Sunday, August 25, 2019

Deleted Scene - One Wild Omega

Hi there! After peeking at the reviews—I see some readers didn’t care for Tanner’s story as much as previous Omegaverse books. It seems the biggest gripe was that there was too much story in the past. 

But after alluding to a backstory between Fitz and Tanner in Bellamy’s story, I felt like I really needed to show you all they’d been through. The mistakes they’d made along the way. I stand by the story I wrote. I loved it.

If you weren’t a fan, it’s all good ☺️ I’ll get ya on the next book!


Cut Scene from
(Alphas of the Western Provinces, 2)

ã2019, Kelex

A New Home

Fitz pulled up outside Bellamy’s building and fished for his phone in his pocket. Before he could dial the number, Bellamy came striding out the front door. He turned his head to offer a smile… but saw Bellamy wasn’t alone. His expression faltered. 

Tanner McCreary was there at Bellamy’s side.

Bellamy opened the passenger side door. “I hope you don’t mind, but Tanner wanted to see the townhouse, too. I thought he could come with us and take the tour.”

Of course he did.“No problem… hop on in, Tanner,” Fitz grated out through his forced smile. 

Tanner’s eyes narrowed as he smiled back. Without a word, he slid into the back of the cab and settled in while Bellamy climbed into the front.

Fitz glanced up in the mirror. The blue and purpled hair monster in the backseat glowered at him. Another fresh wave of the odd dislike he always felt washed over him. Be nice.He’s Bellamy’s friend.

“So where are we headed?” Fitz asked.

“Taylor Street and Fifth,” Bellamy answered. “I can direct you once we get there.”

“Staying in Uptown, hmm?”

“Barely,” Bellamy replied. “It’s on the fringe between Uptown and Down, but it’s a nice, quiet neighborhood from what I saw when I sneaked by yesterday.”

Fitz’s eyes flicked to the rearview and their third wheel before he pulled out into traffic. “I guess it’ll be nice to have him out of your… ah… hair.”

“Actually… I rather like having Bellamy staying with me. It’s nice to have someone around who appreciates art.”

“Another designer, are ya?”

“Fine artist,” Tanner corrected.

“Ah,” Fitz answered. “So that’s why you’ve got this wild get-up. You’re an artiste.”

“Does my appearance offend your khaki and polo wearing sensibilities, Fitz Walker?”

Just the way Tanner said his name made him cringe. “I don’t know, Tanner McCreary. Maybe it does. Looks like someone who simply wants attention.”

“Fitz,”Bellamy admonished under his breath.

Tanner proceeded, not needing Bellamy to fight his battles. “Or someone who doesn’t care about what other people think. I wear what I want. It matters little to me what your opinion is. I am who I am. Vibrantlyso.”

“Someone who didn’t care wouldn’t try so hard.”

“Ashamed that you can only fade into the background, alpha?”

“Will you two stop?” Bellamy cried, spinning to face them both. “What in the hell is wrong with you guys?” He looked at Fitz. “I’ve never seen you so rude.”

Fitz clenched his jaw, knowing Bellamy was right. He had no idea where the words had come from… they’d just spouted from his lips like water rushing in a river. Why he felt the need to push the omega’s buttons… he simply didn’t know. “Sorry,” he murmured before looking up into the mirror. “Sorry.”

Tanner had his arms crossed over his chest—and had pulled on a large pair of sunglasses. “Whatever.”

Fitz eyed Bellamy and saw the omega looked hurt by his actions. He felt terrible for putting that look on Bell’s face. “Sorry.”

Bellamy spun to sit straight ahead again, the tension in the cab cloying. 

Fitz knew he needed something to shift gears—as well as stop himself from ripping apart what he’d just done with a magnifying glass. His rude behavior didn’t just unsettle Bellamy… it unsettled him, too. The fact he didn’t know how to stop was almost frightening. “So, tell me more about this townhouse.”

