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Title: Saving Rafe
Series: Lords of Discord #2
Author: Jocelynn Drake
Publisher: Indie
Release Date: March 6, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 105000
Genre: Romance, paranormal romance
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Synopsis
Rafe Varik
The troublemaker. The risk taker. The
sexy club owner full of wicked promises.
sexy club owner full of wicked promises.
Rafe has devoted his immortal existence
to pleasure and causing mischief.
to pleasure and causing mischief.
The only ones who can depend on him are
his brothers. Of course, that’s very much a Varik thing.
his brothers. Of course, that’s very much a Varik thing.
But when the leader of the Arsenault
clan specifically requests Rafe’s help in tracking down a killer, he can’t say
no.
clan specifically requests Rafe’s help in tracking down a killer, he can’t say
no.
Sure, Rafe claims he’s doing it for his
family. They’ve attracted too many enemies and could use a few allies.
family. They’ve attracted too many enemies and could use a few allies.
That’s not the whole truth, though.
There’s something about Philippe
Arsenault that draws Rafe in. He wants more of Philippe. The vampire leaves him
longing for another second in his presence, another taste of his lips, another
caress of those perfect fingers.
Arsenault that draws Rafe in. He wants more of Philippe. The vampire leaves him
longing for another second in his presence, another taste of his lips, another
caress of those perfect fingers.
Yet when it’s all over, what will become
of Philippe and Rafe? Because Philippe will always be an Arsenault, and Rafe
will always be a Varik.
of Philippe and Rafe? Because Philippe will always be an Arsenault, and Rafe
will always be a Varik.
Saving Rafe is the second book in an MM
paranormal romance series that has vampires, betrayal, annoying brothers,
music, heartbreak, hope, sexy times, and a pair of star-crossed lovers.
paranormal romance series that has vampires, betrayal, annoying brothers,
music, heartbreak, hope, sexy times, and a pair of star-crossed lovers.
Excerpt
From their first meeting at The Gallery,
Philippe found himself drawn to Rafe. Everything about the vampire whispered
temptation. Philippe longed to pin Rafe to the nearest flat surface and make
the most delicious moans rise from those lush parted lips. But more than
feeding and fucking, Rafe whispered of escape and freedom. No more worry and
responsibility beating him down. With Rafe, Philippe would be able to run free
and laugh, enjoy the long life he’d been cursed with.
Philippe found himself drawn to Rafe. Everything about the vampire whispered
temptation. Philippe longed to pin Rafe to the nearest flat surface and make
the most delicious moans rise from those lush parted lips. But more than
feeding and fucking, Rafe whispered of escape and freedom. No more worry and
responsibility beating him down. With Rafe, Philippe would be able to run free
and laugh, enjoy the long life he’d been cursed with.
Jullien had warned him that Rafe didn’t
seem to be appearing at his club as much as he had in the past, but Philippe
wasn’t worried. Lola had spotted the Arsenault pair from where she was leaning
against the bar. If she hadn’t called Rafe already to alert him that the clan
leader was at his club, she would shortly.
seem to be appearing at his club as much as he had in the past, but Philippe
wasn’t worried. Lola had spotted the Arsenault pair from where she was leaning
against the bar. If she hadn’t called Rafe already to alert him that the clan
leader was at his club, she would shortly.
No. There was no need. Rafe was already
there.
there.
The vampire was in the middle of the
dance floor, surrounded by a throng of men and women as they moved to the
pounding beat of the music. A slender blonde pressed tightly to his front, her
long arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, while a muscular man in a shirt that
looked as if it was a second skin was pressed against Rafe’s back.
dance floor, surrounded by a throng of men and women as they moved to the
pounding beat of the music. A slender blonde pressed tightly to his front, her
long arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, while a muscular man in a shirt that
looked as if it was a second skin was pressed against Rafe’s back.
Reaching behind him, Rafe grabbed a
handful of the dancer’s hair and held him in place as Rafe ravaged his mouth.
Even through the writhing crowd of bodies, Philippe could see the man’s left
hand tighten on the vampire.
handful of the dancer’s hair and held him in place as Rafe ravaged his mouth.
