• New Reviews of Thomas Elkin series


    Two Chicks Obsessed has done a wonderful series review of my Thomas Elkin series.

    Thanks, Michelle!

    Elements of Retrofit (Thomas Elkin Book 1). 5 * …. “Apparently I havelements of retrofite been way behind on reading some fantastic books! Tom was sexy & serious. Cooper (also very sexy) was fun & ambitious. The constant banter between the two was witty & entertaining. Walker did an excellent job in creating such likeable characters you couldn’t help but fall in love with them.” Read the rest here.




    Clarity of Lines (Thomas Elkin Book 2).  5*…. “Have I said clarity of lineshow much I heart Tom & Coop?   Clarity of Lines picks up where book 1 ended.Walker flawlessly wrote a story that is realistic. I think bypassing this phase of the relationship would have made the book feel unreal. Everyone struggles with family/friends accepting each others partners, but when there is a 20+ yr age gap I would expect it to not be hearts & flowers.” Read the rest here.




    Sense of Place (Thomas Elkin Book 3).  5*…. “WOW……I love this seriesense of places, and for some, wish they would continue forever.   Tom & Cooper hold a special place in my heart.   Sense of Place is the final installment of the Thomas Elkins Series.   Walker made sure that we would remember Tom & Cooper for many, many years. ” Read the rest here.






  • Blind Faith is on Kindle Unlimited

    If you haven’t read my Blind Faith series, it will be free for a  short period through Kindle Unlimited.

    Blind Faith will be free 30th September to 4th October

    Blind Faith

    Starting a new job in a new town, veterinarian Carter Reece, makes a house call to a very special client.

    Arrogant, moody and totally gorgeous, Isaac Brannigan has been blind since he was eight. After the death of his guide dog and best friend, Rosie, his partnership with his new guide dog, Brady, isn’t going well.

    Carter tries to help both man and canine through this initiation phase, but just who is leading who?

    Through These Eyes will be free 5th October to 9 October

    Through these Eyes

    Six months after we last met Carter Reece and Isaac Brannigan, they’re still very much in love. Moving in together, moving forward, life for these two is great until some life changing events occur. Isaac has a frightening setback and Carter’s world starts to unravel. Things become even more complicated and start to change for both men when Isaac’s new colleague enters the picture.

    As Isaac struggles for what he really wants, it might just cost him what he needs the most.

    Blindside will be free 10th October to 14th October

    BlindsideMark Gattison has avoided love and commitment his entire adult life. Not interested in more than a one night stand or a brief encounter in a bathroom stall, he is the epitome of a good time.

    Will Parkinson is the guy who defends him, the guy who puts up with him, the guy Mark calls his best friend.

    When Will becomes unsettled and a little distant, Mark takes it upon himself to find Will a boyfriend. Not familiar with the concept himself, Mark thinks Will needs someone to make him happy.

    What Mark doesn’t know, is that he’s about to get blindsided. He’s about to get knocked off his feet by the one thing that’s been right in front of him the entire time.


  • RJ Scott – Texas Wedding is out today

    The final book in the Texas series which started with The Heart of Texas is out today

    Texas 7

    Buylinks: http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/texas-wedding-texas-7-blurb-reveal.html


    Sometimes Riley and Jack have to be the ones to fight other people’s battles and stand up for what is right.

    With the life changing prospect of a yes vote from SCOTUS on the issue of same sex marriage, Riley and Jack realise they have decisions to make. Add in some distressing family news and the very real possibility that old secrets may resurface, and this last book in the Texas series pulls together as many threads as the boys can manage to handle.

    But through all the ups and the downs, children, family events, laughter, and tears, there is nothing as special as the forever love between these two men.

    The full book list:

    Book 1 – The Heart of Texas

    Book 2 – Texas Winter

    Book 3 – Texas Heat

    Book 4 – Texas Family

    Book 5 – Texas Christmas

    Book 6 – Texas Fall

    Book 7 – Texas Wedding

    About RJ

    RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

    As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

    With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

    Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.






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    Chapter One

    Jack slid his arms around Riley from behind and pressed his cheek to the space between broad shoulders. He couldn’t stop himself from moving his hands under the soft T-shirt material and caressing the warm skin. Touching Riley was an addiction.

    “You all done?” he asked.

    Riley turned in Jack’s hold, the laundry in his hands crushing between them.

    “It’s like these tiny T-shirts multiply,” Riley groused. “I turn my back for one minute and suddenly there’s another ten of the damn things.”

    Jack smiled up at his husband, at the narrowing of his beautiful hazel eyes and the stubborn set of his mouth. Then he released his hold of his waist and instead cradled his face.

    “It was your idea to sort out the twins’ old clothes,” he reminded Riley.

    “I wanted to box it away….”

    “We can do it together at the weekend.”

