he has his own bad guys hunting him.

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                        “How could you sell all the shares?”             “Miss Talcott, the market lost eleven percent of its value at the opening bell.  It was a mutual decision of the shareholders,” he explained, yet again.  She must have asked that question a dozen different ways but she still couldn’t quite understand the shareholders massive betrayal.  “It was the only thing we could do to break even.”             Ruby spun around angrily, her hands clenched in tight fists.  “You panicked over an unsteady market that would have rightened itself!”             “You don’t know that.”             “I own this company!”             Mr. Densey only shook his head sadly.  “You never owned this company.  And now you don’t belong here.”              Ruby marched up to him and bent, staring at him nose to nose.  “My father branched this company into a thriving corporation when investors laughed at him.  I know more about shipping than any of you and I’ll be damned if I let it rot!”             He looked at her so calmly she wanted to hit him.             “What can you do, Miss Talcott?  You’re a woman.  It’s out of your hands now.”             Ruby felt seething frustration flash through her and she wished she could wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze.  How dare he sell it!  She wasn’t the majority shareholder which meant her father’s legacy had been pulled out from under her, so basically she had no recourse.  Nothing.  It was all gone in a flash.  Before she could inflict bodily harm, she turned and marched out the door, letting it slam shut behind her.

New Paranormal Romance from E. D. Parr!

Five facts about Christopher Everhart
     1.   He’s a corporate lawyer
     2.   He lives in an ultra-modern apartment, all glass, chrome and sparkly concrete
     3.   He can’t dance
     4.   He drives an SUV
     5.   He loves burgers and salad

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.

Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.

Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.

In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?



     The early evening sun glowed in the sky. Birds still sang. The breeze caressed his face, gentle and warm. Only white wisps of cloud trailed across the sky. It was an evening meant to walk hand in hand with a lover.

     Chris sighed and drank some of his whisky. Since his boyfriend left him nearly a year ago, he hadn’t met anyone who stirred his heart. If there were any gay guys at the gathering, he’d yet to identify them. Since he was the only gay man among his friendship group, Chris expected to be the only person who hadn’t hooked up with someone by the time the bride and groom met at the altar. He smiled to himself recalling a work colleague’s words about wedding festivities. “That’s what usually happens isn’t it … you sleep with someone out of sheer envy for the “glowing with love” bride and groom?” Chris had laughed when the guy put air commas around the words “glowing with love.” “Some might. I might not,” but in his heart he dearly wished for a gentle, handsome man to love. Chris was lonelier than he admitted to himself or anyone else.

     Four days of games, parties, and outings stretched ahead of him. Chris forced a more positive mood. This is a beautiful estate. I should explore. Phil’s parents owned the huge old house on a wealth of gardens. Ben, Phil’s dad, ran his events planning business from there and often one or two of the large rooms were used for conferences. Presently, the estate was closed for two weeks as the families and friends assembled to celebrate Phil’s wedding.

     He peeled the label that named him from his jacket lapel, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then left his half-empty glass on a bench beside a row of rose bushes, heavy with large pink blooms, and wandered off down the path that wound around the house. The hem of his jacket trailed along two of the flowers and the perfume shed by the roses followed him.

     The path forked at a corner of the house, and Chris took the one that led into an archway of trees. The path beneath his feet changed. Some of the paving stones held large cracks where tiny white daisies grew among dark moss. Chris bent and picked one—so small, yet so perfect. He put it into the buttonhole on his collar. The tree branches met at their canopy and only a few slanting rays of sun penetrated. Some scented climbing flowers wove through the trees, twining around their trunks. Chris smiled, enjoying the fragrant enclosure. Peace dropped over him as he walked.

     At the end of the path, he turned at a fork that led toward the house again. Chris considered striking out across the lawn for a look at what appeared to be a small round pond, but the evening sun had disappeared behind a bank of clouds. He glanced upward at the sky. A few large orbs of rain splattered on his face. Funny, only minutes ago it didn’t look like rain at all.

     He walked more rapidly in the direction of the house as the sky became overcast. On this side of the building, he could see a long line of windows, two of which from that angle, seemed to be French doors, and they were flung open. As Chris neared them, strains of music floated in the descending twilight. Fairy lights glittered, strung across the tops of the doors, and as the rain fell, the drops reflected their silvery twinkle.

     By the time Chris reached the entrance, dark stars of raindrops patterned his dove-gray suit jacket and dampened his face. Chris dashed into the room accessible from the large glass doors and froze. He’d expected this to be another way into the living room he’d left earlier, especially with the lure of music guiding him, but a totally different and smaller room lay before him, and in the middle of the parquet, a man danced a kind of waltz, alone, clutching a rectangular cushion to his chest.
Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing



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Flashback Friday.... Looking at Time Travel Romance

Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas.  One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash.  He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying. 



He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.



Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time.  A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward.  Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears. 



As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly.  But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?

