Thanks for hosting me, Jon. It means so much. You were one of the first m/m authors I discovered online, and I was hooked. I love your books, and it gives me goosebumps to be on your blog.
I’m thrilled to celebrate the release of my first book, Remember Him, the first in the Amsel Clan series. I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to enter the giveaway for a US$20 gift card to Amazon. See the bottom of this post for ways to enter. Thanks for reading!
Will the bond of blood outweigh the passions of the heart?
While sketching the Temple of Dendur, graduate student Carter Denwright meets—and is seduced by—a powerful vampire by the name of Alder. Once kept secret from the human world, now everyone knows of their existence. Blinded by mistaken feelings for Alder, Carter allows himself to be drawn into his life. Too late, he realizes two things: one, Alder is vicious and cruel, and two, Carter’s true love is Alder’s brother, Freyr.
The attraction between Carter and Freyr is strong, but they must fight this feeling or face the wrath of Alder. Despite their best efforts, Alder discovers the truth, and punishes Carter, hiding him from Freyr in a cruel game of cat and mouse.
Freyr is not as strong as his brother, but he vows that he will find Carter again and will stop at nothing to get him back. Carter, caught in Alder’s cruel grip, commits an act of desperation which will change all their lives forever. The question is: can Freyr find Carter and is the bond between him and Carter enough to break Alder’s hold and spoil his plans to ruin them both?
Freyr practically dragged me upstairs. I turned to go toward our room, but he went in the opposite direction.
“Oof!” I grunted when he yanked my arm. “Where are we going?”
He stopped suddenly and I crashed into the back of him. “Carter, what part of ‘shh!’ do you not comprehend?”
His jaw tightened and raised an eyebrow. I clasped my hands not-so-innocently behind my back, tilted my hips out and ran my tongue slowly over my fangs. Freyr’s breathing came faster and he moved toward me, but then he remembered his original purpose and continued down the hall. Halfway down the east wing, he reached behind a huge Grecian amphora and pressed a button on the wall behind it. A piece of the wood-paneled wall slid open to reveal a modern keypad.
The code was twelve digits long. After he entered them, I heard a muted click. An entire section of the wall opened into a two foot wide, five foot high door. The light down the hall barely penetrated the first few feet inside.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Freyr anticipated me. Without even looking, he slapped his hand over my mouth. We climbed in and he shut the door. The darkness was so complete that it pushed painfully on my chest. I had always hated the dark, especially since Alder kept me locked up so frequently. But this wasn’t Alder. This was my mate, who loved me, so I got my breathing under control.
Freyr ruffled my hair. “Now we can talk, brat. Just don’t move.”
Like an idiot, I stepped backward and said, “I really don’t like the d-daaark!” as the floor fell out from under me. I tumbled down a stone spiral staircase, banging my head with every flip, until I finally got my bearings and grabbed a step with my hands.
“Son of a bitch!” I cried. “I think I’m bleeding.”
“Yummy,” purred Freyr from above.
“Not a time to be cute, asshole.”
“Sorry. Can you see anything?”
“Besides my life flashing before my eyes? It’s pitch-fucking-black down here!”
“Stop yelling and use your eyes.”
“Oh, right,” I shot back. “Let’s see. Yup. There are two mangled legs and—uh oh. I only have one arm now. Is the other one up there?”
“I’m going to wallop you if you don’t cut it out.”
“Hah! You’ll have to find me first.” Instantly, he was directly in front of me and I jumped back in surprise. I looked at where I thought his face must be and saw his eyes blazing orange. I gasped at his appearance. “Dude, your eyes are glowing.”
“Dude, so are yours. Now focus.”
I blinked a few times and tried to focus on him, and his features slowly became clear, as though a dimmed light bulb was growing brighter. “Cool!” I exclaimed. “I have night vision.”
“You’re so easily amused. Now, come on.”
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ABOUT KAZY REED
Kazy Reed grew up on a small island off the Maine Coast. At the age of sixteen, she announced to her parents that she was going to move to Denmark as an exchange student. That trip changed her life, and sparked her love of travel, languages, and history.
After graduating from college in Massachusetts with a degree in Art History, she moved back to Maine, where she began to write short stories. When she was introduced to gay erotic fiction, the seed was planted and she never looked back.
Kazy still lives in Southern Maine, with her very understanding husband and two ridiculously precocious children. In addition to her published work, she is the author of a weekly flash-fiction series on her blog.
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