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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
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Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves (Folk Lore #2)

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--- You are responsible for what you tame ---
Yevhen. Forest ranger. Werewolf. Stifled by pack rules. Radek. Foxy ginger brat. Changeling. Will avoid responsibility at all cost.
Banished from his pack for being gay, Yev has one last chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his family. He needs to stick to the rules for a year, and bury his sexuality forever. Shouldn’t be so hard, since he can’t have a relationship with a human without revealing his werewolf nature.
That is until one night, a drunk ginger brat points a rifle in his face. Radek finished University months ago but thinking about the future is not on his agenda. Life would be great if he could just avoid any and all responsibilities.
He doesn’t want to be his mom’s caregiver, doesn’t want to take over the family fox farm, doesn’t want to return to his village, and doesn’t want a steady boyfriend.
His world turns upside down when he’s arrested by an infuriatingly attractive forest ranger. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s now hunted by werewolves for discovering their drug smuggling operation, and… he turned into a fox!?
Helpless and wounded, he seeks sanctuary with the very man who got him into this mess, but what’s a fox to do? If there’s someone who can help him understand his changeling origin, it’s Yev. A werewolf.
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Genre: Paranormal M/M romance with dark elements ****Contains scorching hot, emotional, explicit scenes with a hint of kink and lots of biting! ***Themes: Folklore, forbidden love, hurt/comfort, little town, homophobia, coming out, fish out of water, shifters, discovering magic, age gap, size difference, changeling, animal rights activism, growing up, werewolf, family issues
WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language, bodily harm, animal cruelty, and morally ambiguous characters.
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Chapter 1 - Radek

“It’s weird how you’re ginger all over but the hair on your forearms is black.”

“I guess,” Radek grunted, but that color difference was the last thing on his mind when Jan was six inches deep in him and nuzzling his long hair. Maybe they shouldn’t have smoked weed before sex. Oh well, you only live once.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Smell so good,” Jan groaned as his thrusts became harder, syncing with the rhythm of the loud music playing downstairs, but it was when Jan bit down on Radek’s neck that climax came within reach.

Radek moaned, writhing under his lover, and rolled his forehead against the bed as he reached to his dick to get himself off. The scratchy woollen blanket kept teasing his cockhead, but it was more agitating than arousing, and at this point he only wanted to finish.

A knock on the door made him stiffen, but it didn’t seem to bother Jan, who squeezed Radek’s hips with more force as he slammed home a few final times. He was coming? Really? The grunts confirmed it.

Radek’s brain was a tumble of paper clippings, and each contained a piece of distracting information. He wasn’t certain he was still aroused at this point.

Whoever was on the other side of the door, knocked again, and as Jan removed himself from Radek’s body, sliding his densely-tattooed arms around Radek’s freckled torso, it became clear it was time to cut this short.

Radek was bored.

“Who is it?” he called out, rolling to his back to look at the pale wooden panels covering the walls and the sloped ceiling of the attic bedroom.

“It’s Emil!” came from the other side. “But we can talk tomorrow if you’re bu—”

“No, no, wait a second!”

Jan frowned, stretching his firm body alongside Radek’s, but when he tried to anchor him in the narrow bed with his arm, Radek slid out of the embrace and grabbed his jeans off the floor. He pulled them onto his naked legs, because fuck knew where his underwear was.

Emil groaned. “I really can—”

“Coming!” Radek said, leaving the jeans unzipped.

“Did you though?” Jan whispered all too loudly.

Radek rolled his eyes at Jan as he opened the door. He’d invited Emil to the pre-Christmas party, but he’d lost hope about his friend taking the offer an hour ago.

Yet here he was.

“Emil!” he roared, stumbling straight into the broad arms. He buried his face in Emil’s thick black sweater and squeezed his waist with a low hum. “Long time no see!” he shouted when someone upped the volume of the pop music blaring in the living room downstairs.

