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ANNOUNCEMENT: Hiding From Two, by Morticia Knight

Hiding From Two

QSFer Morticia Knight has a new MM sci fi book out:

Embracing destiny was never meant to be easy.

Morgan can’t figure out where he belongs anymore now that a new world has emerged in the aftermath of the Alasharian invasion of Earth. Everything is too strange and frightening and all he wants to do is hide from it all. It doesn’t help to ease his confusion when he finds himself being drawn to not one, but two aliens. He thought his cousin Chris was insane to fall in love with the muscled warriors who bonded with him as his mates, but his own heart might be in danger when it comes to the warrior Rama, and Hallosh, an advisor to the Alasharian’s Supreme Commander, the Nall.

Chris experiences a terrifying vision from the Soul Healer and it becomes clear that both Alasharian and humans are running out of time to save the Earth from the insidious spread of the Void. A battle is imminent and it becomes imperative to protect those who are allied against the evil that has corrupted the Nall.

Everything on Earth is about to change once again and Morgan finds himself at the brink of discovering his own destiny—and how the two aliens he can’t get out of his mind will be a part of it. A disturbing event triggers the beginning of the fight against the Void. Chris and Morgan must separate for the first time since the invasion, with each of them going with their soul matches. For Morgan, he hopes the goodbye he says to Chris isn’t forever.

Soul Match Book Three.

Pride Publishing | Amazon


Morgan lounged in a cushy chair located in his newly adopted bedroom at Chris and his mates’ luxury hotel suite. He’d dragged it to the window so he could gaze at the city that had once been Palm Springs. The panorama was almost as good as television. From the twentieth floor, he had an excellent view of the busy comings and goings of the aliens who had taken over Earth.

The Alasharians.

He hadn’t sneered to himself that time. If he was being completely honest, he would have to admit that the twinge in his gut, the pull, had been because of the kindness and bravery that Chris’ alien mates had shown him. If it hadn’t been for Nary, one of Chris’ soul matches, he would’ve been killed when the rogue humans had bombed the pleasure party.

Morgan shuddered. Pleasure? It had been a horrific, violent gathering that had managed to reveal some surprising things to him about the aliens who had taken over Earth a month and a half before. The beings were simultaneously more evil—and more wonderful—than he could’ve imagined. Of course, it depended on which of their factions he was referring to at the time. Nary and Lasar, Chris’ mates, were wonderful. The Alasharian leader, the Nall—along with several party-goers—had shown themselves to be the epitome of evil.

So, now what?

It had become obvious after the bombing at the party by the unknown group of humans, that their actions had set events in motion that would likely be far worse for their own race than they’d anticipated. What if the Nall determined that keeping any human alive, sex slave or not, wasn’t worth the risk?

Hallosh won’t let anyone hurt me.

Morgan jerked up in his chair, the unexpected errant thought shocking him even as it came to mind. His heart thundered, his breathing accelerated at the memory of Hallosh’s touch. The alien’s tentative hold had nevertheless been strong and comforting. When Hallosh had lifted him out of the rubble, he’d instinctively snuggled closer before catching himself. The sudden tension in Hallosh’s body had alerted him to his bizarre reaction to the hunky alien.

Was it bizarre?

Morgan curled in on himself, pulling the shawl he’d been wrapped in the night before more tightly around him. He’d told Chris over and over how perplexed he was by his cousin’s strong attraction to the Alasharian males and he’d meant it. Morgan had been terrified of the species from the moment they’d invaded Earth. That terror had turned to revulsion once he’d been captured and learned they would be taken by the aliens as sex slaves. His initial anger toward Chris when he’d discovered that he’d fallen for his captors had now been replaced by a measure of understanding given their obvious love for, and devotion to, his cousin.

So maybe I understand even more of it?

He swallowed, his throat much too dry. He could never… Could I? He frowned, irritated with himself for even considering such a ridiculous thing. And anyway, Hallosh had behaved as if he didn’t want anything to do with him the rest of the night. Other than his inexplicable insistence that Chris make sure Morgan’s few scratches had been cleaned and bandaged, he’d made certain to stay away from Morgan after they’d all returned to the hotel.

Morgan sighed, wiggling in the chair, annoyed at the sensation of a low hum of electricity skittering just beneath his skin.

What the hell is wrong with me? He wanted to escape the confines of the small bedroom he’d stayed in for the past two days, but he didn’t want to bother Chris or Nary. Nary was in bed in the main area of the suite recovering from his injuries and Chris was busy taking care of him. Other than a quick foray to the kitchen to grab some juice and some sort of Alasharian breakfast roll that Chris had told him was safe to eat, he’d stayed out of the way.

I wish I had my books with me. Or my notebook. Everything Chris and his mates had given him to alleviate the unrelenting boredom of his circumstances had been left behind in the suite that had become his makeshift prison. Once they’d hastily returned to the hotel, they’d had more pressing concerns. After it had been decided that Morgan should stay with them until Rama arrived—the alien who would take charge of him—there had been no mention of retrieving the few items he owned that Nary had been responsible for bringing to him.

Tears burned in his eyes. Nary had been so kind to him from the beginning but Morgan had been too filled with hate to realize it. Then Nary had almost lost his life because of the way Morgan had run away at the party. He sniffed. I’ll never treat Chris’ mates badly again. He’d even promised himself to remain open to the possibility that Rama, since Lasar was friends with him, might be a good being. He wouldn’t judge all the Alasharians as evil just because some of them were.

A light knock sounded, then the door opened. He angled his body around to see Chris peeking into the room.

“Hey. You doing okay in here?”

Morgan drew his eyebrows together. “I’m fine.” He didn’t want Chris worrying over him when his mate needed his attention. “How about Nary? Is he feeling better?” He swallowed after he’d said it, a flush of heat blooming under his skin.

“Knock it off, dude.” Chris frowned as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Your guilt isn’t welcome here.”

Morgan sighed then returned to gazing out the window. Chris dragged the matching chair over until he’d placed it next to Morgan’s. Chris plopped down on it.


He turned to Chris who regarded him intently. Something about his cousin was different. At first, he’d thought it had something to do with Chris’ raging hormones since he’d finally had his cherry popped by his alien matches. But it wasn’t that. Sometimes, a thought would form in Morgan’s mind as to what it might be, but then he would try to articulate it and it would be gone. It’s driving me nuts.

“Give me a while, okay, Chris? It’s not just the other night, although that was pretty epic what Nary did. It’s all the other times too.” Morgan lowered his head. He couldn’t maintain his gaze with Chris. “All the horrible things I said to you about your mates.” He winced. “And what I know Nary heard me say.”

Chris let out an aggravated sigh. “Okay, you’re right. You were a total asshole.”

“Hey!” Morgan whipped around to glare at Chris. “You don’t have to be mean about it.”

Chris laughed. “Oh, my God. Your face. Look, I needed to get your attention. But can we move past all of that now? You’ve apologized and you had every right to question things. If it hadn’t been happening to me, I never would’ve believed it.”

Morgan nodded. “You’re right. I’ll shut up about it now and just show you guys by how I act that I don’t feel that way anymore.”

Author Bio

Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.


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