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Gabriel let out a laugh. I m named Gabriel because I m an archangel class, one thousand series. Eighty-nine because I was the eighty-ninth made in that line.
How many are there?
Too few now. They ve moved on to the five thousand series and the seraph class.
Jeff wanted to know more, wanted to ask what made each series different, how people had been modified, changed into something other. But it would be wrong to satisfy his mechanical
curiosity when all he could give Gabriel in return were lies.
Just as wrong as his enjoyment of Gabriel beneath his fingertips. Jeff swallowed the guilt and wiped off his hands.
There, he said. I think I ve got it all now.
Gabriel gave a roll of his shoulder and the wing responded, twisting and sliding into itself until the wing took up no more room than a shirt tucked up against the angel s back.
That s handy. Jeff s mind was already whirling with thoughts, comparing the design to the demonic wings, how one could be modified for the better.
Everything fits now. Gabriel stood. Thank you.
If only everything else could be fixed as easily.
Love never hits a wrong note.
Seeking Kokopelli
© 2010 Shelley Munro
Ever since Nate McKenzie hired on as a roadie, musician Adam James has lusted after him. So far Adam has kept his distance, knowing Nate is mourning his dead wife. But lately Adam
has caught the man returning his stares. Maybe it s time to test the waters.
Besides, there isn t much chance Nate will find out that Adam was once his people s Kokopelli. His powers were stripped from him, along with the magical tattoo on his chest, when his
orientation was discovered.
Nate is going crazy with guilt. Before his wife s death, he never looked at anyone else, woman or man. Now his dreams are filled with Adam. He tries to keep his mind on his job and off
Adam s sexy body, but in a moment of weakness they share a kiss that sends them both up in flames.
Their relationship risks both their hearts and Adam s female fan base, but the attraction is too strong to ignore. Then someone takes a shot at Adam and his tattoo begins to reappear,
forcing him to come clean with his lover. And Nate to decide exactly where his future lies& before a killer steals it away from them.
Warning: This book contains rockin music, smoky pubs, the mystical legend of Kokopelli and lots of playful, hot manlove.
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Nate woke slowly, his erection cuddled up to a warm ass. Remaining still, he breathed deep, drawing the familiar scent into his lungs. It was the best way to wake in the morning. With a
contented sigh, he pressed closer.
I never pegged you as a cuddler, Adam drawled.
Fully awake now, Nate jerked away with a heartfelt curse.
Don t worry. I m not going to tell anyone. Your secret s safe with me.
Fuck, do you ever shut up? Nate rolled off the bed and jumped to his feet, his heart pounding as if he d run a hundred-meter sprint. Why didn t you wake me?
You were tired. I didn t see the point of waking you. You want to go for a run?
Nate scowled, his eyes narrowing while confusion pummeled him. What are you trying to do to me?
Don t make too much of this, Adam said. A run. That s all. We ve run together before.
I& yeah. Okay. Nate dragged a hand through his hair and turned toward the door, the desire to touch Adam throbbing through him like an aching tooth. I ll grab my gear. He would not
touch. He would not.
Five minutes?
Yeah. Nate paused and strode back to Adam, his feet taking him even though his mind warned him of the big mistake he was about to make. He dragged Adam into his arms and kissed
him. Hard. Their noses mashed together. Teeth clacked before they managed a fit for their lips. The kiss was rough. Fierce and unrestrained. Nate catalogued the differences with part of his
mind while he sank into the intimacy of being so close to another person again. Adam s lips were soft, but the contrasting rasp of stubble made the kiss different. The hard body rubbing against
his own was different as well, with none of the cushioning curves he d enjoyed with Rosa.
Rosa.
He wrenched from Adam s arms and hurried to the door, yanking it open. His breath came in loud gasps, almost panicked. There. No big deal. It s over and now we both know.
Know what? Adam padded up behind him and pushed his hand against the door. It shut with a sharp click. What do we know?
That we don t work together. We re plain wrong. Nate stared at the paintwork of the door, tried to ignore the note of panic in his voice, but he knew it was there. So did Adam. And the blood
crowding his cock didn t lie, either. He wanted more.
Practice makes perfect, Adam whispered close to his ear, placing one hand on either side of his body and effectively caging him against the door. Turn around.
Nate swallowed. He could feel Adam s body along his back, the heat of him. Smell him clean, musky male. Damn, he couldn t show fear. He had to bluff his way out of this, pretend the
kiss hadn t made him crazy and backfired on him. Instead of disgust, he wanted to explore Adam s body. Worse, he wanted to kiss and touch every inch.
Shit! Who d have thought a single kiss would cause so much trouble. He should have walked away instead of following his stupid impulse to try to prove to Adam he was wrong about an
attraction between them.
I wouldn t have taken you for a coward.
I wouldn t have taken you for a coward.
Indignant, Nate turned to glare at Adam. I m not a cow
Adam stopped his heated words with a kiss. This one, it was nothing like the first. It started slow, a mere brushing of lips, the gentleness of it sending signal fires darting through Nate s
body. He gasped, and Adam took advantage, stroking his tongue over Nate s, deepening the contact. Adam didn t move, didn t do anything except kiss him.
Somewhere along the line, Nate forgot he was kissing a man and went with the soar of sensations racing through him, the pleasure. The yearning.
Slowly, Adam pulled away, and Nate realized he gripped the other man s shoulders. He snatched his hands away, a tide of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks. That couldn t
happen again, which was a shame because he d enjoyed the kiss. Innate honesty made him admit it to himself, and the fact that he wanted more. And worst of all, he d never thought of Rosa
the entire time.
We ll get even better with time, Adam whispered.
There won t be another time. Maybe if he said it enough, he d come to believe it.
No? I didn t take you for a liar, either.
Fuck, will you stop touching me? Fury sped through Nate, and he shoved Adam, his hands curling to fists at his sides. I thought you wanted to run.
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