Radek had spent most of his life between the forested hills of Dybukowo Valley, but the remote mountain village offered little in terms of entertainment, so he’d moved to Cracow at the earliest opportunity and never looked back. He returned several times a year to host loud parties at his family’s forest cabin. It used to be some communist dignitary’s second home, had four bedrooms, and was quite luxurious for a ‘cabin’, but when all of Radek’s friends descended on the place, the fit was still tight.

Many of them had never been anywhere so remote before, which was reason enough to endure the need to share beds, but the free booze and opportunities for skinny dipping in the nearby lake sealed the deal. In the winter, there was always ice skating or renting a sled to entice city rats.

Emil was a different matter altogether. Emil was local. A few years older than Radek and the village’s former black sheep, he’d been the friend/mentor Radek had desperately needed as a teenager. They’d gone to concerts together when Radek had been a baby metalhead dying to get out of Dybukowo, and most importantly, Emil had been his first sexual partner, so the sentiment was hard to beat.

Emil cocked his head and glanced inside the room. His cheeks and nose were still reddened from walking in the cold, so he must have just stepped across the threshold. “Hey, Jan.”

Jan gave Emil a short wave and lifted the blanket. “Hey. Invitation still stands, you know.”

Emil snorted and pushed back the waves of long dark hair that would have been the envy of every man at a Cradle of Filth concert. “I’m practically married.”

“To a former priest, so he knows everything there is to know about sacraments,” Radek teased, winking at Jan before turning back to Emil. He pulled out of the hug when it became clear Emil wasn’t going to squeeze him back and rested his hands on his hips, glancing at the handsome face. “Is he here?”

Emil shook his head with a smile, his eyes glinting as if just thinking about his man was making him happier than a squirrel with a nut. “No, not his scene. I just came by to give you these for Christmas.” He picked up a paper bag from the floor and opened it up for Radek to see what had to be bottles of homemade advocaat. The pale yellow of the liquor was making Radek drool in anticipation of sweetness. “But thanks for the offer, Jan,” Emil said over Radek’s shoulder. “Nice to know people other than Adam still wanna bone me.”


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Where the Devil Says Goodnight Read online K.A. Merikan (Folk Lore #1) http://www.books2020.com/where-the-devil-says-goodnight-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Mon, 22 Jul 2019 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/where-the-devil-says-goodnight-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Folk Lore Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore #1)

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--- Forgive me, Father, for I will sin ---
Adam. Catholic priest. Celibate. Does not yield to temptation. Emil. Sinner. Seducer. Snake. Hot as hell itself.
After a sheltered childhood ruled by religion, all Adam wants is to be a good priest and make his parents proud. But it’s hard to stay virtuous in a big city like Warsaw, and when he makes one slip up, his life spirals into ruin. He is sent to a tiny mountain village where he hopes to live down his shame and work on restraint.
But staying celibate becomes far from easy when he meets Emil, a local man with long dark hair, a mysterious past, and as little morality as he has luck. Emil has no qualms about flirting with a priest. Worse still, he seems hell-bent on tasting forbidden fruit and unearthing the desires Adam has always kept hidden.
The odd village hides secrets far more sinister than Adam's insatiable lust for Emil. Old Slavic magic looms everywhere. Superstition mixes with reality. Someone is watching his every move. Someone follows him in the dark, lurking in the shadows of the ancient forest. Adam is plagued by disturbing events, and Emil could be his only salvation even if he is the devil himself.
Can a priest shepherd the black sheep to safety or has he been the wolf all along?
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Genre: Dark, paranormal M/M romance **Erotic content: Scorching hot, emotional, explicit scenes ***Themes: Occult, witchcraft, Slavic superstition and myth, folklore, priest, forbidden love, hurt/comfort, metalhead, little town, temptation, religion, paganism, cult, old gods, possession, demons, magic, homophobia, bigotry, prejudice, coming out, fish out of water, soul mates, mysterious man, tease and denial
WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language, self-harm, and morally ambiguous characters
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Chapter 1 - Adam

The gay porn mag flopped through the air as Archbishop Boron rose and waved it in front of Adam’s face, as if he were about to slap his cheek with the erect cock shown on the cover.

