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105 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2005
Summary: Tattoos. Piercings. Leather. Attitude. Do anything, say anything, and damn the consequences. That's Bree of the Brotherhood, and he's not about to apologize for a thing.
Little do they know that Bree's whole "tough-guy" routine is a carefully constructed mask. Underneath it all lies a desperately lonely man who doubts everything about himself, and wishes more than anything else that he could find someone who really understands him.
When the incubus Liam invites the Brotherhood to a night at Amour Magique, one of Charleston's premier gay clubs, Bree's all for it. If he can keep his mask in place, he bets he can score a night of drinking, dancing, and possibly even landing a good lay. Anything to take his mind off his problems and give him one night of sweet oblivion.
Julian, a vampire, has long grown tired of ordinary men and seeks out those that will be a challenge. Bree is exactly what he wants. He can see the pain behind Bree's act, and knows he's been desperately hunting for something even he can't name. Julian promises him both the best sex of his life, and freedom from his fears.
The price, however, is belief in the supernatural. And Bree thinks that may be too high a cost to pay…
Excerpt: Obedient as a child, Bree screwed his eyes shut and stepped forward. He felt a brief lurch, as if his stomach were dropping out, then a light thump. He fell a little, losing his balance for some reason. No biggie. Julian was right there to catch him.
He tilted Bree's head to the dim light. "You did that well," he said, voice hoarse. "I must be strong enough to wait a little longer, but for now..." Letting out a small hiss, Julian dipped his head and hungrily kissed Bree's mouth. Rougher than before, much more eagerly, Julian's tongue thrust in and out in imitation of the fucking to come. Bree felt sharp pains as Julian bit down on his lips and lapped off the welling blood, but hell if he cared.
He just wanted the kiss to last forever. And even if they were in public, he wanted Julian's hand on his cock. Now. Five seconds ago would have been better. Moaning into the kiss, Bree thrust his hips into Julian's and ground against him.
"Bree," Julian whispered between sips of his mouth. "Are you so eager?" Speak."
"Hell, yeah." Bree reached between them and rubbed the heel of his palm against Julian's cock, as hard as his own. "I want you. You want me. Come on, Julian. Fuck me. Make me see stars."
Julian dropped his head onto Bree's shoulder and let out a groan. "Bree, you tempt me too far... my control..."
"Yeah," Bree breathed, stroking Julian with all the skills he possessed. "You like it, huh? Want me?"
"More than you could know. I have waited centuries for you."
"Yeah? I've waited a couple hours. Long enough, don't you think?" Bree let his fingers wander to the fastening on Julian's pants, starting to pull them open. "No more wasting time."