Book Name: Feather Fall
Series: Spell Slave
Book: Two
Hero and criminal. Brute force and subtle charm.
Jonathan White and Crow Belcane are polar opposites, but if they want to rescue
the man they both love, they’ll have to work together.
After visiting his former lover, Crow knows only one
thing: he loves Regis and he will do anything to reclaim him. But before his
very eyes, Regis is abducted. Kidnapped by high-end slavers. Only Regis’s
infuriating partner, Jonathan—a dangerous vigilante—is willing to help.
To infiltrate the slave ring, Jonathan and Crow
disguise themselves as master and pet. As a slave, Crow is pushed to his limit.
He’s chained, branded, whipped, and forced to obey Jonathan’s every order. But
the longer he spends at Jonathan’s feet, the more natural his disguise begins
to feel—and the more he likes it. As much as he hates Jonathan, they make a
good team.
Both of them are devoted to Regis. Despite the
overwhelming attraction between them, Jonathan is unwilling to betray his
partner, and Crow is unwilling to come between them. But once the three of them
are together again, all bets are off.
Pages or Words: 65,000 words/260 pages
Categories: BDSM, Bisexual, Fantasy, M/M
Romance, Romance, Menage/Poly
Excerpt:
Crow followed Jonathan to the lodging
house. Jonathan looked like he was going to explode with rage the entire walk
home. Crow prayed they didn’t come across anyone looking for a fight.
When they strode in, the woman at the
counter scowled. “Your boy’s only been gone two days,” she said to Jonathan.
“Already bringing whores home?”
Jonathan waved her away. “He’s a friend,
Marta.”
“Friend,” she muttered. “Yeah, all right.”
She sniffed. “Long as you send him on his way when you’re done with him. Don’t
want him harassing my patrons.” She bustled down the hall. Crow stared after
her in shock.
“She thought you were a prostitute,”
Jonathan said helpfully. He opened the door, then locked it behind Crow.
Immediately, he went to the back door and swept it open. He went into the
garden and hugged Chartreuse around her neck. His grip was white, and his
entire body was rigid. “Fucking slavers,” he muttered. “Fucking disgusting.”
Crow leaned against the doorway, arms
folded. “Why did the innkeeper think I was a prostitute? Do you often pick up
whores?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes at the joke. But
he relaxed a little, and he went back inside with Crow. He shut the door. His
fingers rested on the knob. “So,” he said.
“So,” Crow said.
Jonathan looked away, hands clenched. “I
need a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Will you teach me how to—” Jonathan
grimaced. “How to be charming.”
“What?”
“Charming,” Jonathan said, like his teeth
were being pulled. “It’s just this—this thing you do. I mean, let’s be honest
with each other for a moment. You’re a terrible person, and yet every single
person that meets you instantly likes you. How do you do that? Show me. I need
to improve my acting skills.”
Crow didn’t want to teach Jonathan
anything. But they were in this mess together, and if Jonathan slipped up and
ruined his disguise, then they would both be in terrible danger. Crow saw on
the bed. “Fine. Come here.”
Jonathan circled the bed like a wary
animal. He sat far away from Crow.
“First lesson,” Crow said. “Body
language.”
“What? Why does that matter?”
“You need to relax. If you look nervous,
everyone else will become nervous, too.”
“I don’t feel relaxed,” Jonathan groaned.
“You don’t have to feel relaxed. You have
to look relaxed.” Crow leaned against
the headboard and splayed his legs. “See? Like this.”
“I can’t fake it the way you can.”
Jonathan popped his fingers, then cracked his neck. He stretched his legs out,
then touched his toes. Finally, he rolled his shoulders and let out a breath.
He did seem a little less tense now.
“Good,” Crow said. “Now. Lesson two. Just
be nice. Observe people. Give them compliments. Listen to what they say. It’s
easy.”
“Really?”
“Of course. I mean, that’s how I seduced
you the night I met you.”
And the room became weirdly silent.
The night they’d met. Right. The night
Crow had waltzed in, spent a few minutes talking to Jonathan, and then stripped
his pants off. Crow winced. It was probably a raw wound for Jonathan,
considering the fact Crow had—at the time—been part of a plot to kill him. He
shifted to the middle of the bed. He crossed his legs. “Look at me.”
“What?”
“I want to teach you about sexual tension.
It’s important. We need to investigate the House of Red Silk, but if we stall
too long, Madam Karis might realize we’re up to no good. You must keep her
attention. If she becomes impatient, pretend to be interested in a slave.”
“Interested? How do I do that?”
“Like this.” Crow leaned in. He lowered
his eyelashes and tilted his head a little. His gaze slowly went from Jonathan’s
hands, to his chest, then—ever so slowly—he met Jonathan’s eyes and held them.
The air between them felt thin as paper, as though if he moved one inch closer,
the barrier between them would tear.
Jonathan jerked back.
His face was unreadable, but his eyes were
wide, pupils blown. Crow put his hand on Jonathan’s arm, and Jonathan jerked.
“Tension is a sense of anticipation,” Crow said. “Stretch out that moment. Make
it clear you want him.”
Jonathan skirted away to the edge of the
bed. “Oh, come on,” Crow said. “If you can’t do it with me, how are you going
to do it with a stranger?”
“I keep thinking about that time you
threatened to skin me,” Jonathan snapped.
“That happened once.”
The light outside had faded. Twilight lit
the garden. Crow felt exhausted from his façade. He got up to draw the
curtains.
“No, wait,” Jonathan said. “I….”
Crow glanced back.
Jonathan had a painfully awkward look on
his face. He blew out his breath. “Sorry. You’re right.” He got up. He rubbed
his face. When his hand moved away, his expression was cool again. He scanned
Crow’s face, then—hesitantly—touched Crow’s jaw, then his collarbone. He
crowded Crow against the wall. Their chests didn’t touch, not quite.
Heat flickered through Crow’s body, and he
was aware, powerfully aware, of how long it had been since he’d trusted someone
to touch him. He shuddered.
Then Jonathan pulled away. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” Crow said. “Like that.”
Jonathan shut up and went to bed. He lay
fully clothed on the mattress, alone by himself. Crow swept up a pile of
blankets and dumped them on the floor by the wall. He burrowed into his little
nest and closed his eyes. He didn’t sleep. Where was Regis? Locked in a cage
somewhere? Sold?
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If you encountered Evelyn Elliott, you’d see a small
soft-spoken woman wearing a sundress. At first, she seems like a perfectly
normal woman. Do not be deceived.
Her hobbies include watching grisly horror movies,
torturing her characters, and tending to her flower garden. She enjoys long
walks in the park and collecting the souls of small children.
Whenever she reads a book, she always roots for the
villain.
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