GUEST POST: Lock and Key by Z. Allora


I want to thank Because Two Men Are Better Than One for hosting a part of the Lock and Key’s blog tour.

Since we’re all shaped by our life experiences, I wanted to give you a peek at Zack’s life prior to Lock and Key. It is my hope with this 11-part prequel, readers will be able to piece together how some of Zack’s filters developed and will give them a better understanding of his reactions in Lock and Key.

Part 6 can be found out:

Part 7

“I want to see Dusty! He’d understand.” His younger brother’s demand had a note of challenge in it.

As if anyone understood about living in the shadows better than Zack.

“Jordy, we just saw him.” Zack kept his voice even and calm, hoping to contain his little brother’s angst. Their mother had her church group right on the other side of their closed bedroom door, sitting in a prayer circle.

“I just want to be myself. Is that asking too much?” Jordy paced between the beds.

No! Fuck it really wasn’t! Zack begged, “Jordon, you got to keep this to yourself… just until you graduate.”

“Why should I?”

Zack glanced at their closed bedroom door and whispered, “Because our mother is a brainwashed church-a-holic.”

Jordon folded his arms over his chest and stomped his foot. “I’m not staying in the closet and you can’t make me.”

Zack sighed and hated that Jordy was right. Jordon shouldn’t have to wait but—“Please not yet.”

“I have to be me. I’m tired of hiding.” Gone was the brat, replaced by a level of maturity Zack had never seen in his brother. Jordon seemed far older than sixteen.

Zack should have stopped the kid from leaving the room, but the amount of respect he had for his little brother paralyzed him.

His younger brother marched loud and proud while Zack hid and buried everything he was.

Zack didn’t know what Jordon had said in front of their mom’s holier-than-thou brigade because as usual he’d didn’t come out of the shadows. Only the screams of their mother’s denial reached him and the quick exodus of the church group slamming the front door on the way out.

His mother barged into their bedroom. “Did you know?”

“Um…” What could he say? “How could anyone not know” wasn’t helpful when speaking to someone with their head pushed so deep into the sand they had a view of China.

She waved him off in favor of glaring at Jordon. “Never mind. Dusty’s responsible! He can deal with your little brother. I’m done. I’m not having Sodom and Gomorrah in my house!”

Why did she think it was Dusty’s fault? Maybe she didn’t get orientation isn’t a choice. How had she ignored all the hints Jordon had dropped? Did she really not read any of his T-shirts? Everything the kid wore proclaimed he had been kissed by the rainbow.

This was insane. Zack had to reason with her. “Ma, he’s just a kid!”

“Oh, he’s no innocent,” she growled. She yanked Jordon’s purple duffel bag with the flower-embroidered handles out of the closet and started shoving Jordy’s clothing into it.

Jordon stood in the doorway, a single tear leaked from his eye but he wore a small smile. “At least, I don’t have to hide anymore.”

Part 8 will be at on July 6th.


Lock And Key by Z. Allora

Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.

Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.

After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.

Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.

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GIVEAWAY: Club Zombie Series by Z. Allora

Today we have a fabulous giveaway from Z. Allora as she joins us to share more about her Club Zombie series. There’s a copy of each book to be won.

  • Zombies Ahead (book #1)
  • Zombies Suck (book #2) releasing 15th March.

Zombies Suck Blurb

Forget undead corpses searching for brains. These zombies crave a different kind of head that keeps them young forever. Club Zombie offers safe haven, providing sexy ways to extract what they need from patrons, and the opportunity to find their destined mate.

Alex Waterman is ashamed of his “vile, unnatural desires” and lives a in a desolate world of loneliness and suffering until discovering… it’s not his life. Suddenly he’s swept away to a place where his desires aren’t evil, they’re a mark of the dominant he’s born to be, and appreciative stares and aggressive flirting replace fear and self-loathing. But one night stands aren’t on the menu: Alex seeks “the one” to complete the missing piece of his soul.

Boy-next-door Ulrich calls to Alex, as does the gorgeous but self-destructive Cutter, and an element of irresistible danger clings to bad boy Storm. How can Alex decide between three tempting possibilities?

