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by Darcy Abriel
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: The thirst for deliverance and absolution are transformed into explosive flames of forbidden passion when a mysteriously charismatic masked man encounters a brilliant and handsome composer. Their lives are intertwined with those of two others, and only the ultimate sacrifice will satisfy the greedy appetite of fate...
Retribution is his only desire...Fabienne Brunetto, a 17th-Century castrato of amazing vocal talent, is brutally attacked by a twisted enemy. But agonizing death is not his destiny. He is saved by Annatoly Constantine, the immortal hand of a brotherhood of fallen angels devoted to protection, balance, and order on Earth. But Fabienne bears the scars of his terrible encounter, and his song has been extinguished forever--at least until a rite of redemption can come to culmination. He must wait two hundred years before his hunger for deliverance can fully be sated.
Wounded and shamed...Annatoly Constantine, whom centuries before was also a man, is the protector of the Gios of Nightingales, a choir of immortal voices created to soothe and heal the world. Annatoly has always been destined to lose what he loves, never able to fully offer himself to a lover. Until Carne Giraint, a gifted composer, appears in his life, making him yearn for something more, something exquisitely forbidden.
A composer marked by the cursed blood of his ancestors...Carne Giraint is a mortal of extraordinary talent, tapped by the brotherhood of angels to accept his destiny as composer to the gios. Carne's greatest passion has never been ignited until he encounters a masked man known to him only as Maître. One night of fiery desire leaves him ravenous for the touch of Maître, a man he cannot forget.
A greedy man willing to give his soul for power and money...Dandrae, a slave to the dark beings who seek to alter the course of Fabienne's and Carne's destinies, is tasked with quashing Carne's mystical gift for composition.
An earthly balance is at stake. Nothing happens by chance. And fate, here on Earth, will demand its bloody tribute no matter how high the cost...
Genres: Gay / Historical / The Arts / Dark Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / BDSM / Voyeurism / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [189 KB]
Reading time: 117-164 min.
"4.5 STARS!...This beautiful dark fantasy with a twist on religious symbolism captivated me and made me think about the characters long after I finished the story. I really loved the haunting dark atmosphere of this story and its tortured heroes, and I thought the writing reflected the mood of the story very well. I thought that the sex was very sensual and hot."--Sirius, Reviews By Jessewave
Maître towered over Carne, making him feel small and insignificant, almost delicate in the presence of the stunning masked man.
"Beautiful, just as I knew you would be. Your interpretation of the movement is quite as I expected. Mozart's Gran Partita. Tonight, a perfect choice. But I wonder what you could do with his Requiem? Yes, I would like to see your treatment of the Hostias."
"Perhaps it is you who inspire me ... Maître." Carne turned to look up at him. Maître brushed a thumb across his lower lip.
"Undress for me. Or it is over before we have begun." His voice held the promise of an unending night of carnal delight, an element of mysticism and the clandestine. His dark eyes like priceless black diamonds, rimmed with the thickest, longest lashes Carne had ever seen, glittered from behind the mask.
Those eyes, black pupils rimmed in a stunningly luminescent ring of silvery gray. Perhaps it was that strange combination that endowed the man with such mesmerizing appeal, a look that brooked no argument. Slanted and wholly feline. Fully the predator, exciting Carne to the point he trembled uncontrollably with lust. There was no doubt in Carne's mind that he would never see Maître again if Carne failed to comply. He'd die if he didn't have this man tonight. He would spend the rest of his life yearning for the touch of Maître alone.
With not the slightest hesitation or qualm, Carne stripped.
"The mask as well," Maître demanded. "I want you completely bare, fully at my mercy. No flaw hidden."