Roman - Demon Rising

Can the broken heart of a demon be healed

 by the jaded heart of a human?

COMING SOON!

The Demon of Black Raven

Here is a working blurb for a WIP I'm working on. First, a gorgeous image of Roman.

And now the blurb:

I belong to a Demon Lord. His name is Roman. He’s tall, strong, has long dark hair, a deep sexy voice and, let me tell you, absolutely f-ing gorgeous. Yep. I even wear his ring. Third finger, left hand.

Except – its’s not a wedding band. Far from it, actually. It simply means I’m his submissive.

Well – it doesn’t really mean that either, although I wish it did.

No. The ring’s function is only to give me “sight”. Being human, once I had it on, I could suddenly see Roman’s stupid lost legions; very nasty scary things that would as soon kill me as look at me. And because I wear the ring, guess what? It’s now my job to recapture all those creatures for him. Yay me, right?

At least I get to be close to Roman… sometimes.

But, to tell you the truth, I was tricked into putting this damn ring on by Cathy, some random woman I met at a park, who unfortunately likes Roman, too. A whole lot. She brazenly flirts with the demon every chance she gets and right in front of me, too. Crap, it pisses me off. In fact, she brags she was the one who found me, got the ring on me and then offered me up to Roman like I was a T-bone steak or something.

Well – honestly – that part’s okay.  

However, there’s something else going on. Something big. Because there’s another gorgeous Demon Lord in our little earth realm and he will stop at nothing to capture Roman’s loose legions for himself. Not only that, seems he’s out to catch me, as well.

Huh. My name is Micah and things just got very interesting.

The Ex's Boyfriend - A quote

Blurb coming soon

The Ex's Boyfriend - another excerpt

Mark arrived home a little after eight but stopped at the door to his apartment. It was not only unlocked but partially open. With his heart in his throat, not knowing what to expect, he pushed the door slightly to see more of the inside before going in. He knew he should just go back down to the lobby and call the police. Very obviously someone had broken in… except… the door was not broken… Mark peered inside.

Mark’s apartment was basically all one big room. Well – not big, just long. His white pristine kitchen lined up on his right with the fridge, sink then stove. He had a small oval white plastic table surrounded by three mismatched chairs against the wall on his left.  The living room was farther in with a dark brown faux leather couch on the left wall and a lawn chair sitting toward the middle of the room semi-facing the couch. In front of the couch Mark had a coffee table he had rescued from the dumpster sitting on a rug he got at Target on clearance. On the wall directly in front of the couch and to the side of the chair, he had his only big purchase. A forty-inch flat screen TV. The end wall beyond his living room Mark often wished was glass doors onto a balcony, but it was a big window so nice natural light entered the room. His apartment was efficient, clean and uncluttered.

At least it had been when he left. Now it was a mess.

His dining table was tipped over along with all the chairs. The bills and the rest of his accumulated important papers that had been laying on top of it were now all over the place. The pillows for the couch were scattered around the room as if the thing had exploded and his coffee table was broken in half as if someone had jumped up and down in the center of it. The few plants he had to add color to the space were now lying crushed, dirt strewn everywhere on his laminated wood floor. Even his TV was hanging crooked.  

“What the fuck did you do?” Mark gasped. Because Leon was sitting on the lawn chair, the only piece of furniture still standing upright.

The expression on Leon’s face was dark, a look Mark knew well. The smaller man was pissed. He had been on his cell prior to gracing Mark with his full attention, clearly texting someone. So like Leon to ignore Mark the first few minutes he was with him. There was always someone else that was more important; another conversation that took precedence over anything he had going with Mark. And Mark always marveled how Leon could use both thumbs as fast as he did when he texted while Mark struggled with one finger.

But now Leon was fully focused on Mark and he held up a tiny piece of yellow paper between two fingers as he pocketed his phone. “What the fuck is this?” he snarled.

“What?” Mark had no clue what the piece of paper was. “I don’t know. What is it?” Was this some stupid game?

“Funny. You’re a funny man, Mark. Where did you get this? Huh? Did you make this up?”

