Sunday Spotlight - Cree Storm and Starship Lovers (Defense Troopers, 2)

Welcome Cree Storm to #SundaySpotlight. She's sharing a bit from her new release, Starship Lovers (Defense Troopers, 2)

The day Marty met the Defense Troopers is the day his life had changed forever. Men that could shift into machines…insane, but true. After fixing their device that allowed them to fully shift into bigger and better weapons, Marty was a wanted man…by the enemy. If he could fix the Defense Troopers battle capacitator then the enemy knew he could fix theirs. 

Faruke is a Defense Trooper and second in command, it was his job to make people fear him…well that is until he met Marty. The other half to his soul. Now for the first time he was afraid. One of the most evil of his planet was after his mate and Faruke would do anything to keep his mate alive and safe from harm…even if it meant his own death.

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The door opened, and Bryton walked into the room carrying a tray. “Hey, Pops thought you might be hungry.”

Marty started to shake his head, but Bryton wasn’t about to hear it, “You will eat it, or I will get my man to hold you down as I puree it and pour it down your throat.”

“You know you really have an attitude. I would think with all that sex you’re having, you would be… I don’t know… skipping around singing Zipadeedoodahor something.” Marty said as he sat down and placed the tray on the side table.

Swirling his hips, Bryton countered, “I’m more the Pitbull and DJ Kass doing the Scooby Doo Pa Pa.”

Marty picked up his roast beef sandwich and took a bite. Bryton walked over to Faruke, “You know, he looks so innocent and sweet when he sleeps. Yet, when he opens his mouth he’s like that Alien creature which spits acid.”

“God, Bryton, why do you have to be such an ass. The man almost died.” Marty hissed.

“And if I recall, it was me who kept it from happening. Somehow I think I’m going to regret it.” Bryton muttered.

Marty snorted as he finished half of the sandwich, took a drink, then said, “This coming from the man who said he needed Faruke to live so he could have someone who could almost match him in sarcasm wars.”

Bryton shrugged, “I’m not the one who promised him dates if he lived.”

Marty felt his stomach knot and feared that half of his roast beef sandwich was going to come back up.

“What’s going on with you?” Bryton asked.

Marty looked at Faruke carding his fingers in his dark black hair. The man was so fucking gorgeous. He was so tall and had muscles on top of muscles and those eyes… son of a bitch, Marty could look into those turquoise orbs for days on end and never get tired of it. 

“You really like him, don’t you, Marty?” Bryton softly asked.

Sighing, Marty replied, “I can be standing clear across the room and just a look from him makes me hard as a rock, Bry. I don’t understand it. He is so not my type. He always seems angry. He snaps orders instead of asks. He thinks he can tell me what to do all the time. He’s just not the kind of guy I would look twice at no matter how sexy he is.”

“I don’t think he’s angry as much as frustrated and pissed. Valkin said that he and Marston were best friends. The three of them used to do everything together and the day that Marston showed his true colors, he killed two of Faruke’s guys and damn near killed him too. Then you have to add in the fact that they had to leave the only home they have ever known, leaving behind their friends, family… it just can’t be easy.”

Marty nodded, stood up and turned to Bryton. “I just don’t know. I don’t understand any of this. How did we go from two average guys trying to live in an average world, to trying to save the world with men from outer space who can shift into machines?”

Bryton snickered, “Well it did liven up our lives, that’s for sure.”

“Bryton, I’m serious. What do we know about any of this? Did you see the size of those men who attacked this place?” Marty asked in awe.

“Marty, our side is just as big and if you remember correctly, we kicked ass too. They didn’t leave here unscathed. You were amazing coming up with those machines to help Valkin and the others fight off Marston and his men.

Faruke suddenly made a sound. Marty quickly turned to see those beautiful eyes looking at him. 

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#FlashbackFriday - CLAIMING CALLUM (Alaxian Heirs,1)

Flashback Friday

Claiming Callum
Alaxian Heirs, 1

An alien prince was hidden on Earth twenty-five years ago, his freedom a casualty of the Alaxian Civil War.

Callum Walters has no idea of his true origins, growing up believing he’s a typical human alongside his best friend Trex. Callum hides his desire for Trex, afraid the truth will tear them apart.