    “I want to do it today—”

    “It’s a Tuesday.” Jack interrupted Riley’s reasons why. “I thought you said you had that report to read from Tom?”

    Riley huffed a little. “I can’t concentrate.”

    “So, you’re sorting clothes?”

    “Is that a bad thing?” Riley sounded so defensive.

    Jack sighed. “What are you avoiding?”

    Riley raised an eyebrow, and Jack couldn’t help but press a kiss to his lips. After all this time together, he had learned these weird domestic chores Riley undertook were usually a way of avoiding things he didn’t want to do. Whether it was Riley’s way of thinking about things, or pure procrastination, Jack didn’t know.

    “I have a shareholder meeting the first week of February.” Riley finally said.

    “I know. I got the same letter, but I wasn’t planning on going. Why will this be different from any other meeting?” Jack was confused. Hayes Oil meetings were dry and boring, and he’d survived the only two he’d attended by slouching back in a chair directly opposite Riley. He would eat as many of the complimentary mints as he could manage and gently disrupt the meeting by rustling the wrappers. This never failed to make Riley smile. Mostly Jack conned Josh into going, or gave Riley his proxy. Still, when he did go, he loved nothing better than insolently lazing around and being all cowboy in the room full of suits. Inevitably, this led to hot sex with Riley, who couldn’t keep his eyes off Jack throughout the entire meeting.

    “I have something to admit,” Riley said with a sigh. He eased himself away from Jack and leaned back against the cabinet. “Dad has appointed this new manager to the team, and we have a history.”

    Jack huffed a laugh. “Riley, you have a history with so many people, I lost count.”

    Riley looked affronted for a second, but that emotion didn’t slip into a ready smile, so Jack realized this was serious. Jack stood next to Riley and waited for the man he loved, to admit what the hell was going on. In fact, Riley had been weird for a few days: less quick to smile, less easy to poke at, in a hurry to go find a quiet space away from everyone.

    “Not like that,” Riley said. “The woman’s name is Charlotte Harrold, and her dad is Josiah.”

    Jack nodded. He and Josiah had their own kind of history, one where Josiah had tried courting Donna and failed, where Josiah looked down at Jack, and where Jack refused to give a rat’s ass. The fucker had blocked Hayes Oil on several occasions and didn’t have a high opinion of Riley, nor of Riley and Jack. Add to that, Tom, Riley’s right-hand man at work, had unfortunately had a run-in with Josiah Jr., Charlotte’s brother. Too much history between the Hayes and Harrold families.

    “Why would Jim hire her, then?” Jack paused to think about what he knew concerning Charlotte. “I remember her being a bitch with daddy issues.”

    Riley shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I asked him, and he said she’s good at what she does, and that she’s changed, whatever that means. Oh, and I should give her as much of a chance as people gave me.”

    “Cryptic. So you think she’s going to cause trouble.”

    Riley looked at Jack sharply. “Hell no. I know her work, and she’ll be an asset. It’s only….”

    Jack tensed. “You slept with her.”

    “Jesus, Jack,” Riley said instantly. “No way. She was Jeff’s. I mean she and Jeff were having an affair. He called her Charlie, and I damn well walked in on them once. The wedding photos were still wet at the printer’s, and there he was, fucking around on Lisa.”


    “Yeah, oh. And we’re going to be in the same room as her. All I can remember is that Jeff was balls-deep in Charlie, and he had his hands—” Riley demonstrated with his hands in front of him in a ring. “—around her neck.”

    Jack immediately realized what the problem was. The joined families, whether Campbell or Hayes, had quietly consigned Jeff and everything he had done to something never to be talked about. Riley never shared cute childhood stories where he, Eden, and Jeff were friends; no tales of brotherly misadventures. To Jack’s mind, Jeff had been born a sadistic bastard, and likely there were a lot of stories Riley hadn’t told him about the kind of things Jeff had done to both Riley and Eden.

    “Seeing her makes you face what he did,” Jack said. He reached over and held Riley’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. This was what he did best. He was there for Riley, supporting him, holding him up, knowing as much as he needed to know, and still being there for the man who was his other half.

    Riley sighed and bumped shoulders with Jack. “Yeah,” he whispered.

    “So your dad doesn’t know that Jeff and Charlie were…?”

    “No. I’m sure I’m the only one.”

    “Lisa didn’t know?”

    Riley squeezed back. “She always knew he was unfaithful, but with Charlie, no, I don’t think so.”

    For a second, Jack allowed the words to settle. Lisa was damaged by much more than physical pain. She had a world of hurt where her dead husband was concerned, not least of which was the end result of what he did to her. The secret she carried with her was too awful for Jack to contemplate knowing how she lived with it.

    “We don’t see enough of Lisa and the kids,” he said.

