Book ten in the Blood Slave: Nibiru Vampire Warriors Series
Stride has sent Zero back to Earth in an effort to keep him safe, but there is no safety anywhere. Evil soon follows and so must Stride…
Stride is forced to embrace his new life as Lord of the Underworld. Being in charge of some of the most evil entities the world has ever known comes at a price—the love he desires with Zero. Banishing Zero to the Earth without him, without any memory of Stride, Stride hopes for a new and peaceful life for Zero.
Honouring his destiny, Stride impregnates his sex shifter wife, Tressa who delivers his precious son, Akakios—a magnificent half demon, half vampire. Though Stride adores his child, he quickly realizes the baby isn't safe with him. There are those who wish to control and manipulate the fast-growing boy. He sends Tressa and Akakios to Earth, hoping they can find peace and contentment. They find anything but…
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series and also contains scenes of MMM ménage and bdsm.
General Release Date: 26th December 2011
Nibiru Vampire Warriors Chapter Ten
Not only were these renegades a nasty lot, they had a weird sense of humour.
One of them threw a punch at Zero and missed. He ran headlong into the counter and gashed his head. It must have hurt like hell, judging by the blood gushing from the man’s scalp.
Instead, he shouted, "Gutterball!"
When he lunged at Zero a second time, Zero clipped him with a right hook to the jaw.
"Strike!" Zero said over the prone body. How many of them had Zero and Navarro fought off so far? Shit. It seemed like hundreds. And they just kept coming. Where is Stride when I need him? He would have made short work of these creeps.
"We got dropped down here an hour too soon. See what ogling you gets me?" Navarro asked, a wicked grin on his sweaty face. He simultaneously fought off a couple of goons, winked at Zero and pressed some digits on his little black box.
"Now!" He jumped back, grabbed Zero and they soon found themselves standing under a bright, almost painful, circle of light. It beamed them to the street. The thugs were hard on their tails.
Zero blinked back blood as he followed the wily pilot who dodged the heavy-footed goons.
Blood. He and Navarro were covered in it. They raced down the street and practically dived back into the space craft, Exodus. When the door sealed shut behind them, Zero fell into the pilot’s seat and groaned with relief. "Can I ask you why those goons try to kill people after curfew?"
"Somebody forgot it’s daylight savings time." Navarro worked the keypad of his box. "I’m pissed."
"Earth still has daylight savings?"
"Of course."
God, I miss Stride. Damn it all. He had to stop thinking about Stride. He was an obsession! I love him. Zero smiled when those three words entered his head even though smiling made his spilt lip hurt even more. What a dope I am. Love makes fools of us all.
"They’re thugs, hired by the government." Navarro shrugged as if it was nothing. "They get a fee for each body they bring in, plus it cuts down on the surplus population. Everyone’s moving to Earth nowadays. Too many immigrants from other species." Navarro sat down opposite Zero. "And the government recycles the bodies for parts."
Zero made a face. "Lovely. What in hell kind of world has this become?"
"What was the world like before?" Navarro lifted an eyebrow.
"It was...different, that’s all. It seems so...well, so cold now—mechanical and utilitarian." Zero only thought about his words after he’d uttered them. Hadn’t the world always been that way—intolerant of differences, people only thinking of the profitable bottom line, no matter what the consequences?
"All good choices of words." The man interrupted his thoughts. "So"—he stood—"how about we warm ourselves up a little and fuck?"
A.J. Llewellyn
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.
A.J. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
Reviewed by Queer Magazine Online
With only three chapters to go, the ride can only get wilder. I am buckling my proverbial seat belt as I write this. Bring it on!!!...If you like men who continue to fight for what they want, never...
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Reviewed by Fallen Angels Reviews
This fast-paced story stared with a bang and ended with a cliffhanger that will keep me in suspense until I read the next chapter...
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