Dark Reign: Found

Dark Reign: Found


by Mychael Black

Cover art: Bryan Keller





ISBN: 978-1-60521-532-7



Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes



Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian



Series: Dark Reign



Length: Hot Flash


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Blurb:
AJ remembers nothing about life before he began working for the sadistic vampire Dalton Gray. When Dalton's plans go awry, AJ is sure he's as good as dead. Then a mystery hero shows up and offers AJ something he never expected: a past.
Excerpt:
Dark Reign: Found


Mychael Black

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Copyright ©2010 Mychael Black



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Everything hurt.

It wasn't the excruciating pain from before, but it was enough for AJ to know he sure as hell wasn't dead. Yet.



He kept his eyes closed, but wherever he was, it was relatively dark. Awareness started creeping back, and AJ gave into his morbid curiosity, opening his eyes slowly.



Where the fuck was he?



"You'll live."



AJ froze, his heart hammering in his chest. Blinking, he scanned the room slowly, not entirely sure he really wanted to see who had spoken. When his gaze settled on a distinctly shaped pocket of shadow, AJ swallowed. "Who are you?"



A faint red glow lit up a man's face, then faded. A soft exhale sent a plume of ash-gray smoke into the air. "Geoff."



"Geoff." AJ started to sit up, but the world spun suddenly, tilting on its axis. He dropped back onto the bed and prayed he wouldn't puke. Bed? He patted the mattress beneath him. Soft sheets, with the faint smell of laundry detergent. "Where am I?"



"A hotel room, Settlers' Inn, to be exact. Room 316."



"Why?"



Another exhale and the smoke curled upward toward the ceiling. "Because you're in my territory."



"Your territory?" AJ opened his eyes. After reassuring himself that he wouldn't hurl with the slightest movement, he turned his head toward the man in the shadows. "Are you some sort of gang leader?" It would be just his fucking luck.



"You could say that." The man -- Geoff -- leaned forward and stubbed out his cigarette in the cheap, clear glass ashtray on the table. "Why were you in the ravine, anyway?"



"Huh?" Furrowing his brow, AJ tried to remember everything that had happened. "I-I wasn't. My boss..." He bit his lip, knowing it would be stupid to tell this stranger anything. "I got into an argument with someone. I wasn't in a ravine; I was in... a warehouse. I think."



Geoff snorted and sat back into the shadows again. "Must've been one hell of an argument. You look like you went through a bone-crunching obstacle course."



Feels like it, too, AJ thought. "Who are you?"



"I told you."



Another cigarette was lit, the glow from the flame illuminating a little more of the man's face. Rugged, little bit of stubble, angular jaw; handsome, that was for certain. AJ chastised himself for even having the gall to think something like that while lying on what could easily become his deathbed. Speaking of which...



"How'd I end up here?" And why am I not dead?



"I was... hunting, and I found you in the ravine. You looked like hell. Look better now, though. You'll survive whatever the fuck happened." Geoff took another drag and exhaled a few seconds later. "You have yet to tell me what you were doing there."



AJ sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "Well, I guess if you were going to kill me, you would've already done it."



"Yep."



He chose to ignore the almost casual way Geoff said that. "My boss beat the fuck out of me, all right? Happy now?"



"No. Why?"



"Why the fuck should I tell you?"



AJ suddenly found himself face to face with the most heart-stopping set of hazel eyes he'd ever seen.



"Because I just saved your ass from the beggars and thugs who would gladly fuck it down there."



Fuck. Was a man supposed to look that God damn good? AJ opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words had completely abandoned him in favor of leaving him to gape at the sight of a pair of lips just inches from his own.



"Dog got yer tongue?"



Hot breath warmed AJ's lips, seeping between them to settle in his lungs. What were they talking about again? Oh, yeah. Ravine. His ass. Fucking. Wait...



"Don't you mean 'cat'?"



"In this case... no."



He wasn't given a chance to answer. Those lips crushed his, Geoff's tongue pushing right between them to claim his mouth. AJ stared into golden eyes, but the sensations rushing through him were too strong to ignore. With a half-protesting, half-pleading moan, he closed his eyes and gave in, opening completely to the man's kiss.



So what if he died? It was the best fucking kiss he'd ever had.



When Geoff pulled away, AJ could do nothing but stare mutely up at the man. Geoff left the bedside and started for the bathroom, one hand running along the dresser as he went. AJ watched his host with interest. It wasn't every day he was snatched out of Death's grip by a hot man in tight, faded blue jeans. Geoff stopped in the bathroom doorway and tugged his black shirt over his head, tossing it onto the bed at AJ's feet. Then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.



AJ remained where he was, unsure what to think or expect. Geoff had an unmistakable standoffish air to him, but... he had rescued AJ from that ravine. Maybe the man wasn't so bad.


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