    That was true. Lisa hadn’t visited in a while. Although to be fair, whenever Jack and Riley organized a family gathering of any sort, they always invited her. She’d moved to San Antonio with her fiancé, Ed, and was building a place for herself and the kids well away from the life she’d had here. Luke was sixteen, Annabelle coming up for nineteen. They weren’t at the ranch as often as Josh’s kids. They had lives of their own, but still, Jack was all about family.


    “We’ll get them over, or maybe we’ll go visit them,” Jack said. He wasn’t going to let Riley focus on this one thing to distract himself from the central issue. “Back to the meeting. When you sit there, it will be all business, and if she comes over to talk to you, you smile, nod, and put on the best goddamn Riley act you can.”

    “You’re not planning on being there.”

    “I hate them,” Jack said, then he felt guilty. Riley was clearly concerned about the meeting, and he should make the effort. “I can try.”

    “Don’t say that.” Riley smiled at Jack. “As much as I like it when you do that ‘I don’t care, I’m a hot, dusty cowboy’ thing, I seriously think you should stay away.”


    Riley looked at him again. This time, the shadows had disappeared from his eyes. “It’s like torture for you.”

    “Tell me more about how you like the cowboy thing,” Jack growled.

    Riley grinned. “When you push the chair back and you kind of sprawl there, with your thumbs in your belt. You smile and nod when you need to and all I want to do is crawl over the table and ride you right there in the meeting.”

    Jack’s cock swelled and pressed against his jeans. Riley’s voice was husky and low and sent every molecule of blood south.

    “Jesus, Riley.”

    “Sometimes you unwrap those stupid little mints, and you press one to your lips, and then you suck it in.”

    “I like the mints.”

    “All I can imagine is my cock in your mouth, and I’m so freaking hard I can’t concentrate on the numbers.”

    Jack wriggled to get comfortable, and he had to press his free hand to his zip to ease some of the pressure. “Like it’s easy for me,” he muttered. “You in your suit, and those ties you wear, and all I can imagine is ripping it all off, tying you down and fucking you into tomorrow. That’s the only reason I go.”

    Riley moved so quickly Jack didn’t have time to draw breath. He straddled Jack and pushed him back on the bed.

    “Carol.” Jack mentioned their nanny’s name with the last remaining moments of having the presence of mind. “People…,” he added as a warning, as Riley stole his words with the deepest, dirtiest, messiest kiss he’d had since the last time they’d been in the barn.

    Riley pulled back enough so Jack could look into his eyes. “Barn,” Riley said. “Now.”

    Riley scrambled up and away, unbuttoning his jeans and adjusting himself. “Now,” he repeated.

    With determination, they made it out of the house. Hayley was at school, Max out with Robbie and the horses, the twins were happy with Carol, so they had nothing to stop them. It didn’t matter it was ten in the morning, this was happening.


  • Cronin’s Key Series

    Thank you to everyone who has bought Cronin’s Key III. Let’s celebrate Alec and Cronin’s story through the series.

    History isn’t always what it seems

    Cronin’s Key

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    NYPD Detective Alec MacAidan has always been good with weird. After all, his life has been a string of the unexplainable. But when an injured man gives him cryptic clues, then turns to dust in front of him, Alec’s view on weird is changed forever.

    Cronin, a vampire Elder, has spent the last thousand years waiting for Alec. He’d been told his fated one would be a man wielding a shield, but he didn’t expect him to be human, and he certainly didn’t expect that shield to be a police badge.

    Both men, strong-willed and stubborn, are still learning how to cope with the push and pull of being fated, when fate throws them another curveball.

    Rumors have spread quickly of turmoil in Egypt. Covens are fleeing with news of a vampire who has a talent like no other, hell-bent on unleashing the wrath of Death.

    Alec and Cronin are thrown into a world of weird Alec cannot imagine. What he learned in school of ancient pharaohs and Egyptian gods was far from the truth. Instead, he finds out first hand that history isn’t always what it seems.

    Cronin’s Key II

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    History isn’t always what it seems.

    With the battle of Egypt behind them, Alec and Cronin are enjoying the thrill of new love. Though fate doesn’t wait long before throwing them back into the world of weird.
    They know Alec’s blood is special, though its true purpose still eludes them. And given Alec’s inability to be changed into a vampire, Cronin is free to drink from him at will. But the ramifications of drinking such powerful blood starts a ripple effect. 
    With the help of Jorge, a disturbing vampire-child with the gift of foresight, Alec and Cronin face a new kind of war. This time their investigations lead them to the borders of China and Mongolia—but it’s not what lies in the pits beneath that worries Alec. 
    It’s the creator behind it all. 
    In the underground depths of China, amidst a war with the Terracotta Army, they will find out just what the Key is, and what Alec means to the vampire world.

