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Shadows of Betrayal – Mychael Black
Shadows of Betrayal is a trio of short erotic tales. For the men in these stories, there are no happy endings. These are not romances, and there is no happily-ever-after.
In The Watcher, lovers Patrick and Max discover why messing around in a cemetery is a bad idea. They are not alone.
In Abandoned, Trent is waiting for his vampiric lover to return home, only to face betrayal he never thought he would at the hands of the man he loved.
Finally, in Echoes of the Past, vampire Victor is mourning the death of his beloved Daniel. When the pain becomes too much to bear, he takes Fate into his own hands, reuniting him with his love in the afterlife.
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EXCERPT from The Watcher:
“Are you sure this it?” Patrick looked around and shivered. Something about camping out in a graveyard gave him the creeps, no matter how cool he thought it was.
“Of course, I’m sure,” Max said, sliding down the smooth surface of a newer headstone to sit on the ground. He pulled the backpack from Patrick’s hands and started digging through it. “Where’d you put the stuff?”
“What stuff?” Patrick asked, looking back at him finally.
Max stopped rummaging in the bag and peered at him from over the top of his glasses. “The joint. The camera.” A slow, wicked smile crept across his lips. “The lube and rubbers.”
Patrick chuckled and jerked the bag out of Max’s hand, tossing it to the side as he pushed Max down onto his back. He straddled Max’s lap and ground down hard on him. “Aw, is somebody horny?” he teased. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as Max’s crystal blue eyes darkened slowly beneath the clear lenses of his glasses.
“Maybe,” Max said in a low, rather husky voice. He grabbed Patrick’s hips and thrust up. “There’s just something incredibly erotic about fucking in a cemetery.”
Patrick could only nod before Max pulled him down into a deep, searing kiss. He pulled away long enough to lift Max’s glasses off and then resumed the kiss. Max’s hands drifted down to cup the cheeks of Patrick’s ass and Patrick was just about ready to rip their clothes off when he felt a light brush to the back of his neck. He shivered and moaned softly. Max always knew where to touch him to arouse him the most. The caress drifted over his neck again and then moved down his spine in a slow, lazy line.
“Mm, that feels good,” he murmured softly on Max’s lips. A squeeze to the cheeks of his ass was Max’s answer. Patrick froze. How could Max have touched his neck or back when his hands were…
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