Book Title: Dark Flame (Flame-Born 1)
Author: Kat Silver
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Bookfly
Release Date: February 6, 2021
Genre/s: MM paranormal/urban fantasy
Trope/s: Enemies to Lovers
Themes: Finding home and self. Self-discovery. Self-acceptance. Learning to trust.
Length: 82 000 words/310 pages
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Hunted by a vampire prince. Caged by his rescuer. Can Michael escape the dark destiny written in his blood, or will his own heart be his undoing?
Blurb
“I know who you are because you belong to me. You were born to be mine.” ~ Alexei Vasiliev, the vampire prince.
Haunted by the death of his parents, Michael Blakeley wants answers. The twenty-six-year-old martial artist seeks their killer, but he also wants to know why electronics short out at his touch, and why his libido is a raging fire.
When a group of soldiers calling themselves Guardians rescue him from a back alley ambush and claim to have the answers he needs, he agrees to go with them. Especially when they tell him the attackers were vampires. But nothing in this supernatural underworld is as it seems, and when the silver-eyed commander cages him instead, Michael’s answers slip further away.
Can Michael find safety from the vampires who claim him? Can he escape the dark destiny he discovers is written into his blood? And will he break the chains of the commander who keeps him captive? The one man he has no desire to leave?
Dark Flame is the first pulse-pounding book in the Flame Born LGBT urban fantasy series. If you like enemies to lovers, shifters, sexy vampire princes, and scorching heat, you’ll love this smoldering tale of bloodlust and magic.
Warning: Dark Flame is a gay erotic love story. It contains explicit language and sexual scenes between men, and is meant for adult readers only. There is content some readers may find distressing. See inside for potential triggers.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he gets up, his movements smooth for a man of his size, and I take it as my cue to move too. I shuffle to the door of the van, and I’m about to step out, but he turns and plants his hand on my chest.
“Don’t leave the van, Michael. Sit here. I will continue to Ground you while we wait for the car.”
I don’t appreciate him ordering me around. I’m not one of his bloody soldiers. I need to stretch, breathe some air.
“I’m just gonna walk around a bit. Okay?”
He steps sideways into my space. He doesn’t push, but he doesn’t move his hand either. I knew I wasn’t free to leave. I’m sick of him touching me like he has the right.
I grip the pressure point by his thumb to twist his hand off my chest. The move should induce excruciating pain, forcing him to jerk away. I’ve executed the defense countless times. His hand doesn’t budge. Not an inch. His arm holds like a steel girder. Tiny sparks crackle between us, but he just looks down at me, watching my struggle with interest.
I glower up at him. “Move your fucking hand.”
“No,” he says matter-of-factly, and the bastard’s mouth twitches as if he finds my aggression cute. Which pisses me off.
I keep hold of his wrist and level my fury at him.
I’ve faced beasts in martial arts competitions, stared them down, but I find Flanagan’s diamond gaze a hard one to meet. He appears at ease, and yet his eyes glow with an intensity that could burn through bone. The hint of something dark and menacing flickers in their depths. I’m pretty good at reading people—you have to be when you grow up in foster care; it’s how you survive. This man may appear calm and patient, but his eyes tell me he’s dangerous. Unyielding and resolute. In other words, hard as fuck.
I drop my hands. “I want answers.”
“And you’ll get them.”
My legs burn with the need to bolt, to leave this madness behind, but given the fluid way Flanagan moves, even if I could get past him, I don’t think I’d make it far.
I shoot him one last sour glare and step back to perch on the lip of the van floor, feet braced on the ground. He nods his approval. Arrogant bastard.
I’m a simple northern English lass with an addiction to writing, as well as all things romance. Also addicted to cats, cat videos, and anything with, you know, cats in it. And there’s chocolate, and tea, coffee too, and rainy Sundays. Okay, I have many addictions. But my first love has always been story in all its forms, from movies to books to anecdotes told over a beer at the local pub. If we’re sharing a story, I’m all ears. And if it’s fantasy with sexy heroes and vampires and lots of angsty luuurve, I’m probably drooling. Come in, pour yourself a tea, and kick your shoes off. Let me tell you a story.
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