    Cronin’s Key III

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    History isn’t always what it seems…

    Twelve months after his change, Alec MacAidan is still getting used to his many vampire talents. While most vampires would give anything to have more than one supernatural power, Alec craves nothing more than peace and time alone with Cronin. But when Alec meets entities from outside this realm, he’s left powerless in their presence.

    Zoan are half-lycan, half-dragon creatures that have slipped through time and reality, seemingly undetected by man and vampire. Or have they? They bear an uncanny resemblance to gargoyles, leaving Alec’s view on all things weird to get a whole lot weirder.

    This new quest leads Alec, Cronin, and their band of friends to Paris, Rome, and Moscow, where they learn that gargoyles aren’t simply statues on walls. In the underground pits beneath churches all over the world, Alec discovers the Key’s true destiny. Facing the Zoan might take every talent he has. And he may need help from the dead to get them all out alive.

  • New Review for Clarity of Lines

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    Clarity of Lines has 4 and 5 reviews from Wicked Reads! I loved Ruthie’s comment.

    It’s Friday right now; unless you have something really pressing – I suggest you go and hide somewhere quiet and give yourself a great start to the weekend! You will not regret it! (And when you’ve finished it, go and get the final book in the series, to make your weekend complete.)

    Read the rest here.

  • Cronin’s Key III is in the bestseller lists

    It’s really exciting to see Cronin’s Key III is already in All Romance ebook’s bestseller list and has its shiny silver star.

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    And also in Amazon’s bestseller lists! Amazon.com | Amazon.co uk | Amazon.au

    History isn’t always what it seems…

    Twelve months after his change, Alec MacAidan is still getting used to his many vampire talents. While most vampires would give anything to have more than one supernatural power, Alec craves nothing more than peace and time alone with Cronin. But when Alec meets entities from outside this realm, he’s left powerless in their presence.

    Zoan are half-lycan, half-dragon creatures that have slipped through time and reality, seemingly undetected by man and vampire. Or have they? They bear an uncanny resemblance to gargoyles, leaving Alec’s view on all things weird to get a whole lot weirder.

    This new quest leads Alec, Cronin, and their band of friends to Paris, Rome, and Moscow, where they learn that gargoyles aren’t simply statues on walls. In the underground pits beneath churches all over the world, Alec discovers the Key’s true destiny. Facing the Zoan might take every talent he has. And he may need help from the dead to get them all out alive.

  • Cronin’s Key III Blog Tour


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    Cronin’s Key III is on tour here.

    Amanda C. Stone:

    Bayou Book Junkie: 5 * Review

    BFD Book Blog:

    Charley Descoteaux:

    Divine Magazine:

    Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents:

    Foxylutely Book Reviews: 

    Full Moon Dreaming:

    Inked Rainbow Reads:

    Iyana Jenna:

    Jessie G. Books:

    Just Love Romance: 4 * Review


    LeAnn’s Book Reviews:

    MM Good Book Reviews:

    Mikky’s World of Books

    Molly Lolly: 4.5 * Review

    Multitasking Mommas:

    My Fiction Nook:


    Ogitchida Book Blog:

    Parker Williams:

    Prism Book Alliance:

    Rainbow Gold Reviews:

    Reviews by Jessewave: 

    SA McAuley: 

    Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words:

    Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance: 5 * Review

    The Blogger Girls: 4.5 * Review

    The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat: 

    The Jena Wade: 

    The Novel Approach: 4 * Review

    Up All Night, Read All Day:

    V’s Reads:

    Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My:

    Velvet Panic: 

    Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews: 

  • Cronin’s Key III is on tour!

    Cronin’s Key III is on tour with Pride Promotions.

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    Parker Williams
    Just Love Romance
    Divine Magazine
    Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
    Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews
    My Fiction Nook
    LeAnn’s Book Reviews
    The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat
    Full Moon Dreaming
    Bayou Book Junkie
    MM Good Book Reviews
    SA McAuley
    The Blogger Girls
    V’s Reads
    The Jena Wade
    BFD Book Blog
    Carly’s Book Reviews
    Reviews by Jessewave
    Inked Rainbow Reads
    Jessie G. Books
    Iyana Jenna
    Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
    Molly Lolly
    Foxylutely Book Reviews
    Mikky’s World of Books
    Amanda C. Stone
    Prism Book Alliance
    Rainbow Gold Reviews
    Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance
    Up All Night, Read All Day
    Two Chicks Obsessed With Books and Eye Candy
    Charley Descoteaux
    Multitasking Mommas
    Ogitchida Book Blog
    The Novel Approach
    Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My
    Velvet Panic


  • Cronin’s Key III is out

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    History isn’t always what it seems…

    Twelve months after his change, Alec MacAidan is still getting used to his many vampire talents. While most vampires would give anything to have more than one supernatural power, Alec craves nothing more than peace and time alone with Cronin. But when Alec meets entities from outside this realm, he’s left powerless in their presence.

