Welcome to BRB, everyone! I will be at the SIWC this coming weekend from October 19th to 22nd! I will be signing print editions of two books: Older the Better, which is a brand new edition with a new cover and The Reaper Complete Series.
Both books will be available in ePub and in print online this week!
I hope to see you at the conference!
The Reaper Complete Series
‘Fate. Love. And the inevitable. Welcome to Z’s world.’
For Z, prostitution is a way of life, but it’s also become his prison. Desperate to forget his ugly existence, even if it’s only once a week, he confides in a john—a mysterious but kind man named Brody.
For Brody, he’s found something special in Z—an innate charm and pure view of the world—qualities he can appreciate. He’s grown fond of Z and comfortable with their routine, but he knows it will soon come to an end.
As Z’s affection burgeons for the unusually altruistic Brody, he discovers the man has a dark secret. Nothing is ever as it seems.
Brody exited the room to the blare of the central alarm, frantic shouts from staff members, doors slamming, and the tremor of movement as guards approached a pair of men who were stabbing each other. He turned west and stepped around a dead woman on the way to the communal showers, where orderlies struggled to subdue a male in his late teens. As he passed the commotion, his eyes locked with the teenager’s, and he knew the kid was an inductee—glazed, lifeless pupils were a definite sign of Doctor Günter’s methods of proselytization. But as the four crashed into the doors, he noticed something else. The kid was holding a steel pipe pitted with rust.
He immediately changed his course, entered the concrete room, shot each orderly dead, then aimed at the teen, who hastily crab-walked back into a row of lockers.
“I know who you are.” The kid stared blankly.
“Give it to me.”
“This?” The kid looked at the pipe in surprise. “What’s a gunslinger like you want with a dinky piece of metal?”
“I prefer well-used things.”
“You really wanna sock it to someone.”
“I enjoy the sound a bone makes when it breaks.” Brody frowned and pointed the gun at the kid’s forehead. “But I also enjoy watching the trail of carnage a bullet leaves behind as it burrows through human flesh.”
The kid laughed nervously, tossing the pipe on the tile floor with a loud clank that echoed off the brick tomb. “Take it. It’s yours.”
“A wise decision.” Brody was scooping up the pipe and heading for the door when he heard a click. Whipping his arm back, he fired, and a bullet drilled the teen’s chest dead center. The kid gulped, wide-eyed, shakily setting a revolver on the floor. “However, that decision was not,” Brody said gravely, as the boy breathed his last. He’d taken no enjoyment in killing him. Perhaps he was losing his taste for it because the only objective he had in mind was to save Zeus. Zeus had become his reason for living—and his pretext to eliminate anyone who stood in his way.
Discarding the gun, he strode out of the communal shower with his newly acquired weapon. No one was in sight. At the end of the wide corridor, he pushed on the exterior exit door and walked into the glow of silvery moonlight and the stale humidity of a muggy summer evening. The alarm wasn’t so deafening outside. He noted several black lumps—bodies lying in the grass—before a gunshot, and the barking of dogs in the distance caught his attention. Studying the forested area, he allowed the pipe to slip a bit lower before retightening his grip. There were four directions he could take, and he chose north. His instinct told him it was the correct path, and he took off running, to be swallowed by the murky woods.
He saw every living thing, frame by frame: the pine needle–littered forest floor, rocks, the gnarled roots of trees, ferns, toadstools, and the white luminosity of tiny, bell-shaped white flowers that perfumed the air with an intoxicating scent. In all the years he’d spent in captivity, he’d never bothered to appreciate his surroundings. But now he noticed the beauty; he was drenched in it. Zeus needed to see the forest. And he wanted to show him. Maybe there’s hope for my wretched soul yet. He smirked and sped up.
Soon the trees thinned, and he came face-to-face with a new challenger. The blond was one of Günter’s personal guards, of German descent, tall and ripped. His body language made it clear he wasn’t about to back down.
“We can either do this the easy way or…” Adalard pitted his fist into his palm and flexed his biceps.
Older the Better
’The hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to set them free.’
Indiscriminate sex with strangers is the only pleasure Charles has left in life. No matter how much he wants a relationship, the memories of a painful break-up during his youth won’t allow him to commit—until a friend persuades him to confront the past—to confront the man who dumped him.