Maybe he should keep them all…


Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Club Zombie’s flashing neon lights promised all those in attendance a night of debauchery. Storm pulled his Camry into an almost empty lot and parked right next to the entrance.

His best friend glanced over at him with an expression that screamed, “WTF!” but instead of voicing the obscenity, Cutter asked, “Is this club even open?”

Damn it! This was Storm’s fucked up luck. It was obvious the club wasn’t the place to be on Thursday nights.  He shrugged. “They only just started having under twenty-one nights. Maybe it’s slow tonight.”

“Hmmm, okay.” Cutter unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned forward, and checked his liner in the lighted mirror on the sun visor.

“Besides, it’ll be easier to get you laid without all the trolls.” The words were bitter, but Storm needed to fill the silence.

Cut slapped the mirror lid closed, flipped the visor up with a snap, and glared at him. “I don’t need or want your assistance.”

Storm restrained a sigh. Of course Cutter didn’t want help, nor would he need any. Cutter was exquisite in an emo, brooding sort of way, though guys in their small Southern town didn’t appreciate Cut. Unfortunately, Storm was positive Cutter’s charms wouldn’t be ignored in Club Zombie.

“Do you want to die a virgin?” Cutter going off with someone might kill Storm. Fuck, he’d suck it up! There wasn’t a choice. Cutter needed to get over what Storm couldn’t offer, at least not until he got out from under his family’s thumb.

“Shut the hell up!” Cutter jumped out of the car and slammed the door.

Storm caught up with him at the big wooden doors of the club entrance. He fished for his driver’s license and handed the identification to a guy who was probably only a couple years older than him.


Shit! “Yes, that’s my name.” Would his name ease the way or glue the entrance shut? His father’s run for the mayor’s office, and now successful law office, was a mixed bag. Had dear old Dad screwed this guy over, or someone he knew, in his bid for public office?

“I don’t give a shit who your daddy is. You’ll follow the club rules or my boot will introduce itself to your ass,” the guy warned him as though Storm had broken the club’s rules regularly.

Probably not wise to point out the man had on loafers and not boots. Jesus, Storm was sick of paying for things he didn’t do. “I plan to.”

“You both eighteen?” the man asked with a healthy dose of skepticism as he looked them up and down.

“Yeah, we graduated last week.”

“High school?” After a nod from Cutter, the guy continued, “Midnight is the witching hour. We clear everyone out and only twenty-one and older will be allowed back into the club. Do us both a favor and don’t try to sneak past me, ’cause I don’t give a shit whose condom broke…”

Storm rolled his eyes. Fuck, most days he tried to forget who his father was. “Got it.”

Cutter nodded.

“I’m serious,” the bouncer claimed. “Enjoy your night.”

Goddamn it! Storm pulled open the club door. The wind must have caught it because the wood flew open and banged against the wall.

“That’s one way to make an entrance.” Cutter paused at the top of the stairs.

Storm appreciated the décor, a potent taste of sultan’s harem. Lush fabrics in jewel tones covered the chaise lounges, chairs, and love seats scattered around appealing to his hedonistic nature. Scarves dripped from the ceiling in the same rich purples, indigos, and mauves.


Storm zoned in on two blonds who were at the table closest to the door. One had tipped over his chair when he stood. Both stared at Storm and Cut.

The kid embodying bubblegum and pop music bounced over to them, dragging an underwear model in his wake. “Hi. Welcome to Club Zombie.”

Storm hated to give his father credit for anything, but he’d forced him to learn how to present disinterest. It confuses the other party and gives you more power. He gave the welcome committee a casual, “Hey.”

Mr. Model didn’t even look at him. Storm had seen his type before: so pretty he probably jerked off to his own reflection.  Ha. Storm figured the only time he’d picked up a book was to practice his runway walk. Did the guy think he was better than everyone else? Screw him!

The cute blue-eyed kid asked with an accent, “Um, first time here?”

Going for shock value, Storm answered, “Yeah. Heard a guy could get some pretty easily here.” He smirked and gave the gorgeous clothing hanger a once over.

Cutter growled, “Stop eye-fucking the guy.”