When he’s attacked by strange men, Trex jumps into action, protecting Callum from danger. Callum is whisked on board an alien ship and taken off Earth. His whole world is stripped from him—everything but Trex.

Yet that relationship is changed, too. Trex is his bodyguard, sworn to his duty to the royal family, not the man Callum thought him. Betrayed, Callum pushes Trex away.

Trex refuses to be pushed and has more secrets to share with Callum, one which will bind them forever.

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“Would you jump in front of a bullet to save me?” Callum asked, his mouth working faster than his brain.

Trex turned, his stare capturing Callum’s. “I would.”

Trex’s stare held more than his admission. There was something else bubbling underneath.

Heat?

“Why would you be so hellbent on doing your duty for a planet you’ve never seen?”

Trex lifted his chin and strolled closer. “Because I was taught the Alaxian ways. When no one was around, my parents taught me the rituals and rites of our world. I understand what is at stake. I may not have seen that world, but I understand it and its traditions. And I know what my reward will be for doing my duty well.”

“Reward? I knew money had to be involved. So what do you get for protecting me?”

Trex closed in, stopping within inches of Callum. He lifted a hand and caressed the side of Callum’s face. Callum’s knees felt weak again, and he nearly dropped to the mattress. He refused to show weakness in Trex’s sight, though, and fought to stay upright, ignoring the spiraling lust caused by Trex’s nearness.

“Not all rewards are monetary,” Trex whispered before kissing Callum.

Callum felt the first touch of Trex’s lips on his, and his body exploded with need. A spark lit through him, like an electric surge that almost took his breath away. He’d wanted Trex for so long, dreaming of this moment. Trex moved his hand, sliding it to the back of Callum’s neck and drawing him closer. The kiss ignited, their lips and tongues warring with one another as Callum pressed his hands against Trex’s chest.

Flashback Friday - The Best Little Whorehouse on Planet X (Shifter Rebellion, 1)

Flashback Friday

The Best Little Whorehouse on Planet X

Shifter Rebellion, 1

Agarri, the Shapeshifter Prince, has been in hiding for several years after the Xakarrian Army invaded and overthrew his father. Awaiting the prophesied triad of males who would come find him, the soft prince was shuttered away on the top floor of Kazru’s whorehouse, where no one would think to look for him.

Exiled Shapeshifter Warriors Drayden, Irylan, and Bayjin come for Agarri after the prince haunts their dreams and begs them to save him. They take the virgin prince and escape to their hidden base, where they claim Agarri as their own.

Finding strength in his warriors, Agarri is ready to help bring his people together to retake their world.

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In their dreams? Agarri wondered if the male was insane for a moment, but the clarity in his eyes told Agarri he was quite lucid. “I know nothing of dreams. I’ve never met you or your companions, nor asked you anything.”

“I could no longer ignore your demands, and I had find you … we had to find you. You may not have been the one asking, but the dreams mean something, Your Highness. We’re meant to protect you; I know it in my very bones.”

The prophecy? Agarri felt himself swaying on his feet slightly, but caught himself. If it was the fulfillment of his destiny, a battle beckoned. The other two rose and their large bodies filled the space and made Agarri feel surrounded. From afar, they were menacing. Up close, they were downright terrifying. “What is your name, Sir?”

“Sir Drayden Am’peria of Kannom. On the left is Sir Irylan d’Ammana, and on my right is Sir Bayjin b’Merida, both of Kannom as well.”

“Kannom? That’s on the other side of the planet, is it not?”

“It … was. Before the Xakarrian destroyed most of it.”

“If memory serves, it was told to be a wild place, a beautiful realm. A place our warriors of old retired to.”

“Retired? More like exiled to once the old kings no longer felt warriors were of need.” Sir Drayden lips spread into a half-smile. “And it was not as beautiful as His Majesty, but beautiful, yes.”

Agarri looked up into the male’s eyes. Sir Drayden was menacing in his power. The half-smile had looked odd on his commanding face, like it didn’t belong there. Agarri got the feeling he rarely smiled, and Agarri had been witness to something unusual in that moment. His gaze drifted to the other two males who wore serious looks as they all stood towering over him. They were more than intimidating. They were frightening, although Agarri sensed he would find no harm in their arms, only pleasure.