Taking his friend’s advice, Charles returns home, in the hopes of rekindling the romance with the man he lost. But, his father’s religious views and the backwater community he grew up in aren’t so understanding when it comes to same-sex relationships and, to his disillusionment, neither is the man he’s returned for.
Malcolm rinsed his toothbrush, gargled, and spat in the sink. The room was bright, and the lace sheers waffled on the early morning breeze. It was as sunny as the day before, a requirement for a bumper crop of fruit. He slipped on a plain white T-shirt, buttoned a pair of faded jeans, and notched the scruffy ball cap until it fit comfortably on his head.
Pausing in the hallway to shut the door quietly so he wouldn’t wake his son, he looked to the spare room. Entering the cool darkness, he drew the curtains aside. Charles’s knapsack was wedged in next to the chair, and the bed was neatly made, hospital corners included. His full weight hit the mattress, stretching the springs, and his gaze drifted to the headboard.
He’d been in town most of the day, paying bills, buying a coffee, and delivering fruit to the senior citizen center. It was late when he arrived home, well past midnight, and Todd had long gone to bed. Removing his hat, he locked the rear porch door and attached screen, washed his hands and face in the bathroom off the kitchen, and climbed the narrow flight of stairs to the upper level.
The house was deathly quiet. Entering his bedroom, he froze and dropped the house keys. Charles lay in his bed naked, his ultra-smooth flesh glowing an icy copper in the moonlight, his black hair tinted with a hint of chrome. His clothes were draped on the rocking chair, and his boots were beside it.
“Sweet mother!” He kept his voice a dull whisper. “Just what are you doin’ in my bed?” He shut the door, turning the knob slowly. “Todd might hear!”
“We’ve had sex once. Now I want more.”
“It was a mistake.” He tried to concentrate on Charles’s face instead of his erection.
“We made love, and it was a mistake?”
“Don’t make me explain again.”
“It’s my age.” Charles turned his attention to the window, and his watery eyes glistened in the stream of moonlight. “I get it.”
Malcolm crossed the room, knelt on the bed, and clamped Charlie’s forearm with an ironclad grip. “Now we’ve got a problem.”
“There’s no problem because I’m leaving.”
“You think you can tease me and walk out.” He smacked him into the pillows, and the entire bed creaked. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I wasn’t teasing you.” Charles put the back of a shaky hand to his mouth.
“You’re a cock tease.”
“You think it’s funny to play with me?”
“I’m not playing with you!” Charles bit back, more tears swelling in his eyes.
What should he do? Give in to the temptation? Or ignore it? He pleaded for a damn answer. A beautiful young man lay ready and willing in his bed.
Once again, he gave in, and ‘God forgive me’ were the last coherent words he muttered before bending down to kiss Charles between his quivering thighs.
Malcolm put his hand to the headboard, the memories it held crystal clear and resonating from the brass. He could still hear the rocking of the bed frame and Charles’s moans of pleasure. They’d made love over and over that night until fatigue won out and they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
He came back to earth with a jolt and promptly let go of the headboard as if his son had read his mind.
“What are you doing in here?” Todd asked.
Rubbing his sweaty palms on his knees, he looked up. “Just thinking,” he said.
“I should get rid of this furniture.”
“Isn’t this your old bed frame?”
“It is. But I don’t need it now since I bought a new bed. It’s taking up space. I’d like to do something else with this room, maybe use it as an office.”
“The brass reminds me of Mom.”
“She did have a thing for it—anything shiny.”
“Like a crow.”
“Yep.” He shot Todd a wry smile.
“I checked. Charles didn’t return last night.”
“He will, son.”
“I hope so.”
He rose from the bed and patted Todd’s shoulder. “He will.”
“I thought I’d visit Mark and then maybe pick up a few movies and a case of beer for tonight.”
“I’ll be back later.” Todd hung onto the doorframe, his fingers tapping it like a snare drum. “Is there anything else you need from town while I’m there?”
“No, son.” He grinned cheerfully. “The movies and beer will be enough.”
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Also by Blak Rayne
The Ideal Side of Love
The Ideal Side of Life
Older the Better
Tease to Please (multiple authors)
Put Your Ho Ho’s On (multiple authors)
Kiss the Reaper
Jack the Anthropophagite
Embrace the Reaper
The Reaper Complete Series
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