Race the Sun (MM)

Enchanted 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 55,671
13 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, sex toys, HEA]

The only thing Jade Blevins has ever been good at is hustling pool tables. He never saw it as a life-changing sport, until he wins a gold bottle in a local bar—along with the ancient warrior inside. Now, he has ninety days to free the gorgeous Thessalian—or find a way to let him go forever.

Archias of Thessaly has spent three millennia imprisoned inside the glass urn. Once a great Myrmidon soldier, he is now little more than a glorified genie, cursed to spend eternity granting others happiness, and never finding a love of his own. Jade is unlike anyone he’s ever met, though, and he can’t help but hope for the impossible.

Only a wish of selfless love can set him free, but when his previous master turns his undeniable charms on Jade, Archias fears he may be doomed to an eternity of darkness.

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Gabrielle Evans is a Siren-exclusive author.

Race the Sun (MM)
13 Ratings (4.8)

Race the Sun (MM)

Enchanted 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 55,671
13 Ratings (4.8)
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Cover Art by Sloan Winters



Lost in thoughts of his grandfather, Jade didn’t immediately notice the coughing and sputtering coming from his beloved truck. His speed slowed, the vehicle lurched and shuddered, and he had just enough time to pull to the side of the country road before it gave one final gurgle and took its last breath.

“No, no, no!” Jade thumped his palm against the steering wheel and groaned pathetically. The thing had been on its last lug nut for months, but he’d stubbornly held on, refusing to let go.

Perhaps he could have the old girl fixed up—rebuild the engine, maybe add a new coat of paint. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money, but it would take time, and he’d need something to drive until she was roadworthy again. Right then, in fact, would be a good time since he still had another four miles before he reached his destination.

He should have fixed the damn thing months ago, but one game had led to another tournament, and time had just slipped away from him. If he hadn’t been so damn greedy, he wouldn’t be sitting on the side of the road, cold and stranded in the middle of nowhere.

“Wish I’d have fixed the fucker when I had the chance,” he grumbled miserably as he dropped his forehead to the steering wheel.

A soft light, viewed from the corner of his eye, caught his attention. Jade thought he’d imagined it at first, but the glow continued to grow brighter, illuminating the interior of the cab. Rolling his brow on the wheel, he turned just his head toward the passenger seat and frowned.

His newest acquisition, the little glass bottle, glimmered, shining with an amber light as if someone had lit a fire inside. Reaching out tentatively, Jade wrapped his fingers around the bottle, surprised to find it warm.

Lifting it from the seat, he inspected the glass closely, confused by the light flickering inside like a thousand fireflies. Closing one eye, he tilted the opening toward his other, peering into the depths. The light was definitely there, but he couldn’t figure out what the hell was causing it.

“Shit!” Jade dropped the bottle to the seat and shook his hand when the glass heated to the point that it actually burned him. “What the hell?”

Rings of silver steam looped and spiraled from the opening, not smoke, not mist, but something in between that he couldn’t name. Fearing an explosion which would result in hot, broken shards of glass flying at his face, Jade inched backward and reached behind him to fumble with the door handle.

As he watched, the bottle began to vibrate, jumping and bouncing in the seat on its side. Just as quickly as it had started, the movement stopped, and Jade let out a relieved breath. Then without warning, the bottle suddenly popped upright.

“Holy shit.” Jerking on the handle, Jade managed to fling the door open and roll from the vehicle, almost falling on his ass in his hasty retreat.

The bottle bumped and jiggled, shimmying across the seat until it fell out of the cab after him. Landing on the gravel road still vertical, it clinked against the small pebbles, spinning slowly at first but picking up speed.

Jade stood motionless, his eyes riveted on the unbelievable show in front of him. Fast and faster, the bottle spun until it was nothing more than a blur. Then just like in the pickup, it came to a complete and sudden stop, and the light faded until it vanished as though it had never been there.

Tilting his head to the side in curiosity, Jade inched forward a step, then two, moving cautiously, but strangely eager to see what would happen next. Halfway through his third step, a huge cloud of silver smoke erupted from the top of the bottle, billowing around him with a slightly sweet smell.

Jade waved his hand around him to clear the air as he turned his head to the side and coughed. When he could finally see once more, the sight that met his eyes forced him to move away so quickly he actually did fall on his ass.

The biggest man he had ever seen stood beside his rusted old pickup, mere inches from the crazy bottle. The stranger had to be at least seven feet tall, probably more, and Jade leaned his head back to peer up into the guy’s face.

