Captive
Creature
Angelique
Voisen
Genre: MM, Werewolf, BDSM * Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: April 1, 2016 * ISBN: 978-1-943576-74-6
Word Count: 18k * Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
I thought I had nothing left to
lose.
Betrayed and abandoned by those I
love, and captured by the enemy, I learned death is a privilege, not a right.
Nursing my vengeance and honing my hate is all I can do. Then he appears,
turning my black and white world upside down.
Scar Greyback is Alpha to the
largest werewolf clan in the region. Scar’s dominance frightens me, excites me.
One touch and I know I’m his. His to possess and control, maybe even to love,
but I can’t yield. I’ve been bred and trained all my life as a soldier to hunt
his kind. Accepting his mating call will doom us both, but once I start on this
road to hell, I can’t stop.
Excerpt:
Hanging naked with
nothing but blood, grime, and sweat clinging to my skin, and chains lashing my
limbs to the rusty eyebolt on the ceiling, I recalled my beautiful mother’s
words.
God gives only
gives us what we can take. My mother whispered those words when she tucked me
in bed, along with other poisonous ones. Grow strong, Gabriel. Be my avenging
angel. Think of your father, your uncle, your brother. Every one of the fallen
needs our prayers, she said. Harden your body and heart, because our enemies
will show you no mercy.
It’s the first
time I felt true despair, but not my last. Two other bolts lie close to mine,
empty of captives, but even my human nose caught the tell-tale scent of copper,
spilled blood.
To remain sane, I
thought of other matters, anything to distract myself from my inevitable death.
Death has no favorites, the master of arms back at the citadel always said.
Still, the previous two occupants on either side of me must have wished their
demise didn’t come too soon. Are they still alive, screams gagged by the
endless rock walls and passages of Santa Olivia, the underground home of the
city’s most prominent animal groups?
“Fuck this.”
Hearing the sound
of my voice startled me. I hardly recognized myself. Had I always sounded so
weak? I twisted in my chains, but it was futile. These chains are built to hold
supernatural captives, but I’m only human. There’s no longer any fight in me.
The fire in me has gone out, since the moment my friends and allies betrayed me
to the hands of the enemy.
I whispered their
names to the darkness, not as a prayer seeking salvation, but as a curse.
“Rafael. Michael. Pedro. Abraham.”
Every member of
the Soldier of God is christened with the name of an angel or saint. Don’t ask
me why. What we’re doing is for the good of humanity, our elders often liked to
say, but the truth? Few of the soldiers believed in noble deeds. Most hunted
the supernatural down not to cleanse the city of abominations, but because
killing is all we’re good at. What we’d been bred for.
Die a noble death,
a worthy one, some of my brothers and sisters would say, but it was no longer
funny once real fear kicked in. The sound of the heavy bolt to the holding cell
shifting made me still.
“Calm the fuck
down,” I hissed, but my body refused to obey.
My heart quickened
and my breaths came short. I’m Gabriel. Twenty-one-year-old Soldier of God and
today’s the day I die.
About
the Author:
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual,
twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and
menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her
stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and
happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate
action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their
cake.
For more information on other books
by Angelique, visit her website: www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
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