For my part in the hop today, I'm featuring my m/m vampire romance "Orion's Way."
Orion is definitely a dark hero. He's been through a lot of tragedy in his life, and all of it has taken a toll on him. On the other hand, Malagan is also dark...but just because he's ancient and damned sexy!
Content warning: "Orion's Way" contains adult content, graphic sexual situations, and BDSM.
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And an excerpt:
That night Malagan sat at his desk in his office, sorting through bills and papers. He’d made apologies and assurances to the other lair dwellers that what had taken place with Clay and Xavier would never happen again. He shook his head, wishing he could rid himself of the sting of Clay’s betrayal just as easily. Clay had been with him from the beginning—had been instrumental in helping Malagan establish the lair. He knew exactly what the place meant to Malagan, and how important it was to those who sought sanctuary and peace within its walls.
“Ah.” Malagan sat back and crossed his legs, settling in for what he assumed would be a drawn-out conversation. Always was, when dealing with Marco. “What did he tell you?”
“How his Maker found him when he was sixteen, after he’d run away from those horrible parents of his, and promised him all these amazing things, but really his Maker just wanted to use him.” Marco looked away. “His Maker did use him. The things he was forced to do...”
Malagan nodded. “Zachariah was a ruthless creature.”
“Did you know him, Master?” Marco peered across at Malagan with wide eyes.
“I met him once, briefly.” For twenty minutes, to be exact. And that was all the time Malagan needed to decide Zachariah should die. “Orion said he never saw Zachariah again after the night you found him.” Marco shifted in his seat. “What happened to him? Will he ever come back for Orion? Because I’ve heard that when a Maker chooses his protégé—”
“Zachariah is dead,” Malagan interrupted. “Orion has nothing to fear from him anymore, or from anyone else. Nor do you.” He leaned forward and patted Marco’s arm. “The lair is a safe place.”
Marco nodded and looked around the room. “The lair is all I’ve ever known of vampire life. My Maker is a kind man, as are you, Master. All the masters here are kind. I can’t imagine...” He trailed off and shook his head, biting his lower lip.
“Life should be filled with kind people. But sometimes it’s not.” Malagan sat back in his chair again.
Marco stuck out his chin. “Xavier should’ve stayed with Orion, no matter what. Orion was good to him.”
“Someone being good to you doesn’t mean you owe them your loyalty. Xavier needs something Orion can’t give him.” Suspecting there was more to Marco’s visit than sharing gossip over Orion, Malagan raised an eyebrow and waited while the young vampire fidgeted and fretted.
“I’m worried about Orion, Master,” Marco blurted at last.
“He’ll be all right. I know he’s upset—”
“No, you don’t understand. He—” Marco finally looked at Malagan, winced apologetically, and ducked his head back down. “Forgive me for interrupting you, Master. It’s just...I’m not supposed to tell you. Orion asked me not to, and any other time, I might keep a secret for him. But this time...”
Malagan leaned forward. “If you think Orion is in danger, I need to know.”
Marco nodded. “I do. He went to try to talk to Xavier. He went to Clay’s house.”
Malagan clenched his jaw tight. Though a welcome change, this reemerging defiant streak of Orion’s would be the death of him. Perhaps of them both. “When did he leave?”
“Just after Clay left.”
Malagan glanced at his watch. Orion had a full hour’s head start on him. He stood, slid his jacket on, and reached into his pocket for his keys. “Stay here,” he instructed. “Gather the others and be prepared to deal with whatever I bring back.”
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