Hard As Stone - Book One of the SoulShares Series

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 73,000
1 Ratings (1.0)

What can I say…Rory Ni Coileain combines male hotness and a fabulous sense of the unknown in her SoulShares series. I eagerly await every new release. Talk about being a page turner..” - Susan Mac Nicol, international best-selling author of Saving Alexander and Worth Keeping Tiernan Guaire was exiled from the Fae Realm a century and a half ago for his brother’s murder. His soul torn in half, he lives by his vows — never to trust, never to love. And if he can only be whole by finding and loving the human with the other half of his soul? He’s content to live broken and half-souled. Kevin Almstead’s future, the career he’s worked for as long as he can remember, has been taken away by a vote of the partners at his law firm. Chance brings him to Purgatory, the hottest all-male nightclub in Washington, D.C., to a meeting with a Fae, with long blond hair, ice-blue eyes, and a smile promising pleasures he’s never dreamed of. But there’s no such thing as chance. But Tiernan isn’t the only one to find Kevin in Purgatory. The most ancient enemy of the Fae race sees in the handsome lawyer a way to destroy the world from which it, too, was exiled. And only the strength of a true SoulShare bond can keep it from what it seeks. Nominee for the Best Debut Novel and Best Gay Erotic Romance, 2012 Rainbow Awards; Finalist, Best Erotica, 2012 Preditors & Editors Readers Poll

Hard As Stone - Book One of the SoulShares Series
1 Ratings (1.0)

Hard As Stone - Book One of the SoulShares Series

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 73,000
1 Ratings (1.0)
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“You don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”
“And I suppose you do?” His voice came out gruff, harsh; the air thrummed around the two of them, tingling with a dark electricity.
The blond chuckled, a sound like warm honey. “You’re buttoned down tight, lanan. And you came in here because…”
Shit.
“Secretly, you want someone…”
Damn, damn, DAMN…
“Someone like me…”
Long thick blond hair. Black leather jacket, gleaming with a sheen like melted butter in the flickering light from the bar. White muscle shirt. Jeans first painted on and then sliced half off. God damn.
“…to unbutton you.”
Get up. Walk away. The voice in his head was calm, level, reasonable. This isn’t for you. He isn’t for you.
Yeah, the voice was reasonable. And it was the voice of the miserable bastard who’d never dared to want anything for himself in his life.
“I don’t even know your name.” The hoarse whisper was a surrender, and they both knew it.
The blond leaned in and kissed him gently. “Tiernan Guaire. You don’t have to tell me yours if you don’t want to. Although I’ll own it, I’d like to be able to scream it as I come.”
Kevin’s eyes closed, almost in pain. Almost. “Kevin. Kevin Almstead.” Esquire, he nearly added, like an idiot.
Another kiss brought his eyes open, to meet the haunting blue gaze, alive with a promise of pleasure. “Kevin.” Tiernan’s teeth caught gently at his lower lip, tugged.

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