Perfect Timing (MM)

Professional Reviews

5 NYMPHS: "Vampire Valentin Alekseev stopped to rest at a tavern, miles away from his homeland, hoping he can stay ahead of his pursuers, intent on killing him. Valentin is the only survivor from his Russian coven. When cat-shifter Shawn Dougal walks into the tavern, he is immediately drawn to the scent of his mate. Valentin and Shawn are both surprised to discover that they are destined to be together. Perfect Timing is a fascinating action packed comical romance of two unlikely paranormals mated. However, the plot illustrates the increased survival benefits of their union. Valentin has been poisoned from drinking tainted blood, unable to feed; Valentin is slowly starving to death. Valentin soon discovered he can tolerate Shawn’s blood plus gain loss strength. Valentin still retains some of his powers which are a benefit during several deadly attacks on them both. Valentin has lost some of his ability to scent different species; Shawn is a great scent tracker. Valentin is a bit of a romantic as well as easily hurt by negative words. Shawn has a touch of a snarky attitude mostly due to his bewilderment of being mated to a male vampire. Shawn was never attracted to men prior to meeting Valentin. There are a couple of brief intimate scenes, although the main focus of the plot is dramatic action rather than detailed lovemaking. Aimée Brissay’s Perfect Timing is a thrilling and enjoyable happy-for-now saga with enough of an open ending to continue Valentin and Shawn’s exciting adventures." -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

“What now, fang boy?”

They were sitting next to the boulders, the tarp at Shawn’s feet. Valentin was halfway buried in the cone formed by the rocks, and he had to extricate himself to answer. Shawn waited patiently, enjoying the sight offered by the vampire on his knees with his ass in the air. At least this time he didn’t panic when he realized where his thoughts were heading.

“It has good ventilation so it would do its job. It’s big enough to shove both bodies and the all the extra parts. And it’s mostly dry. Give me a hand.” Valentin made quick work of untying the knot and grabbed the closest corpse. It was so dry it crumpled under his touch with the nauseating sounds of gravel being stepped onto.

“Man, that’s gross.”

Shawn grunted under his breath, but moved forward to offer a hand. When everything was finally stuck under the stone cone, Valentin was bouncing like a kid at Christmas.

“How old are you? Twelve?”

“What? I’m just enjoying a job well done.”

“Well done? It will be done when these babies are ashes.”

“Good point. Hand me a match.”

Shawn turned a shocked look at Valentin. “We came all the way here, climbed down over six hundred feet on wet grass, all the while carrying that…”—he shoved his hands toward the bodies—“…with the intention of burning them, and you didn’t think to bring matches?” Shawn’s voice, at first just above a whisper, was now a full blown shout.

“Shhht! Quiet down. You’ll draw attention,” Valentin chided. “It’s not like you thought to bring any matches.” He rested his fist on his hips in a challenging pose and he scowled at the shifter. “Or did you?”

“Nope. Not a single one. I thought you things under control.” Shawn glanced at the vampire to find him worrying his lower lip, looking aghast. “Don’t you have some magic trick up your sleeve to make them burst into flames? We don’t need flames, I’m sure some sparks would do.” He couldn’t help teasing.

 “You could rub two stick together. I’ve heard it works.”

“Why me?”

“Because you seem to be the type?”

“What type?” The little shit!

“The woodsy kind of guy.” At Shawn’s glare the vampire just rolled his eyes. “You are a shifter. If there is someone who knows about the great outdoors and running with the wolves it’s gotta be you.”

Shawn took two steps forward, crowding the vampire’s personal space, arms crossed over his chest, brows furrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. A rabid dog would have had second thoughts about taking him on. Valentin chuckled. The therian should have been used to challenges of all kinds, he’d lived within a pride his entire life, but never had he reacted so strongly to anyone.