He couldn’t be real. No way could he be real. He looked like a Greek sculpture come to life, deliciously naked and all. Muscles on top of muscles bulged and strained as the hallucination crossed his arms over his chest, stretching his creamy caramel skin taut. The moonlight ghosted off his long hair—silvery, silky-looking strands that fell down his back to his hips—giving the illusion that it was glowing in the pale beams.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jade demanded. His voice cracked twice with fear.

“You summoned me,” the man replied in a subtle accent.

“I did what? Where the hell did you come from?” Jade scrambled back a little further, crab walking toward the middle of the road and wincing when the gravel dug into his palms.

The stranger looked from the bottle and back to Jade. “You summoned me,” he repeated. His body language, the slight sneer on his soft mouth, made it clear his summons had been unwelcome.

“I didn’t summon anyone.” Two large, crazy men in one night was too much, and Jade was ready to get back to the land of the sane.




“Good answer,” Jade praised around his grin. His grip tightened on the swollen length in his hand, and he stroked Archias slowly, rewarding him.

The low growl that rumbled through his soon-to-be lover’s chest was sexy and dangerous, causing Jade’s cock to jump and leak clear drops of pre-cum over Archias’s rippled stomach. As much as he wanted the stunning man beneath him, he wanted this first time together to be perfect for the warrior.

Sliding down Archias’s massive thighs, Jade lowered himself to the tiled floor, kneeling between the man’s knees. Hot damn! The cock in his hand looked good enough to eat—long, thick, engorged, and weeping, with blue veins that ran along the impressive shaft, pulsing with the giant’s rapid heartbeat.

“What about your friend?” Archias asked uncertainly, but he made no move to stop Jade.

His heart tried to crawl up through his throat, and Jade fought back the nausea roiling in his stomach. His worst fear had come to life. Emery had been spending more and more time around Jade’s place, and while he hadn’t caught any indication that Archias wanted the guy in that way, he should have seen it coming.

Archias obviously wanted him if the throbbing dick in his hand was any indication. Perhaps he was hoping for a threesome. Either way, it didn’t matter. Jade had no desire to share, and the thought of watching his big Greek and his best friend together wasn’t as hot as it should have been.

For a moment he had hoped, just this once…

“I’ll get him.” He had no claim on the man, and he couldn’t be selfish with Archias. If this is what his genie wanted, well, Jade had no right to deny him. Still, his throat burned, and the bitter taste of disappointment settled over his tongue.

Bracing his hands on Archias’s thighs, he attempted to push to his feet, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “I do not want Emery,” Archias said vehemently. “I did not want him to walk in and find us in a compromising position.”

Relief washed over him, and Jade’s heart slowly descended to where it should be, picking up in rhythm once again. “I don’t care.” To emphasize his point, he fisted the base of Archias’s cock and dove forward, wrapping his lips around the dripping crown.

Archias groaned, and his hips jerked, pushing his dick to the back of Jade’s throat. Easing off to keep from choking, he worked the slippery shaft like a pro, moaning around the turgid flesh like a ten-dollar whore.

Squeezing and stroking the base with his fist, he lavished attention on the crown, drawing wet circles around the spongy tip with his tongue. Using his shoulders to spread Archias’s legs wider, he cupped the man’s heavy sac, applying a gentle pressure to his balls.

Tightening his fist and hollowing his cheeks, he applied every trick he’d ever learned. Within minutes, he was rewarded by a guttural cry that echoed around the kitchen as hot, sticky semen bathed his tongue and slid down his throat.

It had to be the shortest blow job in history, but also the most satisfying. Jade preened just a little as he licked the man clean, thrilled that he’d been able to make the huge warrior lose control so quickly.

Muscled arms lifted him from the floor, and Archias’s still-hard cock slid from his lips with a naughty pop. He was placed back into his lover’s lap, and Archias’s fingers looped around the back of his neck, jerking him into a devouring kiss as he explored his mouth hungrily, roughly. A warm, firm grip wrapped around his straining cock, stroking him in a possessive way. His blood boiled with desire, and his need escalated until it clawed at him like a physical being.

Moaning into Archias’s mouth, Jade reached out blindly to find something to tether him to the earth when his head began to spin. His balls drew tight to his body, sweat beaded across his skin, and electricity rocketed down his spine to pool and burn in his sac.

“Come for me, my draga,” Archias demanded hoarsely. His lips skimmed down the column of Jade’s throat, and he bit roughly at the sensitive skin between neck and shoulder. “Let me feel your pleasure. Let me burn with it.”

No one had ever spoken to him in such a way. Not once could he remember being with a man so eager to please him. The raspy, commanding quality of Archias’s voice was a powerful aphrodisiac, and the desire blazing in his eyes tilted Jade’s world on its axis.



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