Bellamy sighed before answering. “It’s a small brownstone in a row of many. Built nearly a hundred years ago. They all look alike on that street, but what really matters is the inside—which I have amazing plans for already. Eventually, I want to use it as a showplace. A way to show potential clients what I’m capable of. You know… once I have my own firm.”

“So that’s the plan, hmm?” Fitz asked. He quickly glanced at Bell before making a turn. It was nice seeing the frown fading away. The omega’s excitement helped ease memories of his bad behavior away. 

He gave another quick glance in the mirror and saw Tanner staring out the window, watching the scenery pass. Again he felt bad about the things he’d said. It wasn’t like him. Not at all. What was it about McCreary that had him act that way?

McCreary. That sums it up.Another rich boy, able to throw his money around and get whatever he wanted. Fitz hadn’t grown up in a world like that. They were like oil and water, never able to truly blend.

“Over there… by the tree. Park there,” Bellamy said, excitement in his voice.

Fitz parked quickly and they all jumped out. He took a look along the street and indeed saw that all the townhouses looked the same on both sides, for as far as the eye could see. But there were many large oaks lining the narrow street. Individual houses had made minor changes to stand out a bit here and there. A potted plant here, a colorful flag there. He spun to face Bellamy—and Tanner—before following the pair up to an empty townhouse nearby.

A beta realtor was there to open the door as they arrived. “Bellamy! So glad to see you again. Come on in.”

As soon as they were inside, a round of introductions were made before the realtor gave them all a huge smile. “Welcome everyone. Go ahead and give the place a walk-through. I’ll stay down here and let you roam. Feel free to ask any questions.”

Fitz glanced around. The townhouse was narrow… and the small rooms didn’t make it any better. He felt claustrophobic.

“Tiny place,” Tanner murmured in agreement.

“Of course you’d say that. You’re used to mansions,” he said without a thought. He’d thought the place was small, too. So why the fuck had he felt the need to start another argument?

Tanner and Bellamy glared at him before they walked deeper into the house.

“I know it’s tight—but I want to blow out these three walls and open it up. Once I did that, it would feel twice as big,” Bellamy said. “Ripping it open would be easy. Affording to put it all back together again will be the expensive part.”

“Sorry, not trying to eavesdrop, but we couldpotentially add some for renovation costs into the mortgage,” the realtor said, off to the side.

“That would help,” Tanner said. “The money and blowing out these walls. It wouldn’t feel so… claustrophobic.”

“Heisonly one person,” Fitz replied. “It’s not like he needs a ton of space.”

“Be nice,” Bellamy whispered at Fitz.

Tanner turned to eye him. “Bellamy asked me to come and offer my opinion. Which I am doing. Do you have a problemwith that?”

Fitz felt words bubbling up his throat and had to clamp tight in order not to say them. “Nope.”

Tanner glared a moment longer and Fitz felt a tight pinching in his chest. What the fuck?

Bellamy moved closer as soon as Tanner’s back was turned and gave him a look. The look an alpha never wanted to see from an omega—especially one he thought might be the one.

Utter disappointment.

 “Sorry,” Fitz said for what felt like the millionth time that day. He held up his hands in mock surrender and bit the inside of his lip as a reminder to keep them shut for the rest of the tour. From that point on, he trailed behind the pair… took a peek here and there… and saw potential in the townhouse. If renovated well, Bellamy could have a beautiful home.

When they were done with the tour and outside on the small back deck, Bellamy turned to them both. “Can you see my vision?”

“I think I can,” Tanner said. “And I think it would be gorgeous once you had your way with it.”

Not to be outdone, Fitz added. “I know you can make this place amazing. I’d love to help with the renovation. Get my hands dirty. I could potentially get my brothers over here to help, too.”

“That would be awesome,” Bellamy said. “I’d make sure there was plenty of pizza and beer on hand if you and your brothers could be my wrecking crew.”

