The Glass Moth by D. Lieber #giveaway #dystopian #fantasy #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours
Excerpt
“I’m getting married!” Juliette burst through the door,
holding her ring finger up for the world to see. Well, for my dear husband of
twenty-two years and me to see.
Said dear husband rose from his chair with such gusto that the poor chair
clattered to the floor, victim of his temper. “What?!”
The humid June air clung to the back of my
neck as I stood. Pushing my graying hair out of my eyes, I took a step toward
my husband and placed a hand on his upper arm. I recognized the fear that
flashed beneath his anger. I’d seen that look far too many times lately
as she missed her curfew night after night all summer long.
“Tristan, dear, just...calm down, okay?” I cast a pleading glance
between him and our daughter. I could see the words on the edge of his tongue.
Don’t follow in my footsteps. His own impulsive marriage led to a
tragedy that impacted both our lives. I knew the thought of Juliette repeating
his mistakes kept him awake at night.
“Calm down?” Tristan tossed his hands up; then his arms
flopped to his thin torso’s sides.
“Your heart,” I said, stepping in front of him.
“Please.”
He
released a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, then righted his chair
and sat. “So, who’s the lucky guy?” he shot at Juliette.
“Don’t tell me it’s that long-haired hippie.”
It
wasn’t just the hair. David's casual attitude toward drugs reminded
Tristan too much of his own dance with addiction, though he'd never admit that
to her.
Juliette stood just
inside the open door. Only the screen separated her from darting outside and
the darkness swallowing her for another late night. Another night without a
curfew. Another night we hoped we could trust her judgment. Another night our
little girl proved she wasn’t so little anymore.
She crossed her arms over her chest and sent her
dad a glare worthy of one of his own. Her blue eyes held the same spark that
challenged, much like Tristan’s eyes. “Seriously, Dad? Like you
should talk.” She gestured toward his messy, longish hair.
“That’s not the point,”
Tristan said, teeth clenched. “You can’t just go running off with
the first guy who puts a ring on your finger. If he had any decency,
he’d have asked us first.”
Juliette closed the door and scoffed. “It’s 1967,
Daddio.” She popped her gum as she leaned against the table. “I
don’t need your permission.”
“Like hell you don’t.” Tristan stood, the
menacing tone creeping back into his voice.
I came between them. “Okay, both of you…
Can’t we talk about this?”
Juliette shifted her gaze to me. “Mom, please. Can’t you
make Dad see reason?”
I
held back a sigh and lifted my hand. About to place it on her shoulder, I
resisted and let my arm drop. “Juliette, this isn’t a good idea.
David isn’t—”
“Isn’t what, Mom?” A tremor ran through her voice. She
blinked rapidly, then stepped away. She headed for the door to the dining and
living rooms, stopping before she exited. “Why can’t you just be
happy for me for once?” Her footsteps banged through the house and up
the stairs. A slam of her bedroom door and I knew it would be unwise to knock
anytime the rest of the night.
(Taken 14)
Date Published: October 2, 2026
Publisher: ChangelingPress
Loren knows her job. She’s an angel of death. When she allows herself to be seen, there are no survivors. She drives too fast, has no filter, and bows to no man. Then she sees a vampire crumpled on the ground. It’s not his time. She can’t leave him to die, but she won’t get involved with him. Too bad he’s cute.
Michel never wanted to be turned. Never wanted to offer his services. Terminal illness? You’re going to perish anyway? Want to do it on your terms? Then he can help. It’s part of his death wish. But he can’t die. When he finds himself in the presence of the most beautiful, moodiest woman he’s ever seen, he can’t forget her. But she won’t touch him. He makes it his mission to get to know and melt her defenses so they can both have their heart’s delight.
If nothing else, he’ll die trying.
She kills. He can’t die. They shouldn’t work, but what if they did and the results are fire?
You are to report to Beelzebub immediately, a voice said in her head. Loren scrubbed both hands over her face. She hated when he called her. He never wanted anything good. Someone had to die. Always.
She rolled her shoulders, then waggled her head to stretch her neck before she ambled into the fiery man’s office.
“You called, Bubsy Baby?” she asked. She never referred to him by his preferred name. It just didn’t suit him. Or maybe it was to annoy him that she wouldn’t use the name he preferred.
“You know my name,” he snapped.
“Look up the number?” She folded her arms and sighed. “You’re not exactly menacing or scary behind that desk. You’re like a red-tinged middle management clown.”
