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Keene, Monica M. Martin Reviews For TORRID TEASERS Volume 25 by Michael Keene & Monica M. Martin Vampiric Feast is a very sensual read. Monica Martin knows how to capture her readers from the first sentence. You will fall in love with the characters of this story. Rating: 4 Roses, Reviewed by Crystal for Sensual Reads The Loch Keeper is a magnificent and very sensual story, Michael Keene is an author to look out for. I hope one day there will be a sequel in the working for Craig and Graham. I would love to see what happens to them. ~Crystal, Sensual Reads and Reviews Sample Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 25 by Michael Keene & Monica M. Martin THE LOCH KEEPER The water was much warmer now that it was spring. Craig had been taking his early morning swim in his lake. He called it his lake, as he had found it last summer when he wandered through the woodlands that surrounded it. At first sight, it looked beautiful and picturesque. He had stood there at the lakeside and called across the water. His voice had echoed around the hillside and returned to him. He smiled as he remembered that first sight of what was now his home. He swam toward the shallow water and found his footing. As he waded up onto the bank, he stood there naked and took in the beauty of the scene around him. The sun was just rising and he felt good as he felt the warmth of it on his body. Running his fingers through his dark brown locks of curly hair—which he trimmed himself every so often—he contemplated the beauty before him. Then he swung his arms around his body in a form of early morning exercises. His body was fit and lean now. It had not been so when he first arrived from the city. He shuddered at the thought of his past life. Working in the city in an office environment had not been for him. Although he had tried to keep fit, the number of hours he spent at a desk had only made his muscles flabby again. Now, however, he was in great shape. Running his hands over his body, he scratched at his thick dark pubic hair. God, he was lucky to be alive in such a beautiful place. With the water still dripping off his body, he started walking back towards his wooden cabin in the clearing ahead. The kettle had boiled once, but he turned on the gas to reheat it. The sun now felt hot as he sat there at his rustic bench and rough wood table. The embers of the fire he had baked his potatoes over last evening still threw off a little heat. Picking up some small pieces of wood from the pile stacked against the outside of his cabin, he placed them into the ashes and within seconds, the fire was rekindled. Sitting down again, he took a mouthful of coffee from his enamel mug and then tore a chunk of bread from the loaf he had baked the day before. This was a basic way of eating, but it conformed to the lifestyle he had elected to live in an attempt to find himself. For here he was, living out in the wilds, and his only contact now with the outside world being when he had to go into town—some five miles away—for provisions. It was getting to the point where he was becoming a bit of a recluse, as even talking to the shopkeepers seemed an effort. He enjoyed his own company—he could do without people. When he first arrived at the lake, he had only intended to stay a few days out in the wild, so he had pitched his tent and settled down to enjoy the scenery. It was not until he went walking around the lake that he was approached by the landowner. At first, Craig thought he was going to be in trouble for being there, but as it turned out, he was welcomed. The owner, Richard Gower, had invited Craig to join him at his lodge the following day. It was well into that afternoon when Richard offered Craig a lowly paid job as keeper of the loch, mainly to watch out for poachers. The cabin came with the job, so here Craig was, twelve months later, and he hadn’t set eyes on the man since that meeting. His pay was always waiting for him at the post office in town, which was exactly the way he liked it since it left him free to think about his future. VAMPIRIC FEAST Violet Moon, Situated in modern Chatou, a protected neutral zone, Violet Moon was a popular dinner, dance and pick-up location for protected mortals and immortals alike. The owner, Claude Roux, a twenty-seven year old mortal, bought the club after the previous owner had succumbed to his fate five years before. He took the rundown tavern and turned it into a trendy nightspot, the in place to be in New Paris if one could afford the luxury, or was lucky enough to gain admittance… The protected ones rarely ventured into the exposed zones of Old Paris or into the country, as they would be at the mercy of the uncontrolled ones, both mortal and immortal. The same applied to the lawless ones, if caught venturing into New Paris without good reason. These individuals were usually broken and trained to serve their new masters and mistresses, and in rare incidences, New Parisians executed them. Mortal and immortal officials who kept the peace inside the zone administered New Parisian law with iron fists, hoping to avoid the bloodbath that occurred over two hundred years before, which initially split the old and new zones… Claude had never tasted life as an unprotected or enslaved being, thanks to Jean Roux, his father. Jean had rescued a protected female who’d wandered into the lawless zone thirty years before. Claire Challis had been the daughter of a wealthy New Parisian official. The High Council offered his father a new life in the protected zone for his bravery. He married the woman he rescued and they had two children, Claude and Jennifer. Due to Claude’s mixed heritage, the elite set of New Parisians deemed him undeserving, better he lick their boots than sit at their table. However, his well-rounded upbringing had taught him to appreciate his good fortune… It was beneath him to point out the obvious. Strobes pulsed to an electronic beat, bouncing off mirrored walls, chrome and red leather-covered furnishings. Heaving, hyperactive bodies moved in synchronization, limbs painting sweat back and forth, while mouths locked in gratuitous abandon. The sight was nothing new to Claude. The booths that lined the two walls opposite were full, except one, which had been booked every night since Tuesday the week before, making it one week and one day since the enigmatic immortal, Darius, and his followers had begun visiting his club. He let out a lengthy sigh. He couldn’t get Darius out of his head no matter how hard he tried. Night after night, he’d awakened from dreams wet and sweaty, with the dark immortal’s naked form firmly implanted in this mind. What he dreamed was rather alarming indeed. He’d never imagined having sexual relations with another man until Darius. I’m not gay! It’s just a phase I’m going through. |