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eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: When Keir left the Realm four years ago as a self-proclaimed outcast, he left a lot of people confused, including his mother. When she sends his old friend Christophe to bring him home, Keir is less than thrilled. How does a guy explain that his magic just doesn't work like it's supposed to? Kier soon finds out that it's not explanations his mom is after. She's the Queen of the Realm, and she has a quest for Kier and Christophe that will test their mettle, and their relationship. Can the incubus and the angel find what they're looking for in the human world? Or will they lose everything they hold dear?

eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Balls, Published: http://www.torquerepress.com, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007

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Words: 21916
Reading time: 62-87 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1603700722

Chapter One

The coffee shop was small and worn, like many of the customers. Keir was neither, though he made an effort to seem like he was. He wore a decades-old t-shirt he'd found at a thrift shop with worn jeans, baggy enough to hide his tail. A brown leather bomber jacket, quite possibly older than Keir himself, was draped over the back of his chair.

He was supposed to be reading the newspaper, but really he was just skimming the headlines. Another politician making a fool of himself, another war half the world away that everyone was talking about but no one would do anything to stop, it was always the same.

He wasn't sure why he bothered to buy the damn thing anymore. He wasn't sure why he'd thought the human world would be different. He wondered the same thing every day, but he was there like clockwork, every morning at ten, picking up a newspaper and a coffee, chatting with the barista and the cashier.

The barista was a pretty girl half his age, with long, copper-red hair that reminded him of home. The cashier was older, maybe even older than Keir, with a sly smile and knowing eyes. The cashier watched Keir when he thought Keir wasn't looking, but Keir was always looking enough to notice that kind of attention.

The cashier wasn't the only one who paid him attention, either. He could feel the eyes on him. All the men who trickled in and out of the coffee shop looked at him like that at one time or another. It wasn't their fault; they couldn't help themselves. He didn't mean to do it, though. It was just spillover. Being an incubus had its disadvantages.

There were more eyes on him when a tall redhead walked in. The man looked at Keir immediately, as though he didn't see anyone else in the room. Maybe he didn't. He headed straight for Keir's table, not even bothering to stop at the counter for a drink.

Keir didn't look up, but he could see past his newspaper that the man's shoulders were oddly shaped beneath the ill-fitting trench coat. When the redhead sat down at his table, uninvited, Keir finally looked up. The redhead's eyes were a familiar deep, dark blue.

"Your mother calls."

Keir was silent for a long moment, trying to control his shock. To mask it, he flicked his newspaper over, so he could see the man in front of him.

"Christophe?" Christophe had been a child the last time Keir had seen him, barely fifteen years old: a scrawny red-haired boy with wings too big for his body. Wings he was hiding now, under that coat.

"Your mother calls, Keir. It's time to come home." Christophe used to follow him around like an adoring shadow. He didn't seem adoring now, just distant. Maybe angry.