Author: kasiabacon
RED:Lázhien’s human. A common Imperial soldier. And my soulmate.How could fate get it so wrong?The demon in me craves this bond with every shred of his being. He pushes me to accept it. This time I won’t yield to his demands.LÁZHIEN:Red’s a lust demon, a whore and a stuck-up snob.The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Pain in the arse. And he hates my guts.I’d be an idiot to pursue him. Yet … guts.I’d be an idiot to pursue him. Yet something about him compels me to make him mine.When I First Saw Red is a complete and standalone short…
As the Light Festival draws near, the Něssyrians craft paper lanterns, awaiting the most important holiday of the year. The Lyliňg Fighting House, too, prepares for celebration—by laying fresh sand onto the arena and setting up a match against their top pit fighter, the unrivalled Yüuzuki Ōren.His last match. One he can’t win.With the odds more than stacked against him, the gorgeous Barbarian is … against him, the gorgeous Barbarian is as good as dead. Unless his lover, healer Ĥaiatto Ẽkana, proves himself every bit as determined as he is clever and finds a way to protect the man he’d stop…
Lieutenant Laahn Ĉortez is about to sit down to his well-deserved supper when destiny hits—winged, scaled and more than a little tipsy.Rago is a fated mates/forced proximity short story from The Order Universe, featuring a puffing dragon shifter and a romp in the fencing hall.
Verhan Tŭrryés of Black Mountain is a handful.Freshly enlisted in the Highland Regiment, he does all he can to steer clear of responsibility and commitment. Just not his cup of mead, that. Loose of tongue and even looser of morals, he rarely misses an opportunity to get into trouble—and into the other archers’ knickers, too.In a unit composed almost entirely of Dark Elves, Hernan Seinnés, with … Hernan Seinnés, with his green eyes and auburn hair, is an outsider. When Verhan, up the creek again, is blackmailed into helping Hernan, he never expects to fall for him. But during the…
I, Ervyn Morryés of the Black Mountain clan, know all about control.As the only fair-haired Dark Elf in the Highlands, I had to learn to control my fists and my temper in the face of derision. To become the best archer amongst my peers, I had to learn to control my breathing and my movements.But the day the half-breed called Lochan Féyes arrived at the training camp, my discipline faltered. … discipline faltered. Because—sweet gods—when I am around that aloof, blue-eyed assassin, my need is uncontrollable. more