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

“Yes,” Lucian said, matching Shea’s volume, and he dropped the chain and eased off the metal toy. He dipped to take both of Shea’s hands, laced their fingers, and carefully crossed arms over Shea’s chest, avoiding clamps. “Incredible, my perfect Shea, better than I could have ever hoped.”


A tremor rocked Shea, and he gave soft plaints of frustration and need between gulps for air. “Ah…oh…dear Lord,” he murmured. “Thank…thank you…”


Lucian crooned, helping Shea to face the lounge and rest atop of it. He let his voice disengage from his brain, praising Shea’s physique, strength, abilities, and bravery. He seasoned his accolades with kisses, called Shea every affectionate name to be found in the extensive pages of Lucian’s vocabulary, and he let himself have his fill of skin, sweat, sensation. Lucian wasn’t sure all of what he said made sense, was sure some of it stuttered, but what mattered more was Shea’s give, the slowing of Shea’s breathing.


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