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New Release: A Soldiers & Mercenaries Duology – Kasia Bacon

A Soldiers & Mercenaries Duology - Kasia Bacon

QSFer Kasia Bacon has a new MM fantasy box set out (bi, gay): A Soldiers & Mercenaries Duology.

There’s no stopping Love once it teams up with Magic!

A Soldiers & Mercenaries Duology with Extra Content (Vol. 1-2) combines two standalone titles: Don’t Fight the Spark and When I First Saw Red. This 100k-word collection includes over 20k words of fun, bonus content.

MM fantasy romance with kick-arse characters, steam and snark—all set in the alluring but perilous universe of the Order.

Don’t Fight the Spark (Soldiers & Mercenaries #1): A nerd and jock romance with magic, adventure and a hidden relationship.

When I First Saw Red (Soldiers & Mercenaries #2): A reluctant fated mates romance with enemies-to-lovers and size difference.

The extras feature:

  • Side couples from the series—Lu and Ravendi, as well as Seiji and Sashê. Both short stories constitute brand-new and exclusive material that has not been published elsewhere.
  • A Halloween-inspired bonus scene starring Red and Lázhien.
  • Two modern alternate universe flashfics showcasing the main couple from each respective book in a contemporary setting.

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“Come in,” a clipped voice called from the other side of the door in response to my knocking.
My gullet constricted as I turned the handle. Thanks to the gods the creaking of the old hinges muffled a loud gulp that escaped me.

The room proved to be a well-lit suite, larger and fancier than I’d expected. I assessed my surroundings within a quick couple of glances. Vases of fresh flowers and bowls of fruit here and there introduced splashes of colour throughout the space, which was filled with sparse but fine furnishings. A healthy-sized blaze crackled in the tiled fireplace. The vibrant wall-to-wall rug reminded me of the exotic hand-woven textiles I’d encountered during my deployment in the South Isles.

There he stood by the vast four-poster bed—the object of my lecherous thoughts. My tormentor, who’d inspired dozens of ferocious wank sessions over the previous week. A true miracle I hadn’t chafed myself raw. 

He was barefoot again. I wondered if he had an aversion to footwear. His glossy, vibrant hair—fashioned into a tousled plait and tied with a dark ribbon—splayed down his chest on one side, reaching his waist. I couldn’t fault the manner in which his white unbuttoned shirt and snug breeches revealed more than they covered.

My heart fluttered in my chest, frantic like a trapped bird. 

He snapped shut a silk painted fan he’d held in his hand and cast it aside, eyeing me in silence as he crossed his arms over his chest and propped one hip against the pillar.

I wouldn’t have called his demeanour friendly. For whatever reason, he’d agreed to the engagement, but his body language couldn’t have screamed fuck off any louder. 

His puzzling attitude agitated me on the spot, just as much as his looks enthralled me.

“Good evening,” I said, rougher than I’d intended, addressing him in Common Elven. Not that I counted on dazzling him with my linguistic ability, mind you. Or proving myself less of an uncultured ignoramus than he’d likely taken me for. Nothing like that. At all. “I’m Sergeant Jhagán.”

After a small pause, which he devoted to giving me an appraising squint, he granted me a regal head tilt in the way of a greeting.

Heavenly gods almighty.

The clench of my jaw brought on a feeling of fullness in my ears. Who the fuck did he think he was? The Emperor receiving homage? I couldn’t believe the snooty Elfling arse. And speaking of arse, didn’t it make me a bigger one since I’d financed this sorry venture with recent card winnings, a pawned family heirloom and an advance against my next three wages? Less than two minutes in, I already found myself spinning in the same cycle of intermittent fury and desire I’d experienced around him on the previous occasion. Because yes, I wanted to kick him in the groin with my reinforced leather boot. And then kiss him senseless.

Author Bio

A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.

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