Excerpt 1:

Standing on the curb, Roger’s gaze wandered between the entrance to his apartment and the bar four doors down. The battered sign and faux antique script read Antiquities and waved at him in the hot breeze. At three in the afternoon, Roger wouldn’t normally consider alcohol an option but today was special.

Decision made, he walked the short distance to the beat-up old tavern. In spite of living nearby for over two years, he’d only been in there once. Their regular clientele tended to fit in the weird category. How he ended up in a neighborhood with the Goth type, he didn’t know. But the place served alcohol and right now, he needed a drink.

Blinded by the change from the afternoon sunlight to the dim interior, his eyes blinked several times. With his sight regained, he peered around the small establishment.

A long polished wood bar took up most of the narrow room. Four tiny tables lined the opposite wall. A couple, though Roger wasn’t sure a couple of what, were taking making out to a new level against the wall just beyond the last table. The other patrons seemed more tame.

One man sat at the bar, his head in his hands, his beer half empty. Another couple was having a heated whispered conversation a few feet down from him. Then there was the strange woman sitting at the opposite end of the bar.

Looking almost too young to be in a bar, she had the usual pale face and dark makeup. Black clothes—only the form-fitting top visible over the bar. And she had a really good form to fit it too. Upturned breasts, thick nipples showing through the slinky material and just enough cleavage to make his cock twitch… But he wasn’t here to pick up a woman.

Roger didn’t really make a conscious decision to sit near her. He wanted to be away from the others and somewhere his line of sight didn’t include the man and woman against the wall. The thought made his gaze drift in their direction. Yep, making out was definitely not all they were doing. With a double take, he wasn’t sure there were two different genders involved.

Turning his back on the scene, Roger snagged a tall stool with his foot. His first inclination was to go for the hard stuff but his better judgment interfered. "Beer, whatever you have on tap." Looking past the Goth bartender and his myriad piercings, a mirror reflected the scene he wanted to avoid. His cock swelled at the sight.

The curve of back muscles beneath a pulled-up shirt—long thick muscles obviously not a woman’s. The dark-haired man slid to the ground in front of the man standing with his back to the wall. Fumbling fingers freed a swollen cock from tight jeans. A greedy mouth swallowed the thick flesh.

Roger’s body reacted to the sight. Rapid breathing accompanied a flush of heat. His cock lengthened and filled. So long since the last time he’d had sex, even longer since someone gave him an enthusiastic blow job. And never one as eager as the young man on his knees in a public place.

"You like what you see." The sultry voice floated down the bar.

His breath caught in his throat. "I don’t see anything." He grabbed his glass, sloshing a little over the top in his haste. Downing a third of the icy brew, he glared at his accuser.

The ebony-haired woman just smiled. The dark-ringed eyes didn’t reflect her smile. "Then you’re all hot and bothered for no reason?"

"Who says-"

"I say you are." Her voice dropped to a sexy growl. "I can smell you. Right now your cock is leaking with anticipation. Enthralled with the idea of someone taking you deep in their throat." She leaned toward him. "Do you want Estefan to suck you off like he’s doing to Cardin?"

Roger thought about getting up and leaving. He wasn’t sure he could walk straight in his current condition.

"All I have to do is tell him." An almost feral smile crossed her lips. "And he will." She slid from the stool in a rustle of black cloth. The full-length skirt swooshed as she moved closer. "If I tell him to, Estefan will suck your brains out through your cock while you sit here and enjoy your beer."

A shudder swept through him. If she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t need help from anyone. He’d just sit here and come in his pants.

"See how much Estefan loves to suck dick. He’s so talented. And Cardin enjoys his mouth so much."

He couldn’t stop himself from looking.

The mirror reflected the intense pleasure written across Cardin’s face. The man’s body rocked back and forth, pushing deep into Estefan’s mouth. And every long, deep stroke Estefan took.

"Watch Cardin. He’s almost at his limit. No one lasts long with Estefan." Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. The heat of her breath teased his cheek.

He wanted to look away, to run from the bar but instead he looked at Cardin’s reflection in the mirror.

The man’s mouth drooped open, the fingers of one hand curled in his short reddish-brown hair. The other hand rested on the dark head bobbing back and forth on his cock.

"So tell me what you want. Estefan’s lips around this," her hand brushed the hard bulge in his slacks, "or maybe you’d rather be buried hilt deep in his nice tight ass."

Roger tore his gaze away from Cardin’s face. "Who says I want a man?" His fingers clenched around her wrist and pushed her hand firmly against his aching cock. "Maybe I want you."

