Monday, October 27, 2014

WIP - Untitled Vampire

Valyn Ambrogio was not happy to be what he was. Soon, the time would come for his first feeding and once that happened, there was no going back. Not that he could change the fact that he was a vampire, and a prince at that, even if he wanted to.
He also wasn’t thrilled to know that Baldassare would be bonded to him. The older vamp was conditioned to be his protector, but Valyn couldn’t stand the guy. He was voracious when feeding, turning Valyn’s stomach.
Then there was his friendship with Chesten Murray, a human. A friendship that Valyn wished was so much more. Chesten didn’t know what Valyn was, and he had to keep that secret. There was no doubt that Chesten wouldn’t understand and would be scared of him.
That secret didn’t last when Valyn’s need to feed snuck up on him and he lost control, in front of his best friend. Chesten ran and shut Valyn out, refusing to see him or talk to him so he could explain.
It was when Baldassare found out Chesten knew about Valyn that things got complicated. Valyn couldn’t let Baldassare hurt Chesten, much less kill him. But how he was supposed to keep Chesten safe when his bond to Baldassare was completed after he fed?
And how was he to live for an eternity knowing the man he loved thought him a monster?
Chesten Murray had harbored a huge crush on his best friend, Valyn since the day he met the other man. Valyn was so damn gorgeous and had a fragility to him that drew Chesten in like a moth to flame.
Valyn was a fascinating contradiction to Chesten. Seemingly strong, yet vulnerable. He didn’t understand it, but didn’t care. His heart wanted the other man, and his body too.
It was when Chesten witnessed Valyn attacking someone that his impression of his friend was shattered, along with his heart. He knew what his eyes had seen, and even if he didn’t want to believe it, Chesten realized, the man he cared about was a monster.

How was he supposed to live with that knowledge and the heartache that came with it?

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WIP - Untitled Shifter4

Tobiah Jorgenson has a quiet life as a meteorologist for the small town of Minot, North Dakota. He lives several miles northwest of the town near the northern border to the Upper Souris National Wildlife Rescue. 
Except for the occasional trips into Minot for supplies, Tobiah keeps to himself. His well aware the townsfolk consider him a recluse, a strange hermit that no one really knows.
That suits Tobiah just fine. Thanks to an attack three years ago, he isn’t someone that anyone would want to know. He’s a monster.
Much to his chagrin, his quiet life is suddenly shattered by the appearance of two young men. Both are dirty, starving…and naked. Tobiah’s first instinct is to turn them away. But he can’t, even if it’s dangerous for them to be in his home.
What he learns throws his world into chaos.
Pike and his brother Fenn were desperate. Kicked out of their pack by a sadistic Alpha, they grab their brother Knute and run. It’s killing Pike that he can’t provide for his little brothers, but none of them are old enough to shift yet, so can’t hunt to fill their bellies.
When they stumble across a large cabin, Pike makes the decision to seek help. Fenn refuses to let Pike go alone, but they hide Knute in the forest surrounding the place until they make sure it’s safe.
Pike relaxes when he scents that the man in the cabin is a created one. Except Tobiah seems to fear what he is, even as he tries to keep it a secret from Pike. But he’s agreed to help them.
The longer they are there, the more agitated Tobiah becomes, until he disappears into the forest. Left alone, Pike retrieves Knute and waits. Except time runs out when he goes through his first shift.
Then things get complicated. Because Pike realizes…Tobiah is a Nyingi Alpha and is not only his mate, but mate to his brothers, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

