Declan Graham is a
skeptic. He's a driven man with a logical mindset that leaves no room for the
belief in ghosts, spirits, or things that go bump in the dark. Much to his
dismay, a loss of employment leads him to move back to his kooky New England
hometown, a place filled with people who believe in all things supernatural and
where everyone seems to have a secret. On top of it all, his neighbor is the
son of a Norse god.
Within twenty-four hours
of meeting the demi-god Finn Bryant, Declan’s understanding of the world turns
upside down, and he finds himself face-to-face with the superstitions he has
tried to escape from over the span of his adult life. Filled with a mysterious
and enigmatic hunk, passionate love, and the threat of certain death, the
strange town of Cherish will put Declan through a gauntlet of turmoil that
leads up to a final realization that may just be enough to unravel his very
sanity.
STORY EXCERPT
“You have to be shitting me. Excuse my
language, but that is the biggest lie I have ever heard. I heard the rumors
about all the women that want you in town,” Declan sputtered about before his
brain could even think to stop those words.
Finn simply laughed in
that carefree kind of way and went about fixing his plate. If it was one thing
the other had beyond good looks and an obvious sense of humor, it was an
appetite. He watched on in awe, yet again at his neighbor, as he piled his
plate high. He couldn’t say that he didn’t understand, for the man looked like
a sheer powerhouse of physical prowess and well-defined muscle. By the time he
sat the brown dish back in front of him, Declan couldn’t even see a single bit
of the plate’s visible surface for the sheer amount of food that was on it. He
in turn fixed his own serving, but it was one that hardly matched Finn’s in
volume.
“It’s the truth. I’m not
exactly attracted to women. Cherish doesn’t have a huge populace under the age
of forty-five to pick from beyond that,” he said.
“Or the sane,” Declan
offered.
They both broke out into
earnest laughter.
Finn swallowed and washed
down a bite of pork with his wine. Declan picked at his plate sparingly. He was
far more entranced in his company than he was in the delicious meal his mother
made them. Finn leveled his gaze at him while he speared another stem of
asparagus onto his fork.
“I guess you don’t buy
into the whole supernatural thing, huh? That was one of the first things I
noticed about Cherish. Everyone seems to have their own belief system, and they
are as far-branching and diverse as the next. It’s a welcoming kind of
community like that, I guess. No one is forced to believe any one thing,” Finn
said.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s hard enough growing up with the struggle of sexuality, the uncertainty of
the future, and the need to fit in. All my life, until I moved to California, I
watched as the people around me put their faith blindly in a world that doesn’t
exist.
Vampires, werewolves, ghosts…it’s all just a bunch of nonsense, like the
tooth fairy is for children. It gives us some hope in a life after death, when
all we really have is this fleeting moment. Where was a guardian angel when my
dad lost the fight to stage-four cancer?”
Finn frowned heavily at
him and volleyed him a look that appeared laden with genuine concern.
The rest of their meal
went by with idle chatter. Time passed more quickly than he would have liked to
admit. They discussed what exactly Finn did for work as a private contractor,
the spiritual group his mother ran, and their dreams and aspirations for later
in life. Declan was surprised at how easy he was to talk to. For the first time
in a long time, he simply let his guard down and let someone in. He wasn’t
disappointed either. Finn was as kind as he was a good listener. There was
something about the other that made him feel perfectly at ease. While there was
definite attraction there, they were able to simply get to know one another
through the rest of dinner, which was a nice change of pace.
The hours seemed to pass
like minutes in Finn’s company. Declan was able to laugh and joke with him in a
way that he hadn’t found ever before. They flirted back and forth, enjoyed some
witty banter, and ended up breaking into a new bottle of wine. He wasn’t sure
if it was the buzz of the red wine or the elation of having company that
actually stimulated him intellectually, but Declan was having a ball. He’d have
to remember to thank his mother in the morning for the chance to meet someone
as delightful as Finn. He could see what all the other women in Cherish must
have spotted in the man—a caring individual that was as attractive on the
inside as he was the outside. He felt himself heavily attracted to the man,
both physically and emotionally. It startled Declan to recognize such a thing
and he withdrew a little. The last thing he wanted to do was to get his heart
broken again by a handsome man with a silver tongue.