“Not just wrecking,” Fitz said. “We all know a thing or two about construction, so… I’d love to help make this place right for you. Make it a home you can be proud of.”

He glanced to the side and saw Tanner glaring at him again. Only this time… there was something different in his eyes.

A high-pitched humming roared in Fitz’s ears… his heartbeat thundered there, too.

“I appreciate the offer… and I might take you up on it. But, honestly Fitz… this is a huge job. I won’t take advantage of you like that,” Bellamy said.

“It’s not taking advantage when I offer it. Friends do things for one another… right?”

“A little help is fine. I won’t have you and your brothers busting your asses for me. I mean, I could afford to pay you some, but not nearly enough.”

“Pay? No,” Fitz replied.

“Then just what is it you get out of this deal?” Tanner asked him, one blue brow sharply elevated.

Friendstake care of one another,” Fitz spat. “Do you have many of those, McCreary? Or just random people around you that you use for your entertainment?”

Anger shone in Tanner’s eyes before he stormed back inside the house.

Bellamy glared at him. “Fitz? I’ve never seen this side of you. And frankly… I don’t like it.”

As soon as Tanner was gone, the anger he’d felt shifted and it was like the red was taken from his vision. “I don’t like it either. Trust me.”

“Why are you being so cruel to him?”

Fitz shook his head. “I don’t know!” When Bellamy didn’t look convinced, he added, “Seriously. I don’tknow. For some reason, I feel defensive when he’s around. I felt it at the club the night I met him, too.” Something tickled at the back of his brain… a memory… a thought of something, but it wouldn’t come. “I see red when he’s around. I can’t explain it.”

“Explain it or not, I want it to stop. Tanner saved me. Literally.Had it not been for him, I’d likely be back east, locked away in the Omega Quadrant. I owe him a lot. For my sake… please… be nice.”

Fitz clenched his jaw and nodded. “This isn’t who I am. It isn’t. You know that.”

“I thought I did.” Bellamy eyed him warily before walking inside.

Fitz remained outside another minute, trying to understand the reaction Tanner caused in him. It didn’t make sense. At all. 

He wasn’t this man. He wasn’t cruel. He didn’t start arguments just for the sake of starting them. Once he’d calmed down a little, Fitz walked back inside and heard the tail-end of a conversation between Bellamy and the realtor. 

“…I can have the offer drawn up and submit it to the owners. I know they’re motivated to sell, so I think you might have a good shot at it even at that low of a price. So many have walked in and seen what shape it’s in and walked right on out. This place could use someone willing to give it some TLC.”

“He needs to keep the offer low, too. So he can affordto fix this place up,” Tanner said to the realtor. 

Why are you worried about his money?Fitz managed to keep that comment to himself. With great pains.

“We’ll see what they say,” the realtor replied. “Bellamy, I’ll call you when I get an answer—one way or another.”

Once they were all outside and in Fitz’s truck, Bellamy turned to them with a brilliant smile and fingers crossed on both hands. “Maybe I’ll get lucky!”

“I almost hope you don’t,” Tanner murmured. “Because I don’t want to lose my roommate.”

Fitz swallowed down another comment. And another. He decided it best just to keep his big mouth shut. He drove Bellamy back to the building the two currently shared and pulled up along the curb. Tanner was quick to jump out without a word. Bellamy paused a moment before unbuckling.

“Maybe we could go grab some lunch?” Fitz asked hopefully. His stare went to Tanner’s back as the omega marched toward the front door. “Just you and me?”

Bellamy shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll… I’ll see you, Fitz.”

Fitz watched as Bellamy left, the door slammed closed in his wake. 

What the fuck did I just do?

He drove off down the street completely confused about his own behavior… and what to do to win back Bellamy’s trust.



“I am soooosorry,” Bellamy said as soon as they were in the apartment alone. “I’ve never seen Fitz act that way. And I never would’ve asked him to come if I knew he’d treat you like that.”