His eyes blazed and he snarled. Flames licked his horns. He drummed his fingers on the desk. “Someone has to be in charge.”
“And you do it so well.” She sighed again. “What do you want? You only call when you want something.”
“You have a job to do.” He pointed to the screen behind him. “You have three, actually.”
“We’re still using screens? Isn’t that so last century?” She read the information and filed it away in her mind. She could be counted on to complete her mission without fail or issue.
“Why are you such a pain in my ass?” he asked. His glare deepened and he gritted his teeth. “You can’t just go along.”
“No, I can’t.” She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. “I have to be your torture because you were a shit when you still had your wings. I’m your punishment.” She didn’t care that she gave him such grief.
“Just bring me the souls I deserve.”
“You don’t deserve anything,” she replied. “But it’s my job.”
“If I could find someone else and give you a different one, I’d do it.”
“You love me,” she snapped, knowing full well he didn’t care for her at all. “I’ve got the orders.” She turned on her heel and strode back out of his office. If he were removed from his post tomorrow, she’d be just fine. Hell, she’d be happier.
“Don’t you dare leave this office until I give you permission,” Beelzebub shouted. “Wait, I haven’t told you where your targets are. You don’t even know where you’re going.”
“I don’t?” she said over her shoulder. “Eerie, it would appear.” She didn’t turn around but kept going. She wasn’t stopping until she got out of his disgusting palace. No one should have to look at so much death and suffering.
The display of bodies and souls in distress always churned her stomach. Sure, the humans could be dicks to each other.
She flicked her hand and opened the portal to the roughest bar in Eerie. Few beings were strong enough to withstand a night at Just One More. If there wasn’t a fight in progress, there was one about to start. Bottles were routinely thrown at anyone for just about any reason. There weren’t any waitstaff. Just three vampires who tended the bar. They barely spoke but expected high tips. She nodded to Stacy, the head vampire, then closed the portal and headed out to the cooler air of the night.
The smattering of lights on the building flickered. The parking lot hadn’t been paved in years and the potholes could prove dangerous for anyone under the influence. Sweat practically poured from the interior and the sound of laughter could be heard for a good mile from the place.
A hulking figure shielded her from the glare of the colored lights. “Hi, Jack. Get out of my way.” She’d been involved with him for a whole month and he thought he owned her. The fool. She barely let anyone get close to her. Jack had been a decent roll in the sheets, but he wasn’t relationship material.
“You’re here.” Jack Robideaux stood in her path. “Who are you here to collect?”
“Not you.”
“Anyone here?” Jack asked.
“Nope.” She sidestepped him. She didn’t feel like having this conversation. She kept going until she reached the parking lot where she’d left her car, hoping no one had keyed it while she’d been gone. The vehicle wasn’t anything to look at -- a worn ‘80 Mustang with chipped paint, a woefully underpowered engine and nearly bald tires, but the old girl got her where she needed to go. She unlocked the car and slid behind the wheel.
A bottle flew over the hood and broke on the fence, sending shards of glass through the air.
She growled, then flicked her fingers, directing the glass back to the guy who’d tossed the object in the first place.
“Sorry, Loren,” he called. “Fuck, that hurt.”
“You had it coming,” she said, then drove out of the lot. Fucker needed to watch where in the Hell he was throwing things. She sent rocks flying as she pulled onto the main road.
According to her list, she was headed to the Trollville area of Eerie. The trolls never bothered her, but if it was this one’s time to go, then she couldn’t stop fate. Atropos wasn’t terribly flexible when the end of the ribbon came. The being was expected to accept her determination.
But these were chosen by Bubsy. She snorted to herself. He had to know how much it delighted her to see him squirm when she called him by that name. Call it a perverse power play. She didn’t care. It gave her a minute to best him and worked every time.
She stopped by the crossing and waited. According to the screen, this troll was meant to pass while in the middle of the street. She hated this part. Why did beings have to be so violent to each other? She fiddled with the black diamond ring she always wore.
She noticed the male and female walking toward the road. The headlights of a car shone in the distance. That had to be how he died. Loren remained in her silent vehicle and waited. The man staggered and wobbled into the woman. She laughed and sagged into him.
Loren rolled her eyes. They were going to cause an accident because they were drunk. Cute. She could shout at them and get the pair out of the road, but that’d only piss off Bubsy and string her job out. Atropos would be pissed with her, too.