WIP - Untitled "fluff" contemporary

Emre Butler considered himself an ordinary guy; working at a small antiques store in downtown Crater Falls, a boyfriend here and there, plain face, average body, boring clothes.
All that changed when he rescued a man out of a car wreck. Now he was a hero. Suddenly he was special. He didn’t like it. Too much attention, too many eyes on him. But what was he supposed to do?
The man he’d rescued just before the car exploded was famous. As a matter of fact, Chet Dalenvers was a legend in the sports industry. Retired quarterback, philanthropist, activist. And probably the most gorgeous guy Emre had ever met.
And so out of Emre’s league…
Emre was uncomfortable with the shower of gratitude from Chet, especially when he could see—something—under all the posturing for the cameras and the world. It took some time, but Emre finally figured it out. Chet was lonely and depressed.
Well, Emre knew all about those emotions. Maybe, just maybe, he could alleviate Chet’s despondency. It certainly wouldn’t be a hardship to have some fun with the beautiful man.
It was a mistake…because Emre lost his heart. Now who was going to rescue him?
Chet was sure that his driver had something to do with wrecking his car, but he’d never have the chance to ask since the man died. Chet himself would be dead if it weren’t for Emre. Jesus, but the guy was as cute as he could be.
And certainly not interested in a washed up football player with a bad shoulder.
Not that Chet had come out publically. He could. He had no reason to hide, wasn’t scared for the world to know he preferred men. But what was the point when he’d be alone the rest of his life?
He made sure Emre understood how grateful he was that he’d saved Chet’s life. Even befriending him just to have some time to be close to the pretty man. Then came the night Chet would never forget. The night Emre became more than a friend.
Chet had had liaisons with men before, but nothing compared to the passion he felt with Emre. An adoration that was overwhelming.

Did Emre feel it too? Or would he eventual leave and break Chet’s heart?

WIP - Untitled Dom

Vicente Soriano is a bitter and dangerous man. By day, he is a prosecutor for the Attorney General’s office, merciless and almost inhuman. At night? At night he is a Dom at Chains, one of the darker dungeon clubs in the city. Acquaintances in all aspects of his life call him “sir”.
He has put away hundreds of criminals, and has at least that many enemies. He is ruthless, hard and unforgiving. His mind is sharp, his tongue sharper and he’s almost vicious in prosecuting the derelicts and scum that think they can bypass the law and get away with their crimes. He has earned the respect of law enforcement, but it doesn’t matter to him.
Subs fear him, yet clamor to do scenes with him. Other Dom’s avoid him. No one at Chains knows his real identity. He wears a mask, uses only “Sir” and is considered a cold and calculating Dom. And what has made him the way he is?
Someone out in the cruel world killed his family…
Ronan Dyer is not at all sure about the placing of Marianna Soriano’s children with her brother. The man was an unfeeling machine. Even the cops who were investigating the death of Marianna didn’t have a lot to say about the man, other than he was good at what he did. No one really knew him.
Ronan figured, once Vicente Soriano was appraised of the situation, Ronan was going to have to find foster homes for the children. A man like Vicente wasn’t going to want to take on a four year old little boy and a six month old baby girl. Ronan couldn’t even picture it.
What he could picture irritated the crap out of him. Why the hell he was attracted to the man was a mystery. He was cold, arrogant, and controlling. And wickedly beautiful. Not even close to the usual men Ronan fancied. And the complete opposite of Ronan. He would do his duty by the Soriano children and then get the hell away from Vicente.
At least that’s what was supposed to happen…

WIP - Skin Deep

Aleque never thought he’d resort to using an online service for dates, but finding a man who would accept his kink wasn’t easy.
The fetish sites were interesting, but unsatisfying. A substitute for something—someone—he wanted desperately to find. A man that would care for him the way he was.
Being an extreme masochist tended to scare men away, most thinking he needed a psychiatrist more than a lover. Aleque had been there, done that. He wasn’t sick, wasn’t mentally ill. He just got off on pain. His fetish was never to the point of endangering his life. He wasn’t suicidal in any way. So how do you explain that to someone?
And, more importantly, how do you find a man who would accept that part of him?
Kye wasn’t sure about the date he’d arranged off a dating service, but his sister had insisted he needed to get laid. Kye hated that she was right. He’d been without for a long time. But she didn’t know just what Kye was looking for.
He wasn’t a dom in the normal sense of the word. Dominant, certainly, but it wasn’t the control he was after. What really aroused him, his sister would never understand. No one would, which was why Kye kept that part of himself private.
Meeting Aleque was a dream come true, or so he thought. But even he, as into inflicting pain as he was, struggled with what Aleque craved. Could he be the man that Aleque needed to satisfy his desire for pain?
Could he live with what he did to make Aleque happy?