“Can you tell me how this found its way under your bed?” he asked, his eyes pale dots on the flushed face.

Adam sank deep into the uncomfortable chair, and the wood-panelled walls of the office seemed to close in on him, no longer just intimidating but oppressive. “I—I don’t know, Your Excellency. I—”

The bushy eyebrows of the prelate lowered, and he tossed the magazine to the desktop, making Adam face his own obscene tastes. He hadn’t even bought the damn thing. He’d found it in the local recycling by accident and took it on impulse. It had been a moment of madness rather than a conscious decision. As if the devil himself had moved his hand.

“You don’t know?” Boron leaned back in his leather chair, his round face red like the lobster in the still life painting on the wall behind him.

Sweat soaked into the back of Adam’s cassock, but his head remained full of improbable lies. “Maybe it’s a prank? You know how young people get sometimes…”

“‘Young people’? You’re twenty five, Kwiatkowski. Are you saying you brought ‘young people’ to your private room, and they might have planted homosexual pornography under your bed? The Church is under enough pressure right now!” The archbishop stood up and slammed his palms against the desk, baring his teeth like a monster about to bite off Adam’s head.

Adam’s entire body slumped in the chair, so small and insignificant in the face of the archbishop’s wrath. In his vain attempts to evade responsibility of one crime, he’d suggested one much, much worse. Boron’s words sounded like an accusation of not only pornography addiction, but also inappropriate leanings toward the young and vulnerable.

“N-no. I have never invited anyone into my room. But a prank is not impossible,” Adam said, adamant on repeating the white lie until it became true. He would never again look at other people’s recycling or let his gaze stray to that ugly corner at every newsagent, where the dirtiest of magazines were stashed.

Archbishop Boron watched him for the longest time, his wide nostrils flaring to reveal long gray hairs Adam found distracting. “This is extremely disappointing. You were only ordained three months ago.”

Adam’s chest imploded, and he hunched forward, his mind playing out the worst of scenarios. Times were changing, and the church dignitaries might not be so keen on putting up with priests who could endanger the reputation of the Church. His transgression wasn’t serious enough to warrant dismissal from the clerical state, but if he didn’t conform with what was expected of him, it was in Boron’s power to make Adam’s life miserable.

The Church had been a stable presence in Adam’s life from the day of his baptism. His calling had arrived early and had helped him through the youthful desires that had scared and confused him. He’d met most of his friends in church organizations, and when he’d revealed his future plans to his parents, they’d both supported him without question. Priesthood meant safety and peace, a freedom from the daily problems that plagued lay people. As long as Adam obeyed and served, he would never have to worry about his future, because men wiser and more experienced would show him the way at each crossroad.

He could not allow himself to lose that.

His poor mother would have died of shame if she found out about the dark desires Adam had kept hidden behind a handsome face and blue eyes. He didn’t want to tell her when those unwanted feelings had first appeared, and he never would. No one could ever find out what happened to Adam when he liked a man too much.

No. One.

He’d had enough time since puberty to realize he had no interest in women, so in that sense, the enforced celibacy was a blessing for him. No one would ever ask why he didn’t have a girlfriend or why he didn’t get married. The status quo would never be shaken, and Adam could devote his entire life to God and his flock. There was nothing sinful about being born gay, only acting on those desires was, and when Adam had first realized what his nature was, he’d accepted it as a test of his fate. And like any other blessing in disguise, it ultimately brought him closer to God, because if the Lord made him unable to start a family, then his intent for Adam was obvious.

He’d followed this calling all his life, and he would not let this moment of weakness define him!

Adam looked up, ready to protect himself at all cost. He needed to turn this around, or Boron and everyone else who knew about the magazine would always regard him with suspicion. “The magazine isn’t mine,” he insisted, “but I will do whatever is necessary to make amends.


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