Not today.
The pair lazed out to the middle of the road. The woman dropped her purse. When she bent to pick it up, the car seemed to come out of nowhere. The sound of screeching tires, the scent of burnt rubber and the shriek of breaking glass filled the air. The woman’s scream could probably be heard outside of Eerie.
“Showtime,” Loren muttered. She left the car and made her way to the pair. The woman, her face covered in blood and her hair matted against the top of her head, reached for Loren.
“Help us,” the woman begged. “Call someone.”
“They’ve been called.” Loren shrugged, extending her black wings. Her leather jacket crinkled and creaked, and her boots thudded on the asphalt. “I should say I’m sorry.” But she wasn’t. She touched the man, who’d stopped breathing not more than thirty seconds after the car hit him.
“Go home,” Loren whispered. “Time for your ultimate reward.” She left her index print on his head, sending his soul to the depths of Hell. He dissipated into dust and his body was gone.
The woman screamed. “You killed him.” She swatted at Loren but missed. “You destroyed him.”
“It was his time,” Loren said and stood. She flexed her wings before tucking them away. “Now you’ll have to live with the guilt and anger for what happened. You’ll have to accept that you’ve done this. He’ll never come back.”
“Bring him back,” she said and lunged forward, grasping the front of Loren’s jacket. “He wasn’t supposed to die. I was. I’m the one who cheated. He was just along for the ride.”
Fuck. She hadn’t thought the drunken woman would’ve been so strong or fast. She swatted her away, then stepped back. “Talk to the devil. Your boyfriend is in his hands now.”
“Boyfriend?” She flopped backward onto her ass and her matted hair fell in her eyes. “He was my john.”
“Now he’s your gone.” Loren straightened her jacket and left the scene, almost as if nothing had happened.
One down, two to go…
Loren cleaned the blood from her hands once she settled behind the wheel of her car. She didn’t bother to watch the woman or call for help. That wasn’t her job. Besides, what would she say? The Angel of Death is calling and would like an ambulance to be sent to the corner of Oak and Elm? Yeah, that wouldn’t do much good. No one would believe her.
She drove away, leaving the scene. In the regular world, she’d be in trouble for fleeing the site of an accident. But no one saw her, save for the drunken woman and no one would believe her, either. They’d think Loren was a figment of her sloshy mind.
Loren flexed her fingers on the steering wheel. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a conversation with someone who wasn’t at Just One More. Certainly not with someone who wanted to speak to her.
Not that she wanted to have deep discussions with anyone. Most people annoyed her. She stopped at the traffic light and a thought occurred to her. If I’m not careful and don’t rein in my sarcastic attitude, I’ll turn into Bubsy.
She gagged.
No one is as insufferable as Bubsy.
She drove for two hours before reaching her next destination near Pittsburgh. She spied a man crossing the dark street. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head down. His gait was quick, like he was hurrying away from someone. She kept watching. This guy wasn’t on her list. Was he perishing tonight? This wasn’t exactly a great area and people did die here.
Another being rushed up to the man. Something glinted. A knife? She wasn’t going to be a witness to this. Loren parked and surged from her vehicle. She lunged between the men, pushing the first one out of the way.
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best MĂ©nage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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Speculative Fiction
Date Published: May 21, 2026
Continuing from THE SIMPLER, Senga Munro’s disappearance prompts discussion as to -what- she may be. Her herbal notebook has been discovered in an old man’s medicine bundle from the 1800s, wherein Senga details her captivity in an underground cave. One morning, she awakes in a Cheyenne camp, believing she is part of a living history project. Upon her extraordinary return, she discovers a world altered and transformed by “The Phenomenon,” an evolutionary leap in consciousness that has reshaped global values and circumstances.
Through its rich tapestry of characters, historical elements, and philosophical musings, the series explores the complexities of human experience, the sacredness of the Earth, and the transformative power of compassion and understanding. It is a meditation on the struggles and triumphs that define both individual lives and collective humanity.
RenĂ©e Carrier and her husband, a retired school superintendent, tend a small apple orchard, two gardens, and raise garlic and herbs—medicinal and culinary. RenĂ©e is a past recipient of the Frank Neilson Doubleday Writing Award by the Wyoming Arts Council. She continues to sing and play the odd musical performance and practice family herbalism, which wends its way into her writing "like a possessed vine." She enjoys knitting, walking, reading, viewing good films, and traveling.
