Rian Sheridan is a foundling, a Falls Road corner boy, whose world went up in flames beside an Orangemen’s bonfire of hatred last July the Twelfth. A pain he barely remembers is a siren’s call, taunting him, daring him to find its source and lose himself to it. And he searches in the only place he knows, the S&M underground of Belfast.
Cuinn an Dearmad is the last surviving Fae Loremaster. He’s just seen the beginning of the death of the Realm, the home of the Fae race and their haven from the twisted evil of the Marfach. The only hope of saving the Realm starts with finding the Prince Royal of Fire he himself stole from the cradle, and lost in the human world, many years ago. He has a few guesses about where that hope ends, none of which bode well for him.
Rian and Cuinn are an impossible pairing, two SoulShared Fae. Any two Fae strike sparks, but these two Fae are an explosive combination. Drawn into an escalating series of sexual collisions, their passion will save — or destroy — two worlds.
The SoulShares series was a runner-up and double honorable mention, for Best Gay Fantasy Romance, 2014 Rainbow Awards; and a Finalist for Best Erotica, 2014 Preditors & Editors Readers Poll
Groaning again, Rian pulled a pillow over his head. How could something as good as what Cuinn did to him have made an even bigger balls-up of his life than it had been before? The only pleasure he’d ever known had come from pain. Before the night of the bonfire, he’d been something of a joke among his friends, the beautiful boy who’d never been kissed, not that he gave a fuck. It never mattered to him. On the Twalf, he’d embraced the pain. At first for the sweetness of the vengeance, a vengeance and a sweetness he’d known even then couldn’t be anything human. But there was more, beyond the pain, beyond the pleasure that followed on its heels. Each time he indulged his dark craving, there was a delicious terror, as something buried in him came closer to stirring to life. Something he feared, but something he needed. And whatever it was, since yesterday it was barreling down on him like a lorry with failed brakes.
The treatment Cuinn had given him in the coffee shop had done nothing for any of his needs. Not a fecking thing. Has anyone ever been gentle with you? the other Fae asked. Hell no, for he’d never wanted that.
Why was it so good, to get what he didn’t want, didn’t need, and couldn’t use?
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