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ANNOUNCEMENT: Majid – A.G. Carothers

Majid - A.G. Carothers

QSFer A.G. Carothers has a new MM paranormal (gay/poly) book out, Bloodlines of Fate Book 2: “Majid.”

Majid’s best friend, Talos, has found his mate and finally recognized his lover of the past several hundred years as his other mate. The mate Majid had spent the last eleven hundred years trying to forgive was back in his life.

Will Majid rescue one mate only to lose the other? Or will the fierce polar bear, Siku, give him a chance to redeem himself? 

Will Odin forgive himself for the actions that tore Majid from his life? And will the not so little bear find him to be a worthy mate? Or is he doomed to die on a quest for redemption?

Will Siku find his place not only within the relationship his mates clearly already have but also the entirely different world that is city life? Or is he just fooling himself that he can get over the wall between him and his mates?

Bloodlines of Fate is an urban fantasy series set in a world destroyed by humans and resurrected by supernatural beings. This book contains depictions of omega polar bears who will eat you in self-defense, sturdy hairbrushes that break naughty butts, timeouts for coloring and painting toes, and a family reunion for the history books.

Majid is part two of a two-part story arch that tells the love story of two triads (MMM). It is necessary to read Talos to fully enjoy this book that does end in a HEA despite bickering chefs who try to burn the estate down.

This is a type of omegaverse with mpreg.

This is a continuous series that is best read in order

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Excerpt

“Hi, I’m Bayne.” He smiled genuinely but his eyes showed concern as he looked past Siku to the boy on the gurney. 

“Siku.” Siku was weary and exhaustion was settling in, which wasn’t helping. 

Bayne lowered his ignored hand and walked closer to the boy behind him. “Thank you for helping to rescue all the children from the bunker tonight and, most importantly, not letting the general escape. We couldn’t have caught him without your help.”

Siku shrugged, uncomfortable with the attention. “It’s what I’m being paid for.”

Bayne shook his head. “No, you could have just waited until people reached you after the explosion and then told them which direction to go. Instead, you went after them and made sure they didn’t get away. You didn’t have to put yourself in danger like that.”

The boy was waking up and started to panic again. Siku moved to his side right away and put a hand on his leg and he settled. 

“Simón, is the boy going to be okay?” Bayne must know the doctor. Siku didn’t know who this guy was. He smelled human. 

“Yes, he’s just dehydrated and malnourished. Otherwise, there aren’t any other physical injuries. He’ll be placed with the other teenagers for evaluation after a twenty-four hours stay in the infirmary.”

Siku turned his attention to the boy who was obviously scared. He put a hand on his chest and rubbed it gently. “It’s okay. They’re going to take good care of you and get you fed.” The boy still looked uneasy. “How about in a little while I come visit you. Would you like that?”

The boy nodded slowly, and his muscles eased back into the mattress. “Okay, then I’ll see you later on today.” Siku smiled and headed toward the double doors that led to the hallway, eager to go back to his apartment and shower, eat, and sleep.

“Wait,” Bayne shouted behind him. Siku paused right before the doors and looked over his shoulder. “Where are you going?”

For fuck’s sake, who was this guy? “I’m going to my apartment to clean up, eat, and I’m sure I’ll have to write some sort of report about the mission last night. Then I’m going to fulfill my promise of going to see the boy who I still don’t know the name of.” 

“Brian. Or at least that’s the name that came up when they scanned his prints just now.” Bayne ran his hand through his hair. “When you’re done visiting, would you like to come up and have dinner with us?”

Siku furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry. I’m not looking to start dating anyone and I’m exhausted.” Siku shook his head and pushed open the door. 

“No. Wait. You misunderstand.” Siku stopped again with the door open, one hand still on it. “I meant come have dinner with my mates and me—Talos and Kikoi.”

Siku’s eyebrows shot up. Great, now he was insulting the king’s mate. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” Siku awkwardly bowed, twisting his body back as he was still primarily facing the hall. Then he let go of the door to turn around and it almost smacked Bayne, who slapped a hand to it with a laugh, in the face.

“I’m so sorry, Your Majesty.”

“It’s okay, really. I should apologize. I’m not used to all this and I thought everyone pretty much knew by now who I was.”

“I had no idea, but then again, I’ve been in the wilderness for almost a month now.”

Bayne blushed and stuck his hand in his pocket. “Right. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” Siku always hated it when people constantly apologized, especially for things they had no control over.

“Well, it actually is since I’m the one who wanted the have the children rescued from the resistance.” Bayne quirked a half-smile.

“Oh, well, it was for a good cause.” Siku laughed softly and then yawned. He covered his mouth. He really needed a nap.

“I’m sorry. I’m keeping you. But dinner tonight?” Bayne looked hopeful.

“Yes, sorry. What time?”

“Actually, I’m sure you’re completely exhausted. How about tomorrow night instead? Let’s say, at eight o’clock?” 

“Ummm, yeah, that’s good.” Siku really didn’t care. All he wanted was alone time with his bed.

“Did you need a ride anywhere? I can call a car for you?” 

“I live here in the building.” Siku’s patience was thinning. He didn’t want to be an asshole but if he didn’t get horizontal soon, he wasn’t going to make it to his apartment.

“Oh, well, that makes it easy then. See you tomorrow tonight.” Bayne blushed again and walked back into the portal room, letting the door close. 

Siku sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face as he turned and headed down the hall toward the elevators. He was filthy. He wanted a nice long shower. If he tried a bath, he’d probably drown.

“Siku! Wait!” 

“Oh, for crying out loud, what now?” Siku ignored the way the words sent shivers down his back as the baritone hit his ears. Siku spun around, got a little dizzy and steadied himself with a hand to the wall.

“Where are you going?” The asshole’s violet eyes burned with indignation. It was hard for Siku to reconcile the beautiful creature that had captivated him as it galloped down the street not that long ago to the asshole standing before him now. 

“Are you kidding me? Who the fuck do you think you are? Number one. Number two. What kind of fucking bastard shoots an unarmed child?” Siku’s voice rose. He was out of any kind of patience he might have had. He was tired. He was hungry and this fucker was in his way, not to mention he was still pissed about the death of the other boy.

The asshole straightened his shoulders and put his hands on the hilts of his swords. Damn, why did he have to look so hot in all that leather, framing his muscles so beautifully? “I was ensuring the safety of my mate.”

“Did it look like I needed fucking saving?” Siku promptly ignored the whole mate business and shoved the asshole in the chest hard enough to unbalance him in his surprise. “He was”shove—”fucking”—shove—”unarmed!” Siku planted his feet and shoved the asshole for all his worth in his exhausted state and toppled him over.

“I’m not some damn weakling in distress. I’m a Mother. Fucking. Bear!” Siku roared his point home and turned around, hoping he actually made it to the elevator this time.


Author Bio

A. G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they’ve created with you.

A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors

A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn’t see gender, race, or sexuality.

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