Date Published: 06-06-2023
Publisher: KCIN Entertainment Group, LLC
Books 1 & 2 (Book 3 releases September 8, 2026.)
Judge Keenan Waters and his family have spent decades building a legacy of power, influence, and respect. But behind the perfect public image lie buried secrets, betrayal, and deadly consequences that threaten to destroy everything they've built.
As loyalties are tested and relationships crumble, the Waters family is pushed closer to the edge of ruin. With shocking twists and intense family drama, the Dark Waters series keeps the readers turning pages until the very end.
Perfect for fans of Black & African American Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Fiction, the first two books are available now, with the shocking conclusion, Dark Waters 3, arriving September 8, 2026.
Book two of Dark Waters is an engaging continuation of the Waters family's turbulent story. Nick Haskins keeps the focus on a family that has spent generations building power and influence, while showing just how dangerous the secrets behind that legacy can become.
The strongest part of this installment for me was the growing uncertainty. Loyalties are constantly being tested, and the line between family devotion and self-preservation becomes increasingly blurred. The deeper the story goes, the more it feels like every revelation has the potential to create another problem. That combination of family drama and suspense made it easy to keep turning the pages.
About the Author
Nick Haskins is the author of the Dark Waters series, as well as novels She's Obsessed, Betrayed, My Husband's Wife, and On the Edge of Heat.
Known for his suspenseful storytelling and unforgettable characters, Haskins has spent more than a decade building a catalog of contemporary drama and suspense that has attracted readers across the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, and Australia.
Born and raised in Toledo, Ohio, where he still resides, Haskins began his publishing career in 2011 and has remained committed to independently producing professional, reader-focused books. In addition to writing novels, he is creating film and visual media projects based on his work.
Haskins continues to connect with readers while developing new stories to expand his publishing catalog.
Children's Book
Date Published: August 26, 2026
Is your little one feeling a mix of big excitement and nervous tummy butterflies about starting school? You are not alone. Turning the page to a new school year is a massive step, but a smooth transition is completely possible.
Amaya’s Welcome to Kindergarten is a warm, beautifully illustrated children's picture book designed to transform back-to-school anxiety into pure joy and confidence.
Making New Friends: Easing social anxieties and learning how to share.
Meeting the Teacher: Realizing that the classroom is a safe, loving, and supportive place.
Classroom Rules Made Easy: Learning what to expect from routines down the hall.
Why Parents and Educators Love This Book:
Perfect Read-Aloud: Ideal for cozy bedtime reading before the big day or as an early childhood classroom read-aloud.
Diverse & Inclusive: Features multicultural characters that celebrate early childhood representation and emotional readiness.
The Ultimate Milestone Gift: A wonderful pre-K graduation keepsake or summer bridge book to prepare children emotionally for the transition.
Help your child step onto the school bus with a brave smile and an excited heart.
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Middle-grade fantasy Adventure, fantasy
Date Published: January 6, 2026
Publisher: MindStir Media
One boy. One impossible dream. One journey that could change his world forever.
When a mysterious force hurls young Chetanna into the home of an enigmatic old bird, he arrives carrying an extraordinary dream: to bring peace to the wicked and divided world around him.
Even Chetanna is unsure such peace is possible.
But when his mother tells him of a distant land of possibilities—a place where hidden answers may be found—Chetanna finally sees a path forward. As darkness spreads across the island he calls home, he begins a dangerous quest armed with only a slingshot, a mysterious name whispered by his mother, and the ancient power of the Eight.
Chetanna believes that courage, hope, and determination will be enough to complete his mission.
He is wrong.
Halfway through the journey, betrayal changes everything. The companions he trusted most abandon him, convinced that the quest is doomed. Left for dead and stranded in an unforgiving wilderness, Chetanna loses nearly everything he depended upon.
He should turn back.
He should surrender.
Instead, he holds tightly to the one thing no enemy can take from him: his dream of creating a better world.
Driven by resilience, courage, kindness, and an unshakable belief in what might still be possible, Chetanna presses forward. But when he finally reaches the legendary land he has risked everything to find, a devastating truth awaits—one powerful enough to destroy his mission and shatter everything he believes.
The Baal of Shangisha is a lyrical middle-grade fantasy adventure filled with mystery, ancient power, dangerous choices, unexpected betrayal, and unforgettable lessons about hope, sacrifice, selflessness, and perseverance.