The model blushed and shot a glance toward the exit. Was he seeking an escape route? Weird. Storm was sure he’d have darted away, but the other kid gripped his wrist, keeping him in place.

Fuck! Storm was determined to get a reaction from Mr. Sexy. All in. “I bet you’d put out.”

Hurt crossed the model’s face before he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze into an icy glare; one a haughty elven prince would be proud to wear. “Go in back if you want to get laid.” Gorgeous tugged his wrist out of the kid’s grip and stomped his way back to their drinks.

“Hey, what’s wrong with your girlfriend over there?” Storm failed to keep the interest out of his voice even when he attempted retaliation. Why the hell did he care if the walking anime character blew him off?

Cutter fluttered his eyelashes and asked the brown-haired kid,  “So, um… what’s your name?”

The kid beamed as if he’d won the lottery. “Ulrich Bauer. What’s yours?”

Storm decided to stay in the conversation and answered for both of them, “I’m Storm and he’s Cutter.”

“Cutter.” Ulrich repeated the name with the reverence of an enchanted spell and blushed. “Um, you want to sit with us?”

Cutter shifted his gaze to Storm, and then he refocused on Ulrich and gave a jerky nod.

Ulrich led them to the table and introduced them to The Prince of Pretty. “This is Cutter and Storm. This is my roommate Alex Waterman.”

Alex didn’t spare Storm a glance but smiled at Cutter. “Is Cutter short for something?”

The beauty king did speak!

Cutter nodded and sat down. “Cutler Morgan. But I hate that name!” He grinned and then turned to Ulrich. “You have an accent. Where are you from?”

Storm didn’t fit in. “Well, since the Elfin King directed me to the back room…”

“Storm!” Cut growled.

Storm swaggered toward the shadows in the back of the club. He didn’t look back. If he did, he’d never do this.

Cutter had to find someone who could give him what he needed. Logic dictated Storm should play by his father’s rules until he got through college and was able to support himself. He couldn’t be what Cutter needed him to be… not yet, but Storm knew Cutter needed someone now.

Storm tripped past the wall placard naming a particular hallway “BJ Alley” and escaped into a private bathroom. Thank fuck the club saw fit to have single restrooms. Fancy! He locked the door, pulled out his phone. and sat in the plush corner chair.

His phone chimed as if on cue. His brother texted him, “Father’s on the warpath.”

Ha, when was Ethan McGrath, Sr. not? He texted back, “Thanx.”

His brother always followed the McGrath family rules as law handed down by God himself. Erick should’ve been the heir instead of the spare. Their father certainly made that fact known whenever Storm was within screaming distance.

Storm checked his social media pages. Just the usual bitches and whines from people he didn’t know.

Ten minutes. Hmmm, was that enough time for the average hookup? Better check his e-mail. He didn’t want to look like a minuteman. Might as well use the facilities while he was here too. He ran water through his hair. Yeah, that passed as sweat.

He plastered on an  “I got lucky” face and strutted back to the table. Cutter was laughing. Storm grabbed a chair, twirled it around, and straddled it. He nabbed Cut’s drink and gulped the soda.

Cutter frowned and narrowed his eyes. “Uli said they have music tomorrow night.”

“So?” Storm failed to see how that increased Cut’s chance of getting laid. Fuck, he seemed too gleeful. Had the Ice King or Mr. Happy put out?

“We want you both to come back,” Ulrich invited him, but a slight hesitation made it clear to Storm the offer was made out of obligation.

Storm glanced at Alex. Not being able to resist teasing, he asked, “Would you miss me if I didn’t show up?”

Alex met and held his gaze. “Yes.”

Well, fuck!





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About the author

Every one deserves a happy ending… (and Z. Allora makes sure they get one). She’s written hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers– stories about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. Utilizing her extensive foreign travels, she brings readers to places they’ve yet to visit, introducing them to cultures they’ve yet to explore. But with every word she writes she hope to convey that love is love. She welcomes contact and looks forward to hearing from her “pretties”!