“Let me explain to you, wiseass. I am a jaguar, not a wolf. I do not run with the wolves. I hunt alone, and if not, I run with other cats, not dogs. And just because I am a shifter that doesn’t automatically means I know what to do in the wild. I don’t go camping, I don’t know how to make a fire or how to set up a tent for that matter. I pick up the scent of the prey and I hunt it down. End of story.”

“Okay, okay, point taken. What do you suggest we do now? Go back to the truck and search for matches?”

“Nope. Once again, the cat saves the day.”

“Once again? Oh, get over yourself.”

“Do you want this done or not?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“Watch and learn, pretty boy.”

Adult Excerpt

Shawn kissed him again, just as soft, taking his time. Valentin clutched the therian’s shoulders, taking in the taste and unique scent of his lover. Their tongues brushed against each other in slow, sensual movements. The shifter flushed their bodies together, deepening the kiss. Shawn threaded his fingers through Valentin’s hair, tilting back his head, exposing his throat. His lips found the soft spot under the vampire’s ear and nipped the tender flesh.

“So responsive.” Whispered words, hot breath against his skin. Valentin whimpered. Oh God, just how pathetic can I be? And yet he couldn’t stop himself. It felt so good. He was so hard the zipper had to be forever imprinted on his cock.

“One more thing.” Shawn was even closer, raining kisses over the vampire’s right cheek. Valentin trembled again and pressed his hands against his lover’s chest to keep his balance. “May I have you?”

The man was no doubt trying to kill him. “Yessss. Now! You can have me now.”

Shawn curled his forefinger under Valentin’s chin, lifting his face toward his, and brought their mouths together once more. The kiss was slow, a gentle brushing of lips, soft and warm. There was no rushing, no pressure. The sweetest kiss ever. The vampire clenched one fist in the cat’s T-shirt and wrapped the other hand around his neck, pulling him closer. He whimpered again, oh yeah, how manly of me, and clutched the shifter closer. His senses went into overload, the taste of the man, his scent, the hard ridge pressed against his own, the blood pounding so close to the skin, everything heightening his need, his hunger for the man, for this man.

Valentin moaned, a low, needy sound, and the shifter answered with one of his own. He tried to get closer to Shawn, wanting the contact more than anything. He could feel the man’s need, and it just made him crave more.

“Oh, God.”

Clothes melted from their bodies, hands roaming freely over heated skin, lips and tongues following in their wake. Valentin gave up any semblance of control and surrendered himself to Shawn’s ministrations.

* * * *

Shawn felt like a kid at Christmas. Every inch of porcelain skin he was exposing increased the joy of discovery, each caress of his fingers over hot flesh sent jolts of excitements throughout his body.

He lifted Valentin off his feet and carried him to the bed, placing him gently on top of the comforter. The vampire was warm and pliant and fit perfectly underneath him.

Shawn was aroused beyond his wildest dreams, cock throbbing painfully, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to hurry. He licked his way down that lean chest, pausing to nip the nipples, feeling them hardening under his tongue. He teased the buds until he had the vampire squirming.

He slid lower down his mate's body and sneaked his tongue inside the belly button, drawing out a giggle from Valentin. The therian licked lower until he reached the band of the vampire’s jeans and stopped, unsure of what his next move should be. The vampire threaded his fingers through Shawn’s hair, whimpering.

Shawn grinned devilishly and snapped the button open. The mouthwatering aroma of Valentin’s arousal filled the air, and all the doubts the shifter had flew out the window. He lowered the zipper, careful not to hurt his lover, and pushed the cloth away, eyes glued to the cock in front of him. Pants suddenly in his way, he tugged at them, almost tearing the fabric in the process, and threw them across the room.

Shawn’s hand wrapped around Valentin’s length and his tongue peaked out to tentatively touch the head. The skin was hot and smooth, and he wanted more. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, just under it, drawing a whimper out of the exquisite man. He licked the head, gently probing the slit, and the vampire’s hips almost shot off the bed.  

“So responsive.”