Perfect for readers who enjoy:
Blending atmospheric storytelling, African cultural echoes, and timeless themes, O. Mez delivers a powerful debut novel for young readers who believe that courage is not the absence of fear—but the decision to keep moving forward.
How far would you go to save your world when everyone else has stopped believing?
Begin Chetanna’s unforgettable journey in The Baal of Shangisha today.
The fantasy elements, mysterious forces, wilderness dangers, and legendary destination create an engaging sense of adventure, while the story's deeper messages about kindness, sacrifice, forgiveness, and resilience give the book substance beyond its magical elements.
This is a thoughtful middle-grade fantasy for readers who enjoy courageous young heroes. Chetanna's journey is ultimately a reminder that even when hope seems unreasonable, refusing to surrender it can be an act of extraordinary courage.
O. Mez is a Nigerian-born author whose storytelling is shaped by the rich oral traditions, cultural rhythms, and imaginative tales that surrounded him while growing up. Inspired by stories passed down through generations, he writes lyrical, atmospheric fantasy that explores courage, resilience, hope, and the quiet strength of those who dare to believe in a better world.
Now based in Colorado, Mez brings together African cultural echoes, timeless life lessons, and immersive fantasy adventure to create meaningful stories for young readers. His debut middle-grade fantasy novel, The Baal of Shangisha, follows a young hero on a dangerous quest filled with mystery, betrayal, ancient power, and the unshakable determination to change his world.
Through his writing, Mez hopes to encourage children to embrace kindness, perseverance, selflessness, and the belief that even the smallest voice can make a lasting difference.
When he is not writing, he enjoys watching football, spending time with his wife and daughters, and reading stories about forgotten lands, brave souls, and extraordinary journeys.
How to Stop Scrolling Through Your Life and Start Living It
You’re not broken. You’re overstimulated.
Reclaim is the kind of book that makes you pause and look at your own daily habits a little differently. Heather Henderson tackles a problem that has become so woven into modern life that many of us barely notice it anymore: how often we reach for a screen without consciously deciding to do so.
This is an insightful and accessible exploration of digital well-being that goes beyond screen-time statistics. Reclaim encourages readers to notice the moments they are giving away and consider what they might do with that time instead.
Historical Fiction
Date Published: 09-23-2026
Publisher: Echoes Publishing
At the turn of the century, twenty-three-year-old Paul Tietjens is a gifted classical pianist with dreams of greatness and a non-refundable ticket to Europe to study with the master composers of his time.
But when the bank calls in the debt on his family’s Missouri farm, Paul forgoes his dream to save them from financial ruin. Desperate to find a new road to success, he moves to up-and-coming Chicago, where he persuades author L. Frank Baum to collaborate on a comic opera of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, setting the stage for the defining cultural touchstone that we know today.
Paul embarks on his opera with high hopes, but scandal threatens his soaring ambition when he falls in love with his best friend’s beautiful but married sister, and his fears grow as the Wizard of Oz demands not only his talent but his soul.
Inspired by Paul’s 1901 diary, The Lark follows Paul as he journeys from the theaters of Chicago to the streets of Manhattan, from his family’s Missouri farm to the beaches of Michigan, fighting to hang onto the chance of a lifetime, his integrity, and the woman he loves.
From Chapter 27 of The Lark by Laura C. Rader
After lunch, I sat at the parlor piano and ran through some of the songs
for The Wizard of Oz, replaying each moment with Katherine in my mind as my
fingers played the keys. She sat nearby, silently reading Persuasion, our
glances meeting now and again as Daisy played with Lina and Vita in between
sorting through the boarding house accounts. I mulled over the sanctity of
marriage, the frailties of the heart, and the ominous predictions of the palm
reader. My fate was surely sealed, and I only prayed I hadn’t somehow
thrown Katherine’s completely off course.
In addition to The Lark, Laura C. Rader is the award-winning author of the historical novel Hatfield 1677, based on the lives of her ancestors in Hatfield, Massachusetts, in the seventeenth century.
When she isn’t writing, you can find her researching history for her books and her family tree and spending time with family, friends, and pets.
A native of southern California, she now lives north of Raleigh, North Carolina.
Please go to www.lcrwriter.com for more info on her books or to subscribe to her newsletter.