Her fingers squeezed him, almost enough to bring him off where he sat. He forced the urge away. If she wanted to play games, he planned to choose which one.

"Would you take me here against the wall, in front of everyone?" Roger looked up and down the bar. Strange but no one seemed to be paying attention to their little tête-à-tête.

Her other arm slipped around his waist. Her firm, full breasts pressed against his back. "You want me. Take me." Her lips nuzzled at his ear lobe. "Fuck me here." Her free hand tugged his belt loose. Nimble fingers had his pants open before he could react.

Exactly how he was supposed to react seemed to elude him.

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Excerpt 2:

Roger didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew the pounding in his head would only get worse with the intrusion of light. “Oh shit,” he moaned. This had to be the worst hangover since the night he celebrated his acceptance into the Service.

The Service. The one he was now ostracized by and no longer an active part of. “Shit…”

When had he drank so much? And where?

The bar down the street. His eyes popped open. Light wasn’t as much a problem as he expected it to be. Candles, almost burned out, dimly lit the room—not his room. The décor was decidedly gloomy. The bedding, the curtains, appeared black in the muted light. Even the walls were dark.

The woman…at the bar. The two men. The memory of his actions flooded his aching brain.

He’d let a strange woman give him a blow job in public and he watched two men going at it while he shot come in her mouth. “Great,” he mumbled, “I’ve completely lost my mind.” He sat up slowly, hoping his head wouldn’t explode.

“I wouldn’t say that.” In a nearby chair, a dark figure moved.

“Fuck!”

“We can if you want.” The low throaty growl was familiar.

He scooted to the edge of the bed. “Look, I don’t know what came over me but this is not the way I am.”

“You are what I want you to be.” She stood and walked toward him.

Well, he didn’t like the sound of that. Maybe she had recorded his little indiscretion. Maybe she planned to blackmail him? “Look, lady. Whatever I did, doesn’t mean you have any hold over me.”

“But I do. Just not the way you think.”

Roger pushed off the bed to stand.

“Oh you can leave. But you’ll be back.” She chuckled softly.

He glared at her as he walked past her to the door. When she made no move toward him, he yanked open the door and stepped out into a hot muggy hallway. Looking first in one direction and then the other, he spotted a dilapidated exit sign. The red lettering, faded and worn, pointed the way out.

The narrow stairs creaked under his step. Dim light bulbs hung from wires barely lit the way. As an afterthought, his hand patted his back pocket for his wallet. The jangle of his keys in his pocket comforted him.

He emerged on the street next to the entrance to the bar. Evening had already fallen. A quick look at his watch revealed the time to be just past nine.

The thought of drugs crossed his mind. Maybe a quick trip to the medical clinic a few blocks away was a good idea. Although he couldn’t explain his earlier actions, he didn’t think he’d been slipped something. Or he didn’t want to think he had. Instead, he headed for his apartment.

Even now, as the memory of his earlier actions returned, his cock took interest. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time in definitely the wrong frame of mind.

Right now a shower, some sleep and a fresh prospective would set everything back to rights.

* * * * *

Adria smiled to herself after Roger stalked out of her apartment.

“You can come in now,” she called out.

A door, hidden behind thick dark drapes, creaked open. The curtain moved aside revealing Estefan and Cardin.

“You did well.”

A frown creased Estefan’s brow. “Where did he go?”

Adria stood and walked over to the confused man. Her fingers smoothed his brow. “He’ll be back. Don’t worry. Once the transformation kicks in, he won’t be able to resist.” Adria’s sharp memory swept her back to her own change. Without someone to explain the process, she’d struggled for more than a year after her first encounter with another Watcher. Roger wouldn’t understand what drew him back but on an instinctual level, he would know Adria had the answers he needed.

Estefan almost wiggled with excitement. He craved her approval more than anything. Both he and Cardin had been with her for a long time. She knew their loyalty was more to her than to her cause and that suited her fine. She needed them regardless of why they stayed.

She was confident Roger would be similarly bound to her. Although… She turned away to keep them from reading the concern on her face. There was something different about Roger. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She’d watched him for the last couple of years. So few men had the genetic makeup needed for her plan. The verification process took so long.

Silently she cursed the convoluted method. Finding other Watchers was never easy. Finding one like Roger, whose strength radiated an almost visible aura, was rare. The last three she’d lost to the evil stalking her dreams. This time she’d make sure this one was safe. Until—

“Is everything okay?” Cardin’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes. He’s the one and he already has a reason to hate the demons. This time we’ll succeed. This time…

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