Even through the writhing crowd of bodies, Philippe could see the man’s left
hand tighten on the vampire.
Blood shot straight to Philippe’s dick
as he regarded the blatant display of sex and power. His fangs ached to slide
down, but Philippe couldn’t figure out if he wanted to join the sexy threesome
or if he wished to shove both humans away so he could claim Rafe for himself.
Neither of them was a healthy thought or would help his clan, so he shoved away
the flicker of hunger.
as he regarded the blatant display of sex and power. His fangs ached to slide
down, but Philippe couldn’t figure out if he wanted to join the sexy threesome
or if he wished to shove both humans away so he could claim Rafe for himself.
Neither of them was a healthy thought or would help his clan, so he shoved away
the flicker of hunger.
As if he knew what was flitting through
Philippe’s brain, Rafe released his companion and looked directly at Philippe,
a wicked grin growing on his glistening lips. There was the faintest glow in
his sharp blue eyes. It could be blamed on the flashing lights, but Philippe
recognized it for what it was. Hunger. Sharp, sexual hunger.
Philippe’s brain, Rafe released his companion and looked directly at Philippe,
a wicked grin growing on his glistening lips. There was the faintest glow in
his sharp blue eyes. It could be blamed on the flashing lights, but Philippe
recognized it for what it was. Hunger. Sharp, sexual hunger.
Philippe’s breath caught in his throat
and his fucking dick gave another begging throb, urging him to cross the damn
club and grab Rafe, but he kept his feet planted as if they’d been bolted to
the floor.
and his fucking dick gave another begging throb, urging him to cross the damn
club and grab Rafe, but he kept his feet planted as if they’d been bolted to
the floor.
The look passed in just a second; then
Rafe was turning to both people cuddled against him. He said something to each
in their ears before extricating himself and making his way across the club
toward Philippe.
Rafe was turning to both people cuddled against him. He said something to each
in their ears before extricating himself and making his way across the club
toward Philippe.
“Oh, he’s here already,” Jullien
murmured behind him as if he’d just spotted Rafe.
murmured behind him as if he’d just spotted Rafe.
Philippe gave a curt nod, not trusting
himself to speak yet. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself in his slacks,
but he was afraid of Rafe catching the movement as he got closer. Philippe kept
his eyes on Rafe as he smiled and laughed, kissing cheeks of familiar patrons
while he slowly made his way through the crowd. Halfway to Philippe, a vampire
he didn’t recognize whispered in Rafe’s ear while handing him a drink. Rafe’s
smile shrank a millimeter as he accepted the glass.
himself to speak yet. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself in his slacks,
but he was afraid of Rafe catching the movement as he got closer. Philippe kept
his eyes on Rafe as he smiled and laughed, kissing cheeks of familiar patrons
while he slowly made his way through the crowd. Halfway to Philippe, a vampire
he didn’t recognize whispered in Rafe’s ear while handing him a drink. Rafe’s
smile shrank a millimeter as he accepted the glass.
And those electric-blue eyes were on
Philippe as he sipped his dark drink, a wicked smile playing on his lips. God,
Philippe was dying to kiss that smile off his lips.
Philippe as he sipped his dark drink, a wicked smile playing on his lips. God,
Philippe was dying to kiss that smile off his lips.
When Rafe was standing in front of him,
the club owner took a deep breath as if he was scenting the air. Philippe
couldn’t guess what he smelled, but he carefully schooled his face, giving away
nothing but mild amusement.
the club owner took a deep breath as if he was scenting the air. Philippe
couldn’t guess what he smelled, but he carefully schooled his face, giving away
nothing but mild amusement.
“You’ve finally made your way into my
little den of sin,” Rafe said with a laugh.
little den of sin,” Rafe said with a laugh.
“I’ve heard so much about it, Mr. Varik.
I thought I should see it for myself.”
I thought I should see it for myself.”