Sir Drayden thought him beautiful. A shiver of delight passed through him, but he fought it off. He needed more information before he determined what they would do. “You said it took you weeks to get here. Why?”

“A small band of my warriors and I escaped the planet after the Xakarrian claimed it. We left to lick our wounds and find a way to reclaim our world. Getting here without being caught is not easy. It took us time, skill, and a lot of luck to find a way back for you.”

“And you came to get me. How do I know you’re not lying? You could be an agent for the Xakarrian for all I know, sent to kill me. They’ve been searching for me since the war. I’m sure the price on my head has grown quite large.”

“Honestly, it’s astronomical. But the fact you haven’t been turned in only proves the loyalty of those who’ve hidden you.” Sir Drayden looked over his shoulder at Kazru.

Kazru grimaced. “I didn’t save him all these years to hand him over to beasts like you.”

“Beasts?” Sir Drayden asked with a smile. “I think we’ve behaved ourselves while in your establishment.”

“Do you call running all my patrons out behaving?”

Sir Drayden walked to within inches of Kazru. “If we weren’t behaving, they’d all be dead.” He then turned to look at Agarri. “And you would be as well, Your Highness. If I wanted you dead, or wanted to turn you in to the Xakarrians, we wouldn’t still be standing here talking right now.”

Agarri shivered at the words, realizing the truth behind them. “Do you wish to frighten me, Sir Drayden?”

“No, I wish you to understand our motives. We only wish to protect you.”

Agarri felt Sir Drayden lower his walls, the walls he’d erected around his mind. Powerfully thick, Agarri hadn’t been able to find a crack when he’d probed before. Now the male made himself completely open to Agarri. Agarri stood taller, his body tensing as he allowed his mind to enter Sir Drayden’s. To peek in to another’s head without them knowing was one thing; to be welcomed in and asked to merge was almost … intimate. He was hesitant at first, letting a tentacle out to test the mental waters. Entering another’s mind was like swimming, floating in the images stored within.

Agarri closed his eyes and entered Sir Drayden’s mind, jumping into the pool of thoughts and memories. Largely uncomplicated, the male sought a way to take the planet back for the Shapeshifters, along with his band of warriors, just as he claimed. A dark danger seemed to be approaching, something Agarri had been sensing for weeks, as well. Sir Drayden felt it, too, which seemed to give credence to Agarri’s worry. Something was coming for him, and he was almost sure the males were here to save him from the threat.

Agarri also saw the dreams Sir Drayden had experienced—erotic, highly charged dreams, where Agarri had performed acts he wasn’t even aware of being possible, some with all three of the males at once. He blushed at the visions he saw. His body reacted to them quite differently.

You will reenact each one of those scenes, Your Highness. We’ve been tempted too long to not demand our due.

Agarri pulled out of Sir Drayden’s head and opened his eyes after the male put the thought inside his mind. The shifter stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed over his massive chest, with a smug smile on his face as he eyed Agarri. Agarri had never felt someone put a thought, an idea, into his mind before. The male was strong, stronger than any he’d sensed before.

“Sir Drayden, you and the others may have dreamed of me, but I did not put those thoughts in your head. I am not responsible for your lusts. I owe you nothing.”

Sir Drayden had Agarri in his arms in a flash, his hard body jutting into Agarri’s. A flash of light seared Agarri’s brain, the simple act of touching seemingly the cause. Sir Drayden dropped to his knees, taking Agarri with him. A vision sliced into Agarri’s head, and he closed his eyes to see it better. It was an image of him sitting on the throne … alongside Sir Drayden … the new king. Sir Irylan and Sir Bayjin stood behind them on the dais. The light faded after a moment, and Agarri finally reopened his eyes and gazed at Sir Drayden. “What was that?”

“I’m here to save you, Your Highness. It’s all clear now. You’re ours. And I think you know it.”

Agarri released a low moan, the feeling of the male against him too good. His cock grew harder, his body ready for anything Sir Drayden and his companions had in mind.

“Your Highness, you must keep your virginity for the prophecy,” Kazru said.

“Prophecy?” Sir Drayden asked, his frown heavy. “What prophecy?”

“It’s you,” Agarri whispered. “You three are the ones I’ve been waiting for.”

Sunday Spotlight - RJ Richards and Taken

Welcome RJ Richards back to Sunday Spotlight. This week's book is TAKEN, the second in the Mate Them series.


