Title: The Brotherhood Vol. 3
Author: Willa Okati
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: July 5, 2024
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 272 pages
Genre: Action Adventure, Box Sets, Dark Fantasy, New Releases, Paranormal Romance, Romantic Comedy, Urban Fantasy
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Synopsis
Under Hill and Over the Bar — It’s a Midsummer’s Eve nightmare for Laurence, who has set up camp deeply in the closet. Keelan’s more interested in encouraging him to embrace his true self.
Tunnel of Love — Christian, the youngest member of The Brotherhood, is also a male stripper. Ewan treats Christian like a real person. Still, Christian will have to accept more than Ewan’s geekiness when his fantasy comes to life.
Salt of the… Earth? — A former male escort, Alex is hot, he’s hip, and he knows how to play the dating game. He’s out at Amour Magique with one goal in mind: find someone absolutely down to earth, have a fabulous night, and hopefully get laid. What he finds is Dylan.
Once Upon a Liam — Jordan’s just been through a really special level of Hell, and desperately need to work off some stress. He wants Liam — and Liam is what he gets in his bed, every way Jordan and Liam could possibly want.
The Brotherhood Vol. 3
Willa Okati
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Copyright ©2024 Willa Okati
While Keelan busied himself with preparations, Laurence did what any sane man who’d just fallen down the rabbit hole would do: he lay still and kept quiet. However, as he gazed up above his head at the moon moving in her path and the twinkling stars, his mind was anything but still.
Elves were real? If so, then it followed that everything else Keelan had said was probably true, too. Liam, a sex demon. Laurence couldn’t help but smile a bit over the notion. He’d never have pictured an incubus who was barely five feet five, curly-haired, and given to the latest in hand-tailored GQ, but he supposed Liam must have moved with the times. Come to think of it, the man’s impish features and maple-colored curls would have fit in pretty well with a toga and a wreath of laurel leaves.
It also likely followed that the rest of his Brothers were, or would be, in much the same straits as himself, beset by creatures that didn’t normally walk the earth. Or perhaps they did, just in disguise. Laurence spared a few moments to think about the men he mostly didn’t know, of whom he liked only a handful, and wondered where they were, what they were doing. With any luck, the men he shared salt and bread with every week were all having the time of their lives tonight — for one night at least.
Had any of them found true love? If so, he wished them well. Frankly, he was inclined to believe they’d run into the same situation as he had — enchanted by an otherworldly creature who talked a good line but who was fantastic in bed.
He silently saluted the moon. Here’s to making love.
Keelan called his name from behind him, voice hushed. Laurence approved. Silence, or as near silence as possible, befit the moment. Even the air felt solemn and still, as if something unseen was waiting and watching to see what they would do. Perhaps benevolently, but there nonetheless. “Laurence, are you ready for me?”
Laurence took in a deep breath. Now that he was concentrating on it, the air tasted differently than the thick, musk-choked aroma of Amour Magique’s dance floor, the yeasty beeriness of Rocco’s bar, or even the normal outdoors he was used to in Charleston. Here, everything seemed a bit newer, more unspoiled. Fresh. Irish Spring, he thought in amusement.
He breathed in and out again, steadying himself, and nodded. “I’m ready.”
Instead of leaping on him, as Laurence had more or less expected, or even crawling up his body in a panther-like stalk, as he might have done, Keelan sat gracefully down by his side.
Such ease of movement… if I believed in fairy tales, I would have pegged Keelan for what he is from the moment we met. Laurence turned his head to look at the elf, mildly curious and letting it show.
Keelan had been a busy elf indeed. Somehow in his silent preparations, he’d not only found a handful of condoms, now scattered across the grass in shining square packets, he’d procured more of the wonderfully scented lubricant in a duplicate glass bottle and, most surprising, come up with a shallow basin filled with what smelled like — Laurence sniffed again — lemons. “What is this?” he asked, raising his head in an effort to peek.
The elf smiled, dipping his hand into the pan with a splashing sound. He came up with a soft sponge that dripped with suds. “For you,” he said softly. “For this, our last time together, we should be clean. I’d wear the mark of you all night long if I thought you’d allow it, if I thought you would stay.”
“And since I won’t?” Laurence’s voice was gentler than he expected.
“Then let me wash your creamy skin clean of any stickiness, and your chest of any sweat. Let us come together as if this were the first time, fresh and clean.” Keelan made a slight move with the sponge. “May I?”
Laurence considered the elf for a stretch of time, not in any hurry to make up his mind, then acquiesced. Keelan smiled, his face so beautiful it almost hurt Laurence to look upon him, and laid the sponge carefully against Laurence’s belly. The water it had soaked in was warm indeed, just this side of being too hot. It felt like heaven against his sore muscles.
Keelan began to rub in slow, easy circles, easing away the coat of sticky fluids Laurence had gathered, dipping back into his tub of cleansing water time and again. His face was a study in concentration as he washed each quadrant of chest, each ridge of the stomach, and, after a quick questioning glance, Laurence’s cock and balls. Keelan treated them with the same care he had lavished on the rest of Laurence’s body, handling them like the jewels all men prized their own packages as.
“What about you?” Laurence asked as Keelan picked up a thick white square of terrycloth to wipe away the dampness and suds. “Do I get to wash you, too?”
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Willa Okati (AKA Will) is made of many things: imagination, coffee, stray cat hairs, daydreams, more coffee, kitchen experimentation, a passion for winter weather, a little more coffee, a whole lot of flowering plants and a lifelong love of storytelling. Will’s definitely one of the quiet ones you have to watch out for, though he — not she anymore — is a lot less quiet these days.
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