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He'd been robbed. While in bed. Great. #Excerpt Ring of the Dragon #SciFi

From Ring of the Dragon

In this scene, Pietas has spent the night with a Kin female he calls Dark Hair (because she won't tell him her name). The female had offered to help him find the horse he's seeking as a favor to Cyken.

Light at the window woke Pietas, though it had to be an hour or more till dawn. Not time to rise yet. Immortals needed two solid hours every day or so, but for him, an extra hour kept pain at bearable levels. He closed his eyes again and stayed in bed, lying on his left side, hand tucked beneath the pillow in his usual sleep position. He had a faint memory of spooning with Dark Hair.

Sex had a way of releasing endorphins that pushed his usual pain far, far away. In a minute, he'd have to move, and it would come rushing back. It always did. But for now, he savored the respite like a dive into cool water on a hot day. How long since he had taken a day to rest? He had no recollection. Perhaps he wouldn't have to move for a little longer.

A small sound came to him. Feet on an uncarpeted floor. Inside the room. He opened his eyes to full daylight. No one in bed with him. No one between himself and the window.

He pulled his arm out from under the pillow and his pain came screaming back. So harsh, he clenched his teeth against it, but he remained silent. He'd learned young never to reveal pain. Never to cry out.

Another sound. Cloth on skin. Someone dressing.

Pietas braced his right hand against the bed, preparing to move, and caught sight of his left hand. His naked left hand. Stripped of the Dragon Ring. He never cast off Cyken's gift, not even to sleep with someone else. His portal bracelet remained in place. It was sealed around his wrist, preventing his being trapped.

No one could imprison him anywhere.

Dark Hair must have taken the ring while he slept. She had to be a trained thief to remove it from his hand. Who else had the opportunity?

Mouth clamped shut, he prepared himself for more pain.

Antonello Brothers: Immortal - Because Romance Lives Forever

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#SciFi #WriteLGBTQ #Romance

You'll find these characters mentioned in many books in my story universe.
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For millennia, they fought side by side and loved with equal passion.

How does a lonely king rekindle a lost love?

Ring of the Dragon

In 2020 when I began writing Ring of the Dragon, one of my editors suggested a song that she said might help me pin down the emotions Pietas was experiencing in this book. A bit of music to light the path and help me feel what he was feeling.

How true that turned out to be.

Upon hearing the first notes of Lewis Capaldi's "Grace" I knew I had found the theme song for Ring of the Dragon. It's poignant. Powerful. Heartbreaking. Beautiful.

Words poured out so fast I could barely keep up. I woke up before dawn with ideas and couldn't get out of bed fast enough. I sometimes wrote until I was falling asleep with my hands on the keyboard.

It was an incredible experience.

Writing Pietas is always about extremes. Laughter and agony. Passion and ennui. Success or disaster. There is no middle ground for the immortal king. All his life it's been all or nothing.

And nothing could underscore that more clearly than his relationship with Cyken, aka Luc Saint-Cyr.

In the excerpt below, you'll see them face off over Luc having fallen out of love with Pietas and *in* love with Izzorah. One of the psychic gifts that empowers Pietas is the ability to create ice and cold. If -- when -- he loses patience or finds himself insulted, room temperature plummets.

Cyken stood and crossed to him. "I aligned with Izzorah because you, his rightful king, would not. When he passes this test, and he will, he'll be one of your people. So if anyone is guilty of betrayal, it's not me." Cyken folded his arms across his massive chest. "It's you."

Rage crackled ice through Pietas's veins.

"I see you're up to your old tricks." Cyken drew a circle in the fog his breath produced. "Planning to freeze me solid again? Or only enough to sting this time?"

Trembling with effort, Pietas restrained the anger erupting into ice. "I demand an apology."

"Ah, now, there's the Pietas I remember." Cyken brushed at frost on a sleeve. "No."

He reeled back. "What did you say to me?"

"I said, 'no,'" Cyken repeated, as if explaining some household rule to a petulant child. "Get used to hearing it."

Words froze on his tongue. How presumptuous. Pietas released a shuddering breath. "Izzorah has turned you against me."

"No. He hasn't. You want to kill Izzorah because you blame him for me leaving you. Get this through your head." Cyken took one step forward.

Pietas took one back.

"I didn't leave you because of Izzorah. I left you because of you."

Lewis Capaldi - Grace

Antonello Brothers: Immortal - Because Romance Lives Forever

Click covers for the buy link. Click text for the website page and excerpts.

#SciFi #WriteLGBTQ #Romance

You'll find these characters mentioned in many books in my story universe.
Download a printable book list and check them off as you read.


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For Sale: One Invisibility Cloak #SciFi #MFRWhooks

 

In this scene from Bro, Senth is playing with a new tool he acquired for work as a thief. It's a cloak that hides him from copbot sensors, and renders him virtually invisible.

