This week as I was diving into edits, I stumbled across a partial from the second book in my Xenres Sins Series. Which of course got me thinking about book one. Ruthless came out a little less than a year ago, but dang if it doesn't seem longer ago than that. So I'm featuring it this week. Enjoy and hopefully I'll be able to get back to book two after I get some of these other projects off my plate. :)
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Welcome to Xenres. Located in the heart of Dushanbe, a person can indulge in any sin imaginable, which is exactly what Eryk Solie has set out to do. As a lone Arctic wolf shifter in a foreign country, he longs for something more than mindless one night stands with men who could never completely understand him. Intuition and a tip from a local leads him to Xenres. Inside the notorious gambling hall, he finds his mate, one of the owners of the club. Too bad the man is considered to be one of the most ruthless vampyres in the district. To win a night in his mate’s arms, Eryk will have to lose at a game of chance.
Asha Talavi not only co-owns the darkest gambling haunt in town, he’s also a self-made vampyre. His ruthless nature has gotten him everything he’s ever wanted including the sexy wolf shifter who dared to accept his challenge over a hand of cards. But even after Asha claims his mate, there is treachery a foot in the form of a former lover. And when Eryk returns the following evening, he tracks down his mate to only find the man with another, claiming he doesn't remember him, or their wager and mating. Only an ancient ritual will tell if Eryk's love will be a match for Asha's ruthlessness and which shifter will in the end claim Asha.
“Which means you end up with either unpredictable bear shifters or pissy wolf shifters.” Kiarad shook his head. “And judging by the looks of him, that shifter is probably a polar bear.”
Asha smiled, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t know, and really can’t tell right now, with all the human scents in here.” Pushing away from the table, he stood. “Perhaps I should go and introduce myself to him. Make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Already visions of having the blond on his knees sucking his cock stroked Asha’s lust. He hadn’t had a good cock-sucking since the artic fox shifter a couple months ago. His erection deflated a bit at the thought of the overly-possessive shifter, who hadn’t been able to able to accept the reality that while Asha had enjoyed the hell out of fucking his tight little ass, he wasn’t about to mate him.
“Sit down.” Kiarad grabbed his arm. “You’re one of the owners, for fuck’s sake. Let the man come to you.”
Sinking back into the chair, he finally glanced at Kiarad’s face. “You think?”
Kiarad rolled his eyes. “Of course I think. He’s at the bar talking to Saeed. And if I know anything about our buddy, he’ll take one look at the man and send him up here.”
As if the words were a trigger, the blond at the bar glanced up at the owner’s table before giving a shrug of his wide shoulders. Shoulders that Asha had sudden fantasies of sinking his fangs into. A moment later the shifter grabbed the beer, and began weaving his way through the throng of people.
“See? Told you.” Kiarad nudged him. “Just be careful this time. The last time that damned fox shifter stole a whole week from you.”
Asha growled as Kiarad stood. He could understand his friend’s warning. Jason, an arctic fox shifter, in order to convince him of his worthiness as his mate, had actually erased Asha’s memory and videotaped it as proof, thinking if Asha could see his talent, it would convince the vampyre of his suitability as a potential mate. That’s when Asha had kicked the damn fox to the curb. He might be ruthless, he might be an asshole at times, but even he had limits. The fact his best friend thought it necessary to remind him of his foolishness with Jason pissed him the hell off. “Yeah, which is why I’ve decided I’ll never take a mate. Too much trouble, so don’t worry, Mother, I’ll wrap my junk and be home by dawn.”
Kiarad’s eyes began to glow. He bristled before grabbing his soda. “You know I really ought to kick your ass, but seeing as how tall, blond, and yummy might have plans for it, I’ll catch you later.” Then he was gone, floating down the steps in only a way a vampyre could do. Kiarad had barely blended into the crowd, when the soft tread of the object of his lust reached his sensitive ears. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of blue eyes and white teeth before the man’s scent hit him, and the beast inside stirred. He had to hold on to the edge of the table to keep from leaping over its polished surface and claiming the man. His gums burned with the need to release his fangs. Fate had decided to play the ultimate trick on him. For a man nearly five centuries old, he’d given up on finding a mate, declaring he hadn’t needed one. But as his mate climbed the steps, it became obvious fate had another idea.