Stride has wiped Zero's mind of all memories of him, but love is stronger than death. Zero starts to remember, their passion rekindling in spite of terror and threats.
Stride might be in command of all the demonic forces in the world, but it sure doesn't feel like it. Like any ruler, he never knows who trust…even his own sex shifter wife. Stride and Zero, the man he truly loves, are reunited but it's no picnic in the garden of Eden…only snakes and demonic forces hell-bent on destroying Stride.
Fearing his beloved son, Akakios, will have to endure the same miserable childhood Stride did—not to mention the control of deadly, evil forces—Stride and Zero once again wind up on the run. This time, they have help in the form of the fallen angel, étienne, to help protect their precious cargo. Realising that his own people want to take possession of Akakios, Stride must make decisions that could sacrifice his relationship with Zero…and his own life.
Reader Advisory: This book is part of a serial and is best read in sequence.
This serial contains scenes of menage and bdsm.
General Release Date: 23rd January 2012
Nibiru Vampire Warriors Chapter Eleven
Stride didn’t hesitate. He closed his eyes and instantly he was there in front of the tent. The rain poured down on him, soaking his long black hair, plastering it and his thin shirt to his skin. The anaconda was over twenty-five feet long and he estimated a weight of about five hundred pounds. He reached out for the snake and clutched it around the throat.
The snake slithered and squirmed in his fist, its eyes flashing fire on top of its head. "Command me, my Lord." A forked tongue slid out of its mouth and attempted to lick Stride’s face. "You are some beautiful demon, my Lord. Do you wish my life?"
Stride ducked back away from the tongue just in time to avoid its slimy kiss. He reached up to brush some hair out of his face. He squeezed his fist, feeling the life in the snake begin to wane. "I know what you want! You won’t take my child."
"We can raise him to be what he was meant to be. Giving him that name will not save him from his fate. My Lord, you have enemies. You are shaking the foundations of Hell. We want your son...and we want you out!"
Stride’s fist tightened and he tore the snake’s head from its body. It flopped to the muddy ground and lay silent. Stride sneered down at the lifeless form. "You’ll never get my son. You’ll have to rip my heart from my chest first."
Zero stood, breathless, at the opening of the tent. He’d sensed something—something evil. He’d lain the baby down and gone to peek out of the tent flap. When he’d spotted the snake, he’d been prepared to defend the baby with his life but then... Then he’d stood spellbound as the most beautiful man he’d ever seen had appeared a few feet away.
The man was tall and muscular. His long hair was plastered to his head, his clothing soaked through, revealing every succulent inch of his hard, muscled torso.
Tears blurred his eyes. Zero had seen this man before. His heart knew him intimately, had pressed his lips to that sweet flesh. Stride. He’d picked up the snake as if it were some kind of stuffed toy. His eyes... His eyes had turned blood red. It had made Zero take a step back. He’d seen vampire eyes glow red before—he could do it himself when his emotions were aroused—but this was...something quite different. As Stride shook the snake, his entire face changed. He shifted from a beautiful, seemingly human male to some kind of a monster. The image lasted only a few seconds—the distortion faded in and out as if Stride was trying to cast it off. His skin looked almost scaly, the sharp teeth elongated, and even the cheek bones and nose shifted to something quite grotesque.
The downpour was now a drizzle and Zero stepped out of the tent. Stride stood staring down at the dead snake as though ready to strike if it rose up again. "Stride," Zero said softly.
Stride glanced up. He didn’t say anything.
"I did get it right. You are...Stride?" Zero swallowed. "I know who you are." He came closer. "I know my heart."
"The baby..." Stride spoke. "Is he—?"
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.
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The Blood Slave series has led the reader through a reality that can't be more different from Earth than possible. The usual laws of nature are thrown out the window on Nibiru where anything is possible...
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What a great chapter!...If you like epic stories with nothing less than the fight of good against evil at stake, if you like that story to come with a paranormal flair and some humorous side comments,...
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