The sex is hot, the twists in the plot are shattering and exciting to follow, the characters are wonderful, and it is so easy to fall in love with them. --USA Today, Happy Ever After
In Stone Cold, the eighth title in the Rainbow-Award-nominated M/M paranormal Soulshares series, Maelduin Guaire is a Fae with a mission. An obsession, really. He’s trained his entire life to become the greatest scian-damhsa, blade-dancer, the Fae have ever known, for the sole purpose of killing the blade-dancer who murdered his father and gave House Guaire its reputation as the Cursed House. Now he’s followed Tiernan Guaire through the Pattern to the human world, to fulfill his oath or die trying... but the passage has cost him all his skill with a blade.
Terry Miller, Josh LaFontaine’s business partner at the Raging Art-on Tattoo and Piercing Parlor, has the worst luck with men since... well, since ever, as far as he’s concerned. Years ago, he walked out on a great thing with Josh, when Bryce Newhouse offered to play sugar daddy for Terry’s ballet company; then Bryce kicked him to the curb, and Terry ended up relying on big-hearted Josh to help him get back on his feet. And now a too-good-to-be-true stranger has turned up in Terry’s half-built dance studio, with a beautiful sword and a bloody nose.
In order to regain the grace and skill he needs to keep his vow, a Fae cursed with the inability to love must SoulShare with a human convinced that love runs screaming when it sees him coming. All with the Marfach looking over their shoulders. No pressure...
“You okay?” Terry’s voice in his ear was blurry and indistinct, as if the human were not yet fully awake.
Maelduin frowned, looking down at the arm wrapped around his waist, in the sunlight slanting in through the sheer-draped window. He had never awakened in the embrace of another before—no Fae had ever been tempted to spend a night in his bed, not with the reputation of his House and his line, and frankly he had never been tempted to ask any of them to stay.
Yet he liked this sensation. Or at least he thought he did, having so little with which to compare it.
Carefully, he sorted through his available vocabulary. The human language was oddly structured, but between the comments of the bystanders in the underground moving room and his limited conversation with Terry the night before, he hoped he had the words he would need for the task ahead. “I’m okay, yes. Just… hungry.” Hopefully that would explain any untoward sounds he might have made in his sleep.
He definitely liked the way Terry’s laugh felt, where the human was spooned against his back, the opposite of the way they had fallen asleep. The sensation drove away the last clinging tendrils of his nightmare. “Worked up an appetite, did you?”
“I would have to say yes.” Maelduin was surprised to catch himself running his fingertips over the fine hairs on Terry’s forearm. And enjoying doing so.
I am not supposed to be able to enjoy this.
Maybe I don’t care.