Date Published: September 25, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
Javen and Gara were bred to be the perfect soldiers, protecting New Earth from the scourge from above. As lovers, they were created to resonate in perfect harmony with each other, their lives the stuff of legends. But they proved to be evolution's darlings, developing beyond anything the scientists had ever dreamed of, their advancement eclipsing that of their creators.
Now their only hope is a planet of their own, where they can live free -- free to construct a new society based on the ideals of justice and honor. But with dangerous factions at work, a mysterious prophesy, and an old enemy amassing, this stunning melody may ring out with the perfect notes to save the worthy and unworthy alike.
Freedom demands an awful price.
Copyright ©2026 Stephanie Burke
"Bonded, let down my braid?" The silver-haired man asked the question politely as he gracefully dropped to his knees beside his beloved.
Javen looked up at his tora through silver lashes, his purple eyes gleaming in anticipation as he licked full, pouty lips. His lithe body was covered in an odd type of silk wrap, the weave plainly visible, but the material soft as air. Several colorful strands of blue and purple, strands of hair from fallen comrades, made up a pattern in the cloth. His long, pale fingers rested on his slim thighs, his poise perfect as he awaited the response.
"Shall I unbind you, my mate?" The question was asked in a low, gravelly voice, the desire and intent clear. Gara the Red, High Lord Chancellor of this particular space station far above New Earth Sphere, observed his mate, his cock swelling, his blood running hot. "Shall I release you to take what pleasures I can off that pale body of yours?"
Javen seemed to shiver, though his body remained perfectly still. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of his bonded, trilling a soft, vibrating song of desire as he felt his own erection grow. "Unbind me, bonded, if you dare… if you have a need of the pleasures this pale flesh can bring you."
Javen tilted his head to the side, shifted his shoulders, and allowed his robe to slide from one shoulder, exposing a chest decorated with what appeared to be elaborate, pale purple tattoos.
Javen's scales were beautiful, strong, soft and iridescent against his pale skin. They outlined his hairline at his forehead, trailed down along his neck to the backs of each arm. They overran the backs of his hands, giving him the look of an exotic jeweled statue. They continued around his chest, across his lower abdomen, and down his outer thighs.
Naked, he was a thing of grace and style, of beauty that no human being could dare possess. But… he was not human. He wiggled his talon-tipped toes in excitement, his eyes burning with desire.
"Oh, I have a need," Gara chuckled, reaching down and cupping his cock, running the flat of his hand along its hardness. Javen could almost feel the heat wafting off his beloved's body, and thrummed louder.
Gara threw back his head and moaned, his own touch stoking his desires higher as he observed the signs of need in his usually reserved mate. Javen was one of the most polite, perfectly poised ryuujin who had ever been created. To see him react so wildly to his own heat cycle… Magnificent.
Gara ripped his tunic from his body, ruffling his wild mane of red hair and exposing his broad, scarred chest in the process, tossing the shreds of material aside.
"Come," he purred, reaching out with both hands, tangling his fingers in his mate's hair. "Come ease my need."
He gripped the bands of ribbons that liberally twined through his mate's braid, a braid he himself had placed in Javen's hair earlier that morning. Javen tossed his head back, his trill growing deeper in his throat as he exposed his neck, his most vulnerable point, to his beloved.
Gara wasted no time in bending over and running his clawed fingers over Javen's neck, caressing the soft, firm skin and the raised scales that he so loved to touch, to lick, to nibble and suck.
Javen nestled into his mate's palm, his trill softening as Gara's hands -- his strong, scarred hands -- pushed the robe from his body, allowing it to fall around his waist.
"Do you have any idea how hard you make me?" Gara growled. He moved closer, closing his eyes and pulling in the spicy scent of his mate's neck, the heat of his desire so at odds with his cool skin.
"I can --" Javen reached up, pressing his hands to the heat between his bonded's thighs, feeling the rigid column of flesh that throbbed at his caress. "-- feel." His other hand joined the first, tugging at the tie at the waist, wanting the material gone that separated him from what he wanted.
He lifted his head again, leaning forward to nuzzle into his bonded's groin, bathing the head of his mate's cock with his cool breath. Throwing back his head, Gara purred and gripped his beloved's head, pushing him deeper against his crotch.
"That is what you want?" Gara demanded.
"Yes," Javen snarled, his eyes near glowing as he rose up to his full height, towering over his lover by more than a few inches.
"Then come and take it."
About the Author
Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.
From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.
Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.
Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.
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