Title: The Brotherhood Vol. 4
Author: Willa Okati
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: August 2, 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
Welcome to Amour Magique. Where gay paranormals come to find love…
Nothing Like Experience – Allen’s comfortable with his quiet life as a columnist and veterinarian, and he’s firmly off the dating market. Chance is determined to convince Allen that there’s nothing wrong with a May December Romance, but Allen’s even less sure when he discovers Chance happens to be something he never expected to find outside of science fiction: a lone wolf. Actually, a werewolf.
Believe It or Not — Harrison’s spent much of his career debunking urban myths. Then he receives a letter from someone claiming to be a mage and offering to prove it. Naturally there’s a catch. Harrison will have to pay a visit to Amour Magique to meet Martin in his lair. Harrison’s sure Martin’s a fraud, and Martin thinks Harrison is a blot on the paranormal community, but the sex is positively incendiary. The question isn’t magic but love, and the choice is set before them: believe it or not?
Incubus Call — Liam’s in a lot of trouble — not an unusual position for an incubus, even one as harmless and good-natured as himself. But his enemies have it in for him in a big way. Jordan may not be a magical prodigy or a supernatural anything, but he’s intelligent and determined. He won’t let his lover stand alone. Not even if it costs him his life.
The Brotherhood Vol. 4
Willa Okati
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Copyright ©2024 Willa Okati
“Hey, buddy. I guess you don’t know it, but I’m here; I’m watching your back. So, you get as much sleep as you can.”
Liam, his head resting in Jordan’s lap, mumbled and stirred.
“Shh. Take it easy. Remember how you taught me to listen to silence?” Jordan massaged Liam’s temples in soft, irregular patterns. He knew better than to draw deliberate symbols on anything. You never knew what you might summon up, and — in a place like Amour Magique — it’d be double-dare danger.
The floor they rested on, hard and cold, wouldn’t have been anyone’s first choice for a snooze, but Liam hadn’t been picky. Sound asleep, he’d tilted sideways out of his computer chair. Jordan had only just managed to catch his lover on the way down, and there they now sat, Liam’s soft, reddish-brown hair spread over Jordan’s thighs.
Jordan kept talking, hush-hush, but keeping his lover grounded, teasing Liam to keep the guy there with him even in his dreams. “I thought you were nuts the first time we met. I was sure the guys with the little white coats were going to come take you away any second. Then, when I got to know you and started to believe, I thought about checking myself into a rubber room. You knew better, though. Didn’t let me be stupid. You’ve always known the score with every game going, so why’d you want to go and get yourself into a mess like this one, huh?”
Liam shifted slightly, making a pained noise. His forehead furrowed.
“Hey, shh, shh.” Jordan stroked between Liam’s eyebrows until his lover’s face smoothed out. “I’m not upset. Come on, you can play along with me. I want to hear what the quiet has to say.”
Jordan held Liam’s face between his palms, let his own eyelids slide closed, and began to take deep, shallow breaths, matching them to Liam’s respiration. He let himself fall into the rhythm of air flowing in and out, the sound washing away like the ebbing of the sea.
He heard the silence.
The whisper-soft tick of a clock sweeping away seconds.
The low, yet high-pitched electronic hum of computers and video monitors, all gone dark, but still turned on.
The drip of a tap somewhere nearby.
The faintest hint of the party raging beyond the control room on Amour Magique’s dance floor, where everyone’s dreams came true.
Where you did your best for eleven guys who barely know you, much less like you. Where you put everything on the line to give them happy-ever-afters.
I love you, Liam, and I know what you are: incubus. I’d walk through Hell for you — but I don’t think I’ll ever really understand you.
Jordan blindly brushed his fingertip ever so lightly across Liam’s cheeks, then traced the shells of Liam’s ears. “Gotta say the quiet isn’t helping much. I’d hoped something would pop out with handy instructions on how to save the day. I know you need your rest. That’s fine. I’m not going anywhere, especially not before you wake up. You are going to wake up again, aren’t you?”
Jordan, do hush, he imagined Liam saying sleepily, humor in the drowsy slur of words. I will be fine. Fear not. Hold me while I regain my strength; I need no more than your company.
Or so Jordan hoped.
Liam had warned Jordan that he might be heading into danger, that he might need Jordan’s help.
In Jordan’s opinion, the incubus had understated the point. There were big, bad monsters — with teeth too sharp for his taste — battering the gates, trying their hardest to get to Liam. What kept them from breaking through, Jordan didn’t know. Lilith had tossed around words and phrases like “gifts” and “calm before the storm” and “barrier they don’t know how to cross…”
Jordan didn’t get it, but he was grateful for the brief respite all the same.
He’d also never seen his lover like this before. Zonked-out after a marathon fuck or dozing in the afterglow, sure. But not flat-out dead to the world, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest to let Jordan know Liam was still alive.
“Hey.” Jordan gently jostled Liam’s shoulder, trying not to wake him and yet perversely hoping he would rouse. “When you’re immortal, does ‘alive’ mean the same thing as it does to humans?” He pretended he heard Liam’s chuckle, followed by some Yoda-type bit of wisdom, which made absolutely no sense if you took the words at literal value. Instead, Liam sighed and nestled his cheek against Jordan’s groin.
“Don’t worry, tough man. I’m here.”
“Yes,” Liam whispered, raising his small hand to cover Jordan’s larger one. “You are. You came.”
Jordan couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief, which trailed into a chuckle as he lifted his lids and looked at his lover. “I’ve been here all along. You just didn’t recognize me.”
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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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