“It’s okay,” Tanner murmured. “Not your fault. He’s just an asshole, apparently.” No. He’s a dick. A total Richard, remember?

“Honestly… he’s been a great guy up to this point. Maybe something’s going on with him… I mean, in the time I’ve known him—he’s neveracted like this.”

“Seriously. It’s no biggie. I’ll survive.” Will I?He forced one foot before the other, heading for the kitchen and something to drink. He gazed into the fridge, but saw nothing that appealed. Then he saw the old whiskey bottle on the counter and decided to pour himself one.

“It’s only two in the afternoon,” Bellamy said behind him.

Tanner took the shot before looking at his roommate. “Not like I work banker’s hours.” He poured another.

“I guess not,” Bellamy mumbled. “I just rarely see you drink.”

The alpha drove me to it.“Rarely doesn’t mean never,” he said before downing a second one. He immediately poured a third and pounded that back, hoping to take the edge off the pain he felt.

Heat the chill of Fitz’s loathing for him.

Because he sure as hell felt cold inside. And a little empty. It was one thing to get an ugly look or two. A sneer. It was a whole other thing to feel total rejection.

From his alpha.

Not mine. Never. Fucking asshole. 

And still, Tanner knew deep down that he’d never be able to ignore the attraction he felt toward Fitz. Maybe it was a good thing Bellamy was moving. Maybe he could cut ties and put up walls to protect himself. If he never saw either of them again, he could forget. Heal. Move on. Because that’s what an adult would do.

Versus this pouring of salt into the wound he seemed unable to stop himself from doing. 

After the fourth shot burnt its way down his throat, he poured another and let the liquor’s warmth burn away Fitz’s coldness. Drunk was the only option he could think of in order to stop feeling what he was feeling.

As soon as he’d downed the fifth shot, he turned to look at a shocked Bellamy. The world was growing a little fuzzier around the edges and he felt more mellow. “Want one?”

Saturday, August 17, 2019

NEW RELEASE: One Wild Omega: An MPREG Omegaverse Book (Alphas of the Western Provinces, 2)

Tanner's story is HERE!


From the first moment they met, Tanner McCreary and Fitz Walker have always had a love-hate relationship. One that bordered more on the latter, much to the chagrin of Tanner—who knew from first glance that Fitz was his alpha. For some reason, Fitz acted like he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Even with the scent masking drug, Scentex, keeping them free, an omega’s alphas always seemed to sense something in the air when close.

But that wasn’t the case with Fitz.

So Tanner backed off, licked his wounds, and figured fate would lead them back together someday. Maybe then things would be different.

Someday came, but only made the situation worse. Tanner learned they shared a close friend in common—another omega—one Fitz eventually bedded. Brokenhearted, Tanner was sure the gods, fate, or whoever was in charge of binding an alpha and an omega together had gotten it very, very wrong.

His mate wasn’t the one apparently. Tanner lied to himself, saying he didn’t care, and kept his secret close. When the truth finally emerges, Fitz knows he has mountains to climb to make things right, and even that might not be enough. 


 This book is part of Kelex's Omegaverse... there are two series based in the same world...

The Omega Quadrant 
His Surrogate Omega, 1
Unexpected Heat, An Omegaverse Short, 1.5
Suddenly His Alpha, An Omegaverse Short, 1.9
His Reluctant Omega, 2 (Coming Soon!)

Alphas of the Western Provinces
One Wild Heat, 1
One Wild Omega, 2
Title TBD, 3 (Coming Soon!)


Copyright 2019, Kelex 

“Got any more of that?”

“What?” Tanner lifted the cup to his lips, took a great big sip, and then lowered it. “This? You need some java?” The omega smiled his customary arrogant, smug little smile. The one that usually caused Fitz’s jaw to clench. “Rough night?”

“Yeah,” Fitz answered, only mildly irritated by the little sprite. “Can I get some coffee?” He cringed again, knowing full well Tanner wouldn’t make a move unless he made some kind of concession. As much as he hurt, he was willing to beg. “Please?”

