Cover Artist: Adrian Nicholas
Publisher: Wilde
City Press
Sales Link Wilde City Press
Blurb
Though mortals have been convinced that God cares about their souls, nothing could be further from the truth. He created the world as a gift for his lover, Satan. But when Satan left him, he decided to end what he saw as his most grotesque creation.
Satan and his army of demons are man's only hope.
The demon Kinzer and his lover, Janka, have been sent by Satan to spy on The Raze, a gang of rogue demons who are working with God to bring about Armageddon. When someone exposes their true allegiances, The Raze clips Kinzer's wings, and murder Janka. Kinzer manages to escape. He tracks down Satan's allies to warm them about a mole in their midst when he hears that they have located the Antichrist - a powerful weapon that could prevent the apocalypse. Now, he's on a mission to protect the Antichrist and avenge his lover's death.
Author Bio:
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On a more serious note, I'm from Atlanta, GA. I work odd jobs. My gay erotic novel Clipped is available through Wilde City Press. I also have vampire novel coming out through Wilde City in October and a young adult novel being released through Harmony Ink Press in June or July
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Excerpt
Dedrus scanned Kinzer’s body, admiring his massive biceps, his brown
eyes, and his black waves of hair. Even with the wounds and tears that still
tainted his face, he was beautiful. Dedrus wanted to press him back against the
cushion, rip off his clothes, and provide him with the ease he deserved. But
no! He was just wanting it for himself, and he was pretending that it was to
serve Kinzer’s pain.
“I loved him so much.” The words cracked through
Kinzer’s lips. His cheeks and forehead shivered. Tears filled his eyes. “I know
we had so much time, but it wasn’t enough.”
The sting in Dedrus’s chest intensified. His cheeks
flashed red as anger washed over him—anger that he loathed because it made him
feel like a terrible, selfish creature.
He set his hand on Kinzer’s back, his palm stroking
softly across the blue fabric of his polo. He wanted to say, “You’ll find love
again.” He couldn’t, because he knew he’d really be saying, “Please find love
in me.” He thought of saying, “Everything will be alright.” No. He couldn’t
make that kind of promise. “It’ll take time,” felt appropriate, and yet, as an
immortal, Dedrus never perceived time as a generous gift as much as a twisted,
agonizing punishment.
“I wish I could think of something right to say about
this,” Dedrus said, “but I can’t. I know how much you loved him, and I know how
much he loved you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is going to be for you.
But I’m here. As your friend. I don’t know if that means much, but I know the
feeling of having something so perfect and wonderful torn from you.”
Kinzer’s gaze met his. His eyes were sad.
Does he know what I’m talking about?
“Tell me you’ve found someone,” Kinzer said.
“Of course,” he lied. “I’m just being overdramatic.”
“I figured as much. Considering where you work, I'm
sure you get a lot of offers.”
It was true, but not the way Kinzer was suggesting.
There were nights when Treycore dragged some pathetic mortal back to ease
Dedrus’s pain. Those nights were the loneliest. Though he could bring himself
to climax, it was an empty relief that just stirred the cruel memories of those
moments filled with so much more.
Dedrus hugged him again. “Let’s get to bed,” he said.
“You need some sleep.”
Kinzer nodded.
“We have plenty to sort through tomorrow. You can have
my room. I’ll just sleep here.”
Dedrus released him.
Kinzer picked the sword up off his lap and stood. He
reached his hand out. “Come on. It won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed.”
The upward curl of his lip let Dedrus know that Kinzer
was more than interested.
Dedrus’s dick swelled. “I don’t think I can.” He
wanted Kinzer so bad, and if he put himself in that position, he was sure that
he wouldn’t be able to resist making a move—especially if Kinzer initiated
something.
“I'd rather not disrespect you like that,” Dedrus
said.
Kinzer’s hand fell, bouncing against his jeans. His
head drooped.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dedrus smiled. “‘Night, Kinzer.”
Kinzer knelt, offering a light peck on Dedrus’s lips.
Don’t tease me with a taste!
“Up the stairs, first room on the right.”
Kinzer walked up the stairs, headed down the hall, and
slipped into Dedrus’s bedroom.
Dedrus had hoped that Kinzer’s exit would provide some
relief.
It didn't.
He ached for him. His thoughts dwelled on Kinzer’s
lips tickling his nipples, his gaze appreciating his body, his tongue
delighting in his body’s grooves. He wanted to run upstairs and throw his arms
around him, to hold him for the night, and tell him that no matter what
happened he’d be there for him. He wanted more than that, but he wouldn’t press
his friend. He wouldn’t dare cross that line…even if Kinzer insisted.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, he rested his
head on a lace pillow at the end and rolled so that he was facing the cushions.
He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed against
his ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready for a
fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out, as if
showing a cop that he was unarmed. “Whoa, cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry.” Every hair on Dedrus’s immortal body stood on
end. “You freaked the shit out of me. Did you need something? Another cover?
Pillows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in
Dedrus’s khakis.
“Yeah. I need something.” He pulled their pelvises
together.
His hot breath rushed across Dedrus’s lips, settling
in the bristles across his cheeks. The warmth combined with a rush of blood
that surged to his face and made him feel like his cheeks were about to catch
on fire.
Kinzer pressed his lips against Dedrus’s.
Amidst the creases in Kinzer’s lips, Dedrus felt the
smooth, subtle dip where Kinzer’s cut was healing.
He trailed his palm over the rough fabric of Kinzer’s
polo. As he reached the smooth flesh of his neck, curly black hairs pricked his
fingertips.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly
reciprocated, tilting his head and allowing their lips to seal together. A
swirling sensation gathered at the back of his spine and rushed to the crown of
his skull.
Guilt nagged at his thoughts. He couldn’t do this.
Kinzer didn’t really want him. He was just vulnerable and ached for a physical
distraction from his grief. It would be wrong to take advantage while he was
still recovering from Janka’s death.
Kinzer’s tongue flicked his.
He wanted Kinzer so bad, but not like that. Pressing
his hand against the dip between the bulbous, jagged pecs before him, he broke
their sealed kiss.
“What?” Kinzer rested his hands on either of Dedrus’s
hips.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to disrespect
you.”
“I know. But I want you to.”
Kinzer wrapped both arms around Dedrus. Spinning them
around, he pushed Dedrus back against a painting that hung from the wall.
Kinzer’s eyes glistened with that gleam—the one that
was so familiar to Dedrus.
Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His lips returned to
their passionate embrace. His fingers found their way under Kinzer’s
shirt, feeling about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.
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