    Zoan are half-lycan, half-dragon creatures that have slipped through time and reality, seemingly undetected by man and vampire. Or have they? They bear an uncanny resemblance to gargoyles, leaving Alec’s view on all things weird to get a whole lot weirder.

    This new quest leads Alec, Cronin, and their band of friends to Paris, Rome, and Moscow, where they learn that gargoyles aren’t simply statues on walls. In the underground pits beneath churches all over the world, Alec discovers the Key’s true destiny. Facing the Zoan might take every talent he has. And he may need help from the dead to get them all out alive.


    Crystal’s Many Reviewers: 4 stars… “I enjoyed this book as much as I did the first two. This book is heartbreaking yet satisfying. The use of historical sites, myths, and supernatural lore mixed in with action, intrigue and romance really had me wrapped up in the entire read. What draws me to Walker’s writing is her ability to perfectly balance humor, tender moments and action in a mesmerizing and engrossing story.”

    Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance: 5 stars… ” It’s impressive to write a single wonderful, powerful, exquisitely-written book, but to do it over and over again is nothing less than remarkable – and stunning. Ms. Walker exists among that pantheon of top authors who seem to always get it exactly right.” Read here.

    Bayou Book Junkie: 5 stars… “I wish I could rate this higher than 5 Stars, because it deserves more than that! I don’t know how she does it, but everything Ms. Walker puts on paper turns to magic. She pulls you in and makes you fall in love with her characters. She writes the epic love stories.” Read here.

    Molly Lolly: 4.5 stars… “I so enjoyed this story. This series is absolutely fabulous in how it takes history and brings new life to it. It’s also fascinating how there’s all these similarities and recurring themes in different cultures and times.” Read here.

    Just Love: 4 stars… “Final conclusion: this series is awesome and ridiculous and I love it. Where else are you going to vampire mummies, vampire Genghis Khan, evil time-controlling gargoyles, and a bunch of scorching hot gay vampire sex? It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos, but it’s also a blast to read, and I was making grabby hands at my computer screen when I saw this third book announced.” Read here.

    The Blogger Girls: “My heart was drained over Alec and his aging human father. I could feel his grief and worrying over living an eternity without his dad. I am sooo glad that this story ended on a happy note, because I felt such an attachment to Alec and Kole and would have been devastated otherwise. The reader is left to make their own ending on that front, and mine was unicorns and butterflies.” Read here.


    Chapter One:

    Alec sat back in the chair and held in a sigh, feeling every bit the lab rat he’d become. Since he’d changed into a vampire a year ago, he’d been put through test after test, so each and every one of his unending list of talents could be explored and documented.
    He’d agreed to this, and he knew it was the right thing to do, but in that very moment, he wished to be doing anything else.

    And with talents for making errant thoughts an instant reality—like setting fire to sofas and making Xbox controllers explode in Eiji’s hand because he’d somehow won—it wasn’t a good frame of mind to be in.

    He loved Jodis. He really did. She had become one of his best friends. But she’d also taken it upon herself to document his talents, and he’d just about had enough for one day. If replicating wasn’t a talent so frowned upon in the vampire world, he’d make a copy of himself to endure Jodis’ tests while he and Cronin hid out in their bedroom. He’d replicated himself a few times, experimentally of course, and found it too taxing on himself anyway.

    “Can you do it again?” she asked, notepad and pen in hand.
    Alec had found a certain talent he’d dubbed the chameleon, for obvious reasons, because he could make things change color. It was absurd, really, and probably of no better use than a party trick. But he could, if he concentrated, turn a red pen blue or a white shirt black. The talent could only manifest by touch, and it lasted only a few minutes before returning to its original color, but Jodis was rather intrigued.

    Alec, on the other hand, had passed bored like it was standing still and was well on his way to irate. “Jodis, I’ve kinda had enough of this today.”

    “Last one, I promise.”

    For Alec, it wasn’t so much as reining in a temper anymore, where the most damage done was a cutting remark. Now it was keeping a lid on a few dozen talents that reacted poorly to anger. He only had to get really pissed off and a rage would barrel out of him like nuclear fallout, literally knocking humans and vampires off their feet. Or he could burst eardrums with a furious roar, or maybe he could turn them to stone, or dust. Or maybe, just maybe, he could rip an earthquake through the apartment so he didn’t have to do any more of these stupid fucking tests.

    “Alec,” Eleanor cautioned from the next room.

    “I wasn’t actually going to do that,” he replied petulantly. He knew Eleanor, with the gift of foresight, saw possible outcomes of decisions made, and that did nothing to quell his frustration. “Jesus, now my thoughts aren’t even my own.” Standing up, he snatched the purple notebook off the desk, holding it for half a second and slamming it back down. It was now black, as was every page inside it, and it was smoldering as though it almost caught fire.

