Paranormal Erotica
Date Published: May 2011
Synopsis:
Two men, one secret…a brand new life…
Abandoned to the streets of London as a teenager by homophobic parents, Tamir is rescued by the one person he needs to survive what he is. Vidar is a rich man, happy to offer the suicidal young man a sanctuary where no one can touch him.
Or so they think.
There is something different about Vidar, something that could mean trouble—or death—for both of them. Vidar is harbouring a secret that could destroy both them, and the world of safe havens they’ve created.
But flourishing in a love born of blood, suicide, hate and abandonment, will Tamir and Vidar’s relationship last across their forced separation? Or will their fierce dependency, when combined with the uncontrollable split, send them rocketing on a path that will lead only to their deaths?
Excerpt:
Pain
reached his brain again, and he realised that he'd cut even deeper than before;
he could feel the blade scraping against the bone, his arm almost numb now. His
hand was dead, the feeling completely gone.
Review:
A
lonely life:
Two
lives in torment:
When the external evil reigns:
"You should always, ALWAYS, be yourself"
The story brings a M/M very cute story. Vidar and Tamir were destined to be together and have had to fight for it. The hatred and mistrust seemed always tomhaunt them through the harsh words of family. But the end shows the strength of their feelings.
I enjoyed the characters but thought the pace of the story too fast. Their romance could have been better explored, and not only give so much emphasis to the sex scenes.
Still reading flows well and brings a positive message.
3.5 stars.
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Paranormal Erotica
Date Published: May 2011
Synopsis:
Two men, one secret…a brand new life…
Abandoned to the streets of London as a teenager by homophobic parents, Tamir is rescued by the one person he needs to survive what he is. Vidar is a rich man, happy to offer the suicidal young man a sanctuary where no one can touch him.
Or so they think.
There is something different about Vidar, something that could mean trouble—or death—for both of them. Vidar is harbouring a secret that could destroy both them, and the world of safe havens they’ve created.
But flourishing in a love born of blood, suicide, hate and abandonment, will Tamir and Vidar’s relationship last across their forced separation? Or will their fierce dependency, when combined with the uncontrollable split, send them rocketing on a path that will lead only to their deaths?
Excerpt:
Pain
reached his brain again, and he realised that he'd cut even deeper than before;
he could feel the blade scraping against the bone, his arm almost numb now. His
hand was dead, the feeling completely gone.
"What
are you doing?" a voice, kinder than the others asked, creeping into his
mind as the thunder grew quieter, the wind silently plucking at his clothes,
sending chills up his back. "You silly man. Come with me. I'll take care
of you." A hand rested on the stone railing beside him.
"No,"
he murmured, holding the blade in his suddenly-weak left hand, ready to slice
into his right arm again. "No, let me die, please... let me die..."
He twisted away from the person, trying to avoid him, but he no longer had the
strength.
Darkness
crowded in on him, and he fell from the railing. With nothing but twelve
storeys of open air between him and the ground, the blood and rain streaked
over his body, as the blade sliced deep into his thigh. He fell, tumbling past
the windows of the building...
There
was a flapping sound, and something dragged his body back, back to the safety
of the building. Tamir collapsed, lying, dying, on the floor. The older man,
blond-haired and serious, licked at the blood on the dying man's arm, moaning
as the blood touched his tongue. A gel-like substance from his lips soothed the
cuts and stopped the bleeding, clotting it and acting like an instant scab.
But
blood still pooled with the rain on the dry floor. After a second, the older
man noticed the gash in the young man's thigh, the red liquid oozing slowly
onto the stone floor.
"You
silly sod," the man murmured, then hesitated. Slowly, watching the young
man's unconscious face, he licked the blood from the gash, the taste seducing
him almost instantly.
Forgetting
about the blood the young man had already lost, the man licked at the wound,
drawing still more blood from Tamir's dying body. After a few minutes, he
pressed his lips to the gash. What had been an open sore was now sealed shut
with more of the gel-like substance, holding what remained of the young man's
blood in his body.
"Beautiful,"
the older man murmured, running a hand over the pale skin of the unconscious
young man's stomach, showing above his jeans. "Delicious."
Tamir's
stomach twitched, and the young man's head rolled towards his rescuer, though
he did not wake. The man sighed, then started as the thunder sounded off
alongside a flash of lightning. He licked his lips, allowing himself one more
taste of the young man, and leaned back.
"So
young," he murmured, pressing his fingertips to his lips gently. "So
delicious. So alone, so unwanted." He smiled. "I will look after you,
cica." He ran his long fingers
through the young man's black hair, frowning at the tangles. His fingers graced
the young man's cheek, making Tamir roll away from him slightly. The tall man stared at his
bared neck, visibly holding himself back.
"You
will be good," he murmured, lifting the young man up into his arms as
though he weighed nothing. "I need a young man like you to keep me...
straight..."
The
man turned. Within a couple of seconds, all that remained of him was the
flapping of his dark cloak. Lightning flashed, and he was gone from the
towering building, the young man along with him.
Review:
A
lonely life:
Since
it was revealed gay to his family, Tamir suffered all kinds of humiliation.
Tired of so much suffering and loneliness, he decides to take his own life,
when it is found near death by one unknown, blond man who does more than just
save his life.
Two
lives in torment:
Because
of his immortal condition, Vidar had no company for a long time, except for
their employees. When you find one handsome young man attempting suicide, he
only thinks about how his life was now complete, as soon as he taught the young
man the ways of pleasure.
When the external evil reigns:
What Vidar
and Tamir did not expect was that one year after they are together, the
external hatred would separate them. Even having been rejected by his family,
Tamir was being sought as if it had been hijacked. The two met in the most
extreme situations and only love could keep them standing.
"You should always, ALWAYS, be yourself"
I enjoyed the characters but thought the pace of the story too fast. Their romance could have been better explored, and not only give so much emphasis to the sex scenes.
Still reading flows well and brings a positive message.
3.5 stars.
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