Far From Home
"Some men are born warriors. Some are born with other destinies," I whispered in answer.
"Like to warm the warriors' beds?"
When the translator repeated the words the warlord leered down at me, I couldn't help the blush I knew rose to my cheeks.
"If all you know is sex and battle, what a poor life you have lived," I hissed. I immediately cursed my fool tongue.
I could tell the translator didn't want to repeat my rebellious words, but with a flick of the warlord's fingers to urge him on, he had no choice.
The warlord's bellowing laugh and taunting reply echoed around the throne room, although the translator couldn't even repeat them before the warlord began again, this time in broken El'kahrian- my own language.
"I choose Amer Groban, son of Jon Groban the third, as my War Prize," the warlord growled out loud enough for the entire courtyard to hear.
He met my eyes, his own shining with laughter. His whispered words, meant only for me, were translated by a near-silent, confused translator. "You are no coward, little mate. Your fire is as deep as your heart. I will enjoy making that fire mine."
- Part 1 of Far From Home
Abi falls in love at first sight with Clara, the Tribal Chief of a neighboring tribe. But Clara, who had a son the same age as Abi, resists... at first.
Mostly just a smutty, give-you-cavities sweet fic about when Abi and Clara from the Warlord’s Chosen met :)
The events in this story happen 5 years before The Warlord’s Chosen.
- Part 2 of Far From Home
*** COMPLETE— Far From Home book two: Sequel to The Warlord's Chosen. A M/M/M fantasy romance***
"For the innocence of my mother, I suffered alone in the dark. For the sins of my father, I give my blood."
Llyric has lived his life beneath stone, among darkness and cold. Having seen the sun for the last time when his father last attempted to steal his innocence when he was a young child, Llyric spends his days with a mouth bound, a body beaten and torn, and a soul and heart darkened by his own blood. He knows he deserves what he suffers, for the blood is his veins is evil. He knows this. He accepts it.
Until the day he is saved, and possibly given a chance at living beyond his blood.
- Part 3 of Far From Home
***COMPLETE— Far From Home Prequel: Jacob & Srin'yete's story***
"When I'm old enough, I'm gonna mate you, JakeJake. Don't forget, ok? You're gonna be mine forever."
"Of course, arayna," Jacob replied with the deepest of smiles touching his lips. Srin'yete's infatuation with Jacob would peter out as he grew, so Jacob saw no reason to deny his little fantasy now. Arayna, Jacob called him. Little dear heart. "Forever, arayna."
Srin'yete has never known freedom. Taken from his home when he was still only a child, Srin'yete has lived each day thinking only of the face of the man he left behind. The man who swore he'd someday be his forever.
Now Srin'yete has returned to his homeland, escaping from a terrible fate with the help of an unlikely savior, only to be reviled and cast aside by the home he left so long before. Devoid of hope and tired of the pain of living, Srin'yete is ready to give up. But that man, who thought he lost the little boy he adored all those years ago, won't give him up so easily. Even if it means keeping that promise he made to the little boy he never thought he'd have to keep.
Even if it means giving life and love a second chance.
- Part 4 of Far From Home
***STRANGE MAGICS BOOK ONE- a Wild Magic/ Far From Home Crossover***
"You and I, we were made to be the mates to a great leader, Sera," Galen whispered, barely holding himself back from plastering his body up against hers and just holding her still against him. "Fate has given us to her, and she to us. Everything else- every dark thought, every reason why not, every fear in your mind- they're all inconsequential. If we but fight for each other, the three of us are three parts of a whole."
"Gods above," Sera whispered, her voice breathy and so husky Galen knew new tears were pouring down her cheeks. "To have that, that strength and conviction. I can almost see this future you're painting."
"My strength is yours, dearest Sera. Anytime yours falters, mine is more than sufficient to hold us both for a time. And together, our strength is enough to help Lacy be the greatest leader Nefiir has ever known."