Jake has been part of the resistance against the alien invasion since the day they arrived on his ruined planet. Sure, his job might be collecting much needed supplies for the resistance fighters, but Jake has always been proud to do his small part in protecting his people.

So, when he’s asked to head inland to hunt out much-needed wiring, Jake goes willingly. If he can steer clear of the crumbling ruins, the wild animals, and the scavengers that live in the old cities, he’ll be home in no time.

But, what Jake doesn’t realize is that there aren’t just wild animals and scavengers in the old cities anymore. Three Kal’vo explorers are there, and they have been given very specific instructions in how to deal with any humans that cross their paths…

Jake is about to find out the reason that the aliens have come to his planet…and it is not going to be anything close to what he has imagined…

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Chapter One

Beginnings

The straps of Jake’s backpack were digging into the curves of his shoulders. They’d been doing that all morning and all afternoon, and Jake was getting damn sick of it. What had been nothing more than a slight irritation as the sun rose in the sky earlier in the day, was fast becoming a deep annoyance now that the sun began to dip its way down into the horizon.

He frowned as he ran his fingers underneath the straps to try and adjust them. The fabric that he’d sewn into the underside some months past felt thinner than it had in a long time. It was wearing out. That meant that Jake would have to find some new material soon to cushion the straps.

His frown deepened. That was easier said than done.

He rolled his shoulders as the backpack settled into a slightly more comfortable position. It wouldn’t last for long, and he knew that when he pulled the backpack off, the skin around his shoulders would be red and inflamed.

How much longer would he have to carry it? He looked up at the sky. The sun was fast falling below the skyline. Another hour maybe and it would disappear for the night. Jake wanted to make camp long before that. He had to find a spot soon and start preparing himself for the darkness ahead.

He rolled his shoulders again as he looked around. He wasn’t as familiar as he’d once been with the area that he now found himself in. It had been, what, maybe a year since he’d come this far inland? It hadn’t changed much so far as he could see, but then, why would it? Almost no one lived out here anymore; they hadn’t for a very long time. The only life that Jake had encountered in the five days since he’d left his settlement on the coast was the kind that he could easily catch and eat. And, those life forms were not the kind to change the area. They might burrow in the ground, might even make a nest here or there, but they couldn’t alter the landscape. Only his people had ever done that.

And maybe the aliens, too.

Jake couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him at that thought. He cast his gaze around the area, looking for… what?

Proof that he was still alone?

Confirmation that the only life out here was him and the critters?

Of course, nothing moved. Nothing had really moved for the entirety of the time he’d spent on this crumbling road.

He looked down at it. At the surface that he’d been walking for five, long days, and would likely continue to walk for several days more. He knew that it had once been a deep, black surface, made of something called asphalt. But, over time, nature had worn away at it until it was now a mixture of light, gray stones and yellow and brown branches. Some of those branches had crackling, brown leaves on them. Had they once been green? Maybe, but surely it was a very long time ago now.

Jake frowned once more and looked up from the road. It went on for hundreds of miles. It had once been a road that connected many parts of the country. When Jake first joined the resistance, agreeing to do what he could to help them find the supplies they so desperately needed in their fight against the alien invaders, the leader—Cal—had shown him a map that crackled like the leaves on the branches. The road he now stood on had been part of that map. He remembered thinking that it would take months to walk the entire length of it, and then some.

His mission wouldn’t last quite that long. He was hoping to be home before the month was through.

With that thought in mind, Jake moved across the road and made his way up a small incline that led to a scrubby bunch of bushes. Something was rusting in the middle of them. Jake could see jagged spikes of metal pushing through the earth under his feet. He thought it was likely that there was a vehicle of some kind buried under the incline. That wasn’t unusual. Even this far inland had not been spared when the tsunamis had rushed in and swallowed everything in their path.

Jake kicked at the earth. It was compacted, wouldn’t be moving for him any time soon. Didn’t matter, the supplies Jake were looking for wouldn’t be buried under the ground, they’d be in one of the buildings up ahead, the tall ones, the ones that had survived the chaos that had destroyed what had once been a great and impressive city.

