Blood, Sex and Leers
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/M/F
Genre/Themes: Shapeshifter
Length: Novella
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-490-0
Purchase Links: Changeling Press
Reluctant time travelers Sefu, Tiago and Zandra land in Romania in 1686. After the trio’s experience in the old west, Tiago refuses to mingle with humans again, but his companions have other plans.
A wealthy family of vampires threatens a nearby village, demanding human sacrifices to satisfy their bloodlust. Vamps might be the legendary lords of sex and violence, but they haven’t met Rough, Tough and Tumble.
Although Sefu, Tiago and Zandra are shapeshifters, they learn that the vampires aren’t what they appear to be. Once again Rough, Tough and Tumble exercise their seduction skills and confront their innermost fears while doing battle in the past.
The following excerpt from BLOOD, SEX AND LEERS is for readers 18 and over.
Tiago closed his eyes and concentrated, changing into attire that he believed would fit the time–buckled shoes, breeches, a waistcoat and a cravat, all in basic black and white. His long, straight hair became wavy and he sprouted a moustache and goatee.
When he finished the change, he released a pent-up breath and opened his eyes to find Sefu watching him carefully.
“Shapeshifting really does put a strain on you, doesn’t it?” Sefu asked quietly.
“Sometimes,” Tiago grudgingly admitted. After so many years in prison, with his powers neutralized, his skills needed refreshing. His first attempt at changing shape once he’d been freed from the silver detention bracelet, had been painful. Silver prevented Aspectians from changing shape and prisoners in maximum security were not allowed to use their shapeshifting abilities at any time during their sentence.
Now each time he shifted with more ease than the last. Soon he would be as versatile as ever.
“Have you ever seen an Earth wolf?” Tiago asked.
Sefu snorted. “Seen one? I’ve fought in the shape of a wolf many times in the arena.”
“Good. Change into one now. I’ll enter the palace as a traveling nobleman and you’ll be my trained wolf.”
“Hey! Why do I always have to be an animal?”
Tiago glared at him. “Be happy I didn’t suggest you shift into a horse and let me ride you to the castle. “
Sefu grinned roguishly. “You can ride me anytime.”
“Can you keep your mind off sex, at least until we rescue Zandra?”
“I’ll do my best. Now tell me why I need to be your pet wolf.”
“Because I’m more familiar with this time period and will probably be better able to con our hosts. While I’m keeping them occupied, you can use your wolfish sense of smell to track down Zandra.”
A smile flirted with Sefu’s lips. “Oh. So you’re really the decoy and I’m the hero.”
Tiago raised his eyes to the heavens. “Whatever. Just don’t mess up this plan, Sefu. Remember, Zandra is restrained by silver. Her life is truly in danger.”
“I know. I’m the one who wanted to bust in there and–“
Closing his eyes, Tiago fought to restrain his temper. “Just change into a wolf so we can get this over with.”
Within seconds Sefu stood in the shape of a large black wolf with piercing blue eyes. For a moment Tiago could only stare at him in wonder. Sefu was truly a master of beast shapes. As a wolf he exuded a beauty and power that enthralled Tiago.
“Perfect,” Tiago breathed, unable to resist kneeling beside Sefu and caressing his thick, black coat. Their gazes locked and Tiago cleared his throat and added, “I mean adequate. Let’s go.”
The men walked to the castle and approached a side door where Tiago used a heavy iron knocker to alert the residents.
Moments later, a heavyset, gray-haired man dressed in servant’s attire greeted them with a scowl. His gaze shifted from Tiago to the wolf then back to Tiago.
“Yes?” he demanded.
“I’ve been separated from my traveling party and have come to ask shelter for the night.”
The man shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, “Go to the village. It’s not far and–“
“Gavril!” a soft male voice demanded. “I heard the door knocker. Do we have visitors?”
Gavril raised an eyebrow in question, as if expecting Tiago to take his advice and flee to the village.
Tiago remained still and Gavril turned toward the back of the stone foyer. A slender, chestnut-haired man dressed similarly to Tiago in black and white stood with a shoulder leaning against a stone archway. His dark, smoldering eyes studied Tiago and the faintest smile tugged at his narrow lips.
“Gavril, the polite thing to do is ask our visitor inside. It’s a cold night.”
“Yes, master.” The servant nodded, then stepped aside and gestured for Tiago and his “wolf” to enter.
Once they stood in the foyer, Gavril closed the door behind them. Tiago and the master of the house held each other’s gazes until his host straightened and approached.
“I am Alexandru,” he said, his eyes reminded Tiago of two burning coals.
After three years in a high security prison, he had seen the worst criminals imaginable. This man had the eyes of a serial killer.
Sefu must have felt the same way about him because he growled softly, his head low and blue gaze lifted. Every muscle in his powerful body looked tense and ready for action.
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