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Want to know more about the first book in the series? Read on 🙂



Zombies suck, but they’re not after brains! Forget mindless rotting corpses shuffling along. These zombies are young, hot, and looking for action. One day Kai Bauer is tending vineyards in Germany, the next he’s on a plane heading for… well, he doesn’t really know. Wait a minute! He’s a what? And they have to drink what to live forever? The transition begins on his nineteenth birthday. He must find a mate in four years or he’ll have a long, un-fun life.

That’s Jasper’s problem too. After decades, the ex-priest has given up on finding a mate. He’s willing to be Kai’s mentor and friend. Gorgeous, distant, and off-limits, meet young, virile, and gay.


Chapter 3: An Apple A Day

Kai slouched on an examining table while he stared at the books lining the doctor’s office. He wouldn’t have expected to see The History Of Zombies and Zombies In Cinema mixed in with the medical books.

A young male nurse said, “Just a pinch,” as he drew Kai’s blood.

Beau kept him company while he waited for the doctor.

A tall man entered, nodded to Beau, and reached out to shake Kai’s hand. “Hi, I’m Dr. Mayer.”

Kai was glad when the handshake ended and he could drop his hand. The doctor appeared young to Kai, but what did he know? “I’ve confirmed it. You have the tags in your blood.”

What tags in his blood?

The doctor studied Kai. “How do you feel right now?” He moved his hands over Kai’s neck and down his arms.

“Fine?” Exhaustion kept the panic out of his voice but not the confusion. Close to collapse described his physical state, but he didn’t want them to know that, hoping to play it off.

The doctor bobbed his head again and flashed a light in Kai’s eyes. “Open your mouth,” he instructed before he peered inside. “It’s almost your birthday isn’t it?”

Kai had nearly forgotten with all the excitement. He glanced up at the big clock on the wall to do the time difference in his head. “Yeah, if I was in Germany I would be nineteen in about two hours.”

“Good timing.” The doctor went to a mini refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a vial. “Here.”

“What’s this?” Kai stared at the glass tube.

“Um, it’s a bit of fructose sugar, water, vitamin C, citric acid, some enzymes, protein, phosphate, bicarbonate buffers, and a touch of zinc. You’ll want to drink this.” The doctor patted him on the back. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” Kai took the tiny glass bottle from the doctor and studied the liquid. It didn’t sound like poison.

He pulled out the red stopper and sniffed. Mother of God, the liquid smelled intoxicating. He tipped the contents into his mouth. The creamy substance exploded across his taste buds. It was by far the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth, and he moaned as he swallowed.

Beau chuckled.

Dr. Mayer turned away to shuffle papers in his file, but Kai saw the man’s grin.

“That’s the best medicine I’ve ever tasted.” Kai wished his tongue fit inside the vial, because he would have licked the inside clean.

Laughing harder, Beau wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, honey. You’re priceless.”

“What?” Getting no help from Beau, Kai stared at the doctor with an open mouth. “I don’t understand.”

“How do you feel?” the doctor asked.

“Great.” Pure energy shot through him. “Like my jetlag is gone.”

“Jetlag?” The doctor stared at Kai and then glared at Beau. “Did you tell him anything?”

Beau flushed and shrugged. “You do a much better job than we ever do.”

Dr. Mayer shook his head and said to Kai, “You’ll keep getting better for the next twelve hours, and then the effects will start to wear off. Twenty-four hours from now you’ll experience a dramatic drop in your mental capacity. You’ll be dazed and confused until you have more.”

“More? Why do I need that medication? Am I dying?” That would just be his freaking luck! To be free from his constricting life and now he was going to die! Great! Just great!

The doctor pushed his glasses up. “You’re not dying. Quite the opposite.”

What did that mean? Kai waited for the doctor to continue.

“You’re transitioning. You’re becoming more than what you are.”

That didn’t explain a whole hell of a lot. “Please, Doc, spell it out.”

The doctor took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He inhaled deeply and then gazed at Kai. “You’re transitioning… you’re becoming a zombie.” He didn’t even pause to take a breath. “Not like in the movies though.”

Kai didn’t believe what he was hearing. His English translation must be wrong. He glanced over at Beau and asked, “Ein Monster?”

Beau said, “Ein Monster. Yes. A zombie.”

