Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified by Mychael Black

Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified by Mychael  Black

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Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified

by Mychael Black
cover art by ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-556-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Vampires, Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Spirits of Abaddon
Length: Novella

Book Summary Jesse Eldridge and Gabriel Walsh have their work cut out for them the moment they step foot into Gabriel's home world of Abaddon. With the elemental ice mage Lazarus and his demon lover Semoriel, they uncover the unthinkable: a plot to overthrow the throne of Abaddon itself. When they discover what has become of the archdemon Ba'al, treason and betrayal soon rear their ugly heads. One of the four isn't quite who he seems, and it's going to change everyone's life when the truth comes out.


Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified
Mychael Black
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Copyright ©2010 Mychael Black

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"There is no cure, is there?"
Jesse Eldridge fell back onto the ground and stared up at what he knew might be his last star-filled evening. "For whatever Lazarus did to me."
"Why do you think there isn't a cure?"
He shrugged. "Gut feeling." He glanced over at his lover, Gabriel. At one time, he'd have described Gabriel Walsh as "otherworldly," but now, Jesse fit that description even more so than Gabriel.
Gabriel lay beside him, propped on one arm, and stroked the fingers of his left hand along Jesse's jaw. "Jesse, I promise you, if there is a way to save you from Lazarus' magic, I will."
"I know." Jesse smiled. "I trust you. Really."
When Gabriel leaned down for a kiss, Jesse forgot everything. His life hung on an ice-cold thread, and yet all he wanted to do was let Gabriel love him into oblivion. The notion froze Jesse in an entirely non-magical way.
"What's wrong?" Gabriel pulled back, brows knitting in concern.
Was this love?
"When this is over... when we confront Lazarus and Semoriel... what happens after?"
One eyebrow lifted and Gabriel cocked his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." Jesse groaned and threw his forearm over his eyes to break contact. "I don't know."
Gabriel chuckled and eased Jesse's arm away before taking another, slower kiss. His warm breath puffed across Jesse's lips, chasing away the ever-increasing chill. "There is nothing to fear," he murmured. "Your heart is safe with me."
Before Jesse could reply, those lips sealed over his own, silencing any words before they could form. Jesse moaned, arms draping around Gabriel's neck. Future be damned; he needed whatever Gabriel would give him.
Gabriel shifted until he rested between Jesse's legs. Their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, and every minute move sent a rush through Jesse. Gabriel rocked just enough to grind them together and Jesse arched to meet him. One hand drifted down Jesse's side to grip his left hip. Instead of pulling him close, however, Gabriel pinned him down. Jesse squirmed and grunted in frustration.
"Impatient?" Gabriel chuckled softly.
"Shut up and fuck me," Jesse grumbled. "God, you're a fucking tease."

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