Declan put away the
leftovers, cleared their plates, and poured them another glass of wine. His
mother had made them a small cheesecake to share for dessert, which he pulled
out and sat upon the counter. He had turned away from Finn to get a knife out
of the drawer reserved for cutlery when he felt the heat of another body slide
up behind him. Declan felt every muscle in his body tense with the closeness of
the man he was so attracted to. There was the pass of lips against the exposed
back of his neck, between his messy hairline and the collar of his sweater. It
was pure instinct to lean back into the warmth of the hard dominant body behind
of him, even if his heartbeat thudded away a million miles an hour in his chest
“I’ve been waiting to do
that all night,” Finn murmured heavily before he trailed just the tip of his
pink tongue against the back of his neck.
ADULT EXCERPT
Finn’s voice was husky and
full of craving when he uttered a single command. “Undress.”
He was in no position to
resist such a command, nor did he have the slightest inclination to deny Finn
what he wanted. He was sure there was a dazed hunger that showed in his eyes.
Declan toed out of his shoes, taking a moment to kick each to the side as he
went. He fumbled anxiously with the belt buckle of his pants thanks to his
trembling hands. The weight of the demigod’s gaze was heavy upon him, bathing
him in the erotic fervor of longing. He breathed in with a shallow gasp. Finn’s
desire was an intense pulsation upon his skin. Within moments he stepped out of
pants, boxers, and socks. Tentatively, his gaze lifted from the ground to meet
his god’s. What would it feel like to have his cock pulsating inside of him? He
hoped he would find the answer to that question soon.
“Finn,” he murmured, his
voice audibly breathy. “I…I want you…”
Declan could tell there
was an instant reaction within the other’s body to those words. Finn growled
with primal dominance and yanked down his briefs. His muscles coiled with the
need to touch the monstrous phallus exposed to him. From within a downy bed of
neatly trimmed blond curls, the thick base of his cock jutted out proudly. It
curved slightly upward and visibly pulsed with every hard beat of his heart.
Declan sucked an unsure breath in. The only person he had ever been sexually
active with was Alex and he hardly held a candle to the easy nine inches
pointed right at him.
“Touch me,” Finn
commanded, and any sense of insecurity fled from his mind.
With a hesitant lift of
his hand and a flush across his cheeks, Declan slowly curled his fingers about
the extensive scope of his base. He heard a growl escape him and he was sure
the other enjoyed his shy exploration. Declan grew brave with the comfort that
he was in a safe and loving environment. He gave a slow flick of his wrist
upward and pumped his fist about the almost granite flesh. Again, he touched
him, grazing his fingers up along his sensitive underside where his swollen
glans lay. Declan clenched his fingers gently in surprise when he felt the
favor returned by Finn’s hand. His touch was as soft as velvet and made his tip
weep clear gems of preseminal fluid down the underside of his shaft.
He couldn’t stand it
anymore. He had to have Finn. He tried to tell himself to go slow and easy, not
to rush things. That was thrown out the window as soon as he felt the other
throbbing in the palm of his hand. Gently he pulled back from the other male’s
grasp and backed up onto the stairs. Without the desire to try and make it to
the bedroom, he decided to let Finn have him right there. Sure, the staircase
wasn’t the most seductive place, but they would have all night to dabble in
true seduction. Right now, there was a pressing urgency to consummate this
feeling they shared. Declan lay back on the staircase with his rump on one
stair, his back arched upon the same his elbows rested upon.
He spread his thighs and
gave Finn a clear view of what he had to offer. The other male growled out
again, but this time it was a deeper and more gravel tone. He lacked any sign
of hesitation when he stepped forward to kneel on the stair below his ass, in
between his thighs. Those strong hands scooped his legs up just beneath the
joint of his knees and spread them wide. Declan sensed a blush rise to his
cheeks at how exposed he was, but since it was for Finn, he didn’t mind too
much.
“Be gentle, will you?
You’re bigger than I ever had,” he admitted.
Finn’s brows pinched
together and there was a flash of an animalistic expression across his visage.
“I’ll be gentle and slow at first… You’re mine now, Declan. I have no intention
of letting you know any other cock than mine for the rest of your days,” he
purred, words dripping with possessive dominance.
“I’d have it no other
way,” he breathlessly whispered.
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