By H.C. Brown (Guest Blogger)
My new paranormal romance Dance
to the Wolf came to me in a recurring dream. My dreams moved through
snowfields, forests, and a dark medieval castle with a flag waving
from the ramparts depicting a wolf with blood red fangs. In my dream,
a young man was fleeing a pack of werewolves.
This
dream continued for some days. Then it turned to a white tiger
bounding through the snow.
The
next day I began to write the story about a slave, Eton, sold on his
majority to the sex slave market. His life inside the notorious Den
was at least tolerable until his master sells him to the Alpha of a
werewolf pack.
I
needed a hero and introduced Raz, a white tiger shifter. The story is
about Eton’s escape from the werewolf with the help of his lover,
Raz. Time is running out, on the full moon, Eton will become the
werewolf’s lover. I enjoyed writing this story and there is more to
tell about the lives of these remarkable tiger shifters. So, I
created the Tull Pride Series. This is book one, a standalone story.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
Blurb
In
love with a slave from another realm, the Tull Alpha, Raz, plans to
free Eton and take him for his lover.
However, politics cause a delay
and Raz arrives late at the auction to find Eton’s master has sold
the handsome young man as a pleasure slave.
Six
months later, Raz discovers Eton dancing to entice customers in the
infamous Den of Depravity at Tennabolt Gate. The knowledge that the
Beast of Darktrees, has bought Eton for his own form of wickedness
throws Raz into an impossible position. To rescue his young man means
war between the shifters and the werewolves. He must regain Eton’s
affection because his love is all the slave has to sustain him in the
hands of the Lycaon.
Excerpt From Dance to the Wolf
Zulka
City—Land of the Five Gates
"Have
you lost your wits?" Ransom glared at his brother. "You are
the Alpha. What in heaven’s name are you doing sniffing around a
slave boy in Zulka City?" He gave Raz an appraising look. "And
why are you dressed in rags? Have you no shame?"
Anger
stirred Raz’s inner cat. He pushed the albino tiger back into the
dark recesses of his mind and turned to face his brother. "I’m
in love."
"No.
You’re in lust. You can’t have this slave’s ass, so you’ll
hang around him until he comes up for auction even though owning a
slave is against our laws." Ransom pushed the hair off his
sweat-soaked face. "Come home. You’ve important matters to
attend to." He sighed. "In any case, this slave cannot be
your mate. He’s not a shifter." He grasped Raz’s arm. "This
love you speak of is a passing fancy."
Raz
wrenched his arm away. "You’re correct, brother. I am the
Alpha and I will make the decision on who to love or not." He
bared his fangs at Ransom. "And I don’t require you to inform
me of my duty to our pride or our laws. Leave me now. I’ll return
home in a couple of hours."
"Don’t
come growling to me if the sexy little slave steals your purse."
Ransom turned on his heel and strode with purpose into the crowded
city streets.
The
market square sizzled below the blinding summer sun. Heat shimmers
rose above the flagstones and reminded Raz of the distortion of air
around shifters at the point of morphing. He stepped under the canvas
awning attached to the rear door of the tavern, and leant back in the
shadows. The dry coolness from the brick wall seeped through his
buckskin jerkin. He peered down the dusty street, searching the
crowd. People moved around the multitude of stalls in a noisy throng.
The free citizens dressed in brightly coloured garments stood out
against the slaves in homespun brown and indigo.
A
fat man with limp greasy hair stood a few paces from him holding a
bunch of squawking chickens by the legs. Raz wrinkled his nose. His
heightened senses had overloaded with the stench of unwashed bodies,
fish and animals. Another variety of scents wafted on the breeze to
confuse him, in a combination of fragrant flowers and the aromas of
the stalls offering food delicacies.
Anticipation
fluttered Raz’s stomach. In the distance, Eton pushed through the
crowd, a basket over one arm and his long golden hair, prominent
amongst the dark-haired masses. The slave made his way toward him.
Raz smiled at the sight of the delicious young man he loved beyond
reason.