“What? Is this a joke?” Impossible. Maybe it was one of those silly American television shows Ulrich made him watch where they played tricks on people.

“No,” the doctor answered, regaining his attention. “The upside is your body can live forever.”

“And what… the downside is I eat brains?” His voice rose and he laughed hysterically. All the zombie movies and TV shows he’d ever seen depicted were rotting corpses searching for brains to eat until the townspeople put them out of their misery —not a pleasant future.

“Zombies do not eat brains.” The doctor sighed as if he said that a thousand times a day.

Beau groaned.

The doctor pointed his glasses at Beau. “I told you in 1936 that the White Zombie movie would affect us for generations.” He growled, “And each generation seems to come out with more distortions to the zombie lore. Why can’t they stick to vampires and werewolves?”

Trapped in a Salvador Dali painting, Kai didn’t see a path out of this surreal insanity.

The doctor stared at Kai with a soft frown. “It might help if you think of it as a protein deficiency.”

Being a zombie was a protein deficiency? Kai’s world shifted and now he’d stepped into a half-formed nightmare. Calm, he needed to stay even. “Just tell me the truth.”

Dr. Mayer put his glasses back on and clasped his hands in front of him as he cleared his throat. “Basically, Beau, Lafayette and some of the others gather zombies right before they go through their transition. Our goal is to ease the way for as many as possible.”

Kai leaned away from the doctor. “Are you a zombie too?”

“Yes. See, I didn’t eat your brains. I wasn’t even tempted.” The doctor smiled at his joke that wasn’t funny to Kai. “Lafayette and Beau didn’t either.”

“So you’re a zombie too.” Kai took a deep breath, trying to calm his spinning thoughts. “You know this sounds crazy.”

Both Beau and the doctor nodded.

Kai asked Beau, “Why did you really bring me here?” Perhaps this is how they started, so whatever they actually did wouldn’t seem totally off the wall.

Beau gawked at the doctor with wide eyes for a moment. “By bringing you here, we can make sure you get what you need.”

“That medicine?” Kai surmised. Now that his head was clear he wanted to know what in the hell was going on.

Beau didn’t answer, so Kai directed his attention back to the doctor.

The doctor glared at Beau and then answered Kai, “Zombies need a protein essence that is found in what I gave you.”

“O …kay. So what was it?” Cue the creepy horror-movie theme song. Whatever the doctor said next, Kai wasn’t gonna like.


“What?” Kai must not have heard right.

“Semen,” the doctor repeated giving the word three syllables.

No! What? Kai stared at Beau, and clarified, “Sperma? Samen?” Kai focused to find the English word. “As in sperm? As in spunk? As in jism…as in…” He ran out of English vernacular to continue his list. Oh God! He hadn’t just… Kai ran to the sink, turned on the taps, and rinsed his mouth. Semen?

And he’d liked it?

Dr. Mayer nodded. “Yes, ejaculate. You’ll need more every twenty-four hours or you’ll become disoriented like you were, but worse. If you don’t get what you need, eventually your body will cease to function.”

Kai shook his head in disbelief. “I have to whack off and eat my own sperm?” Oh no! What if he swallowed the doctor’s spooge? Gross!

“No!” Beau exclaimed. “Unless, of course, you want to…. We don’t judge.”

Kai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was almost funny. Why did Beau feel the need to reassure him that eating his own come was okay? Had Kai landed in a brothel?

Did the doctor see how Beau misread the entire situation?

Dr. Mayer cracked a smile and answered Kai’s question, “What you produce won’t give you the protein you need.”

But the doctor’s comment didn’t stop Beau from continuing, “That’s why we started Club Zombie. You can get what you need, and hopefully find your mate.”

“My mate?” Kai asked the doctor because the man talking didn’t seemed to understand how upsetting and confusing these revelations were to him.

The doctor cleared his throat. “We each have a mate, and when you bond with them, you’ll only need each other.”

Kai stared at Beau. “So Lafayette is your mate?”

Beau smiled dreamily and sighed. “Lafayette is everything to me. He’s the very air I breathe.”

The doctor rolled his eyes at the lovesick man. “You can take that as a yes. But those of us who haven’t found our mates survive on others’ essences.”

