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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Vitus, a lusty soldier, and Caecilia, an innocent handmaiden to Diana, first discovered love and passion on the banks of the Tiber in ancient Rome. But falling in love with the handmaiden of a goddess without permission brings the wrath of Diana down on both their heads. And retribution is not pleasant nor short-lived. In order to protect each other, Vitus agrees to serve Apollo, and Caecilia is sent to the courts of the lustful Aphrodite and thrust into the arms of a satyr for tutoring in the erotic arts. It's centuries before these two lovers meet again.

Now in the 1880's old west, Caecilia, an experienced immortal courtesan, has been sent to the Infernia dominion, and specifically to a town called Deadeye, to retrieve the son of the Nacraecian Dreamweaver Sorceress, who was fathered by the dark lord, Zevodious. Justus has been with his demon father since his birth. He is an incubus that must have the demon energy purged from him, and Aphrodite sends Caecilia to see the dark energy exorcised so that Justus may embrace his dreamweaver destiny. A task to be accomplished only through the act of lusty fornication.

But Zevodious has one demand that must be met before he will release Justus. Return to him Vitus, the Roman soldier who was once his slave, who escaped the deviant lusts of the dark lord with acute cunning. Possessing demon powers now, Vitus has been ordered by Apollo to return to Zevodious. In Deadeye, Vitus and Caecilia are reunited. Once again Vitus is challenged by the darkness that's become a part of his soul, while Caecilia is tempted by another. Will Vitus escape Zevodious again? Or in the end will Caecilia, the woman he's loved through eternity, end up sacrificed as well? Vitus would do anything to protect Caecilia, but will his submission to Zevodious actually save her?

And then there's Justus, with the demeanor of an angel and the soul of a demon, whose destiny lies in another direction. He must claim Caecilia for himself in order to purge the darkness that claims his own soul.

Vitus, Caecilia, and Justus. Intertwined fates. Lust and sacrifice, passion and purpose, a demon's demand, a demon's desire--will they escape or be forever enslaved? Will love triumph? Or will it be a demon's powerful dark and all-consuming lust that claims them all?

Genres: Dark Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Historical / The Old West / BDSM / Ménage (M/M/F) / Group Sex / Bisexuality (M/M) / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [203 KB]
Words: 45554
Reading time: 130-182 min.

"...A wildly inventive, darkly erotic tale that's not afraid to take liberties with transplanting elements of classical mythology to the old West. While it sounds like an odd combination, the callousness of the Greek gods fits in well with the mentality of a lawless Western town... There's a very real sense of danger and excitement to the sex that belongs entirely to the realm of sadomasochistic fantasy. With the slender thread of love and hope to compel you along, you'd gladly take the journey to Deadeye all over again."--Sally, Queer Magazine Online

"Caecilia." His tone was one of warning.

She dipped the end of her finger into the glass, then thrust the tip into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the digit. Vitus's cock jerked, hardened, as he watched her. He damned Apollo, he damned Aphrodite, he damned Diana. But most of all he damned himself for wanting Caecilia as much as he had when he'd first seen her on the banks of the Tiber. She tipped the glass and swallowed the contents. It took every last bit of his self-control not to reach for her, to stroke her slender throat, to press his lips to the beautiful column, to claim what her lips promised.

She smiled, grabbed the bottle and poured another shot of the whiskey into Vitus's glass. She lifted it and swallowed it. "It's been a while, Vitus. It's good to see you."

"Is it? Why tempt me, Caecilia, when you know what the punishment would be?"

She shrugged. "After all these years maybe I'm just tired of fighting." She leaned over the table, her plump breasts pale and enticing. "Don't you want to forget them all, just for one night? Wouldn't one night of just us be worth whatever punishment they meted out?"

He took her hand between both of his. He stroked his thumb across the silk of her flesh. "You don't have a clue what it would mean to become a source for Infernia. I do. There will come a time when we'll be together. I vow to you. One day this weight--this pain--will be gone."