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Only THAT Night Antho

By: Michael Mandrake | Other books by Michael Mandrake
      BLMorticia | Other books by BLMorticia
      Rawiya | Other books by Rawiya
Published By: TriadLiteraryBooks
Published: Feb 18, 2013
ISBN # 9781301291021
Word Count: 26,807
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Categories: Romance>GLBT>Gay Romance>Drama Romance>Anthology/Bundle Romance>Free Reads

Description
Only THAT Night Anthology is a collection of short m/m stories by the Triad of BLMorticia, Rawiya, and Michael Mandrake that will be converted to full sized novellas at a later date.

Overall Blurb: Fate has given you one night with someone from your past, giving you a chance at relationships, but as with everything else there is no guarantee of happiness.

One Helluva First Date Blurb: Bobby Leslie has returned home to Amarillo only to meet up with the man he’s loved for over a decade, Cade Spencer. Their first meeting isn’t exactly what either of them had in mind.

Demon Be Mine Blurb: Valios, the soul catcher demon, is searching for his longtime companion and meets him at his club that same evening. This someone isn’t a complete stranger. What will happen when he finds out who his newfound friend is?

Unforgettable Valentine Blurb: Rhett Vorhees is looking for a date just to enjoy Valentine’s day with and instead gets a lot more than what he’s bargaining for.
 
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Excerpt:
Excerpt from Michael Mandrake's Demon Be Mine:

One solitary light shone from the ceiling in an otherwise dark filled room in a fancy penthouse above a busy street. Cool breezes flowed through the window, making the space chilly but still comfortable on this late summer night in Chicago.
“Another night, another soul I’ve enjoyed draining the life from,” Valios smirked to himself, wiping his mouth of the excess spirit he’d drunk from this human he’d had his eyes on for the better part of a week. “You’ve been a good man, Marcus, very good. You tasted even better!” While he buttoned his black shirt, he enjoyed the sight of the human’s frail frame. Gone were the colorful tattooed muscles this young bodybuilder possessed; the very thing that attracted Valios to him in the first place. Instead, a pale, lifeless, torso lay on the bed, amidst blood red sheets strewn about the mattress. Marcus’s tight brown curls were plastered to his head from sweat after their wild romp. His blue eyes bulged out of his skull and his mouth gaped wide open. He appeared to have enjoyed his last kiss although it was one that ultimately cost him his life.
“Lovely.” In his mind, Valios believed his method of killing was a work of art, only to be appreciated by those who loved the darker sides of life. Death and sickness. They could be so beautiful, leaving behind a picture perfect sight of suffering only the demons of death could understand. Oh and those wretched humans who called themselves goths. Yes those, who embraced the seedier sides of human existence and embraced the ideals of pestilence, looking forward to their last days on earth. Such posers, who only wanted to be part of something when it was nothing more than pretending. True believers in the beauty of death didn’t wear all black clothing and visit graveyards for fun! Valios found these people to be most annoying and vowed to rid the earth of them when he received the ultimate gift from his maker.
For now, however, he’d go on enjoying the life his father Death had set out for him to do. Taking pleasure in his existence, doing the work of a vampire but with oh so much more flair. No melting in the sun for Valios and others like him. They combed the world, far and wide, seeking out humans whose souls begged to be taken. How could they tell? Soul catchers, the group that Valios belonged to, had the distinct power to recognize a crying soul of a human who wished for happiness on the other side. Perhaps something ailed them, they might’ve been terminally ill, or they had a deep secret that couldn’t be told to loved ones. Whatever it was, Valios and his companions found it. And when they did, they gave the human what they asked for. Death. In peace. Silence. Leaving them completely lifeless and without soul. For the most part, these individuals went to the maker to be eternal slaves in his army. In other cases, the soul catchers or other demons would take those men and or women for their own personal gratification.
Valios found himself in this predicament right now; wanting a soul, a human he could call his very own. His time on earth for the past three centuries proved to be most taxing on him. A bore. He needed someone to give him the zest and the inspiration he’d once had.
Continuing to dress, he recalled the last few prospects he’d entertained to be his eternal mate. One man was a gay CEO of a large company with everything to hide, all the money in the world, but too full of himself. Valios figured only one man in this relationship would be able to carry on in that manner. So instead of making him his eternal lover, he enjoyed the night with him and took his soul with no remorse.
Another one was a painter, someone Valios just knew he could appreciate but the man was too moody and even though Valios had powers, he wouldn’t be able to change the attitude of the man he decided to settle down with.
I’m a demon not a miracle worker!
“Pah!” After finishing his task, he slipped his bare feet into his loafers and slid his jacket over his shoulders. To admire himself, he turned to the mirror just across from the human’s bed, noticing his own reflection in the glass. Another thing he could do that vampires couldn’t. Seeing himself through the cut clear glass and venerate the being looking back. Valios did this on a regular basis, enjoying his long brown curls, his muscular body which everyone held in high regard and desired to covet.
Remembering the past war between heaven and hell, he ran his fingertip lightly across the scar beneath his eye and scowled at the memory knowing it was the only blemish on his otherwise perfect flesh. While adjusting the lapels on his jacket, his lips curled into a wry smile. “You are still lovely, Valios. Any man or woman would want to have you regardless.” He blew a kiss at his reflection and then to the lifeless body he’d leave behind. With a wave of his hands, he turned the scene in Marcus’s room into something less gruesome to the human eye. When the authorities found Marcus Light, he’d be dead, giving off the notion he’d died in his sleep.
Only soul catchers could appreciate the true beauty of a blood-drained frame. Most humans wouldn’t accept that as a work of art for it was against the very laws of sensibility the Creator instilled in his followers.
“Farewell, Marcus Light. It was my distinct pleasure knowing you and owning you for these past few days. I shall see you on the other side as I promised before you took your last breath!” After plopping the black top hat onto the messy mop on top of his head, he winked and waved goodbye to his latest victim. And in a flash, he disappeared into the dark night air.

Only THAT Night Antho

By: Michael Mandrake, BLMorticia, Rawiya
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