Getting the Cloak

Senth Antonello signed for his new cloak, thanked the worker, and carried the midnight blue garment down the stairs. The cloak pickup line wound down the stairs and back and forth across the entry hall of the Thieves' Guild like one of those rides at Planet Fun.

Senth had skipped the line, thanks to his adoptive father's clout. It sucked being expected to live up to the Man's reputation, but there were times being the son of a former grand master had its perks.

In the foyer, he shook out the cloak. After slipping it on, he checked himself out in the mirror. The cloak looked like nothing more than a loose fitting coat, with a back that fell straight down from his shoulders to the ground. Hidden pockets allowed him to carry equipment and stash items. He could tuck his arms inside the front and wear it like a cape.

Senth pulled on gloves of the same material and then lifted the hood. Nightstealth film embedded in the cloth activated. Nothing showed in the mirror. No reflection of himself. Like he'd been erased from the room. He turned right, then left.

"Nada, zip, zilch, zero. I'm invisible." He pumped both fists. "Yes!"

If the upgrade worked on people as well as it did on mirrors, copbots wouldn't see him, and he'd be no more than a shadow to everyone else. And just how perfect was that? Now he'd really live up to his guild name, Blue Shadow.

At least until the copbots upgraded their settings. And everybody else got theirs.

Time to test it in public.

Bro

When you can make yourself invisible, invisible truths are revealed.
Take two brothers: one a half-blood thief, one a pleasure slave. Raise them in different worlds, reunite them by fate, mix in a powerful immortal, and you have Bro, the story behind the Antonello Brothers.

Want to be first to know when Bro is released? Join one of my reader groups and you'll also get an exclusive behind the scenes booklet about the brothers.


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In this scene from Bro, Khyff is about to bolt for freedom when his client says one word that stops him cold.

NOTE: Bro has adult themes but NO graphic or explicit content.

Client or Friend?

As usual, Khyff's master hadn't allowed him to eat until he'd met his quota. First up: shower, clean clothes, food. Not necessarily in that order. He kept a few stale crackers hidden in his room for emergencies. He'd satisfied his last client, and was unscheduled the rest of the day. Or at least the next six hours.

Khyff bolted toward freedom.

"So you're an Antonello."

The way the client said it drew Khyff's attention. This particular client was one of the less odious. He didn't grab or cling, he was--thankfully--clean, and he tipped well. Still, the guy was paying for sex and Khyff had no choice. Being a pleasure slave meant you serviced the clients sent to you, or you suffered for it. In Khyff's case, refusing meant risking prison.

He would never go back there, no matter what they made him do here.

Khyff clenched his teeth and pasted on a smile. "Pardon?"

"Your last name." The guy continued getting dressed, seemingly in no hurry. "It's Antonello, right?"

"Why?"

"I never noticed before. It's right here on my receipt." He picked up his mobile and turned the screen toward Khyff. "I mean I've been here what... five times now?" He poked at the screen. "Whoa! Seven. Huh. I should have a free visit after three more."

Khyff choked back a retort. His master was giving away free visits with him? It would take hundreds of client visits to earn enough in his Freedom Savings Account so Khyff could buy himself. If his master was giving him away, it would take forever.

Khyff jerked open the door.

"You don't look like the other one."

Half a step into the hall, Khyff's heart stuttered. He made a slow pivot. "Other one?"

"The other Antonello. You look different."

The world went silent. Khyff came inside, shut the door and leaned against it. "So I'm sure I heard right. You know another Antonello."

"Yeah. I saw the name, and figured you had to be related. Antonello's not common. Not on Kelthia. I'm guessing you don't have much family here."

Good guess. More than three quarters of the world's population was black-skinned. Khyff had blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Could this be a link to his missing mother? Did the client know her? Khyff fought the hope that rose within him. It had been how many years? No, he would not allow himself to hope. When you hoped, people could hurt you more.

Bro

When you can make yourself invisible, invisible truths are revealed.
Take two brothers: one a half-blood thief, one a pleasure slave. Raise them in different worlds, reunite them by fate, mix in a powerful immortal, and you have Bro, the story behind the Antonello Brothers.

Want to be first to know when Bro is released? Join one of my reader groups and you'll also get an exclusive behind the scenes booklet about the brothers.


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Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current works in progress or previously published books by possibly new-to-you authors. Thank you for stopping by. Please say hello or leave a note in the comments.

 

In this scene from Bro, Senth plays with his new "toy" -- a cloak that hides him from copbot sensors and makes him invisible to people.

