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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)

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ALEXEI

Before I came to St. Lawrence University, I didn't believe in magic.

Now I'm desperate to get my hands on a spell, even at the expense of lying to my friends.

It's not something I'm proud of, but I have my reasons.

Enter the charming, carefree Matteo Baros, who—unfortunately for both of us—becomes suspicious of me.

I expect him to rat me out.

Instead, maybe because he's such a stand-up guy, he offers to help me with a spell.

Not just any spell—a sex spell.

Not really something two straight guys can manage easily, but we find a way, and what should've been a nightmare turns into a feverish night of passion.

But there are consequences for our actions.

The spell ignites a sequence of events neither of us could have anticipated, and as the intensity of this fever between us mounts, we find ourselves caught in a war between rival covens, battling sinister forces from another realm that threaten to wreak havoc upon our world.

While Fever is a fun, steamy, paranormal romance, certain elements may act as triggers for some. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the "Look Inside" preview. These triggers contain spoilers for the novel.

* Each couple featured in the Saints & Sinners Series will receive an HEA at the end of their respective book, but because of the scope of the larger paranormal story, it's best to read this series in order

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ALEXEI

I press my ear against the door for a quick courtesy listen to make sure Luke isn’t going at it with his boyfriend. Sounds safe, so I scan my student ID on the panel under the handle to unlock the door. As soon as I turn the knob, a thud comes from the other side. It’s not the sort of noise I expect to hear from guys when they’re fucking, unless they fell off the bed, so I bolt in, immediately regretting it as I see two nude bodies. One goes over the other side of Luke’s bed, toward the back window. At the same time, the lamp on his nightstand topples to the floor, and a few books crash down onto his desk.

Part of me wonders how the hell they managed to affect the books yards away from them.

This isn’t the first time weird shit happens around Brad and Luke while they’re fucking. The other week, when I nearly walked in on them mid-act, Luke seemed stuck to the wall before tumbling onto the mattress, landing on top of Brad. I have to play this shit off like I don’t catch on, but it’s not like they’re working hard to hide anything from me. Maybe because they think no one’s onto them.

If only they knew…

As Luke covers himself with his sheets, Brad rises from behind the other side of the bed, smirking awkwardly. I assume he’s on his knees since I can only see to his waist.

“You guys are really making me feel like I don’t get laid enough,” I say as the weight of the door pulls it shut behind me.

To say I don’t get laid enough is a fucking understatement. Even when I claim to be off having sex, that’s a lie to keep them from knowing the truth.

“Sorry,” Luke says. “I thought you told me you were heading to the gym after class, and I figured I could invite Brad over and—”

“I forgot my gym clothes. Please, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec, and you guys can get back to fucking each other’s brains out.” I’m doing my best to act nonchalant about the whole catching-them-fucking-and-using-whatever-powers-they’ve-tapped-into.

As I fish through my drawer for my clothes, there’s awkward silence. As far as powers, I wish I had some right now to magically make my clothes appear in my gym bag, but it takes me a few moments while we’re stuck in this fucked-up space where we act like nothing strange just happened. Although Luke is ten times better than my dormmate last year—a fuck machine without any consideration of when I was coming or going—so I can’t complain.

About that, at least.

“You gonna stay on the floor?” Luke asks Brad. He lifts the covers, and Brad chuckles, sliding into bed with him.

“Sweet of you to hold the covers up for me,” Brad says before pressing a gentle kiss on Luke’s lips.

Something about these two—not just how they can’t keep their hands off each other, but how they can communicate so much even in a look—makes me a little jealous. I’ve never looked at anyone like they look at each other, nor had anyone look at me like that. Must be nice… But just as soon as I find myself hypnotized by their affection, I shake it off. I don’t really know either of them. How can I, when they have so many secrets?

My thoughts flash back to a night in November when I saw Luke and Cody running through the woods. I was planning to stalk them, figure out what they were up to, but when I discovered them panicked in a ditch, I knew I had to reveal myself. Next thing I knew, searing pain ripped through me as a rod pierced my torso, and then someone yanked on the rod, pulling me back. Writhing in agony, I turned and spotted something in the moonlight. It looked like the Grim Reaper portrayed in movies, a figure in a black cloak. For all I knew, it’d stabbed me with its scythe.

At the time, I thought maybe it was just the pain tearing through me causing me to hallucinate, and then I was flying—no, falling—into the ditch.

“You good, man?” Luke asks, and I realize I’m frozen in place.

Act cool. Act normal. Thoughts I have often in his presence.

“I was just deciding if I should grab my costume now or swing by later. You guys planning on heading over to the Alpha Alpha Mu party?”

Nice save.

I try to make conversation when I can. Seem chill and friendly around the guys to make sure they trust me and never suspect I know more than I should.

“We’ll be finished by then,” Luke replies.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, surprised I said the words out loud.

“I’m kidding,” he insists.

Brad smiles. “Yeah, we’re technically finished up.”