“Essence is come. You drink come.” If Kai said it enough maybe someone would say that wasn’t the case. He jumped back up on the exam table.

“Well… yes, for lack of a better way of putting it,” the doctor said.

Beau grinned. “You’ll love Club Zombie. There’re all kinds of different and exciting ways to fulfill your need for essence so you won’t have to deal with vials again.”

Kai asked, “What do you mean?”

“Straight from the source,” Beau confirmed Kai’s fear.

Kai frowned. “Um, okay, but I’m not gay.”

“Of course you are,” Beau stated as if he knew better than Kai.

“No, I’m not.” He wasn’t. Kai had never been with a guy. Whenever his mind went in that direction he simply changed gears and thought about something else. His uncle had made it clear that homosexuality was something he wouldn’t tolerate in his home.

Dr. Mayer folded his arms and stared off into the space between the far wall filled with books and the ceiling.

Beau gasped. “Doc, is that possible?”

The doctor turned towards Beau for a moment and shrugged. “Everything is possible, regardless of the implausibility of it.” He inspected Kai with knowing eyes. “We might never have experienced this strain. I’ll do more research.”

“Do that! ‘Cause I’m not gay,” Kai restated so there was no misunderstanding. He ignored the zing of desire to get essence in a more direct fashion and asked, “What else should I know?”

Beau folded his arms tight around himself and enunciated his words as if he were weighing each one. “Well, once the transition begins, you’ll require… medicine to function as you normally would. Transition begins on the nineteenth birthday.”

Kai wondered aloud, “Why didn’t you get me sooner?”

Beau exhaled hard. “We’ve been watching you.”

Kai gasped. Stalker much?

Dr. Mayer interjected, “Usually the subject is more willing to come here once the transition is close at hand. You’re more pliable when you need essence.”

Kai swung his legs back and forth. That much was true. It was insane to hop a plane out of his country with strangers…

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Beau sounded sincere. “We find this is the easiest way.”

“And after a zombie finds his mate?” Kai asked, hoping there was a way out.

The doctor shut that door to hope. “You’ll still need medicine, but only from your mate.”

Did the doctor think calling it “medicine” would help him deal with the idea better? Why did the stuff in the vial taste so incredible? “Anything else?” He wanted everything on the table so he might deal with the crazy all at once.

Beau gestured to the doctor.

Dr. Mayer glowered at Beau. “Without a mate, once the transition is complete, zombies lose the ability to reach climax.”

“What? When?” Kai’s voice raised an octave.

“At age twenty-three, our aging stops, along with other things. Don’t worry, your functions return when you find your mate.” Beau held his hands up.

“But my mate wouldn’t have sperm,” Kai pointed, out since he’d be mated to a female. It didn’t bother him to think about getting married to a woman in the abstract. That’s what was expected of him. However, the addition of a time limit and the many husbandly duties made him rather uncomfortable. He’d deal with that at a later date. He had enough cans of worms opened at this point in time, and they were squirming all over the floor.

The doctor raised his hands in a calming motion to Kai, but it also stopped Beau from saying something else. “That’s why I’ll do further research and figure out a plan of action.”

Wonderful! Kai would lose one of the few things that gave him pleasure. But he shouldn’t worry ‘cause Dr. Mayer would develop a plan for when he lost the ability to get off? Was there an escape hatch?

Kai craved the exhaustion, then at least he’d sleep for a week, blocking out all of this craziness.

Never one to be a freeloader, Kai asked, “So, what’s my job?”

The doctor cleared his throat and folded his arms. “Beau?”

Beau answered with a grin. “Finding your mate is your job.”

“Wonderful,” Kai said, shaking his head. “Then?”

Beau said, “Well, then as a mated couple, you help retrieve other newbies before they can get into a bad situation. Or you can have a career. It depends on you.”

Turning toward the doctor Beau said, “He and Jasper would have a lot in common.”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. “That might be. Their families are both from Germany.” He searched Kai’s face. “You might give it a try.”

Kai didn’t ask who Jasper was, because he had a feeling he going to find out… whether he wanted to or not.