    Cronin was suddenly in front of him, a hand cupped to his face. “He’s had enough,” he said to Jodis, and they disappeared.

    * * * *

    As soon as Alec’s feet hit the soft earth, he took a deep breath of fresh air and reveled in the silence.

    His life hadn’t exactly been quiet in the last twelve months.

    He felt the warmth of Cronin’s hand in his, smelled the sweet aromas of heath and moss from both the vampire beside him and the cool air of the long-abandoned battlefield, and Alec exhaled loudly.

    Cronin had somehow learned to quiet his mind a little and it gave Alec the silence he so desperately needed. In the last twelve months, Cronin had taken Alec on more time-outs than he could count. Knowing when he’d had enough and was reaching his breaking point, Cronin would simply remove Alec from the situation, leaping him somewhere quiet where his mind could have some much needed solitude. But with a gentle squeeze of his hand, Cronin reassured him he was there.

    “I’m sorry,” Alec said.

    “Don’t apologize,” Cronin said adamantly. “I can’t begin to imagine your frustrations.”

    “Jodis is only trying to help. I behaved badly.” He could very well speak words directly into Jodis’ mind and tell her privately that he was sorry. But he’d prefer not to invade the thoughts of others, preferring to apologize in person.

    “She understands,” Cronin said, trying to pacify him.
    Alec sighed loudly and allowed the quiet to envelop him. “I love it here,” he said eventually.

    The field at Dunadd, Scotland, had become a sanctuary for Alec. No voices in his head, no city of millions with flurrying thoughts rushing unbidden through his mind, no politics of vampire councils, no meetings, no one hovering.

    Just Cronin.

    “It affords you a great privacy,” Cronin said. His Scottish accent and formal tone still made Alec smile. “Your talents as a vampire are a burdensome gift.”

    Alec had learned very early on to block out the voices and thoughts of those around him, but living in such a large city made it a constant effort, and his display of anger at Jodis just minutes ago bothered him. “These talents are a pain in my ass.”

    Cronin laughed quietly. “Your control over them still astounds us all.”

    “The control you keep talking about is a talent in itself. It’s like casting a net over a thousand different fish.” Alec sighed loudly. “I’ve told you that before.”

    “I know. Though it amazes me still.” Cronin squeezed Alec’s hand again and looked out across the field of long grass to the line of trees that fronted the river. “Lie down with me.”

    Cronin simply lay flat on his back in the middle of the field and when Alec lay down next to him, Cronin snatched up Alec’s hand again. And together in the mind-clearing silence, they watched the blanket of stars glide across the sky.

    It was a clear autumn night in Scotland, cold and dark. Neither of those things impeded a vampire of course, and Alec would never tire of the simple changes he’d gone through when he became a vampire. It was the complex changes he was beginning to struggle with. The talents he’d been given made him unique: the only vampire ever to have all vampire talents, some he was still discovering a year after his change. It was these talents that made his life hectic, his obligations as the key to the vampire world that gave him a great responsibility, and as Cronin had said, it was becoming a great burden.

    Alec loved that Cronin would leap them to the very field where his human life had ended. The old battlefield in Scotland was also where they’d first made love, where they came to talk, to be by themselves. Like now.

    “Thank you for bringing me here,” Alec whispered, his anger and frustration from before almost gone. “I feel like I can breathe here.”

    “Is that not what husbands do?” Cronin asked with a smile. “Save the other from the myriad of madness?”

    “Husbands,” Alec said, bringing Cronin’s knuckles up to his lips and kissing them softly. “Now that is something I’ll never tire of. And that place you call a myriad of madness is our home.” Since their wedding just six months prior, they’d barely had more than a few hours to themselves. Their apartment was never empty. Alec sighed, still looking at the night sky. “Do you think we could buy this place? That little farmhouse by the hillfort could be our private sanctuary. Just for us.”

    “Do you wish to?”

    Alec snorted quietly. “I was just kidding.”

    “I will look into it. I rather like that idea myself.”

    “I wasn’t being serious. It was just a random thought. I’m pretty sure husbands don’t just go and buy the other one every single thing he thinks of.”

    Cronin leaned up on his elbow and leaned in so he could kiss Alec softly. “Don’t think it would be just for you,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “A quiet place where I could have you all to myself is more for my selfish reasons than your romantic whim.”

    Alec laughed and rolled on top of Cronin. “So when I want a place for us to have some privacy, it’s romantic, but when you want some privacy to have your way with me, it’s what?”


    Alec grinned down at him. “I happen to like wicked.”

    “And maybe I could bed you in a place of our own without an audience three rooms away,” Cronin added. “And not in some random hotel or muddy field.”