Make up what? Mark marched forward toward Leon. The paper the man held was familiar, but he still didn’t know what it was. Although when he reached for it after he was close enough, he saw that it had been crumpled up and then smoothed out. Leon snatched it away before Mark was able to grab it. Exasperated, Mark fumed, “How the hell do I tell you what it is when you won’t show it to me?” But Mark did finally recognize it. It was the post-it note with Rogan’s name and number on it.

“Oh, don’t be stupid. You know exactly what it is. Now tell me what it was doing on your fridge!”

He shouldn’t do it. He should just stay quiet. He had learned it was the only way he could possibly avoid a total meltdown from Leon. But Leon had gone insane with all the shit he pulled on Friday and now this? Messing up his apartment? Who the fuck did he think he was? For someone who proclaimed he wanted nothing to do with Mark anymore, someone who was supposed to actually be afraid of him, he was spending a lot of time chasing Mark down. It was going to feel good revealing how it was Mark came into possession of that tiny piece of paper. Mark lifted his chin. “Rogan gave it to me.”

“Bullshit! You’re a fucking liar!”

“Oh no I’m not, Leon. That title actually belongs solely to you. Rogan came here on Friday to return my wallet and we talked. Seemed he isn’t your boyfriend after all, is he? That’s what he told me. You and he are not dating. Never did. You’re the liar, Leon. You lied about everything. About me attacking you and about having a new boyfriend.” Crap, but that felt good. “Oh, and another thing. Jenny told the truth about me harassing you at work, in that it didn’t happen!”

“I did not lie.” Leon articulated as he rose unhurriedly to his feet in front of Mark, his tone of voice tranquil and low. Not a good sign. “Rogan is my boyfriend. Not you. You and I are history.”

“Yes. I agree to that. It’s been history for a while, now. And you know what, Leon? I’m not upset about it anymore. I feel sorry for you that you have to make up a boyfriend to try and make me jealous. I just don’t care anymore.”

Leon screamed while scrunching his fists at his side. Mark flinched and stepped back, fearing he may have pushed the situation too far. Leon’s eyes flashed his obvious rage as he glared at Mark. “Made up a boyfriend?” he screeched through clenched teeth. “I did not make up a boyfriend.”

“You know what? I honestly don’t care. What I want to know is why did you do this to my apartment? Are you just fucking crazy?” He really needed to shut up. Why couldn’t he stop?

Leon glanced at the mess then seemingly at the door to the hallway which was still hanging open behind Mark. Had the elevator just dinged? “No,” Leon said instantly calm. “I didn’t do this.” He gazed at Mark. “Not alone, anyway. Well – that will be the story I tell…” He lowered himself to sit on the chair again, leaving a confused Mark to gaze down on him.

“What? Story you’ll tell. What the hell does that mean…” But suddenly Leon was tipping over backwards in the chair. Mark instinctively reached out to grab him so he wouldn’t hurt himself but ended up falling with Leon and tumbling out onto the floor, the chair busting beneath their combined weight with a loud thwack.

Somehow Mark ended up on top of Leon.

He tried to roll off, but Leon grabbed Mark and pulled him close, screaming that Mark needed to let him go. Fuck! He was trying to, but Leon was not letting him. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Why was it that Leon seemed to be hanging onto him?

But a second later, Mark found out.

A strong arm came around his waist and he was being hauled up off the floor and off Leon. That same arm flung him to the side and Mark tumbled and landed hard on his ass in front of his couch. Mark glanced up into Rogan’s very pissed-of face.

“What the hell are you doing, Mark? Damn it! Leon get up. Get behind me.” While Leon scrambled to his feet, a smirk on his face, Rogan turned on Mark. “I asked you a question, boy. What do you think you were doing?”

“See Rogan?” Leon cried out, his voice quavering as if he were near tears. “I told you he beat me! You saw it firsthand.”

Mark just sat there stunned. Beat Leon? What? And Rogan was here? He gaped up at him. “What are you doing…?” But he finally understood. All of it. Mark was once again on his ass, staring at a sneering Leon standing behind Rogan who clearly believed he was protecting him. Again.

