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Announcement: The Vampire King’s Mate, by Toby Aden

The Vampire King's mateQSFer Toby Aden has a new paranormal book out:

In the midst of a war between vampires and werewolves that’s been waged for centuries, King Kevyan Melrose lands an unexpected mate.

Dorian Keller, an outrageous, openly gay man, finds himself in a world where fiction is fact. Having the most gorgeous man he’s ever met tell him they are mated throws him for a loop, but hearing the man claim to be a vampire and learning that that he himself is a werewolf blows his mind and sends him running for the hills. But with the evidence put right in front of him, he is left with no choice but to adjust his thinking… especially since turning furry has become his new norm.


Walking back into the bedroom, he checked the walk-in closet, pulling out several articles of clothing only to return them back in frustration. Everything in the closet was too big for him, but since complaining about that was futile, he resigned himself to improvising. He had other things to think of, like escaping, and on that note, he picked out jeans and a shirt to go with it. Satisfied that the clothes at least appeared to be new, judging by the new cloth scent he sniffed on them. He drew the line at wearing someone else’s underwear, going commando.

His sense of fashion screamed at the clothes he wore and the way they made him look like a kid playing dress-up. Eying himself in the mirror, he got to work, pulling on a belt and using it to secure the jeans tightly against his body. He tucked the extra-long length of the shirt into the jeans, rolled the sleeves up until he was satisfied with his looks before running his hand over his hair to give it a somewhat respectable disheveled look before nodding his approval.

Marching toward the window, he peered outside, easily noticing the security stationed around as they heavily guarded the place. He was so screwed. Dammit! However was he going to escape? Not that there was a chance in hell of him charming his way out of here. The door opened behind him and, turning, he spotted the most gorgeous hunk he’d ever laid eyes on striding toward him.

Six feet three inches of washboard muscles glided toward him gracefully. The man was decked in white shirt and khakis, his dark hair falling around his shoulder in waves, begging him to run his fingers through them, his eyes a deep brown color, like chocolate melted for his enjoyment. High cheekbones led to steel jaws which just begged for his attention, and the man had the palest skin he’d ever seen, clashing against the color of his clothe. For no reason, he suddenly had the uncontrollable itch to rip those clothes off the man and swallow him whole.

When their eyes met, Dorian blushed at having being caught staring. He wiped his mouth, discreetly checking for drool. Raising his chin, he openly gave the gorgeous man a once-over, refusing to be intimidated or mocked for his efforts. The man had lickable muscles upon muscles, a narrow waist and powerful, long legs, which ate up the distance between them.

Alarmed, he glanced up at the man approaching him with an indecipherable look in his eyes and held his arms out, backing up until he came up against the window. “Don’t come any closer,” Dorian said, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how scared he was.

Thankfully, his words must have penetrated, because the man stopped and watched him with a predatory look in his eyes. Dorian’s breath caught, half fright, half desire, but he dared not move as he watched the man watch him.

“You are awake,” the man said, his voice strong and masculine, washing over Dorian, and waves of lust shot through his body.

Shaking his head, Dorian scoffed at the obvious statement. He was reluctant to show any outward emotion and wasn’t about to give in to his body’s demands until he was safe and safely out of danger. Apparently, Mr. Obvious must have noticed something, for amusement lurked in the depth of the stranger’s eyes and he was pinned with a narrowed gaze. Dorian shifted on his feet, hoping the stranger would break the eye contact; only luck didn’t seem to be on his side.

“How do you feel?”

“Great. I feel great. Now, where the hell am I and who are you?”

Mr. Drop-Dead Gorgeous scratched his chin, taking a step forward, to which Dorian promptly pressed himself against the window, supporting himself with both hands tightly gripping the ledge. The message got through loud and clear, for the man stopped abruptly, a pained expression in his eyes before turning away.

Guilt shot through Dorian and he ruthlessly pushed it away. After all, what did he have to be guilty about? For all he knew, this was his kidnapper, giving him a taste of what he’d missed since the week he’d been kidnapped, only to return him back to that terrible hellhole. He wanted out, knew by now that everyone he knew and loved would be out looking for him, and the thought pained him greatly. All he wanted was to just go home and forget about this episode, not discounting the fact that his kidnappers had to be caught to ensure his safety.

“Look. I don’t care who you are. If you want money, my parents would dish out enough for you to release me. I don’t know what you want and I don’t have any answers, so please, just…let me go.”

Kevyan turned to face the man before him, realization dawning and his lips turned down into a frown. “I do not know who took you. My men found you outside my estate. We’ve been waiting for you to wake and explain where you came from and which pack you belong to.”

“Belong to? I belong to no one, and who the hell are you, anyway?”

“King Kevyan Melrose. The head of my covens.”

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Author Bio

Toby Aden is an MM romance author.

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