    Alec brushed his fingers through Cronin’s hair. “Random hotels are fun, but going back to the apartment full of people when we’re both covered in mud is the most fun of all.”

    Cronin’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. “They were certainly surprised. Though it didn’t help that, when asked what on earth we got up to, you showed everyone the mental images.”

    Alec laughed at the memory. Being able to show other people images in their minds was a talent with some benefits. And just because he could, he ran a reel of images through Cronin’s mind, snippets of them making love: flushed skin, hands gripping, thighs open, being joined, heads thrown back in ecstasy. And then, to prove a point, Alec surged out a cloud of what it felt like when they fucked. Empathic transference, allowing Cronin to feel what he was feeling, was one of Alec’s favorite talents.

    Cronin bucked his hips instantly and growled out, “Alec.”

    Alec pulled back the images and the lust, leaving Cronin breathless. His black eyes were swimming, swirling with want. He took a hold of Alec’s face and brought their mouths together in a searing kiss.

    Cronin moved his arms down Alec’s back and held him tighter. He rolled his hips up and kissed him deeper until Alec was lost in him.

    Then it happened.

    Images. Visions flashed through Alec’s mind, visions he did not put there. Alec had learned to protect his mind, another of his talents was to shield his own thoughts from others. Yet someone or something had penetrated through.

    “Alec, what is it?” Cronin asked.

    When Alec looked down at a concerned Cronin, Alec realized he’d zoned out, their make-out session long-forgotten. “We need to leave,” Alec said, jumping to his feet. He pulled Cronin up by the hand, and before Cronin could ask why, Alec pulled him close, and they leapt.

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    History isn’t always what it seems…

    Twelve months after his change, Alec MacAidan is still getting used to his many vampire talents. While most vampires would give anything to have more than one supernatural power, Alec craves nothing more than peace and time alone with Cronin. But when Alec meets entities from outside this realm, he’s left powerless in their presence.

    Zoan are half-lycan, half-dragon creatures that have slipped through time and reality, seemingly undetected by man and vampire. Or have they? They bear an uncanny resemblance to gargoyles, leaving Alec’s view on all things weird to get a whole lot weirder.

    This new quest leads Alec, Cronin, and their band of friends to Paris, Rome, and Moscow, where they learn that gargoyles aren’t simply statues on walls. In the underground pits beneath churches all over the world, Alec discovers the Key’s true destiny. Facing the Zoan might take every talent he has. And he may need help from the dead to get them all out alive.


    Cronin was reluctant to return to New York. He knew they must, and he knew they’d been gone too long as it was, but he still would have rather taken Alec to some obscure, secret place where no one could find him.

    Though with The Zoan—who, it seemed, tracked Alec in his mind—hiding was futile. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing. If they wanted him to see something, they simply did exactly that.

     But Alec was keen to get back and start piecing together the puzzle that he’d been once again thrown into.

    “Nice of you to join us,” Eiji joked. “Though I’m grateful you left to—” He sniffed Alec and scrunched up his nose. “—do whatever it is you did.”

    Alec laughed loudly. “We showered and everything!”

    Alec and Eiji had become close friends, and this pleased Cronin greatly. They were, as the saying went, like peas in a pod. They had similar senses of humor and Cronin would often find them together, laughing about something—usually something crude or childish.

    “Quit your whining,” Alec said with another laugh. “Or I’ll give you a complete mental replay.”

    Eiji paled and his hands dropped to his sides. “Please don’t ever do that.”

    Alec clapped him on the shoulder and turned to face everyone in the living room. They each sat with books or a laptop, making notes and cross referencing. There had been great progress, and Jodis had put most of them in chronological order.

    “The first, and perhaps the most alarming, is the Epic of Gilgamesh scripts. In approximately 2100 BC, there was a creature known as Humbaba, which is described as a wolf-like man with a body of thorny scales.” Jodis looked at Alec. “It also breathed fire.”

    “Oh, crap,” Alec mumbled.

    “That’s not all,” Jodis said. “The original stone tablet these scripts were carved upon bore the words Sha naqba īmuru, which, from ancient Mesopotamian times, roughly translates to ‘it begins with he who sees the unknown.’”

    “Sees the unknown?” Cronin repeated. “Like Alec sees the Zoan?”

    Jodis gave a nod. “I believe so. These scripts were either made by someone who knew of the visions or by someone who saw them firsthand, like Alec sees them.”

    Alec leaned against the dining table and folded his arms. He looked at Cronin for a moment, seemingly not sure what to say. He swallowed hard, then turned back to Jodis. “What else?”

    “The well-known story of Saint George bears some credence,” she replied. “In the second century BC, it is said he slayed a fire breathing dragon. Whether it is fact or fiction is still debated to this day, but given that the story remains the same in many different cultures and religions, I’d believe it to be closer to truth than not.”