Leon had orchestrated the whole thing.

Again!

“What do you mean what am I doing’?” Rogan roared as he indicated the messy room. “Are you trying to kill him?”

Mark laughed. Hard. He leaned back on his pillow-less couch and just let go. “Oh my God, Leon,” he managed as tears ran down his face. From the laughing, he told himself. The tears are from laughing. “That’s who you were texting, wasn’t it? Sitting on the only chair you didn’t turn over you texted Rogan.” Mark got himself under control as he wiped his face. Sitting up, Mark gazed up at Rogan. “And where were you, huh? You certainly got here pretty quick, so you had to be close. Leon had to know that too for this to have worked this well.”

NEW - The Ex's Boyfriend - Excerpt

Something twisted in Rogan’s chest as he watched Mark disappear into the night. He wanted to go after him, make sure he got home alright. But he still had a mess to deal with here. He reached down and picked up the overturned table, apologizing to the people who had been sitting at it, wanting to chuckle that several were covered in various liquids. The floor didn’t appear to be even wet. Mark had to have been covered in it too. He offered to buy the table new drinks since he would have to go get a broom and dustpan from the bar to sweep up the broken glass.

“Why would you buy them new drinks,” Leon demanded from behind Rogan. “That idiot, Mark, is the one who made this mess. Not you!”

Oh yeah. that too. Leon was still here.

“Mark is not an idiot and he didn’t make the mess, Leon. And didn’t I tell you to go sit down?” Rogan walked to the bar to ask for the broom and dustpan, Leon on his heals.

“Where are you going? What are you doing?”

“Leon, are you going to do what I tell you?”

“What did you tell me?”

Rogan sighed and shook his head as he stopped the bartender, broom and dustpan in hand, on his way back to the mess. “Let me handle that.” he told him.

“Oh no, Sir. I’ll do it.”

“You have customers. Plus, I’m buying that table new drinks. I would appreciate it if you would get their order.” Rogan took the broom from the bartender who clearly wanted to object.

“But… if Anna…”

“Anna doesn’t have to find out.” Rogan motioned for the bartender to go ahead of him.

Leon gasped behind him. “You’re going to… clean?”

Rogan didn’t even glance at him as he followed behind the bartender.

“I’m not kidding, Rogan,” Leon continued. “Why are you cleaning up that idiot’s mess? And he did cause it, flirting with a drunk. I never knew what a slut he is. But I suppose that’s the only way he could get a man. I’m incredibly embarrassed I used to date him. Pity dating. That’s what it was. I felt sorry for him.”

Rogan began to sweep the floor, half ignoring Leon’s rant. Pity dating? Hardly. Mark was beautiful and could have had any man in the room. All he would have to do was gaze at any one of them with those stark green eyes of his. And with that cute freckled nose and high cheek bones? Not to mention his messy dark blonde hair? He’d have them groveling at his feet.

But yes, the man attacking Mark was drunk. Would most likely have passed out long before he could have done any physical damage. But the mental damage was what worried Rogan. Mark was unable to escape the man and he had already been embarrassed enough by Leon’s rejection.

By Leon’s lies.

Rogan never truly believed Leon when he told him Mark beat him. There were never any bruises or marks at all that proved it. Not that Leon had to prove it. Any form of abuse was never acceptable. So when the irritating little twink came to him and asked him to protect him, claiming that his ex-boyfriend had battered him and was now stalking him, Rogan said he would.

Then he met Mark.

Barely bigger that Leon, he seemed adorable and harmless, standing there outside the place where they both worked pleading for Leon to give him another chance. Leon had texted Rogan to hurry to come and pick him up because he was frightened of this Mark. But seeing the man Leon described as a monster just about in tears, wringing his hands, shifting from foot to foot, Rogan felt foolish demanding Mark leave Leon alone.

Rogan would never forget the expression of defeat and embarrassment on Mark’s face as he turned and hurried away.

Similar to what Rogan experienced with Mark again a few minutes ago.

Rogan sighed and excused himself to the people at the table as he swept under it to get the pieces of glass he knew were there. Only when he dragged them out, the glass came with a companion.  

