Captive
Creature
Angelique
Voisen
Genre: MM, Werewolf, BDSM
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: April 1,
2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-74-6
Word Count: 18k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
I thought I had nothing left to
lose.
Betrayed and abandoned by those I
love, and captured by the enemy, I learned death is a privilege, not a right.
Nursing my vengeance and honing my hate is all I can do. Then he appears,
turning my black and white world upside down.
Scar Greyback is Alpha to the
largest werewolf clan in the region. Scar’s dominance frightens me, excites me.
One touch and I know I’m his. His to possess and control, maybe even to love,
but I can’t yield. I’ve been bred and trained all my life as a soldier to hunt
his kind. Accepting his mating call will doom us both, but once I start on this
road to hell, I can’t stop.
Excerpt:
Hanging naked
with nothing but blood, grime, and sweat clinging to my skin, and chains
lashing my limbs to the rusty eyebolt on the ceiling, I recalled my beautiful
mother’s words.
God gives only
gives us what we can take. My mother whispered those words when she tucked me
in bed, along with other poisonous ones. Grow strong, Gabriel. Be my avenging
angel. Think of your father, your uncle, your brother. Every one of the fallen
needs our prayers, she said. Harden your body and heart, because our enemies
will show you no mercy.
It’s the first
time I felt true despair, but not my last. Two other bolts lie close to mine,
empty of captives, but even my human nose caught the tell-tale scent of copper,
spilled blood.
To remain sane,
I thought of other matters, anything to distract myself from my inevitable
death. Death has no favorites, the master of arms back at the citadel always
said. Still, the previous two occupants on either side of me must have wished
their demise didn’t come too soon. Are they still alive, screams gagged by the
endless rock walls and passages of Santa Olivia, the underground home of the
city’s most prominent animal groups?
“Fuck this.”
Hearing the
sound of my voice startled me. I hardly recognized myself. Had I always sounded
so weak? I twisted in my chains, but it was futile. These chains are built to
hold supernatural captives, but I’m only human. There’s no longer any fight in
me. The fire in me has gone out, since the moment my friends and allies
betrayed me to the hands of the enemy.
I whispered
their names to the darkness, not as a prayer seeking salvation, but as a curse.
“Rafael. Michael. Pedro. Abraham.”
Every member of
the Soldier of God is christened with the name of an angel or saint. Don’t ask
me why. What we’re doing is for the good of humanity, our elders often liked to
say, but the truth? Few of the soldiers believed in noble deeds. Most hunted
the supernatural down not to cleanse the city of abominations, but because
killing is all we’re good at. What we’d been bred for.
Die a noble
death, a worthy one, some of my brothers and sisters would say, but it was no
longer funny once real fear kicked in. The sound of the heavy bolt to the
holding cell shifting made me still.
“Calm the fuck
down,” I hissed, but my body refused to obey.
My heart
quickened and my breaths came short. I’m Gabriel. Twenty-one-year-old Soldier
of God and today’s the day I die.
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual,
twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and
menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her
stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and
happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate
action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their
cake.
For more information on other
books by Angelique, visit her website: www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
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