Jake placed a hand against his head to shield his eyes as he looked out at the buildings that he’d been told were once called skyscrapers. How far away were they? A day, two, maybe three? He planned to check each one until he found what he was looking for, and then he would loop around and make his way back to the settlement on the coast where the resistance had their camp.

Jake swiveled a hundred and eighty degrees, looking back at the path that he’d walked, at the place he called home. Of course, he couldn’t see the settlement from here, but what he could see was them.

The aliens.

Their ship.

Right there in the sky.

A shiver ran through Jake again. How could it not? Adrenaline always hit when he looked up at something that had once been unbroken blue and white, sometimes even gray, but was now marred by a huge spaceship dominating the skyline.

They called it the mothership. They suspected that it was where all the aliens waited. For what, the resistance did not know, and Jake certainly didn’t. But, in the seven months since the mothership had arrived, halting in the sky not far from their settlement, not a single alien had come down from that ship and into the settlements.

Sure, they saw scout ships, strange, metallic spheres that roamed the land, doing who knew what, but those ships were unmanned. There were no aliens aboard them.

No, the aliens were all up there… and so were some of the humans... some of Jake’s own people.

Jake swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat at that thought. Fact was, and though he would never admit it to anyone else in the resistance, it both scared and intrigued Jake to think that there were people up there, on that ship, and who knew what was happening to them?

Because, they had to be up there, where else could they possible be? It had been just seven months since the aliens had arrived, since that mothership had entered the atmosphere and released those strange scout ships, but in that time a lot of people had disappeared.

It was just one at first, then two, and then before they even realized what was happening it was a hundred or more, all taken from the settlements along the coast.

One day they were there.

The next they were gone.

Maybe if this had been a few decades ago, a time back when the world was full of billons of people, they wouldn’t even have noticed it. Back when cities like the one Jake now found himself in were still standing, before the seas had swept in, before the energy crisis, and before the devastating and likely final, world war, maybe it would have been different then.

It wasn’t though.

They knew.

And so, the resistance.

And so, Jake’s mission.

What he was doing today, and in the days ahead, would help those people up there trapped on that ship. Jake wasn’t quite sure how. He wasn’t exactly high up in the chain of command, but the resistance was planning something. To get the job done, they needed a special kind of wiring. Jake was going to find that for them. He was going to help. Despite knowing next to nothing about the aliens, about what was happening with them, what they were doing, Jake didn’t see that he had much choice.

He kicked the earth again before turning around and making his way back onto the road. He walked along it for maybe another half hour, moving faster than he had done in the previous hours, even though those damn straps continued to dig into his skin.

Eventually the road curved around another large incline and that was when Jake saw it. A small shack up ahead. It was not something that had survived the chaos but something that had been built since then, something built by the travelers that had once roamed their way around the old cities.

It wasn’t anything like the impressive buildings that still stood ahead of him, wasn’t even as secure as the structures they’d built in their settlements, but it was somewhere safe for the night ahead, somewhere that Jake could rig up his water collection system, could set his traps for the critters that slunk around during the night, and somewhere he could rest ready for another day of non-stop walking.

Safety… Jake shook his head. An alien ship marred the skyline behind him, an old city, full of crumbling structures, wild animals, and who knew what else, waited up ahead.

Safety was not something that Jake had expected when he signed on to the resistance. He doubted it was something that he would experience again until the aliens went back to wherever the hell they had come from.

Jake was sure that in some way he helping that happen.

What else could he do?

New Release - Taken by the Caveman by Jayson Jax

Hi y'all!  My friend Jayson Jax has a new release today.  I've worked with Jayson to develop this story and, if you really liked some of the earlier Kelex erotica, you might dig this.

Part of this story was released a year ago, but it was re-release with TEP -- deeply edited and the story MORE than doubled. I really like the slight shift in direction and the HFN ending!

Carter Burke has spent much of his life learning about the past—specifically, Paleolithic Man. When an amazing opportunity for research crosses his path, he can’t say no.

Once on Sir Ian Gallagher’s Caribbean island, he learns the opportunity isn’t quite what he expected. Sir Ian is a modern day Moreau, but instead of deadly genetic experiments on animals, Sir Ian has focused his attentions on the caveman.

Tossed into one of Sir Ian’s experimental habitats, Carter must defend himself against the lusts the lonely inhabitant has—only to find he must fight his own as well… when he’s taken by the caveman.

