by Saloni Quinby
Heat Level: Erotic
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover art: Bryan Keller
Purchase Links: Changeling Press
Ansley and Brayden were stolen as boys by the hated vampire pirate, Tarun, to work aboard his ship. As men, their friendship blossomed into a deep, undeniable love. They've built a life together and their home is the headquarters for the brotherhood of five rebels who broke free of their hated master. In the final battle between the vampire pirate and the Weapons of Redemption, Ansley and Brayden's love for each other will either save or destroy them.
The following excerpt from MARKSMEN is for readers 18 and over.
Brayden watched the play of muscles in Ansley's lean torso as he pulled back his bow and fired. His arrow hit the target on a distant tree dead center.
As mortals they had been excellent shots, but with their vampiric powers, they were as accurate in darkness as in daylight. Although they were trained with firearms as well, they preferred the bow and arrow. It was a far more elegant weapon, requiring more athletic ability.
Brayden got hard just from watching Ansley practice.
Glancing at Brayden, Ansley grinned. "Your turn."
"Actually I think we could use a break." Brayden stepped closer to Ansley and cupped the back of his neck.
"Do you?" The smoldering look in Ansley's eyes sent a thrill of lust through Brayden.
He kissed Ansley. Hard.
Ansley wrapped an arm around Brayden's waist and tugged him closer, so that their hard chests and cocks pressed against each other. Their tongues thrust into each other's mouths.
When the kiss broke, Ansley's eyes practically glowed--they were so vampiric and beautiful. Brayden could spend hours just looking into his eyes.
Sometimes he did. At night on the ship, when they weren't on watch, they would sometimes stare at each other until they fell asleep. After so many decades together, they could share such intimacy without feeling strange. Their bond was the best thing in Brayden's life.
Brayden removed Ansley's quiver, letting his fingertips caress his lover's sinewy shoulder and arm as he did so. He stepped back only to shrug off his own quiver.
Ansley grasped Brayden's waist and tugged him close again, kissing him deeply.