I'm so excited, I have my first official release date!
Feast of the Flesh, my hot hot HOT manlove Halloween Quickie, will be released by Ellora's Cave on October 10!
Here's the blurb:
After centuries wandering the mists of the Otherworld, Caradoc, a former river god, returns to earth on Samhain to have his revenge against his lover, Padraig. In ancient times, Padraig swore allegiance to the new god, betraying his oath to Caradoc and banishing him from the earthly plane. Now Caradoc has one night to make Padraig pay, with a brand of erotic torture Padraig won’t forget.
Patrick never dreams the man who interrupts his tribe’s Samhain ritual wants more than just a passionate encounter in the woods. But as memories of his old life return, Patrick knows he must make amends to Caradoc and prove to him that the sins of the past don’t have to haunt their future.
Is one night long enough to bring two souls back together forever?
Mmmm...what a fun and hot story to write!
Here's a little excerpt to get you excited...
He’d waited centuries for this night, centuries to find Padraig again. Every year at Samhain he came through the veil and flew, high above the ceremonies and celebrations, searching for the one soul he craved more than any other.
And tonight he had found him, his love…the one who had betrayed him and left him to die.
The man didn’t look like Padraig, of course. His hair was not as dark, nor his body as muscle bound. But souls could not hide, even if they wanted to.
Caradoc squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force away the images flashing through his mind, but it was no use. The pictures were burned into his spirit and always would be. Years of remembering had made it impossible to see anything but Padraig’s face, his smile as he leaned in for a kiss. Centuries later he could still feel the phantom of his lover’s hand on his shaft, of Padraig’s cock buried deep inside his ass as they both worked furiously towards their climax.
How many times had they been together like this? How many times had he held Padraig’s cock in his mouth and felt his love explode over his tongue? How many times had Padriag groaned and sighed and sworn eternal love? Only to betray him when the New God came.
The devastation of losing his love, his human soul-connection, had sent Caradoc spinning away, so far from the world of humans he still wasn’t sure how he’d managed to find his way back.
But find it he had, and he’d known someday Padraig would as well. And when he did, Caradoc would be waiting.
“There will be no escape, my love,” Caradoc whispered, a soft curse swept away by the cool wind.
Forcing a smile to his face, he made his way into the circle. The feast of Samhain—or so it used to be called—had been a village-wide celebration in Caradoc’s time. Women and men would dance naked around the ceremonial flames, while children ran wild through the woods, racing the spirits through the darkness.
Now it seemed only men were permitted, for this circle, this dance, was solidly male. Cardoc’s cock hardened as strong arms brushed against him, as muscled bodies covered with coarse hair spun and leapt, sometimes crashing together onto the ground, rolling through the dirt with laughter before coming to their feet again. They danced with holiday abandon, the pure, sexual energy strumming through the crowd enough to make Caradoc join in their laughter.
He fed upon their desire, their lust for life and merriment, growing stronger than he had been in ages. The energy buzzed through his veins, tingling across his skin until he felt drunk with it. It had been so very long since he’d felt this powerful.
Tonight he would put that power to use. He would find Padraig and make him beg for mercy. Find him, and take back the life force he knew his love’s soul still held.
Then he would banish him, as Caradoc had been banished, down to the cold Otherworld, to the half-life he had spent centuries trying to reach after being sent even further away into the nothingness.
Shivering with anticipation and the pleasure of warm skin pressing against his own, Caradoc forced his way through the crush of bodies until he reached Padraig. Whatever name this man now claimed, Caradoc still knew him, and when he reached out and circled the other man’s biceps with his hand he knew he was right. The touch sizzled, sent a jolt of energy through his system.
Padraig turned around and grinned. Caradoc’s breath caught. He looked so familiar! The wide blue eyes were the same, the broad, friendly face different but close enough that for a moment Caradoc felt dizzy. For a split second, all plans for revenge were forgotten as he stared at the man’s soft lips. He fought the urge to reach out and run his fingertips along them, to slip fingers into the warmth of Padraig’s mouth and feel the wetness of his tongue.
Padraig knew what he was thinking. The other man’s eyes widened, just a touch, then darkened with desire. Caradoc knew his body was attractive, even now in modern times. His hair was longer than current fashion dictated, apparently, but there were other men with dark golden skin and dark eyes participating in the dance. Without clothes there was nothing else to indicate he didn’t truly belong.
“I’m Patrick,” Padraig said.
October 10th, people! I know I can't wait!
