Blurb:
When Eos Hawthorne went to meet a
friend one evening, he never expected his entire life to change. As if
stumbling across a group of men fighting in an abandoned lot by his home wasn’t
shocking enough—one of those men suddenly attacks him...with fangs and claws.
Vampire coven leader Julien Blanchard
is having a bad day. After failing to apprehend a murderer and traitor to his
coven, the absolute last thing he needed was a hapless human stumbling into the
picture— especially an intriguing young man who, as it turns out, happens to be
his mate.
Eos doesn't know if he believes in
mating, and knows nothing about the supernatural world he is suddenly thrust
into. Julien is a vampire who has always put his coven and his duty first.
Will their burgeoning love be enough
to see Eos safely through the dangers he finds himself in? And even more so,
can it make the cold-blooded Julien relinquish control and embrace Eos, and the
warmth of his light?
Warmth of His Light is
the first book of the Blanchard Coven series. It is M/M, HEA, and complete at
61,287 words.
Available for Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt:
Eos took a couple of steps back, almost as
though he were right there in the midst of the action. He didn’t see anything
else but the indistinct silhouette of bodies moving that he’d forgotten about
the alley behind him, thinking he was about to get slashed at. Eos took a
couple of steps back…and managed to hit his back loudly against what seemed to
be a rather empty dumpster with a loud clang.
Well, it was mostly empty—except for a cat that gave an irritated yowl at being
disturbed. It promptly sprung out at Eos, surprising him and making him jump.
“Shit!” Eos cussed. He twisted away, but
his center of gravity was messed up by the sudden cat-attack and the fact that
he had forgotten there was even a dumpster there at all. Eos fell flat on his
rear right beside the dumpster…which he now noticed was leaking underneath.
But
thank God I didn’t trip into the puddle of…whatever the hell that is. Eos wretched, fighting down the urge to barf.
Eos grimaced and not just because of the
unidentified liquid dripping from underneath the dumpster that he was almost about to touch. Maybe the worst
thing about this entire situation was that he had dropped his burger and soda,
and now they were all over the concrete floor. Little cubes of ice splattered
all over the now-very-wet pavement, some of which soaked into the wrapper of
the once-pristine burger. He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned as he looked at
what was supposed to be a nice little midnight snack.
“What a waste,” he muttered, and wobbled up
to his feet. Eos checked himself for any scrapes or wounds, but aside from a
sore butt and a bruised ego at being caught unaware by a cat, he was fine.
When Eos looked up, however, he’d noticed
that the men he was eavesdropping on had stopped whatever they were doing and
were now looking at him. Now, with their eyes trained on him, he could actually
see their features more clearly.
They all suddenly had crimson-colored eyes,
the color of blood, and the only reason Eos noticed was because they shone for
the briefest moment when they trained their eyes on him. Didn’t one of them
have blue eyes, earlier? And another had green ones, the color of forest
foliage. The lanky one who was being surrounded had his teeth bared. No, not
teeth—fangs.
Eos gulped. “Holy shit.”
Not only were the men blurs when they moved
and fought, but they were…demonic blurs. Beastly blurs. Sexy, unsettling,
demonic blurs.
That’s when he realized that the lanky,
cornered man—with the eyes of a blood-crazed beast, the fangs of a demon, and
the frenzy of an animal with nothing to lose—had broken through the three of
them, and was now running straight for Eos.
As Eos closed his eyes and curled into a
ball, one final thought came into his head…
I
knew I shouldn’t have left the house today.
About the Author:
Frey Ortega
writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend
affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an
archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical,
and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in
Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game
journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the
internet.
He loves writing about people, especially people
of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also
find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs,
and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)
Visit his website at: http://www.freyortegawrites.com/
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