Devil Did Grin (MM)

Gods of Chaos 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,143
66 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, gods]

A top male model, Rayne Everest lived a life anyone would envy. Letting his arrogance get away from him and slapping one of the nine Gods of Chaos probably wasn’t his smartest move. His beauty and wealth taken from him, he’s dumped on the streets with no idea how to survive on his own, and only thirty days to learn his lesson.

When Dante Luca finds him hiding on a construction site, Rayne only intended to use the big Italian for a place to stay and food in his belly. When he finds himself falling hard, he’s faced with a whole new set of problems, though. He doesn’t intend to give up his luxurious lifestyle—a life Dante wants nothing to do with. Rayne has never had so much to lose, but how will he choose between the man he loves and the life he desires?

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Devil Did Grin (MM)
66 Ratings (4.5)

Devil Did Grin (MM)

Gods of Chaos 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,143
66 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Very good series. Nice twist with the sin spin. Loved it. Can't wait for the rest to come. :-)
Nice payback and good ending to the story!!
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5 STARS: "Who let the Gods out? This unique re-telling of Beauty and the Beast a-la Beastly style was a fabulous, fun read. This is the first in the Gods of Chaos series and what a great beginning. What happens when you insult one of the nine Gods of Chaos??? He bitch slaps you! Learn your lesson, get your life back, if you don't then you are S.O.L. Rayne Everest has it all; good looks, money and fame, and the arrogance that goes with it. When he slaps Gordost, one of the Gods of chaos, he has messed with the wrong God. He awakens to find that everything has been taken from him, he has no money, and his good looks are gone, he feels like has world has ended. Dante Luca is a hard working blue collar owner of a construction company. When he finds Rayne squatting in one of his houses, beat up and hungry, he shows compassion that Rayne has no concept of and takes the smaller man home with him. Dante doesn't know where this protective streak towards Rayne came from but he can't just turn his back on him. With a God, a jealous foreman, and time against them, things don't look good for Rayne and Dante. I have to say I was surprised by how much fun this book was to read. There is quite a bit of humor that I wasn't expecting. Rayne Everest should have been one of those characters that are easy to dislike and you feel that he is getting what is coming to him. But as you get further into the story, Rayne's vulnerability really comes to light. It makes understanding his actions in the beginning a little easier and makes him a much more sympathetic character. Dante has to be the nicest guy in the world. He is the perfect man to show Rayne that you don't need all of the material things to make you happy. There is a couple of troublemaking secondary characters that added drama to the story but I think they are going to get theirs in the end. There are also several twists, turns and surprises that made the story very entertaining. If the rest of the stories are anything like this first one, I say, let Chaos reign. If you like hot sex in the cold rain, interfering Gods and stories of second chances then you need to pick up DEVIL DID GRIN." -- Tyra Berger, The Romance Reviews

4.5 NYMPHS: "Devil Did Grin is the first release in the new series Gods of Chaos by Gabrielle Evans. This well written, fun and entertaining book is the first by this author for me and if the quality of the writing here is any indication, if won't be my last. The premise of this story…the nine gods of chaos…is both creative and unusual and it grabbed my interest immediately. The idea your life could change on the whim of a prickly unknown god is shocking, which makes for a great concept. Rayne isn't a nice guy in the beginning but that quickly changes once he's reunited with warm and kindhearted Dante. The connection between them is strong, despite the unpleasant and painful conflict that arises from a couple of Dante's jealous co-workers and these scenes, and the varying intensity of emotions/actions, are handled well by the author. It shows how Rayne and Dante's depth of feelings has changed in a very short time, and Ms. Evans gives enough personal background between them to make their quick partnership believable. At the ending, the two men causing trouble are handled with flair (twist alert here) and a chuckle, and I can't wait to see what happens in the next release." -- Dragon Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

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Showered, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes, Rayne sat on the sofa in the den, brushing out his wet hair. “So, what do we do?”

“You’re asking me?” Dante slammed his beer bottle on the bar in the corner, startling Rayne and causing him to jump.

“Well, I don’t have any ideas, and I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.” He went back to brushing his hair.

“What’s wrong with the way you are?”

“Just look at me!” Rayne waved his arms around in agitation, hissing when a sharp pain shot through his bruised ribs. Tossing his hairbrush on the cushion beside him, he dropped his face into his hands and sighed.

“I think you look sexy as hell.”

Rayne’s head snapped up, and he stared at Dante in shock. Was the man teasing him? Maybe he’d had too much to drink. He had a nice little collection of empty beer bottles piling up on the bar. “You’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.” Dante surveyed the bottle in his hand and shrugged. “Much. Still think you’re hot.” He hiccupped cutely, and Rayne had to turn his head to hide his smile.

“Are you laughing at me?” Dante hiccupped again.

Rayne kept his face turned away and fought not to laugh out loud. “Nope. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Whatever.” Waving a hand in front of his face, Dante staggered forward, almost tripping over his own feet. “I’m going to bed.” He took another step and crumbled to the floor, laughing like a loon. “Okay, I’ll sleep here,” he said around a giggle.

Rayne couldn’t hold it any longer. He threw his head back, laughing until his ribs ached and his stomach cramped as he gasped for breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed like this. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever laughed like this.

Listening to the big, muscled, beefy Italian giggling like a little girl was too cute. Making his way over to his old friend, Rayne knelt beside him and grinned. “You are an idiot. Let me help you.”

“S’ good. I’ll jus’ here…yeah.”

Rayne snorted. “Come on, ya big lush. You’re so going to hate yourself in the morning.” Taking Dante’s hand, he rose to stand over him and pulled. “Son of a bitch!” His ribs protested, screaming at him for being a moron.

