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Cove Deville knows he can’t touch alcohol without facing dire consequences. One drink thrown in his face from a hook-up gone embarrassingly wrong and he’s trapped in a large cooler and tossed into a lake. Fresh water will have to do -- better than nothing. Wrong. Discovered on the lake’s sandy shore, he’s captured by a bewildering man. Cove’s life, or what’s left of it if he doesn’t find salt water fast, is about to drastically change.
Kilson Arestes can not recall the last time he was held by another. The pain of loneliness has been so great he felt as if his heart was being shredded. Those thoughts are quickly replaced with another kind of sadness when he finds an ocean dweller who should never be in fresh water crawling from his manmade lake. Little does Kils know saving the animal will alter his undead life forever.
Will these fantastic creatures' existence be changed for better or worse?
Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Monster Erotica Story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of paranormal heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!
Publisher: Changeling Press
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Age Difference, Biological Urge to Mate, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Forced Proximity
Word Count: 16500
Setting: USA, California, Malibu
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“That was spectacular.” A grin curved Cove’s lips. “You do like hearing me talk.”
“Fucker.” Kilson snuggled closer.
Cove wrapped an arm over Kilson and asked, “Do you ever want to…”
“I have. Far in the past. I like being a bottom, Cove.”
“Can’t say I’ll miss when you no longer invade my brains.” Securing his hold, Cove inquired, “What if I want to bottom?”
“Do you want to?”
“It has been decades.”
“You have time to think about it.”
“Would you?”
“Come in your ass?” Kilson ran a hand down Cove’s thigh. “Fuck yes.”
Cove turned serious. “What did you do with the body?”
“Blinked it into oblivion.”
READ MORE“God, you must think I’m gullible.” Had Evan escaped without having his mind scrubbed, what sane person would accept his fantastic tale as truth? “Why did I care?” More importantly, why did he agree to stay? Had Cove taken time to think, he could have hauled the dead man to the ocean, taken him into a cave where fishes, including his octopus, would have made a meal of the body. Cove shook his head. He had worked hard for decades to keep the fiend inside him appeased and docile.
“Your beast is a part of who you are.”
“What If I refuse going with you now?”
“You’re a man of your word.”
Crawling from his bed, Cove said, “I’m ready to leave.” He reached in a box and pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Dressed, he slipped feet into sandals and reclosed the carton. “Now, Kilson.”
“Only three boxes?”
“Where am I going that would require more than my normal casual outfits?”
“You never know.” As always, an impeccable black suit covered Kilson. He lifted one container. “Bring a suit.”
“No.”
“Hope you packed something other than ripped jeans or white cotton casual wear.”
“Don’t be a picky ass. Fashionably ripped jeans make a statement.” Cove hoisted a box to his shoulder and grasped the other by a hole on the side. “I won’t need a suit with you.”
“I see.”
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