The please seemed to hang in the air between them. He lifted his stare to Tanner and saw an odd look cross the omega’s face for a moment before it was gone.

“Sorry. I only made enough for me,” Tanner said before draining the last of the cup and finishing it was a satisfied “aahhh.”

Fucking asshole.“Nice. Thanks a lot, McCreary.”

“Tell me why you’re here and maybe I’ll make you a cup of your very own,” the omega murmured, an evil smile on his lips. He lowered his empty mug to the counter and hopped down, his piercings jingling a little as he landed.

“It’s really none of your business why I’m here,” he snapped before remembering he was trying to butter the man up. He was in no mood to go rooting around a strange kitchen in order to make his own coffee. He would, if forced.

Tanner glared at him. “This is my brother’s house. And since he did just mate your ex-‘friends with benefits’, maybe you did something to him. Will I find Quinn’s body if I search the place?”

Fitz rolled his eyes. “I didn’t kill your brother.”

“Really? As I recall, you just said you don’t remember how you got here. So who knows what mischief you got into between points A and B?” Tanner glanced around before yelling, “Quinn? Oh Quinn? Are you dead?” Tanner walked over to a door, opening it and revealing a way into the garage. “Quuuuinnnn? Oh Quuuuuiiiinnnnnnn!”

Tanner’s screaming and his headache were not compatible. No more compatible than the two of them were. “Godsdamn it… will you quit with the yelling?” He lifted his palm to his throbbing skull. “He’s probably with Bellamy.”

Tanner quickly spun to face him and then closed the garage door behind him with a thunk. “With Bellamy?” Again, a perfectly arched eyebrow dyed the same purple as his hair rose sharply and that smile returned for a moment. “What do you know?”

“Make me that coffee and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Tanner paused a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Tell me and maybe I’ll make you that coffee.”

Fitz growled, knowing they could very well ride along that impasse for an hour if he let it happen. “Look… my head hurts. My whole everything hurts. My mouth tastes like garbage.” He glared at the omega. “If you want a story, I need caffeine in order to tell it.”

From the look on his face, Tanner was trying to decide if a little bit of work on his part—and giving in—was worth the reward offered. “You better tell me everything…or you’ll regret it.”

Fitz knew he might regret it one way or another.

Tanner wandered back to the kitchen, and Fitz heard water running and a too-loud grinder whirling away. That’s about the time his bladder started screaming. “Is there a bathroom close?”

“Front hall, just under the stairs,” came a cry from the kitchen.

Fitz gingerly rose to his feet, the earth only swaying a little. He carefully made his way to the bathroom, wobbling some. Standing before the pot, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans before lowering the zipper. As soon as he had dick in hand, Tanner came sliding into the bathroom and sat on the bathroom counter next to him.

“Fuck! Tanner!” he cried, trying to cover his cock with his free hand. He looked down and saw he’d accidentally sprayed some on the back of the lid. Great.

“Whoa! Clean-up on aisle four,” Tanner exclaimed. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to aim?

“Fuck you,” Fitz spat.

“Oh, you couldn’t handle me, Fitzy.”

Fitz released a long sigh, not delving into that conversation. “Can you get out so I can piss?”

“It’s not like you’ve got anything different than I do.” Tanner tilted his head, trying to get a peek over Fitz’s hand. “Or do you? Do you have some weirdly shaped schlong? Is it all bent and twisty?”

Fitz growled and tilted his body away from the omega somewhat, hiding himself from view.

“Damn. Now I really wanna see it.”

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Coming Soon! One Wild Omega (Alphas of the Western Provinces, 2)

One Wild Omega
Alphas of the Western Provinces, 2

Tanner's story is coming soon!

(Unedited blurb)

From the first moment they met, Tanner McCreary and Fitz Walker have always had a love-hate relationship. One that bordered more on the latter, much to the chagrin of Tanner—who knew from first glance that Fitz was his alpha. For some reason, Fitz acted like he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Even with the scent masking drug, Scentex, keeping them free, an omega’s alphas always seemed to sense something in the air when close. 

