What happens when your whole family is scarier than any nightmare and you have no desire to be anything like them? Do you stay and go along with the family plans or do you rebel and have them possibly turn their viciousness on you?
Jennifer Johnston experiences first hand why whispers are spoken in the dark about her species’ being evil when she was just a century old. What should have been another family dinner spent arguing over why she didn’t want to keep the bloodlines “pure” by being married off to her older brother turned into a nightmare and left her with more than tortured memories.
Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham had been pack mates, best friends, and the other’s mate for as long as they could remember. They were a deadly species all their own but even they feared the Mystics and their overly cruel and barbaric ways, but unforeseen circumstances bring them face to face with not one but a few.
Will there lives be in danger or is something great and unexpected awaiting them?
They also have to stay under the radar of the human society that is set out to destroy those they believe to be “Tarnished” and a danger to mankind.
When the three meet long ago secrets are brought to the light. Secrets no one but Jennifer knew. Not only do they have to learn to get along with each other because they are fated, someone is also stalking Jennifer and preforming sinister acts without her being any the wiser.
Jennifer must seek guidance from old acquaintances and form alliances with those she never thought she would. She is met with riddles and startling revelations that she never would have imagined possible.
Will they accept their fates and work together or will old fears destroy their lives? Will Jennifer be able to reclaim what was taken from her right from under her nose?
“Ahhh. Now this is the life. A guy could get used to this. Have you ever seen so many fine looking men in one place Jackson? I mean imagine the possibilities, babe.”
Taylor Durham was in a gay man’s heaven, with all those tight bodies swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony.
Well, that is the name of the club. Heaven’s Angles. The sign above the door has several pictures of sex positions at various angles. One could live here forever if you asked him. He had dragged his best friend, Jackson Dawls, here tonight because he needed a good lay, and nothing got Jackson in the sexing mood like some dancing, groping, and drinking. They were shape-shifters, with increased sexual hormones, and all those male bodies together got them all hot and bothered. So it was going to be a good night. A damn good night if Taylor had his way. And Taylor always got his way. Especially when it came to Jackson.
“The only fine looking man you should be interested in is me, Nyhiya. You are mine and I will kill, maim, or castrate anyone who tries to say otherwise,” Jackson replied.
“Awe babe, I love it when you get all growly. Makes my wolf wanna roll over and submit,” Taylor said.
“As it should,” Jackson replied.
He loved being a wolf. Hell they both did. The Dylia were the strongest, fastest, and one of the deadliest of any supernatural beings in the world; at least that’s what they had heard. Those twisted-as-fuck Mystics were by far the deadliest. He never wanted to be in an alley alone with one of those assholes. When Jackson and Taylor were just young pups, they were warned to not be caught alone with one of the immoral bastards. He had never run into one and he hoped to all that’s holy that he never did. And neither did his Nyhiya. He wouldn’t know what to do without the man. Nope, didn’t even want to think about it. Ever.
“Let’s get something to drink, baby. All this dancing is making me thirsty.” Taylor grabbed Jackson’s hand and pushed their way through the crowd to the bar. “Two Jack and Cokes please,” Taylor said to the bartender.
“Coming right up,” the bartender replied. They took their drinks and had a seat. Taylor was so hard it hurt. All he could do was think of Jackson’s cock pounding into his ass. With that thought in his head he downed his drink and looked over at his Nyhiya with one raised brow. He knew that look would get him what he wanted, and, even if he was doubtful, all he had to do was look at the impressive bulge in his lover’s pants.
She started writing in middle school. She would write poetry in her room or the middle of the night. Then she was introduced to short stories in a creative writing course her senior year.
Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. She also loved to watch Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer with her mom. Dark Indiscretions is her first novel.