Sky Streamers – Book Two
Miln and Oshki travel to the year 1847 where they track down Randle Nyerscot, a potential killer, but their journey into the past isn’t the lovers’ getaway they hoped it would be. Miln soon realizes there’s trouble in their historical paradise. It’s his duty to protect others, but his new, much-younger mate insists their love should always come first, setting them at odds with one another.
With the help of a local, Miln discovers an orphanage held hostage and a killer injecting victims with the Bone Eater virus. Forced to make drastic decisions, he must fight for everyone’s lives to save future Earth.
Can he make amends with Oshki? Or will Miln be forced to choose duty over love once more?
Genre: Paranormal, adventure, erotic, sci-fi, GLBT/gay, futuristic, western romance, historical, time travel
Heat level: 5
Word count – 28k
Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs
“Please, fierce one. Let us be together tonight.”
Desire surged through him. Oh how he wanted Oshki, wanted to hear his partner’s lusty shouts filling their chamber, but…he couldn’t. He didn’t dare. Tapio was crafty, and it wouldn’t surprise him to discover surveillance kerks attached to their possessions or even craftily woven in their clothes. It was just too soon.
“Well?” He smoothed his other hand down Miln’s bare arm.
“I do not want you angry with me, nor do I want to hurt you.” Worry prickled his conscience. He stepped back and stalked across the chamber to a long, padded bench with a back on it. He stared at the opposite wall, its surface a dreadful gray. He much preferred the vivid colors of Azutu. “It is too soon. If we are together physically, we run the chance of being caught.”
Oshki’s deep, rolling chuckle wrapped around him, inspiring more desire to course through his veins. If only his lover truly knew how much he needed him.
“By the Twelve Galaxies, how would Tapio even know? We are millions of telens away from the Ruling Body of Planets.”
“Through kerks, that is how.” That one simple sentence nearly choked him.
“You are serious?” Shock laced Oshki’s voice. “You actually believe Tapio would have had someone attach kerks to our belongings? Are we that much of a concern to him that he would track us all the way to Earth?”
Keeping his back to him, Miln shrugged. He couldn’t bear to turn around and see the stunned look he knew was on his mate’s face. “He is a controller and he hates us.”
“But we would need a kerkviaa to detect them, if there are any at all.”
“I know,” Miln replied.
“Are you not making assumptions?”
He shook his head. “Tapio suspected all along that we were in love. Have you forgotten security nearly caught us the first time we consummated our union? What makes you think he would not keep track of us here, too?”
“I do not believe it!”
The sudden, agonized shout startled him. He flinched and then slowly faced his mate whose eyes blazed bright silver.
Oski breathed heavily through his nose, his mouth a firm, grim line. “You are afraid!” Both fists clenched as his sides, he yelled, “You allow your fear to rule your life—our lives! Why must you always push me away?”
The worst was happening right in front of him and he was at a loss how to avoid the disaster.
Azura Ice writes several subgenres of romance, which includes but is not limited to het, ménage, m/m and can be set in contemporary times or even in a faraway world or another dimension. Azura's muse leads her by the hand, and her fingers do the light-speed typing.
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