WIP - Understanding the Bridge

Aeryan wasn’t sure what to do with the young man he’d stopped from jumping off a bridge. He’d never encountered someone intent on ending his life. He wasn’t equipped to handle the emotional rollercoaster that was Niklys Davenport.
What do you do with someone who was withdrawn, tight-lipped, scared and yet now considered you their savior? Aeryan was uncomfortable with that title, though Niklys had never actually called him that. And what possessed him to bring the troubled young man back to his home?
Days into having Niklys there, Aeryan’s family grew concerned, his sister urging him to send Niklys on his way. But Aeryan couldn’t do it. What if Niklys tried again? And succeeded? Aeryan would have to live with that the rest of his life. And, honestly, the man was too damn beautiful for his life to be snuffed out.
Aeryan’s only solution was to take one day at a time. What he hadn’t counted on was Niklys eventually opening up to him. The man had major trust issues. Just one more thing Aeryan was not familiar with.
And when he learned why he’d found Niklys on that bridge, his heart broke for the life Niklys tried to end.
Niklys was surprised, then angry at the man who’d stopped him from ending his misery. How dare he? Niklys didn’t have anything to live for and he certainly hadn’t expected the handsome man to offer him a place to stay.
Niklys didn’t know what to do. Aeryan was so kind, so patient in the face of Niklys’s drama. He didn’t push to know why Niklys wanted to end his life and Niklys didn’t want to burden Aeryan with the things that had happened and why he was the way he was.
Yet, he found himself relaxing around the man. Not something he would have done with anyone else. Niklys didn’t trust him, trusted Aeryan’s family even less, but he couldn’t hurt him. And Niklys was certain that if he followed through with what he wanted to do, he would hurt Aeryan.
What shocked him the most, though, was the attraction he felt towards Aeryan. At first he thought it hero worship, except he was not happy that Aeryan had interfered. Then he feared that Aeryan would be disgusted and revolted by Niklys’s orientation, just as his family had been. Except he wasn’t. When Niklys figured out that Aeryan was attracted back…that scared him even more. Aeryan was much too good for the likes of Niklys. Aeryan deserved a man who was confident and stable. Not the emotional wreck that he was.
So he left.

Better to hurt the man now and let him move on, then hurt him later with his emotional baggage. 

WIP - Untitled scifi m-m

Darial Alloway knew something was strange about his life. For one, except for the people he knew, he never saw others; no one came to the small compound where he’d lived his whole life. For another was the security. Were they in danger? Or were they a danger to others?
Darial would never hurt another, though he had to admit, his twin Diathi was a different story. Diathi had a temper. A bad one. Anything would set him off and he was ushered to his room and secured there until he calmed down. At least when Darial wasn’t around. If he was there, he was able to calm his brother within seconds. He was the only one who could.
It wasn’t until he was older that he started questioning things. Like, why did he and Diathi look nothing like the woman who claimed to be their mother? And why did they not know their father? Had he abandoned them? Was Diathi too much for the man to handle?
And, most important, at least to Darial, was how to find answers to the questions that filled his mind. If he asked, he was told he didn’t need to know such things. He’d scored the library for answers, only to come up empty. He’d tried to get his hands on one of the many computers, but most had passwords he didn’t know. His own class computer was useless.
Things changed the day his home was invaded by strangers. In all the chaos, he and Diathi were forgotten. Once the dust settled, they found nothing left. Equipment smashed, rooms abandoned, silence reigning. Darial didn’t know what to do, and Diathi seemed to be in shock, his brother unresponsive.
Darial’s only solution was to leave the only home they’d ever known. How they were going to survive was a mystery.
Sayer Morgenson was pleased he’d finally been able to buy the large plot of land he’d been living on for the last five years. That he was lonely didn’t matter. He was free from the conglomerate that he’d discovered was experimenting on humans. He wanted no part of that, despite not being human himself. It was atrocious what the scientists of his species were doing, and he couldn’t even report them since they were backed by the government. How sick was that?
His quiet, secluded life was shattered the day two young men stumbled upon his cabin. They were emaciated, hurt and scared. Sayer couldn’t possibly turn them away. And thanks to his alien abilities, he knew they were not as they seemed.
It wasn’t until weeks later, after Darial had healed that he discovered what they were. Experiments. Once human, but not anymore. And they seemed to be oblivious to that fact. Sayer struggled with the conundrum he found himself in. Should he tell them what he believed? Or help them and then let them move on?
Especially since he was quite attracted to Darial. Not that Diathi would allow anything to develop between them. He’d never seen such a volatile person, and highly protective of his brother. Stood to reason since their minds were interchangeable, even if their personalities had been split unbalanced.
The choice was taken from him when he learned the attraction was mutual. Darial didn’t want to leave, and Diathi stayed wherever his brother was. But how was he to develop a relationship with Darial, who was soft, kind, loving and affectionate, when it was Diathi that carried the passion, strength, loyalty and determination?  
And how would they react when they learned that Sayer was not only not human, but the same species that had changed them?

