Dawn of the Seraphs
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by Adrianne Brennan
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Tamar is a Seraph, a member of an influential organization of powerful psychics known as ANGEL. Possessing a greater lifespan and intelligence than ordinary humans, Seraphs within ANGEL grow to their full potential through study and practice. In the year 4287, ANGEL has deteriorated to a club for the bored elite. A small but passionate rebellion rises to take back the power they once held. In pursuit of his own dreams, Tamar is caught in the chaotic struggle for evolution, power, and to define the greater good. Kir, an old rival from his days as an apprentice within ANGEL, resurfaces, threatening to shred Tamar's world into bits... along with his heart. Their ideals clash, but Tamar needs all his courage save Kir from the darkness inside while remaining true to himself and all he holds dear.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Single Shot, 2012 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Reading time: 40-56 min.
"Shut. UP." Something struck Tamar hard, and he fell, his back smacking the ground with a thud. It took him a few moments to register that what hit him wasn't an inanimate object, but a blond man in black and scarlet.
Blinking, Tamar stared up into Kir's light-colored eyes, now turned gray with his rage. The blond Seraph's weight bore down on him, Kir's strong grip pinning his shoulders to the floor. Tamar could feel Kir's hot breath upon his face, the warmth of his body against his. And what cologne did Kir put on that day? It smelled familiar, something spicy. A hint of cloves, perhaps? His head hurt, and the room grew hazy.
"You. Are. A. Disgrace," Kir spat out. "You're holding back in front of all of these people. A Seraph like you. Pitiful. Have you no shame?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about."
"Are you ashamed of what you are? You disgust me." Kir's hold grew firmer, his fingers digging into Tamar harder.
Ouch, what the frag? Tamar's shoulders began to hurt, but he ignored the pain and glared at Kir instead.
"There's no machinery in this room, Kir," he stated in a calm and even tone. "No computers."
Kir's voice became a low growl. "Your datapad, or someone else's then."
"Fine. Whatever." He cleared his throat. "Will you please get off of me now?"