But that wasn’t the case with Fitz. 

So Tanner backed off, licked his wounds, and figured fate would lead them back together someday. Maybe then things would be different.

Someday came, but only made the situation worse. Tanner learned they shared a close friend in common—another omega—one Fitz eventually bedded. Brokenhearted, Tanner was sure the gods, fate, or whoeverwas in charge of binding an alpha and an omega together had gotten it very, very wrong. 

His mate wasn’tthe one apparently. Tanner lied to himself, saying he didn’t care, and kept his secret close. When the truth finally emerges, Fitz knows he has mountains to climb to make things right, and even that might not be enough. 

Kiss Me!

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Sunday Spotlight - B.A. Tortuga and Jodi Payne present WRECKED

Welcome B.A. Tortuga back to Sunday Spotlight. This week, she's bringing along her co-author, Jodi Payne, as well. They're here to share a bit about their upcoming western MM release, Wrecked.

The call comes when Beckett Adler least expects it. He’s made a new life for himself in Vermont and has a law practice of his own. After four years, he’s even stopped wearing his wedding ring. So when he finds out his husband, bull rider Skyler Paulson, has been badly injured at an event, he isn’t sure what he wants to do. He knows what’s right, though, so he heads down to Baltimore to bring his man home.

Sky knows his injuries are a career-ender, and he can’t believe Beck has come for him after all this time. He’s not a hundred percent sure what went wrong with their marriage

Genre: Contemporary Western Length: 276 pages, 67000 words 

Preorder -- Available July 23
Amazon  *  iBooks  *  Barnes & Noble  *  Kobo

Sky fucking refused to pussy out. He forced himself to walk whenever no one was watching. It was pure agony, dragging himself along behind his wheelchair, one step at a time.

The sooner he could walk, the sooner he could be functional, the sooner he’d get out. These doctors up here didn’t know cowboys. They kept telling him to be patient, to take it easy.


Easy wasn’t the way.

“I know, I’m early. I’m here to take the rock star cowboy to—whoa. Hey, man.”

He rolled his eyes as Kevin put a foot against the front of the chair. He hadn’t planned on getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Fortunately, Kevin sounded more amused than pissed.

“Going to the little cowboy’s room.” That was a fair answer, right?

Kevin rolled his eyes. “You know there’s no brakes on this thing, right? You want to walk? All right. Let’s go, cowboy. Let go of that death trap and hold on to me.”

“That’s fair enough. Thanks.” By the time he made it to the restroom, he was soaked through and breathing hard. Goddamn, it sucked to be old.

“So, you want the chair for the way back?” Kevin grinned, daring him.

“Fuck you, asshole.” He shut the door in Kevin’s face, huffing out laughter. He did his business, washed his face, thought about shaving, decided against it, and headed out.

The chair was waiting when he opened the door, and Kevin wasn’t playing. “Sit your ass down.”

He knew when he was stuck, so he sat. “I’m working to get better, buddy.”

“Good.” Kevin rolled him about two feet to a chair and sat in it, face serious. “Listen up. I’m your best friend and your worst enemy. You want to start walking? Great. We’ll do it. We will do it. You have a metal rod and pins in your femur and a brand, spanking new hip. You take one fall that you’re not prepared for, and that hip is toast. If your hip is toast, not even God is gonna let you walk again. Am I making myself crystal clear here?”

“I want to start walking.” He leaned forward. “My guy and me, we’ve been broke up for four years. Four. Now he’s in my life, and I’m fucking worthless. I got to get better, man. I have to.”

He finally had a chance to be with Beck. He wanted it.