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Giveaway and extended excerpt: With Wings by Z. Allora

Releases today 5th September!

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With Wings

The Dark Angels #1

by Z. Allora

Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Publication Date: Sept 5, 2014
Word Count: 79,000

The blurb

The lights go down and stage lights up. The Dark Angels have arrived. With his come-hither voice and body made for sin, lead singer Angel Luv draws lovers like a magnet. And when he caresses and taunts shy guitarist Darius Stone on stage, well…it’s an act, right? But every touch lights a fire, and every flirtatious glance chips away at Dare’s certainty that he’s straight. No one else has so captured his imagination.

Temptation beckons. It’s hard not to notice the want in Dare’s eyes, the way he stares when he thinks Angel’s not watching. One wrong move might scare him away, but a work trip to exotic Bali might be the perfect place to let Dare explore his sexuality, with none to be the wiser. But their “friends with benefits” pact has an expiration date, that just might sour their friendship.


Chapter 1

The drunks in the hole-in-the wall bar were there to get laid, not to listen to Darius Stone play guitar with a gloried cover band. Fuck it, he didn’t care. He pretended his twist on another band’s musical hits was the reason a major fight hadn’t broken out in over a week and the police hadn’t intervened in over a month. It didn’t matter that the bar owner tried to cheat the band out of their take of the door. He was playing in New York City, and that helped block out the negative dialogue still powerful enough to slip around his wall of defense.

His father’s words nagged, questioning Dare’s sanity and his moral compass for following his rock and roll dreams. He’d heard the slurs and skewed stereotypes a thousand times, but each insult still stung. Musicians are nothing but a bunch of druggies and sex-depraved homos. If you’re going to play at being a musician, at least play a respectable instrument like the piano. You’re going to wind up in some alley OD’ed.

Not even the abusive words Darius carried in his heart could dissuade him from his love for the guitar. While his buddies had saved up to buy cars, he’d put his pennies away to buy a Fender American Standard Stratocaster electric guitar in ebony burst black. Every performance convinced Darius he’d made the right decision. The guitar was his first and only love.

When his eyes adjusted to the stage lights, he raised his head and was jolted by an instant connection. The guy from last night was back. Dressed in all black, he sat in the same seat, his amber eyes seeming to Dare’s fingers as they played each note. Guitar wails bridged the gap, joining them. He’d never felt so drawn to a fan, and remained captivated by the stranger throughout the entire set.

He closed his eyes and bent his fingers over the guitar’s strings, stroking out one last vibrato. Fuck, he was on fire tonight. The music injected a burst of love, mixed with lust, and the most incredible satisfaction imaginable, with an adrenalin chaser into his blood. All made better by the unique link he’d forged with the amber-eyed stranger. The connection nourished something in his soul. Nothing else came close to this kind of ecstasy—not even sex.

Fucking A, that was awesome. He opened his eyes, but now, with the music done, he avoided the stranger’s gaze and jumped off the tiny stage. It was weird to have been so deeply connected with a member of the audience. He hoped the guy didn’t get the wrong idea about him.

His gaze skated over to the guy in black, still there. He never socialized, and waved off anyone who approached. The guy’s focus remained on Darius, quite a feat since the outlandish lead singer, Paul Martin, usually demanded everyone’s attention. The shirt Paul had torn from his body, now in tatters littering the stage, was evidence that he’d do anything to get the audience’s love.

Darius hated most of the members of this lazy-assed band he’d fallen in with as a temporary replacement three years ago. On a daily basis he questioned why he’d agreed to play with a bunch of losers who thought the name “Doesn’t Matter” ironic.

But holy hell, he flew tonight. Until he found another band, he couldn’t walk away from this feeling. When it was good, there was no better high. He’d read somewhere that intermittent reinforcement was the strongest form—he’d have to agree.

He tipped his head so a lock of hair would hide his eyes while on stage fell forward. The same move worked offstage as well, allowing him to stare back at the man who appeared to be eye-fucking him.

The guy’s cool confidence could be experienced across the room. His black-polished nails ran through his hair, and he licked his full lips as if savoring something delicious. An odd sensation spread through Darius, but he refused to name it. If he were interested in guys, yeah, this would be the one for him. But Darius was straight.

