As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man has no use for tears or mercy. The only light in Lucian's formative years was Shea who gave Lucian the impetus to break free of his father and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.<br><br>But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with new purpose: build an empire to destroy the darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without confessing that Shea is his only solace and reason for living.<br><br>When reuniting with Shea leads to a horrifying discovery at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to eradicate, Lucian vows a path of bloody vengeance to save Shea from certain destruction.

Winter's Knight

“Is that a shotgun?” Lucian gasped, staring at the fallen weapon and ripping Shea’s jacket down his arms. “Or you just happy to see me?”


“Yes,” Shea said, panting. A sound awfully close to a whimper fell from his lips as muscles tensed against the restriction of the jacket trapping his elbows, and a seam protested the treatment. “Safety’s on but loaded. Just don’t kick it too much.”


“Right,” Lucian agreed, kissing Shea again. The gun was odd. Shea hated guns. And there was something Lucian knew he should notice between the body reversal and the way Shea responded to the impromptu binding, but thinking was too tall an order. Autopilot turned on, and Lucian twisted the jacket on Shea’s wrists instead of taking it off, and he tore away from Shea’s lips to attack Shea’s neck.


Chapter 16