Blurb:
Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome
has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent
young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little
does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's
been searching for all his adult life.
Safely back on Prosper, he sets out
to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of
Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an
unexpected quarter.
Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the
plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates
from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward
them?
Background to the story
After I’d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to
me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and
inspired Meredith’s story. He was a significant minor character in the first
book, and I felt he deserved his own story.
STORY EXCERPT
There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be
crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew
nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised.
“Why have you dragged me here?” Oronsay asked.
“I told you why. We need his help,” Colonsay replied in a
petulant voice.
“He won’t want to go there. I told you that already.”
“He must. We need him to do this. There’s no one else who is
so perfect.”
Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he
opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a
beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was
still under Colonsay’s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed
over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These
babies would be Oronsay’s, so no wonder he was so protective.
“Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,”
Meredith suggested.
“Thank you,” Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate
to help her into the house. Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room
and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment.
Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that,
in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn’t be able to keep the real reason for her
visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No
sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than
she turned her small face to him.
“Lord Meredith, I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”
“What can I do for you, my dear?”
“My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,” she said.
“I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?” A loud
knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith’s
lips to tell him to say his master wasn’t available, when he recognised the
voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.
“What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her
to bother Meredith, Oronsay?” In the five years since he’d formed his triad and
taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he’d grown in maturity
and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his
mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements.
“What is it, my dear? Why can’t I help?” Arielle asked.
“Because you have formed your triad, and you are so
well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,” Colonsay
said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it,
and placed several kisses upon her wrist.
“You’d better explain it all to me, to us,” Arielle
suggested.
“First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do
that Colonsay can explain,” Meredith said.
“My cousins are in trouble on Hades,” Colonsay repeated for
Arielle’s benefit.
“How do you know that? Have you received word recently?”
Meredith asked.
“No. They can’t send word, but I know.”
“She’s talking about the rapport between females. She can’t
read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female
relatives is in distress,” Oronsay explained.
“Ah, I see, but why can’t you ask Arielle? Surely as your
mate he’s the one who should do this?” Meredith asked.
“Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can’t be the one to
go and rescue them,” Colonsay explained.
By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the
proffered cakes.
“Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been
of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well
trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to
marry. I don’t know the details, but I do know she’s in danger. She’s
distressed, and we must do
something.”
Colonsay stood up and
started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her
agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms,
bent his head, and folded his wings about them.
Meredith felt distinctly de
trop. The private moment didn’t last long, but when Arielle released his
mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness
and support. He’d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no
candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek
them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates
who made him very happy. What do I have
to lose?
“You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It’s true
that since he was exiled to Hades, there’s been a lot more contact with that
island. I wouldn’t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,”
Arielle said. When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, “but if
you think it’s the only way, then go I will, my pet.”
“I can go alone,” Meredith offered.
“No, it has to do with my mate’s family, so I will go with
you. Besides, I’ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay,
you will remain here and guard Colonsay.”
“No! I have to go. Vatersay won’t know either of you. Your
size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don’t know our
customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay
here and take care of all those things you do when I’m not allowed to go with
you. If I’m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to
concentrate on that.”
Arielle smiled.
“In your condition…” he began.
“Do not go down
that road, my Lord. I’m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of
good, according to the healers,” she countered.
© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing,
2016
ADULT EXCERPT
Meredith held his breath. He’d needed to offer them a way
out, but he really hoped they wouldn’t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded
to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a
little longer, but she followed Berneray’s example. Meredith stood and held out
his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings
around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the
soap they’d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but
mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was
heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a
growing desire.
“Come and sit with me,” Meredith suggested. He sat on the
sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around
each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and
snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She
took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked
back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she
leaned in and kissed him tentatively.
He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as
he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped
her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and
he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then
she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and
grasped his hair in her small fists. She pulled him closer to her. He accepted
the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until
she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on
the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked
and nipped Meredith’s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray’s mouth.
The scent of the soap that they’d used was different on Berneray. The musk of
his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed
them both. Meredith’s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.
He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa.
Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran
her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing
pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of
its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At
the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know
exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort.
Berneray’s arms were around Meredith’s neck and he kissed his lord long and
passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith’s and his hands stroked down
his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked
at the buds.
As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his
hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith’s dick,
paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of
Meredith’s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay
sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then
she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the
edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth.
The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until
he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed
obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick
to slip from between her lips.
Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in
contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms
and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their
own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to
defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its
intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He
released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down
on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which
they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned
to kiss Berneray again.
The man’s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful
to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn’t get enough of him. Meredith
surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him,
caressing Meredith’s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray’s
hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off
the bed, so that Berneray’s more delicate wings didn’t have to bear the weight
of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith’s tongue, and then he used to
tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith
responded. His cock was hot and hard against Meredith’s belly. Meredith
withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord’s mouth and
seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and
forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her
pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray. She nestled into his
back, and her small hands stroked Meredith’s arms. Her lips and tongue followed
as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her
mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard
once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the
kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed
over Berneray and lay on Meredith’s chest. She framed his face with her hands
as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them
both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his
cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own. He released
Vatersay’s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position
her on her hands and knees on the bed.
© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing,
2016
5 questions for the author:
1.
Why
is the series called Angel in Hell?
I
mentioned the picture that a reader sent to me.
When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new
world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of
Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs,
Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one
possible title for the book.
2.
Are
there going to be any more in this series?
I can’t
imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I’d better
not say there never will be one.
3.
What
else is there in the pipeline?
I have a
short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It’s a
re-issue of Life on the Edge with a
brilliant new cover.
4.
What
of Prometheus in Chains?
I am
writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered
stable relationships it’s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple
of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.
5.
What
of Flora McGregor?
I am
writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it’s a ménage.
Which one will
be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.
Author bio:
I live in
Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South
Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became
bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own,
and I wrote Initiation, book one in
the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important
part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable
one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was
setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I
have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors.
Writing has certainly changed my life.
I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have
received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so
many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his
encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for
his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta
reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on
Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.
I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails
or contacts on Facebook.
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