Rafe’s eyes sparkled with laughter, and
he leaned close so he could speak directly into Philippe’s ear. Behind him,
Jullien stepped forward, bumping Philippe’s shoulder. Philippe immediately
reached back, pressing a restraining hand to Jullien’s stomach. Rafe wasn’t
threatening him. No, the vampire was playing with him, and there was a part of
Philippe dying to play with Rafe.
he leaned close so he could speak directly into Philippe’s ear. Behind him,
Jullien stepped forward, bumping Philippe’s shoulder. Philippe immediately
reached back, pressing a restraining hand to Jullien’s stomach. Rafe wasn’t
threatening him. No, the vampire was playing with him, and there was a part of
Philippe dying to play with Rafe.
“Come now, Philippe. We’re going to be
forming an alliance. We’re practically family. I think you can call me Rafe.”
forming an alliance. We’re practically family. I think you can call me Rafe.”
For a second, Philippe closed his eyes
at Rafe’s rough whisper. It was like the vampire was lightly raking his nails
across all Philippe’s nerve endings, sending the most decadent shiver across
his flesh. There was a whiff of blood and alcohol on Rafe’s breath, enflaming
Philippe’s hunger. He had only to turn his head and he’d be able to capture
Rafe’s sinful mouth in a scorching kiss.
at Rafe’s rough whisper. It was like the vampire was lightly raking his nails
across all Philippe’s nerve endings, sending the most decadent shiver across
his flesh. There was a whiff of blood and alcohol on Rafe’s breath, enflaming
Philippe’s hunger. He had only to turn his head and he’d be able to capture
Rafe’s sinful mouth in a scorching kiss.
But Philippe didn’t let himself move.
Didn’t flinch a single muscle as he fought his own desires to get to the heart
of what Rafe was telling him.
Didn’t flinch a single muscle as he fought his own desires to get to the heart
of what Rafe was telling him.
Philippe’s eyes snapped open, and he
found himself drowning in Rafe’s all-too-perceptive blue eyes. “You’re going to
help me find Piper?”
found himself drowning in Rafe’s all-too-perceptive blue eyes. “You’re going to
help me find Piper?”
Something passed over Rafe’s face for a
second, but Philippe couldn’t describe it. It was gone almost as quickly as it
appeared, and Rafe was smiling his wicked grin again.
second, but Philippe couldn’t describe it. It was gone almost as quickly as it
appeared, and Rafe was smiling his wicked grin again.
“The Variks are happy to help the
Arsenaults,” Rafe said, and they were back to the diplomatic comments.
Arsenaults,” Rafe said, and they were back to the diplomatic comments.
Philippe couldn’t quite stop his
disappointment from showing. He liked the flirty, playful Rafe more. The one
who liked to fan the flames. He didn’t seem the “watch the world burn” type,
but he didn’t mind lighting a few small controlled fires to shake things up.
disappointment from showing. He liked the flirty, playful Rafe more. The one
who liked to fan the flames. He didn’t seem the “watch the world burn” type,
but he didn’t mind lighting a few small controlled fires to shake things up.
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Meet the Author
It started with a battered notebook. Jocelynn
Drake wrote her first story when she was 12 years old. It was a retelling of
Robin Hood that now included a kickass female who could keep up with all the
boys and be more than just a sad little love interest. From there, she explored
space, talked to dragons, and fell in love again and again and again.
Drake wrote her first story when she was 12 years old. It was a retelling of
Robin Hood that now included a kickass female who could keep up with all the
boys and be more than just a sad little love interest. From there, she explored
space, talked to dragons, and fell in love again and again and again.
This former Kentucky girl has moved up, down, and across the US with her
patient husband. They’ve settled near the Rockies…for now. She spends the
majority of her time lost in the strong embrace of a good book.
When she’s not hammering away at her keyboard or curled up with a book, she can
usually be found cuddling with her cat Demona, walking her dog Ace, or flinging
curses at the TV while playing a video game. Outside of books, furry babies,
and video games, she is completely enamored of Bruce Wayne, Ezio Auditore,
travel, tattoos, explosions, and fast cars.
She is the author of the urban fantasy series: The Dark Days series and the
Asylum Tales. She also has a gay romantic suspense series called The Exit
Strategy and has recently launched a new paranormal series called the Lords of
Discord. She has also co-authored with Rinda Elliott the following series:
Unbreakable Bonds, Ward Security, and Pineapple Grove. She can be found at www.JocelynnDrake.com.
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