Senth plays with his toy

Once Senth stepped outside the Thieves' Guild, he proceeded down the street, gaining the required distance from the entrance. Commit thievery on the grounds and they'd blackball you so hard you'd-- He shook off the thought. After he reached the limit, he skirted around a businessman and backed away, the man's ID in hand. Senth tucked it into one of the cloak's myriad pockets. A male worker in a dirty uniform lumbered past. No trouble unclipping a debit bracelet fastened to the guy's belt.

Of course they felt nothing--his skills ensured that, but the upgraded cloak worked so well no one even looked in his direction. For fun, Senth re-clipped the bracelet on the worker, and then followed the businessman for a block before tucking the ID back into the man's pocket.

Now to see how well the cloak would let him evade after being seen. He pushed back the hood, which turned off the nightstealth, and stepped right in front of a teenaged boy.

Senth let him get a good look at his face.

The kid glared. "Watch where you're going, you half-human freak."

"Half-human? You mean HalfKin." Senth gestured to his catlike eyes. "Get it right, kid." He bared his fangs and hissed.

The punk backed off, and then darted around him. Senth tucked the guy's debit bracelet into a pocket, and then moved off the sidewalk and raised the hood, but did nothing else to hide.

The kid suddenly glanced at his empty wrist and whirled around, his gaze searching the ground. He hurried past Senth without speaking, once in one direction, and once in the other, and kept going.

"Should I return his bracelet? No, I think he should've said 'excuse me, sir.' He owes me a 'sir-charge'." He pushed back the hood and started walking.

Bro

When you can make yourself invisible, invisible truths are revealed.
Take two brothers: one a half-blood thief, one a pleasure slave. Raise them in different worlds, reunite them by fate, mix in a powerful immortal, and you have Bro, the story behind the Antonello Brothers.

Want to be first to know when Bro is released? Join one of my reader groups and you'll also get an exclusive behind the scenes booklet about the brothers.


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Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current works in progress or previously published books by possibly new-to-you authors. Thank you for stopping by. Please say hello or leave a note in the comments.

 

In this scene from Bro, Senth fights with idBot over a single, deleted--but vital--message.

Message Deleted

A buzz at Senth's wrist alerted him to a message. He withdrew his mobile and set the device to read-only mode, rather than bring it up on holovid.

The message required a password, which told Senth who had sent it. His Sen'dai--guild master--and father, Luc Saint-Cyr.

The Guild didn't accept non-humans, unless they were enslaved to a human member. No one could rise past level ten, unless related to a human member. Guild-arranged marriages and adoptions happened regularly. To keep the Guild happy, Saint-Cyr was Senth's lord and master and his adoptive father.

Could his Sen'dai send a note the way anyone else would? Of course not. No, the Man had to do it with mystery and ceremony.

Folks in this town never referred to Saint-Cyr by name. You could hear the capital letters when they called him the Man, or referred to him as the Harbinger. His father was the crime lord all the other crime lords wanted to be when they grew up.

"Ooh, big scary Man." He thumbed off the device. "Please let this be a job and not him thinking I screwed up." Senth ducked into a coffee shop and made his father's handsign to the worker behind the counter, then slipped into a back room to access the password function in private. That he had no idea what the password might be did not deter him. It took seconds to break in.

"This is prolly some test to see how fast I can break these suckers." He opened the message, and then brought the device to his ear.

"A worker at the Guild says he's met a man who claims you're family. Come home and we'll discuss it. Now." The message ended.

Senth jerked the device from his ear. "No way I heard that right." He pressed play and brought it to his ear.

"The idBot messaging system regrets that your message has been deleted. Would you like to access another message at this time?"

"No, I wouldn't like to access another message. I want to hear this message." He poked at the screen. None of the usual options showed. After several fruitless minutes, he resorted to asking for help. "IdBot, how do I replay the message?"

"Message has been deleted."

"I know that, you stupid machine. Undelete it."

"IdBot is unable to comply."

Senth swore under his breath. "Why?"

"Message was delivered as hear-once-and-delete. Would you like to access another message at this time?"

"No, I wouldn't, idiotBot. Thank you not very much." Senth turned off the device and put it in his pocket. "Why is Dad sending me encrypted hear-once messages? What in the worlds is going on?"

Bro

Bro, Antonello Brothers Prequel

The tech Senth is about to claim will make him invisible. Finally, the young halfbreed thief will be out of sight and far from the taunts humans throw at him. But when that tech reveals he has a human half-brother who's bound by a cruel slaver, Senth must find a way to win his brother's freedom and save him from abuse -- even though Senth is a slave himself.
When you can make yourself invisible, you reveal invisible truth.
Get Behind the Brothers, an inside look at the characters and story behind Bro. Sign up for one of Kayelle's reader groups and get this booklet, advanced notice when the book is ready, and much more. https://kayelleallen.com/readergroups/


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