In this final chapter of Blood Slave: Nibiru Vampire Warriors, Stride and Zero find a home on earth…but can they ever find lasting happiness?
In this exciting, action-packed instalment, Stride and Zero are reunited, and Stride's son is now a teenager who is questioning his sexuality. Things happen fast with the intervention of good and bad entities and an ancient Greek mythological deity.
The planet Earth is re-inventing itself as the three men take up residency in this strange new world. Forgetting the past is a natural human phenomenon, but for the vampire family, it's a dangerous path to tread.
Zero finds his work as a star fleet commander comes in handy as he takes a job flying an air taxi. Stride too finds employment befitting his unusual skill set as the self-deposed king of the underworld.
However, death and danger still lurk and a surprising enemy threatens not only the small family, but all of humanity as evil begins its dark and ugly uprising. Who can they trust and can they survive this latest threat?
Reader Advisory:This book is part of a serial and is best read in sequence.
General Release Date: 27th February 2012
Blood Slave: Nibiru Vampire Warriors Chapter Twelve
When the motorcycle came to a stop, Judas hopped off and removed his helmet. "Okay, stud. You take it from here."
Stride nodded. Judas didn’t have to explain. He already knew—they were driving straight to Hell.
He straddled the bike. Judas stood there for a moment looking at him. Stride had donned his dark leggings and long black leather coat for the journey. Silver studs lined his tall black boots, matching the silver chains that hung from the lapels of his coat.
The jewellery wasn’t quite the thirty pieces of silver that Judas had famously accepted in exchange for betraying Christ, but he could see by the dazed look in the other’s eyes that he’d made an impression.
He saw the glint of the sword handle peeking out from a holster at Judas’ hip, and smiled. They were both armed and prepared for battle.
"Are you getting back on any time soon or what?" Stride raised an eyebrow.
"You have no idea what an image you strike on that bike, do you, Stride? I don’t know whether to run from you or fall into bed with you."
"It would help, Judas, if you concentrated on the task at hand."
Judas nodded, giving Stride a once-over. "Easier said than done. I do have my weaknesses...in case you didn’t know."
He reached out and touched one of the silver chains.
"Well..." He cleared his throat and hopped on the back of the bike. "Now I know why we don’t need an army."
Stride revved the motor. "Asb’el is running things now. He is kind of the interim leader. We’ll go to him first." The nose of the bike reared up, the front wheel leaving the ground. It propelled through the air like a jet.
They were travelling faster than Judas had ever gone on this thing. Stride could tell just by reading the man’s thoughts. Judas held on to Stride’s hips a little tighter.
Stride read the alleged fallen apostle’s thoughts like tickertape running through his mind...
It’s kind of nice holding on to him. The guy has a killer body—hard and muscled. I could get used to this...
"Don’t get too used to it. And you can take your hand off my thigh unless you want to be known as Judas, the one-armed warrior for God."
"Funny." Judas removed his hand and continued to converse with Stride in his head. "Might not be so bad. Look what losing his head did for John the Baptist. That bastard’s been playing the sympathy card for aeons! I could do with an image overhaul."
Stride glared at the hand that began roaming his body again. "You need an image overhaul?"
"Of course I do! I saw the look of shock on your face when you saw me. Everyone expects me to be rotting in Hell."
Judas dropped his hand for the second time.
Stride smiled. "Hmmm...well, it seems my suggestion worked."
"I’d like to keep my arm. I have a feeling losing it won’t get me much sympathy."
"Good choice."
The bike dropped closer to the ground, hurtling through a dark tunnel. They could smell the burning flesh, feel the heat.
Judas retched. "Good God, pardon the pun. You lived here?"
Stride only laughed-a deep throaty laugh that, in spite of his switching sides, probably sounded downright devilish.
"We’re going to meet resistance soon, aren’t we?"
You bet," Stride shouted over the motorbike’s noise. "I’m surprised your lord didn’t send Michael along. He’s the one with the rep."
"Michael’s a wimp," Judas declared. "It’s all hype. I’m the guy with the muscle."
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 Fallen Angels Reviews
This series was a fascinating ride from the very beginning and the action never let up to the end. It was an unexpected twist when God sent Judas Iscariot to help Stride fight their way into hell. Judas...
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Reviewed by Queer Magazine Online
I am happy to report that I loved this final chapter of the amazing book serial as much as the previous 11...This is truly an amazing series, a great piece of writing...
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