Marksmen
by Saloni Quinby
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/M
Genre/Themes: Vampire
Length: Novella
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover art: Bryan Keller
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Blurb:
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.
They stepped beneath the stream of warm water and Brayden pressed Ansley against the slick tile.
Their gazes locked, he said, “For over a hundred-fifty years we’ve been on the run from Tarun. All five of us have risked everything and nearly lost our lives several times. This last crisis was too close. I won’t lose you.”
“Brayden, listen to me.”
“No, you listen to me. You promised you’d follow where I lead. I say we’ve run as far as we can. It’s time to stop. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Ansley did know what Brayden meant. He sensed it and he agreed.
They couldn’t fight Tarun in the way the Weapons of Redemption had hoped they could. It would surely end in their death and the suffering of anyone who got close to them.
“I understand. It’s time to do what we have to–for us.”
A faint, sad smile tugged at Brayden’s lips. “Yes. For us. But this is for you.”
He turned Brayden toward to face the wall. His lover had saved him, given himself completely to Ansley regardless of the pain. Ansley didn’t clearly recall everything that happened in the cell, except for the feelings. The wildness, the violence, then the comfort and orgasmic pleasure.
He’d hurt Brayden and now he wanted to make up for it in the only way he could.
He brushed aside Brayden’s wet hair and kissed the back of his neck. He kissed his shoulders and back while caressing the hard muscles. Slowly he sank to his knees, running his lips down Brayden’s spine to the small of his back. He teased it with his tongue and kneaded his gorgeous ass.
“Ans,” Brayden breathed. “You don’t have–“
“Shh.”
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