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One Delicious Man or Two?
By: H.C. Brown
Word Count: 28800Published By: Spunk Books ISBN # 9780992371425 Heat Index 
Available in: Epub, , Adobe Acrobat
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About the book
Zor, a Fae male has spent some time observing Landon a deliciously handsome bad boy. He is convinced he is a shifter from a future race known as the Ecatnie. Zor is attracted to the human and decides to discover if his assumptions are correct.
After making contact, he convinces Landon to leave his home, FB and TV and follow him into Other World with the promise of magic and free love. In this new dimension, Landon is impatient, he wants Zor with a passion but Zor is holding out, not wanting to make a mistake and have his heart broken.
After making contact, he convinces Landon to leave his home, FB and TV and follow him into Other World with the promise of magic and free love. In this new dimension, Landon is impatient, he wants Zor with a passion but Zor is holding out, not wanting to make a mistake and have his heart broken.
An excerpt from the book
Zor walked beside Landon at a slow pace along the quiet streets. The moon bathed the way, nestled in a sky filled with stars. He took a long, deep breath, glad to be away from the den of iniquity. The cool, night air held a refreshing breeze, a welcome change from the artificial Nomag environment in the casino. Landon walked close beside him and brushed his arm, or touched his back during their conversation. He’s trying to glamor me.
A short time later, Landon stopped under a tree and leaned his impressive body against the trunk.
“I get the feeling you want me. My cat tells me you smell of lust. This pretense of innocence doesn’t add up.”
Zor smiled, he wanted him so bad it had showed on his face. “What I want must wait. When I explain everything about the realms and your people, you may not want to start a relationship with me.”
“That’s not true―what you said before, it sounds exciting. I like excitement — I live for it. I’m driven by my instincts.” Landon slipped his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans.
“It’s part of what you are. Instinct and scent are what drives the Pride males. However, I’m worried this attraction you have for me might be a mistake.”
“I don’t think so, my instincts are usually correct. And I want to taste you so bad it’s killing me.” Landon pushed away from the tree and moved closer.
Zor groaned. Landon snaked his long fingers around his head and pulled him into a devastating kiss. His warm lips crushed Zor’s mouth, branding him, devouring him. Zor’s knees buckled and his glamor fled. He moaned, kissing Landon back with ferocious need. Landon’s hard body pressed against him, and each point of contact became a slow burn destroying his resolve. He dragged his mouth away, gasping for breath. “Gods, we’re out in the open.”
Landon stared down at him. Zor’s mouth was wet and swollen from his kiss and the color high in his cheeks. He liked that, seeing the effect he had on him. Desire shone in Zor’s eyes. He wants me. I fucking knew it. He brushed his thumb over Zor’s bottom lip. “There’s no one around and who cares?”
“They will if they see my wings.” Zor fluttered his wings.
Landon stared dumbfounded. He stepped back a few paces and his back collided with the tree. Before him, Zor had exploded into a cloud of white, diaphanous wings.
“Wings—hell, are you an angel? I mean, fuck! Now I’m going to hell for sure.”
“I’m not an angel. I’m Fae. Sorry, it was the kiss. Passion drops my glamor.” Zor folded his wings.
Landon rubbed his eyes. His mouth shut with a click. He tried to speak but his confused mind would not form coherent thought. The street moved in and out of focus and he blinked. Zor’s face came into view, his expression bleak. The man, if he was a man, touched his arm. His magnificent wings slid into his back and disappeared.
A short time later, Landon stopped under a tree and leaned his impressive body against the trunk.
“I get the feeling you want me. My cat tells me you smell of lust. This pretense of innocence doesn’t add up.”
Zor smiled, he wanted him so bad it had showed on his face. “What I want must wait. When I explain everything about the realms and your people, you may not want to start a relationship with me.”
“That’s not true―what you said before, it sounds exciting. I like excitement — I live for it. I’m driven by my instincts.” Landon slipped his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans.
“It’s part of what you are. Instinct and scent are what drives the Pride males. However, I’m worried this attraction you have for me might be a mistake.”
“I don’t think so, my instincts are usually correct. And I want to taste you so bad it’s killing me.” Landon pushed away from the tree and moved closer.
Zor groaned. Landon snaked his long fingers around his head and pulled him into a devastating kiss. His warm lips crushed Zor’s mouth, branding him, devouring him. Zor’s knees buckled and his glamor fled. He moaned, kissing Landon back with ferocious need. Landon’s hard body pressed against him, and each point of contact became a slow burn destroying his resolve. He dragged his mouth away, gasping for breath. “Gods, we’re out in the open.”
Landon stared down at him. Zor’s mouth was wet and swollen from his kiss and the color high in his cheeks. He liked that, seeing the effect he had on him. Desire shone in Zor’s eyes. He wants me. I fucking knew it. He brushed his thumb over Zor’s bottom lip. “There’s no one around and who cares?”
“They will if they see my wings.” Zor fluttered his wings.
Landon stared dumbfounded. He stepped back a few paces and his back collided with the tree. Before him, Zor had exploded into a cloud of white, diaphanous wings.
“Wings—hell, are you an angel? I mean, fuck! Now I’m going to hell for sure.”
“I’m not an angel. I’m Fae. Sorry, it was the kiss. Passion drops my glamor.” Zor folded his wings.
Landon rubbed his eyes. His mouth shut with a click. He tried to speak but his confused mind would not form coherent thought. The street moved in and out of focus and he blinked. Zor’s face came into view, his expression bleak. The man, if he was a man, touched his arm. His magnificent wings slid into his back and disappeared.
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