Bought, Ravel, and Recoil feature different characters whose lives begin to come together in Owned and Temper.
When he agreed to take the fall for his pack leader’s failed attempts to help the Rebellion, Jace knew he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it. However, instead of the noble end he envisioned for himself, the werewolf finds himself at the mercy of a witch and his depraved games. Though he clings to his conviction that he can withstand anything his new master can dish out, it isn’t long before he realizes pride has no place in his life as the pet of the controlling Elias Ivers.
For years, Reese has hidden away in his home, refusing to venture out where he might have to face what reminds him of all that he’s lost. When Ashton, a human thief, breaks into his home one night, he doesn’t have a choice but to face the harsh truths of the world he’s turned his back on. He knows he supports the society monsters of myth and lore built upon the backs of humans through his silence, but the new leaders don’t tolerate sympathizers.
If a werewolf can’t act against the status quo without facing severe consequences, a human with Ashton’s cunning and experience circumventing supernatural predators certainly can’t risk drawing their attention. Their chance encounter leaves them both shaken and questioning whether they are living life as they were intended… or if surviving is really living at all.
Over the past decade, Khaz has watched as supernatural creatures like himself have turned the world into their own personal playground. Unlike the others, he didn’t benefit from the Takeover, and every time he sells himself to keep a roof over his head, he’s keenly aware of that fact. His landlord, a renowned slaver, offers him the chance to catch up on his rent by breaking a human.
Groomed to fight, Noah has survived by giving himself over to his hatred of those who took everything away from humanity. When the werewolf can’t break him, he’s given to the vampire instead — and he’s sure this will be no different. The problem is that even the harsh lessons the Rebellion taught him couldn’t prepare him for someone like Khaz… who always has an ace up his sleeve.
The Fate of the Fallen Series:
1. Bought: Jace & Elias. [Revised 01/2017]
2. Ravel: Ashton & Reese. [Revised 01/2017]
3. Recoil: Khaz & Noah. [Revised 01/2017]
4. Owned: Khaz & Noah, Jace & Elias. [Revised 03/2017]
5. Temper: Ashton & Reese, Jace & Elias.
6. Refraction: Khaz & Noah, Ashton & Reese (Jace & Elias)
*Please note that the Fate of the Fallen (previously Ripples in the Status Quo) world has little place for humanity, and as a result, content in these works may contain graphic scenes of depravity, cruelty, and violence — sexual or otherwise — that could be offensive and potentially triggering to some readers.*
There was no reason for him to want to touch a supe unless it was to strangle one of them — and that wouldn’t be very effective, considering Khaz didn’t have to breathe. Then again, if he could just snap the leech’s neck and immobilize him, Noah could steal a few moments to find the key and get the fuck out.
Which was obviously why he stood in the doorway, uncertain and unsure, instead of taking the chance to attack. His odds weren’t good, but it would be better than meekly accepting defeat. He could go down fighting, but he hesitated instead. Again.
More than that, why was he thinking about touching the creature?
Noah wasn’t sure if it was that he wanted to touch Khaz in particular or if he simply wanted to touch. It had been so long since he’d had anything like simple human contact. Here in this place, where he waited to be shattered, the lack had a keener edge than it had in years as he struggled to come to terms with his impending death.
He had thought for years that he would go to it without hesitation, and when he’d been fighting to protect himself or the other members of the Rebellion, that had been true. Here in this place, where he was alone and unsure, it wasn’t as clear.
He couldn’t even look away.
Blankets had gathered haphazardly at the foot of the bed, leaving every inch of decadently smooth skin on display. Noah couldn’t keep his traitorous mind from thinking that an artist’s fine hand had to have lovingly sculpted every line of that body. He noted the way the messy sandy hair fell about Khaz’s face and the way his lips offered a smirk unlike anything Noah had seen before. His gaze trailed right down to the slender waist he could already imagine his hands settling on…
His cheeks burned as he tried not to look at the sight before him, but one perfect feature after another had been locked into his mind. He forced himself to stop. He had to remember who this man was, even if he’d forgotten why he’d gone to Khaz’s room in the first place.
Who this vampire was.
He shouldn’t have been paying as much attention to the man’s looks as he was. It wasn’t like it would tell him anything important. He’d never been interested in men before. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d had much time to think about sex.
“Enjoying the view?” As usual, Khaz’s voice shattered his train of thought, undeniable smugness in his voice as he stretched and preened.
“There’s not much of a view. Just a pain in the ass fanger,” Noah retorted. A scowl twisting his lips, and his cheeks flushed red. Realizing he’d slipped and broken his silence for the first time in days, he clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He hadn’t meant to respond to any of the challenges Khaz taunted him with, but the vampire’s baiting made it next to impossible to resist.
“Oh, come on,” Khaz purred. “I’m good at what I do. It wouldn’t be that much of a pain in the ass.”