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There's an unconscious Fae drooling on Len's couch.
That's not even the weirdest thing to happen to him this week.
Len's been told that not all Fae are scheming, manipulative pricks. A moot point, since this one definitely is—he knows that much from bitter experience.
So, when his vampire ex-coworker dumps Albigard of the Unseelie on Len's doorstep, he gives her two hours to find a better hiding place for the Fae fugitive before tossing him straight to the curb with the rest of the garbage.
He should have known better, of course. Because if there's one thing Len's learned since being thrown into the deep end of the seedy paranormal underworld, it's that nothing is ever so simple.
Now he's on the run from a cataclysmic primal force trying to tear its way into the human realm, stuck with a charismatic bastard who already knows way too much about the inside of Len's messed-up head. The first time he met Albigard, Len punched the Fae in his too-perfect face. This time, they'll have to learn to work together—or risk having their souls torn apart and consigned to the void, with the rest of humanity facing the same fate soon after.
The Wild Hunt has slipped its chains.
Darkness is coming for the world.
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Forsaken Fae is a slow-burn M/M urban fantasy trilogy. It's set in the same world as the bestselling series The Last Vampire and its other spinoff, Vampire Bound. Download Book One today, and enter a world shared by humans, fae, demons, and vampires. It’s a place where the supernatural threatens the mundane, nothing is as it seems, and enemies must overcome their tangled pasts in order to save the future.
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Pairings: M-F, M-M
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 1
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay, Straight
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Age Difference, Cultural Differences, Enemies to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Opposites Attract
Word Count: 53816
Setting: St. Louis, MO and Chicago, IL USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
“You. Shut it,” Zorah said, pointing at Rans. Then she looked up at Len. “Look. I know you had an… unfortunate first meeting with Albigard, but he’s helped us over and over against his own people, even if he does act like a bit of a dick about it most of the time. He’s a good friend, and right now he’s got a giant target painted on his back.”
Rans made a face like he’d tasted something sour. “Friend. You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.”
Len stared at him. “Oh, my god. Why am I not remotely surprised that you two communicate via the medium of Princess Bride quotes?”
Zorah shot him an unimpressed look. “We don’t. Normally, we communicate via the medium of angry, furniture-breaking sex.”
READ MORE“Hey, now. It’s a good movie,” Rans protested. “She’s right about the furniture-breaking sex, though. I suppose that’s one of the unavoidable effects of turning a part-bred succubus into a vampire. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
Len tried manfully not to blush, having had some firsthand experience of Zorah’s complicated family situation and its consequences. Not many people could claim that they’d once escorted a hybrid sex demon to a BDSM club, then tied her up in shibari so she could feed from the sexual energy of the crowd perving on her.
It wasn’t really the kind of thing you put on your resumé.
Zorah cleared her throat. “Anyway.” Whether her dusky skin hid her embarrassment, or whether she simply wasn’t bothered by the casual discussion of her sex life, Len couldn’t have said. Whatever the case, she dragged the conversation back on track, looking pointedly at Rans. “He’s my friend, which is a simpler word to use than trying to describe whatever vaguely homoerotic on-again, off-again frenemies thing you’ve had going on with him for the last few centuries.”
Rans stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “I do not have homoerotic subtext with Tinkerbell. Take that back this instant.”
Len squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
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