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Lightening zapped overhead, charging the atmosphere.  After one more deep drag he tossed the cigarette down and crushed it under the sole of his shoe.  Suddenly, the hair on his arms stood up, electrified as the air became thin, but not like it had felt suffocating in Beaumont’s grip.  No, this time everything pulled and stretched and flattened, all at the same time.  His lungs compressed, his nostrils flattened, and a buzz roared in his brain.  He cried out from the sharp pain and slammed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the weird distortion that was turning his insides to mush. He looked up and realized he was under an electricity pylon and the hum from the volts grew louder and louder, making him wonder if his eardrums had busted.  A second later, lightening hit, causing the thing to explode with a tremendous boom which had him flying back to land in an ungraceful heap.  Thousands of sparks cascaded down upon him, and he flinched at the small brush burns. 
And then all was still. 
The hum was gone, but then so were all the lights.  Quiet descended and he pushed himself up to glance around.  No traffic lights, no street lights, nothing.  He stood, not sure what to do, because something was different.  Everything was…off.
A whimper had him twirling around, searching through the darkness of the alley, but he couldn’t make anything out.  So he walked over to his car, opened the door, clicked on the battery, and turned on the lights. 
A girl.
She hovered against the wall, eyes wider than they should be.  Blue maybe, or green.  It was obvious she was terrified by the rigidity in which she stood there.  He didn’t blame her one bit.  The damn exploding transformer had scared the shit out of him too.
“It’s okay,” he called out.  “It was just lightening.”
She didn’t say a word, just stared at him like he was some sort of monster.  He gave a self deprecating snort.  Maybe he was.

The New Year's Resolution - Happy 2020!

It's that time of year again. Resolutions to make and most definitely break, because if there is one constant to New Year's it's that the gung-ho attitude eventually cracks under day-to-day life. According to www.goskills.com, these are the top ten resolutions:

Exercise moreLose weightGet organizedLearn a new skill or hobby Live life to the fullestSave more money / spend less moneyQuit smokingSpend more time with family and friendsTravel moreRead moreFor me, I'm going to say having a more balanced life between work and exercise, trying to find that happy medium to be healthier. I'd also like to be a little better with money management, although that's a struggle with a teenage boy constantly growing. He's 13 and taller than I am.

Perhaps the real question is a resolution for the new decade about to begin. This past one has been productive on a professional level for me, and a romantic one on a personal level. I met the love of my life, Mike, and got married. I've taken a more hands-on approach on managing my stories. My goal is to continue writing quality books, bringing interesting characters to life. My husband's ten year goal is to start his own coffee business. Mine is to support myself as a full time author.

It is also the Year of the Rat. It's the first sign from the 12 animals cycle of the Chinese Astrology, and for this reason 2020 is considered a year of new beginnings and renewals. The Metal Rat Year is going to be a strong, prosperous, and lucky year for almost all Chinese zodiac signs.

I certainly hope so. I could use a bit of prosperity.

Whatever your goals may be, I hope 2020 is one full of dream fulfillment. Have a safe New Year and stop by often to read more on my blog with lots of interviews and spotlights on wonderful authors I've come to admire and call friends.

The Evernight Weekly Writing Challenge - Week 52

My Wedding Disaster 
I don't know if I would've picked this to be the last Writing Challenge of the year, but here we have it and here's what I have to say.
I've had two weddings. The first one was elaborate with a big white dress and lots of people. The only thing that went wrong that time was it was outside and the wind whipped my veil into my dad's way and when he went to tug his hand free, it ripped the veil from my head band. Luckily, it had so many bobby-pins that it stayed intact during the ceremony. 
Not that big of a disaster. I should've said the groom, because the marriage was obviously a mistake. Only lasted four years.
My second wedding took place twenty-five years later. I wanted to make sure I had found my Mr. Right before I got married again. We didn't do a big wedding, just went to the justice of the peace and had a five minute ceremony. Mike and I wore matching Star Wars shirts. The only disaster I had was actually my own fault, and it wasn't a disaster but something I do feel guilty about. I didn't know where the place was where the ceremony was being held, so I took off trying to find it and left my mom to struggle on her own. She has to use a walker and can't walk very well, so she goes very slowly. It wasn't very nice of me, and the only defense I'll make was that I was running behind and afraid they would bump me and Mike from the line-up if we were late. Still kinda shitty of me, and I still feel guilty.

Holiday Interview with Elyzabeth M. Valey!

1)      How long did it take you to write Weekend Magic (A Christmas Realm Tale)?

It took me approximately two months.

     2)      What inspired your holiday theme?
The magic of Christmas! I love the holiday season and the idea that during this time anything can be possible. That’s why The Christmas Realm is a magical place where myth and fairytale become reality.

It all started two years ago when I wrote the first book in the series, The Beauty of Forever. I had this idea in which the magic of Christmas and Santa was also a business –a very big one- filled with paranormal creatures who worked for the Jolly Ol’man. With every book I’ve been exploring new areas of this world and I absolutely love it!

