In their most passionate installment yet, Stride and Zero are reunited but is it all a trick? With Stride ruling the underworld, his demonic side is only a breath away…
After landing on a tropical island and encountering one of history's most enduring, haunting missing women, Zero and Stride soon find themselves on a plane surrounded by famous missing people. Their strange flight also seems to be flying in circles…
Stride, who still has little memory of his deep connection and developing love for Zero, soon finds a way for them to get off the eerie plane but they are quickly separated, tumbling through space to different fates. When the vampire queen gives them a chance to reconnect, sparks fly and passion rules…but for how long?
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series. It also contains scenes of graphic violence.
General Release Date: 31st October 2011
Blood Slave: Nibiru Vmapire Warriors Chapter Eight
The rumbling sound started deep under the sand and grew. Zero looked at Stride. "Did you do that?"
"No."
"What is it?" the woman on the sand demanded. "Someone help me."
Zero gripped Stride’s arm. "Whatever happens, at least we’re together, baby."
Stride gave him a strange look and pulled away. "I’m not your baby."
"Stride?" Zero searched his face. "Shit. You don’t know me?"
"Of course I know you. You’re that slave my father bought off the auction block." Stride brushed by him. "Lady," he said, "I don’t mean to be disrespectful to the dead, but I’m going to have to borrow some clothes off your husband there."
She snorted. "He wasn’t my husband."
"Oh," Stride said, then reached down and turned the man over.
"You’re going to rob him?" She swatted at Stride as if he were a fly.
Stride paid no attention. He proceeded to take off the man’s pants. "Only of his pants," he finally answered as he put them on and grinned.
The woman kept complaining to Stride, who wasn’t paying too much attention.
"We were right on Howland Island and we lost the signal. I told Noonan to bear right. We started losing gas. One moment we were flying at a thousand feet, next thing we were down." She dropped to her knees, watching Stride trying on Noonan’s shoes. "Does anyone know we are out here? Is there a search party on the way?" Her hopeful glance faltered. "I feared not." She slid over beside Zero, who sank down on the sand, totally discouraged.
"I have a bad kidney infection. Not sure from what," she said, "but it hurts. It burns badly in the night."
She looked so defeated Zero felt awful for her. He couldn’t help Amelia Earhart any more than he could help himself.
He had brought them to this place, but it looked like they had just continued from where they left off. Stride still didn’t love him. Damn it, he’d had Stride’s love for so short a time. It wasn’t fair.
The rumbling began again and everything started to shake. Lost in misery, not sure how to take Stride anymore, Zero watched the ocean and land on each side of them begin to close in, forming a hard surface. Finding himself moving upwards, Zero finally realised they were no longer on a beach.
He found himself in the cockpit of a huge plane. Two mannequins dressed like pilots were sitting in the seats. When he leant to examine them, he made a face. "What the hell?" Both dummies had the animated faces of clowns.
"Stride?" Zero called out.
Stride poked his head in the cockpit. "We’re in trouble. We’re in a God-damned plane...and wait until you see the passengers."
A.J. Llewellyn
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.
A.J. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
Reviewed by Queer Magazine Online
This was an interesting chapter because it continued the focus on Zero and Stride's inner conflict with themselves and the emotional battle between them...If you like conflicted heroes who reluctantly...
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