WIP - Untitled shifter3

Brigham Daniels couldn’t believe he’d gotten away from the sadistic bastard calling himself the Exterminator. A psychopath that had captured Brigham three long years ago and forced him to hunt down his own kind so the mad man could slaughter them. Men, women, cubs. Didn’t matter.
And despite the overwhelming guilt and self-loathing, he didn’t have a choice. Not with Marrick de Burgh, the Exterminator’s real name holding his little sister’s life over his head. Well, now Laria was gone, unable to take anymore of Marrick’s brutal advances.
Brigham had a new problem now. Where would he go? No pack would welcome him. He would either have to integrate himself in with humans, or reinvent himself in the supernatural community. He wasn’t looking forward to either. Free he might be, for now, but Marrick wouldn’t rest until he found him again, and Brigham didn’t want to endanger anyone else.
Three dead men and his bloodhound was loose. That was unacceptable. Marrick was already angry over Laria taking her own life, but he’d be damned if he would lose his hound. Nothing would stop him from finding the runaway wolf. And when he did find him, that mongrel was going to wish for death.
Kanon Farrance didn’t like the rumors he’d been hearing lately about a lone wolf close to his borders. Rogues were dangerous and Kanon’s pack had just merged with another and things were not settled yet. The Council was interfering, the former Alpha of the other pack was causing trouble, and his own pack was pressuring him to find a mate. This was so not the time to have a rogue sniffing around.

When three of his enforcers caught the man and brought him before Kanon, he was surprised to find his mate. However, something was wrong, because the man—Brigham—did nothing but beg to be let go. He would never say why he had to leave, and didn’t he feel the mating pull? Well, Kanon wasn’t letting the man go until he had answers. Answers that took a back seat when Kanon’s pack was attacked by a band of humans. 

WIP - Untitled Soulmate

Kyson never thought he’d end up in a compound for the soulless. He knew he had a soul-mate, had felt the emotions on and off during his life. But no one believed him when he turned twenty, and his soul-mate couldn’t be found.
It was the law that every human must bond with their soul-mate by the age of twenty, and Kyson had failed. But he couldn’t find his soul-mate locked up in the compound. And if he escaped, he would be a fugitive, a hunted man.
What he stumbled into when he was free was a nightmare, or so he thought. Whole communities of soulless, living without the bond and apparently happy. How could that be? It was a known fact that a human needed their soul-mate to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be complete—wasn’t it?
What was even more astonishing was finding his soul-mate among the many lawless. He was thrilled, until he realized Zechariah was in no way interested in bonding with him. Without Zech, Kyson would be forever a criminal, living below the law. How was he to survive like that? And how come Zech didn’t realize his refusal to bond was slowly killing Kyson?
Zechariah grew up with parents and entire community that didn’t believe in the religious zealot’s doctrine that every human needed a soul-mate to live. His father remembered the days before the law, when humans were allowed to be free and not relegated to compounds if their soul-mate wasn’t found by twenty.
When Kyson showed up, Zech was confused at the pull in his mind, and the overwhelming emotions he could feel from the other man. He hid his discovery, afraid his father would drive Kyson away.
When Kyson called them soul-mates, Zech refused to believe him, refused to bond. He didn’t want to be tied to another, it wasn’t right. He didn’t care that if he bonded with Kyson, they would be free to live anywhere instead of hidden away, dredging an existence where life was dangerous and unpredictable.

He didn’t have a choice when their refuge was raided, but despite completing the bond, they were still ripped apart. That was when Zech learned just how important having a soul-mate was, and how far he was willing to go to have Kyson back.