Is that a wallet?

“Hey,” he stooped to pick up the what he thought was a leather tri-fold. It ended up being faux leather. And very tattered. “This belong to any of you?” Rogan showed it to the table of customers. They all shook their heads even as they reached into their bags or back pockets to make sure.

Hmm. Strange. He pocketed it until he was able to examine it. He had a feeling he knew who it belonged to. Rogan finished cleaning up the mess just as Anna walked up. Her straight dark hair was swinging, her big brown eyes were flashing. Being much shorter than Rogan she was still someone to pay attention to as she planted her fists on her hips and glared up at him.

“Rogan Stone, what are you doing?”

“Anna. Nice to see you,” he smiled as he made a couple more swipes with the broom.

“Give me that broom right now. Where’s Tom?” She glanced toward the bar, trying in vain to see over Rogan’s height.

“You mean your new bartender? Getting these good patrons here a round of drinks.” He nodded toward the people at the table when they cheered at his announcement. “As for the broom? I’m finished with it.” He stooped to scoop up the mess into the dustpan.

“What happened?” she growled, following Rogan as he made his way back to the bar. Once they arrived, Anna yanked the broom and dustpan away from him and walked behind the bar to dump the broken glass in the waste basket. “Am I going to be sued?”

Rogan chuckled. Anna was the owner of the bar and also the hidden, very busy dungeon underneath it. To look at her, she seemed demure. Hardly anyone to glance twice at. But, in reality, she was a master Dom and had been instrumental in Rogan discovering his true nature. Some years back Rogan had the privilege of being personally tutored under her expert hand. Something he would be eternally grateful for. She opened The Ship Yard intending for it to be separate from her dungeon. She taught him to never mix play with liquor. But space was expensive and it was easier to monitor that kind of thing when she stood at the secret door.

“No. Probably not.” He chuckled again.

“Probably not? What the fuck happened?”

Once Upon a Wolf by Hurri Cosmo - Excerpt

Coming April 11

The being was downwind, so Ghost couldn’t smell him, but all his senses told him it was only one human. Big, small, fat, strong, he didn’t know or care. If this someone was out after his mate, following his mate, Ghost would deal with him. Simple. Fast. Efficient. Humans could not be any harder to kill than a deer. In mating with his Hawk, he found that the soft, pliable skin under his chin, that warm, fragrant, tasty… well, it was a human’s vulnerable spot, just like any animal. Easily ripped out.

However, he would wait until he knew more. The fact he didn’t understand the human’s relationship with his former pack played a large part in that decision. He glanced at Hawk, admiring his mate’s struggle with his, what he called ‘purchases,’ to get it all back to his tiny cave. At least he had seemed to understand there was a danger behind them. The problem was, they were leading this other human right to where he lived.

That was not going to work for Ghost.

Ghost chuffed at Hawk who stopped to glance back down at the wolf.

“What? Can I rest now?” he panted.

Ghost chuffed again and nodded. Seemed his mate was tired. That was one thing about humans. Their stamina was extremely low. He licked Hawk’s face when the man sat right where he stood.

“Good. I need to. Pulling this heavy contraption up the mountain is wearing me out.”

Ghost whined softly as he turned to go back the way they had come. He would meet up with this other human and determine if it were dangerous or not. If nothing else, he intended on scaring it off, like he did the bear. The problem was going to get it to understand. He had a feeling the human following them was more intelligent than a bear.

“Ghost,” Hawk sputtered as he began to rise. “Where are you going?”

Ghost sighed, turned around and pushed his mate back to the ground.

“You… you want me to stay here? Where are you going?”

Ghost chuffed, licked Hawk’s face again and turned to leave. He glanced back and nodded once at Hawk before continuing back toward the human who followed them.

“Okay. I… I’ll stay. Don’t be gone long.”

His human sounded worried. Ghost didn’t like that. He would have to hurry.

Who knew that tasting the human...

ONCE UPON A WOLF

COMING APRIL 11

Blurb: 

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed to survive on his own, but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Ghost” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Yes, Ghost has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Ghost he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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