About the Authors:



Jodi’s Gents (Reader Group):







JODI PAYNE takes herself way too seriously and has been known to randomly break out in song. Her men are imperfect but genuine, stubborn but likable, often kinky, and frequently their own worst enemies. They are characters you can't help but fall in love with while they stumble along the path to their happily ever after. For those looking to get on her good side, Jodi's addictions include nonfat lattes, Malbec and tequila any way you pour it.









Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friends, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Special Sunday Spotlight - Frey Ortega and Warmth of His Light

Welcome Frey Ortega back to this special Sunday Spotlight. I know I haven't had many of these, as of late, but Frey got me out of my hibernation :) Check out the first Blanchard Coven book, Warmth of His Light!


When Eos Hawthorne went to meet a friend one evening, he never expected his entire life to change. As if stumbling across a group of men fighting in an abandoned lot by his home wasn’t shocking enough—one of those men suddenly attacks him...with fangs and claws.

Vampire coven leader Julien Blanchard is having a bad day. After failing to apprehend a murderer and traitor to his coven, the absolute last thing he needed was a hapless human stumbling into the picture— especially an intriguing young man who, as it turns out, happens to be his mate.

Eos doesn't know if he believes in mating, and knows nothing about the supernatural world he is suddenly thrust into. Julien is a vampire who has always put his coven and his duty first.

Will their burgeoning love be enough to see Eos safely through the dangers he finds himself in? And even more so, can it make the cold-blooded Julien relinquish control and embrace Eos, and the warmth of his light?

Warmth of His Light is the first book of the Blanchard Coven series. It is M/M, HEA, and complete at 61,287 words.

Available on Kindle Unlimited

Eos took a couple of steps back, almost as though he were right there in the midst of the action. He didn’t see anything else but the indistinct silhouette of bodies moving that he’d forgotten about the alley behind him, thinking he was about to get slashed at. Eos took a couple of steps back…and managed to hit his back loudly against what seemed to be a rather empty dumpster with a loud clang.

Well, it was mostly empty—except for a cat that gave an irritated yowl at being disturbed. It promptly sprung out at Eos, surprising him and making him jump.

“Shit!” Eos cussed. He twisted away, but his center of gravity was messed up by the sudden cat-attack and the fact that he had forgotten there was even a dumpster there at all. Eos fell flat on his rear right beside the dumpster…which he now noticed was leaking underneath.

But thank God I didn’t trip into the puddle of…whatever the hell that is. Eos wretched, fighting down the urge to barf.

Eos grimaced and not just because of the unidentified liquid dripping from underneath the dumpster that he was almost about to touch. Maybe the worst thing about this entire situation was that he had dropped his burger and soda, and now they were all over the concrete floor. Little cubes of ice splattered all over the now-very-wet pavement, some of which soaked into the wrapper of the once-pristine burger. He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned as he looked at what was supposed to be a nice little midnight snack.

“What a waste,” he muttered, and wobbled up to his feet. Eos checked himself for any scrapes or wounds, but aside from a sore butt and a bruised ego at being caught unaware by a cat, he was fine.

When Eos looked up, however, he’d noticed that the men he was eavesdropping on had stopped whatever they were doing and were now looking at him. Now, with their eyes trained on him, he could actually see their features more clearly.

They all suddenly had crimson-colored eyes, the color of blood, and the only reason Eos noticed was because they shone for the briefest moment when they trained their eyes on him. Didn’t one of them have blue eyes, earlier? And another had green ones, the color of forest foliage. The lanky one who was being surrounded had his teeth bared. No, not teeth—fangs.

Eos gulped. “Holy shit.”

Not only were the men blurs when they moved and fought, but they were…demonic blurs. Beastly blurs. Sexy, unsettling, demonic blurs.

That’s when he realized that the lanky, cornered man—with the eyes of a blood-crazed beast, the fangs of a demon, and the frenzy of an animal with nothing to lose—had broken through the three of them, and was now running straight for Eos.

As Eos closed his eyes and curled into a ball, one final thought came into his head…

I knew I shouldn’t have left the house today.

About the Author

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

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