Leatherwings

One of James Brock's finest works, LeatherWings is fast paced, humor laced, and over-the-top. Schemes mix with blood, gore, and lots of explicit gay sex in this tale of power struggle, acceptance of what and who you are, and holding onto love with everything you have once you find it. Introduction: Raised by his out and over-the-top Uncle and their 'keeper of the house and rules' Marta, handsome orphan Carter Ellis seems to have it all: a loving home, the discipline to be a champion swimmer, and more money than an internet titan. He is kind, compassionate, caring and loyal, but he also has a few secrets. Carter's struggles, including his crush on the hot daddy next door, Ashford Tanner, are minor, however, compared to the hidden worlds that have been surrounding him his entire life. The secrets begin to give way when Carter learns that Ash and his young ward, Ty, are Vampires, creatures of the night who are working against an evil Vampiress and her honey sweet human "Renfrew" who is determined to help her employer take over the world, one bite at a time if need be! While pining for Ash (and reeling at the news that the object of his lust is among the undead!), young Carter diverts himself with work, a hot fling (who has a dark and a little smelly secret of his own) as well as his usual bickering banter with hot-as-a-Marine-in-a-jockstrap Ty. Thrown together to defend themselves against forces of the dark, Carter and Ty discover they have more in common than they realized, a long simmering attraction that had been hidden beneath a veneer of jealousy and hate. Excerpt: Ashford Connor appeared to be in his late forties and looked like a movie star of that same era. His lean, athletic torso was clothed in a pair of neatly pressed khaki pants, a light pink Ralph Lauren polo shirt stretched over his muscular chest. His often unruly shock of thick auburn hair had been combed into submission, piercing blue eyes were shielded by a pair of steel rim glasses which I knew were only for show. I smiled down at Ash while reaching into the coffin to pluck a pair of ear buds from his head. "Thank Jupiter for the New York Times," the handsome man in the casket said with a broad smile. "Uh huh. I'm sure it wasn't some trashy novel," I returned, with a trace of sarcasm which, given that I was late and nearly naked, was NOT called for. I went about picking up the electronic reader that had been resting on his chest as if nothing were unusual. Modern life had made some parts of being undead easier. Ash liked to be able to retire a little earlier than sunset some days and use his e-reader before he was turned into a statue in his dark, safe place. ****** Ty pushed my buttons, creeped me out (I had seen him feed), bugged me, tormented me, was a thorn in my side and just downright made me mad, but he DID NOT scare me. Oh, there were times he would make insinuations about what he could DO to me, yet no matter how Nosferatu he went on me, I just was not afraid of him. For one thing, he was too freaking cute to be afraid of. And besides, if he ever did try any funny business with me he would be on the receiving end of Ash's wrath, and the Gods of old help him then! He also got me hot. As much as I disliked his SO MANY bad qualities, he was one sexy vampire. So, yeah, despite some anger management issues, I often had carnal thoughts of Ty at the back of my mind.