     3)      When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I’m pretty sure it happened when I was around 8.

    4)      Do you have a writing quirk, or a habit when you write?
Not really.

     5)      What is your favorite holiday song? ….What is your least favorite?
My favorite holiday song is Mariah Carey’s All I want for Christmas is you. I can be found singing it at the top of my lungs at any given moment during the holiday season. LOL

My least favorite is Peace on Earth. I just can’t get into it.

     6)      What made this story special to you ?
To be honest, I love everything about this story. In Weekend Magic, a new area of The Christmas Realm opened up to me. It’s a place of astounding beauty and at the same time, just like all of the Realm, it’s a part of Santa’s business. Karnon, the hero, is an elk shifter, and I admit I loved creating his character and exploring the forest with him. While writing the story I just felt all of it was permeated with magic.

     7)      How do you keep yourself motivated to finish your stories?
Usually, I’m in love with my characters and their story, so when I’m writing the idea of getting it out there and sharing with my readers a new setting or a new love story is what keeps me going.

     8)      Do you have any special holiday traditions you like to share?
Every Christmas I like to make what we call at home “Cuban eggnog”.  It’s really easy to make and absolutely delicious. It’s also incredibly sweet because it includes condensed milk. I have a huge sweet-tooth.

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Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab and Golden Retriever mix, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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New Paranormal Release from Elizabeth Monvey!

Hello Elizabeth! Happy birthday! Thank you for stopping by so we can chat about your new release! So tell me...

Q) Is your book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Yes! It’s book 6 in my “My Boyfriend Is…” series, a series of short paranormal romances where each book features a different supernatural creature. I’ve written werewolves, vampires, aliens, ghosts, shifters, and in this one, an Incubus demon.

Q) What type of research did you do for your book?

This book features Wiccan practices so I wanted to stay true to that. I also read a lot about Incubus demons and the mythology around them to create a realistic story.



Q) Do you have a favorite book you’ve written?

There have been a few. I really liked the ghost story in My Ghostly Boyfriend because I felt it was pure love between the characters. I also liked the story of Carried Away because I tried hard to stay true to the Korean culture.



Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

Most of my books are stand-alones, although I have written two series. One was the Divergent Species and the other is an ongoing project with Jacey Holbrand titles Project Mars. I prefer to write stand-alones, however. I like the completion of each book.



Q) What are your upcoming projects?

My plans for 2020 include two more Project Mars books with Jacey and two more books in the My Boyfriend Is…series.  






Blurb:
Emmett owns an occult store. He firmly believes in magic. His boyfriend, Jackson, does not.

Yet none of that matters because they are devoted to each other. Until one night, when Emmett becomes the unexpected target of a sexual demon…an Incubus. Suddenly Emmett can’t remember their passionate nights. He’s slowly being taken over. And Jackson struggles with the realization that magic might just be real after all.

Now Jackson has to step in to fight for his love before the demon completely consumes Emmett.



Excerpt:
He touched the cast iron rim and a bolt of electricity seized through his body. Shocked, he yanked away and cradled his hand. Surprised, he backed away. The thing had never conducted such a static charge before, and he’d bought the things years ago at an estate sale from a known practitioner of Wiccan magic. Suddenly, everything about it now creeped him out, so Emmett decided to leave it be and head home. Gathering his stuff, he headed toward the door when suddenly a fierce wind whipped out of nowhere to encircle him.
            Frightened, Emmett stumbled back and tried to bat at the air that sucked the oxygen from his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. The swirling winds tore through him, bringing him to his knees. And as quickly as it had started, it abruptly ended, leaving him gasping.

            “You are a good vessel.”

            The whispered words echoed all around and Emmett looked up to see a shadow approaching. Slowly, it took shape, coalescing into a tall, thin creature with horns protruding from the sides of its head. Fear sliced through him and Emmett tried crab-walking away from it. 

            “I will keep you,” the thing seemed to hiss. It’s bright yellow eyes blazed with the heat of the sun. The thing solidified even more, turning into a man. With chiseled abs, a beautifully sculptured body with a large cock and balls.

            “W-what are you?” Emmett cried out.

            “You will feed me,” it taunted, not answering his question. In fact, Emmett couldn’t see its mouth moving. “I will be you and you will be me.”

             It stopped at Emmett’s feet and the thin lips twisted into some semblance of a smile. In a flash, Emmett remembered all he’d forgotten in the night before, and he remembered seeing this…creature?...before. It had rushed at him, making him collapse and pass out. And through the night, all the sex with Jackson had been because of this demon.

            “Tell me what you are,” he whispered, horrified.

            “I am a nightmare, induced to lie upon the unknowing. I have existed as far back as Mesopotamia and Samaria, to beget with women a demon hybrid. I thrive upon the sex of humans, no matter if be male or female.”

            Emmett wracked his brain for such a creature, finally coming to one horrifying  conclusion. “You’re in Incubus?”



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