    Alec closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “And?”

    “There are recorded Ukrainian histories dated to the sixth century that claim an entire race of people—the Neuri—to be werewolves,” Jodis said. “Though I think we can forgive the term werewolf. Locals of that time would have likened them to wolves, being the most feared wild animal in those areas, not knowing the difference between wolves and lycan.”

    “I think we can forgive much of the human histories for this confusion,” Jacques added. “It wasn’t until the sixteenth century that a scientific difference was clarified.”

    “There were a lot of witch hunts throughout Europe through medieval times, as we know,” Jodis gave Cronin a dark look. “Though many creatures are listed as werewolves, the true nature of these creatures may not ever be known.”

    “The first instance of the word werewolf, be it an actual werewolf or a lycan, was in the eleventh century,” Jacques said. “Though the first lycan story was told in Greek mythology.” He read from an old text. “‘A doctor, Marcellus of Sides, in the second century documented lycanthropy was a form of depression and prescribed bloodletting.’”

    “Oh, excellent,” Alec said sarcastically. “That would have ended well for a blood drinking animal.”

    Jacques continued. “‘In the seventh century, an Alexandrian physician by the name of Aegineta wrote of humans who became wolves and howled in the cemeteries, killing people. Also prescribed bloodletting.’”

    “Then with the introduction of Christianity throughout Europe, these stories of lycans and other shape-shifting creatures were put to an end with witch hunts and religious persecution of demons and Satanists. No one even dared write about them for fear of retribution.” Jodis closed the book in front of her. “Though there was a doctor by the name of Weyers who wrote about demonism, including lycanthropy, in the sixteenth century. Needless to say, he wasn’t very popular.”

    Jodis went on to add, “So for a few hundred years, such creatures only survived in folklore and pagan tales spoken around campfires instead of written down. Then we find medical cases from the sixteenth century, most citing madness and clinical lycanthropy.”

    “And outside of Europe?” Alec asked.

    “Asian dragon myths stem from the beginning of time to this very day,” Eiji said. “In most countries, religions, and art.”

    “There’s a dragon in the Old Testament,” Kole said. “A seraph serpent. A fiery reptile. Could it have been a fire-breathing lizard with wings… a dragon… type thing?” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe he was saying such things.

    Alec snorted. “Weird, huh?”

    Kole looked so much like his son when he smiled. “Just a little.”

    “There is an African people,” Eleanor said, “the Nyoro tribes, who believe in ancient times that the first humans were chameleons.”

    “A lizard that changes color?” Cronin asked.

    “Or shape,” Alec added.

    “Could it be that the Zoan present themselves in the form most horrific to the human culture it faces?” Eiji asked rhetorically. It was an interesting notion, and quite possible, Cronin agreed. Eiji went on. “Throughout Europe, the wolf was most feared, so that is what they saw. Throughout Asia, it was the evil dragons.”

    “And what do I see?” Alec asked.

    “Their truest form. You see under their human façade to the beast underneath,” Jodis said. She looked around at everyone. “We’ve all seen what Alec has seen. Wild teeth, scaly skin. Could it not be a hybrid of lycan and dragon?”

    Alec turned to Jacques. “Tell the others what you just thought,” he said to him. “Sorry for hearing that, but it’s a valid point.”

    “Oh,” Jacques said, blushing a little. “I don’t know what made me think of it, but getting back to the gargoyles… there was a remarkable case in France in 1450 called the Paris Wolves. A pack of forty or more ‘wolf-men’ reportedly killed a hundred people. The pack was eventually lured and cornered, and they were killed.”

    “Tell them where,” Alec pressed.

    “At the doors of the Notre Dame Cathedral.”

    Cronin knew why Alec thought this was important. He stared at Jacques. “When were the gargoyles added to Notre Dame?”

    “There have been many additions to the gargoyles that grace the exterior walls,” Jacques explained.

    “When were the first ones added?” Cronin pressed.

    “In 1450.”

    Jodis smiled. “It cannot be a coincidence. They are one and the same.”

    Cronin nodded. “It would appear so.”

    “The original gargoyles were removed and replaced in the nineteenth century,” Jacques said. “There’s a crypt beneath the cathedral. From what we learned in history, statues and such things are kept there.”

    Cronin, Alec, Jodis, and Eiji all smiled at one another. Then Alec clapped Eiji on the shoulder again and said, “Looks like we’re going to France.”

    Then Cronin watched as Alec froze, for just the blink of an eye, his face neutral, his eyes glazed over. Alec sucked back a gasping breath and stumbled forward. Cronin leapt to catch him, and when he held him and helped him to his feet, he smelled it. The most delectable scent, an essence Cronin would kill for.

    Alec’s blood.



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