He yelped when Dante’s fingers squeezed his hand and jerked him down on top of a solid chest. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Dante reached up to cup his cheek, the smile slipping from his mouth as he stared into Rayne’s eyes. Rayne stared back, completely mesmerized, everything in the room fading away but the man beneath him.

“So beautiful,” Dante whispered, slurring the words only a little.

His fingers slid through Rayne’s hair, sliding around to palm the back of his head, and pulled him forward with gentle pressure. It never crossed Rayne’s mind to resist. How many nights had he spent alone in the orphanage, fantasizing about the man? How many times had he imagined them in this same position?

“You’re drunk,” Rayne repeated, but his tone held little conviction.

“Not that drunk.” Then Dante pressed their mouths together, his tongue slipping over the crease of Rayne’s lips, tickling and teasing, coaxing them open.

Parting his lips and darting his tongue out to meet Dante’s, Rayne moaned softly into his mouth, loving the feel of the wet tongue, and the slightly bitter taste of beer. God, the man was so sexy, so warm, so…so asleep.

Rayne felt the man’s mouth go slack beneath his just before Dante’s head dropped back to the floor with a loud thud. Groaning, he dropped his brow to Date’s chest, rolling it back and forth as he started to chuckle.

Who the hell just passed out while kissing someone?




Rayne buried his face in Dante’s neck, licking and nibbling as he humped against him. “No more talking.”

More than happy to comply, Dante set to work, undoing Rayne’s jeans and lifting him to glide them down his narrow hips.

Rayne hissed when his flushed skin met the cool granite, but didn’t pause in his assault on Dante’s senses. Running his hands down Dante’s midsection, his fingers found their mark, gripping his cock through his pants and squeezing. “Lose ’em, big guy.”

“Bossy little brat.” Dante chuckled, leaning back to allow Rayne more access to divest him of his jeans.

Rayne fumbled with the button for a minute before he dropped his forehead to Dante’s chest and groaned. “No condoms. No slick. I hate you.”

Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Dante dug into his pocket and pulled out a little foil packet and a travel-sized bottle of lube. Tapping Rayne’s shoulder, he held up his offerings and winked.

“You planned this,” Rayne accused.

“You bet your sexy ass I did.”


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 Maybe he should be more upset, but Rayne only felt relief that his lover had come prepared. He finally had Dante Luca stripped bare, needy, wanting, and all for him. It may have been the heat of the moment, but Dante said he wouldn’t leave him again. Rayne intended to give the man a reason to hold on with both hands.

Unzipping his lover’s pants, Rayne pushed the denim down his massive thighs until Dante’s leaking cock sprang free, bobbing and straining, begging for his touch. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length, glorying in the heated flesh in his hand, and stroked lightly, lovingly. “I want you in me.”

Dante growled, gripping Rayne’s hips in a bruising grip and dragging him forward until his ass hung off the edge of the counter. He cupped Rayne’s ass, groping and spreading his cheeks, as his lips descended to lay siege to Rayne’s mouth once again.

Reaching out blindly, Rayne slapped at the granite until his fingers encountered the little foil packet. Jerking away from Dante’s plundering tongue, he ripped the envelope open with his teeth and set to work, encasing his lover’s beautiful prick inside the slick latex.

Catching on to his urgency, Dante snatched up the bottle of lube, popped the cap, and dribbled a generous amount into his palm. He coated his shaft quickly, wrapping one arm around Rayne’s waist and holding him tightly. Licking and sucking along the sensitive skin of Rayne’s collarbones, Dante skimmed his crease, easily parting his rounded globes to caress Rayne’s clenching hole.

Moaning and panting, Rayne pushed against the digits, desperately needing them inside him. Dante continued to tease, ringing the muscles, pushing against them, but never entering.

“Please, Dante.”

He could feel the man’s lips turn up in a smile against his neck just as one thick finger pushed inside his hungry ass. “Yes,” he hissed, arching his hips and dropping his head back on his shoulders. “More.”

“Shh, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Dante’s finger pumped in and out of him, setting his nerve endings sizzling and his desire to boiling. A second finger eased in beside the first, stretching him and leaving him craving more. Rayne wrapped his arms around Dante’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as lightning zipped up his spine and spread to his shaking limbs.

His throbbing cock jutted between them, rubbing against Dante’s rigid abs as he rocked himself against his lover. “Now. Please, Dante. I need you, now.”

“One more, baby. Just one more.” Dante kissed his lips, his eyes half-lidded and blazing with desire. Three fingers breached Rayne’s entrance, sawing in and out, then curling to brush over his prostate.

He cried out, grasping at Dante’s sweat-dampened shoulders as his balls tightened and pre-cum seeped from the engorged head of his cock. Then Dante’s fingers disappeared, swiftly replaced by the blunt tip of his swollen erection.

“Ready, baby?”

He had only one answer to give. “Yes.” Rayne hissed at the slight burn as Dante slid home, sheathing himself to the root. They each held perfectly still, giving Rayne a chance to adjust to the large phallus filling his channel.

When the burn began to dissipate, he slapped Dante on the hip and rocked forward. “Fuck me.”

“Bossy.” Dante’s chuckled turned to a strangled moan as Rayne tightened his inner muscles and jerked his hips, fucking himself on his lover’s cock. “Oh shit,” Dante panted. “Holy hell, you’re tight.”

“Can’t last.” The need to come already overwhelmed him, the pressure building in his balls until Rayne felt he’d explode at any second.

Grunting in apparent agreement, Dante’s hips snapped forward as both arms wound around Rayne’s back, jerking him forward to meet every punishing thrust. He loved it. He needed it. He begged for more.

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