As if on cue, Paige Rimsky, college student, fan, and his current fuck buddy, bounced over, reinforcing the simple fact of his heterosexuality. The celebration in her voice almost erased his unease. “I told you sitting in on the master’s class would up your game. Your phrasing was flawless tonight. I…”

She followed his line of sight. “Oh, were you showing off for tall, dark, and yummy?”

“What? No!” Maybe a little, no, the connection was just so… Why was the guy here again?

Paige put her hands up and laughed, drawing his attention. “Don’t get defensive, Dare. I’m just asking. Hell, I’d do him.”

Dare pushed his hair out of his eyes and focused on his maybe friend.

Her teasing smile turned into a dirty giggle. “I’d do you both.”

Fuck, rolling around in the sheets with the man in black and Paige wasn’t the image he needed in his head. He let his hair fall back to hide his eyes and fumbled with releasing his guitar strap. Since he’d forgotten to unplug the instrument before jumping off the stage, the wire tangled with his strap.

His sometimes bed partner snorted inelegantly, standing by waiting for him to de-wire himself. “So, who is Mr. Hotness Intensified? You think he’s as emo and sensitive as he appears?”

“No clue.” Best not to dwell on the answer to her questions, and he didn’t want to analyze why he’d love to know the guy. Untangled from the lead he’d failed to unplug earlier, he reached back to put his guitar on its stand.

“Well, he’s gorgeous. I’d fuck him.” Her voice was probably louder than she intended, and carried to their least favorite person.

Ace Starr, the asshole drummer of the band, came up and groped her. “You’d fuck anyone.”

“Anyone but you. Now take your goddamned hand off my ass or I’m going to put my fist in your fucking face.” She leaned into him and he winced.

Ouch! Damn, crunching the asshole’s foot with her heel must have hurt like hell. Paige had grown up in the foster care system and could take care of herself, but Dare was sorry she had to be on guard. If he jumped to her defense, though, she’d eviscerate him. All he could do was keep an eye out to make sure Ace and all the other assholes that crossed her path, in a bad way, were put in their places.

Ace released her ass and attempted an apologetic look. “Sorry, baby cakes. Hey, why don’t you come home with a real man tonight and not some demented elf?”

“Fuck off.” She wrapped an arm around Darius and continued to glare at numb nuts.

“Oh, honey, I would fuck you till the sun came up.” Ace used what he probably considered a sexy purr on her.

“Eww… Why would I want to do that?” Her beautiful face scrunched up, like screwing Ace was the worst possible fate.

Darius couldn’t hold in his laughter. Paige could be a real bitch when the situation called for it. Damn, he was just glad she liked him.

His gaze traveled back to the man in black. The stranger sipped a liquid with a crooked smile on his face. His expression sparkled with a little too much glee, making Darius wonder if the guy heard more than Paige’s outburst. Fuck. He didn’t need this right now.

Ace slunk away to search for a bed partner with lower standards than Paige’s. She nudged Darius. “So, my demented elf, you wanna get laid?”

Dare returned to the stage to buy time. When he twisted back around, the guy in black was gone, vanished. Fuck! Why did regret replace the nervous butterflies dancing in Dare’s belly? So what if he never got the chance to speak to the stranger?

Paige cleared her throat. She’d never had to ask twice. “So?”

No. Yes. No. “Not tonight.” He hated himself for putting a frown on her face.

“Got a headache?” She mocked him until she glanced over at the empty table. “Ah, say what you want, but I think you’re crushing on him.”

“I’m straight,” Dare protested.

“Whatever. Everyone is fluid. Some people just acknowledge it easier than others.” Spoken like a true pansexual, she was convinced everyone would be happier being gender blind and following attraction wherever it led. Paige taunted him, “Darius has a boy crush.”


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Every one deserves a happy ending… (and I make sure they get one). I have written about hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers. My stories are about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. I utilize my time overseas and my travels to bring you to places you’ve yet to visit. I introduce you to cultures you’ve yet to explore. But with every word I write I hope to convey love is love. I look forward to hearing from you, my Pretties!

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