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Carter walked closer to the window, watching as thin lines of smoke drifted toward the sky from those caves. “What am I looking at?”

Sir Ian stood at his side. “You’re looking at three decades worth of science.”

Carter tilted his head to the side. “Culminating in wh...”

The question died on his lips as he saw a living, breathing example of what had to be an archaic human walking through the vegetation close to the windows.

The dark-skinned male was naked, dirty, and his hair was unkempt. And he was small—too small to be homo erectus. But the male’s brow ridge was heavy and his body tight and compact. Everything else told Carter this was a real live caveman.

He spun to face Sir Ian. “What in the hell is this place?”

“I’ve always been captivated by history. It has sent me on journeys into the unknown, but there was always one time period that fascinated me—the Paleolithic. I funded some swindler many, many years before who claimed to have a working model to support his theories on time travel, but that never panned out. Then I came across information about cloning. I decided that cloning would be my means to seek out the past—by creating my own cavemen to study.”

Carter felt as if his eyes were bugging out of his head. His heart beat too quickly in his chest, the thumping almost painful. “This specimen is too small to be homo erectus, yet he has all the other signs.”

“The early DNA samples we were able to get our hands on were incomplete,” Sir Ian said. “We had to fill in a few of the gaps with our own DNA. As a result, many are smaller than the average erectus. Some of our newer generations are larger thanks to better samples.”

“Newer generations?” Carter spluttered. “How many specimens do you have?”

Sir Ian smiled. “Of the homo erectus or all of our specimens?”

All of their specimens? “How many different species of man did you clone from?”

“This is the erectus exhibit. We have at least twenty specimens who call this home. There are a dozen Neanderthals in another sanctuary. And we even have thirty-five of your homo idaltu. Although there were forty, up until a few months ago.”

“What happened to the other five?” Carter asked as he stared, transfixed by the caveman before him. The specimen was stalking a small mammal it seemed, carrying a prehistoric stone spear in his grip. “Did he fashion this weapon or did you provide it for him?”

“As far as the tool—he, as well as the others, have made many of their own tools without our involvement. All we provide is the natural setting, the walls around it, the stream of clean water, and the wild game.”

“There are walls keeping them inside a boundary?”

“Indeed. I can’t have them escaping my island,” Sir Ian said.

It was a game preserve… a Jurassic Park for ancient humans. And he knew how those movies ended. Badly, with lots of torment and pain. Yet here he was, staring at a living, breathing caveman. How many questions he could have answered… and how many new ones would arise. This was an experience of a lifetime, one he had to hold on to.

“What of my other question? How did the five die?”

“What happened to the other five is what you’re here for,” Sir Ian said mysteriously.

Carter had to know what he was getting into. “Plague? Disease? Did they murder one another?”

“One of our specimens seems to be a bit… off.”

A frown crossed Carter’s face. He needed more than that. If he was putting himself in danger by accepting the position, he deserved to know. “And this specimen… he killed the others?”

Sir Ian frowned. “Not exactly… but he was a cause of their demise.”

“What is it you think I can do here?” Carter asked.

“Follow me,” Sir Ian said.

Carter stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, unsure if he should go. Ultimately, his curiosity won out and he followed Sir Ian through the doors they’d entered. They made a few turns and took another set of steps before coming to a small metal door. Sir Ian turned the metal wheel in the middle of the ship-like door before he opened it, a creaking sound echoing around them.

“Take a look inside,” Sir Ian said.

Carter took a couple of steps closer, but the interior was quite dark. “What am I looking at?”

“You have to get closer,” Sir Ian said.

Carter glanced at the man before taking a couple more steps. He peered through the door, yet still saw nothing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to—”

A push between the shoulder blades had him falling through the door and down several meters. He slammed into the floor on his side, the pain radiating through his arm and hip.

Yet it wasn’t quite a floor.

It was dirty—damp—and he was quite sure there were things slithering in what felt like leaves. As quickly as he could, he jumped to his feet and looked up toward the door he’d fallen through. Sir Ian’s head poked out of the low light—the only light.

His rolled his shoulders, the sensation of a hand still there between his shoulder blades. Surely Sir Ian hadn’t pushed him in. It had to have been his imagination.

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