Warmth
curled around his heart. A long purr escaped his lips. The slave’s
perfection in male beauty made him weak in the knees. His young man’s
kisses had become desperately passionate of late. Of course, he
wanted Eton as his lover. Raz’s cock grew hard at the thought of
bedding his delicious friend. One more day and he will be mine. The
connection between them had grown into something special. Raz counted
each hour between their brief interludes.
Gods,
he had fallen in love with a slave. A free man and the Alpha of the
Tull Pride, he moved around the realms of the Five Gates
unchallenged. He chewed on his bottom lip. Each time they met, his
presence put Eton in danger.
He
understood the law. In Zulka City, for a slave to consort with a free
man without his master’s consent brought instant death. Raz ground
his teeth. He hated the clandestine meetings with his friend and the
constant arguments with his brother over his relationship. In truth,
all affairs of his pride fell into insignificance at the thought of
Eton. He could not get enough of Eton. He craved the taste of his
lips and the delicious flavour of his love’s innocence.
Eton’s
master planned to auction him on the breaking dawn. As a virgin, he
was a valuable asset to the pleasure market. He had the fine bones of
a female. His skin, oiled daily, was soft to the touch. His handsome
features and almond-shaped emerald eyes had caught Raz’s attention
more than six months ago. To find such a jewel in a filthy
marketplace had astounded him.
Two
days had passed since Eton had clung to him sobbing with the news
that his master planned to sell him. Delighted at the chance to
purchase Eton and set him free, Raz had calmed his young man. He
smiled to himself. Soon, they would leave this place and go to his
home in Dragonspawn Gate. Thank the gods, his realm’s laws
prevented slavery. For once Eton could live in peace, far from the
constant harassment of the Slave Masters.
Ten
paces away, Eton tossed his long golden hair over one shoulder and
moved into the shadows alongside the buildings. A man jostled the
young slave. Raz’s tiger rose to the surface, roaring with
jealousy. Raz curled his hands, and needle sharp claws broke through
his fingertips. The cat rippled beneath his skin. A soft whine
spilled into his head.
"You
must bond with Eton soon before he is lost to us. He may be small,
but he is well past his majority."
Raz
pushed down the cat’s need to emerge. Morphing in a busy
marketplace would reveal his identity. "I crave to be with him,
but Eton’s scent doesn’t lure me as a mate should. I’m not sure
if he belongs to me, cat. Perhaps, he is slow to maturity because of
his size. In time, we will know the truth."
The
slave moved gracefully towards him. His narrow sexy hips swayed with
each delightful step. Raz held out a hand. "Eton." He
pulled his love against him. His cat roared with pleasure. Raz
inhaled the man’s fragrance and sighed. "I’ve missed you."
The
urgent need to kiss Eton overwhelmed him. He pushed open the back
door to the tavern and drew him inside.
"I’ve
missed you too." Eton followed Raz into a small room. "I
don’t have too long. I must return to my master within the hour."
He rubbed a hand down Raz’s back.
With
a moan, Raz cupped Eton’s chin and lowered his head to capture his
soft mouth. Eton curled his long fingers in his tunic. He parted his
warm lips and explored the contours of Raz’s smile with his
inquisitive tongue. With a long purr, Raz deepened the kiss. The
slave moaned, and returned his embrace with passion.
Raz
used his tongue to stroke every crevice, marvelling at the young
man’s delicious flavour. He brushed Eton’s fangs with his lips,
so like his own and yet many of the species of humanoid in the realms
had fangs. If only this delightful man had been cat, his brother
could have had no objection to them being together. He gripped Eton’s
muscular buttocks and squeezed. Eton mewed against his lips and
pressed his hard shaft into Raz’s thigh. So innocent and yet so
demanding, his sweet man would have to wait a little longer for the
joy of his lovemaking.
He
dragged his mouth away and gazed down into Eton’s hooded green
eyes. "You know how much I want you, but a kiss is all I can
offer until tomorrow." He smiled. "It’s only one more
night. Know that I love you and we’ll be leaving this place for
good soon."
*****
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