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Advertisement Lust (Saints & Sinners #1) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.books2020.com/lust-saints-sinners-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:25:34 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/lust-saints-sinners-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Saints & Sinners Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)

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"Surrender to the Lust."

LUKE

I've never been attracted to guys.
I definitely would never be attracted to a privileged, cocky bastard like Brad Henning.
Even though I've only been at St. Lawrence University for a few weeks, this prick and his friends are on a mission to mess with me—a scholarship kid who I guess they don't think belongs at a prestigious school intended for the nation's elite.
I've always been a loner, so I've dealt with my share of bullies. But unlike the bullying I encountered when I was younger, Brad and his friends have some unusual tricks up their sleeves.
They're using...
I don't even want to name it, but it's the only explanation for what's happening.
Magic.
These guys have powers, and Brad is using his to make me want him.
No—not just want him. Lust after him like I've never lusted after anyone in my life.
The way I crave him sears to my core, causes physical pain until I have the only thing that brings relief—his touch.
But when I discover that whatever he's done to me hurts him too, I realize there's more to all this than Brad and his friends trying to mess up my life.
More to it than these feral urges that are, at times, more than I think I can bear.
I have to get to the bottom of this, but until I do, there's only one way to end my agony.
I must surrender to the lust.

Content Warning: Lust is a steamy paranormal romance, but it contains content that some readers may find triggering, including a character grieving the loss of his parents and mentions of a character's loved one who struggles with a chronic illness. The book also contains depictions of and discussions about bullying

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LUKE

I hurry down the field, running toward our team’s goal.

Being a noob who’s only playing a pickup game to get out of my dorm room, I wasn’t expecting any action, but after a quick exchange between two of the guys, the soccer ball rolls straight to me. I know I must step up to the challenge, or my team is gonna give me hell. So I go for it, speeding up, figuring whether or not I can attempt a somewhat respectable pass to my roomie, Alexei. Even if I fuck it up, it will be less humiliating than not trying at all.

Unfortunately, Alexei’s got a decent player from the opposing team covering his ass. Even within this game, I’ve seen enough of his skills to know he’s gonna steal the ball the moment I pass it, so I push on.

In my periphery, I notice Brad Henning coming at me. Another impressive player from what I’ve observed during this game. I’m surprised he doesn’t play for the school team.

I’ve only been here a couple of weeks, so I don’t know too much about the students at St. Lawrence, but I’ve seen Brad around campus. Once I saw him park his motorcycle behind General Classroom, taking off his helmet and running his fingers through his brown hair, almost carelessly, but somehow managing to style it perfectly. He’s friends with Alexei, and apparently some kind of sex god, but at the moment, he’s a pickup-game rival tailing my ass.

Fortunately, nothing’s as incentivizing as being stalked by a six-foot-something guy, so I kick and sprint. Might not know soccer, but track was my thing, so I manage to clear him, but before I can appreciate my victory, there’s a tug on my shirt, and I’m jerked back before there’s a shove against my shoulder. It’s a powerful force, the weight of Brad’s body colliding with mine, knocking me aside.

“It’ll be fun,” Alexei said.

“Everyone’s real chill. We’ll have a good time.”

“You’ll meet some new people. Come on. You can’t stay cooped up in here all semester.”

Maybe my roomie was right to push me out of my comfort zone, but when I hit the ground and roll onto my stomach, receiving a face full of dirt, I’m forced to reconsider whether this was such a great idea after all.

As I recover from the tumble, the other team is already racing to the goal with the ball. I spot a few uneasy looks from my teammates. They all know what Brad did, but none of them know what to do about it.

Alexei approaches. He’s barely said, “Hey, you okay, man?” before I’m up on my feet, heading down the field.

After Brad scores, he spins around, raising his hands over his head. His team doesn’t make a big deal about it, the way they did their other goals. Everyone knows it wasn’t a fairly earned point.

As I reach their side of the field, Brad turns back to me. He must know what’s coming after the stunt he pulled, but he cocks a grin. “Oh, Pretty Boy, nice try.”

Pretty boy? The fuck?

His smile expands like he can’t tell I’m fucking fuming.

“What the hell was that?” I shout. His teammates step aside, surely because they know I have every right to pummel his ass.

“Come on. It’s all in good fun.” He winks. “It didn’t kill you.”

“You’d think someone as good at soccer as you would know that was a foul.” By the time I finish saying that, I’m in his face. Like a fucking moron. Not because he doesn’t deserve this, but as I mentioned, he’s a giant, and I’m barely five-ten. If this escalates into a fight, I’ll get my ass handed to me.

But right now, I’m fucking fine with that. I’m not that confrontational, nor violent, but I’ve been in a few fights when I was younger and had to defend myself.

His gaze narrows. “I am good at soccer.”

“Is that why you had to take a cheap shot?”

“Maybe I just enjoyed doing that.”

I’m surprised by how tempted I am to take a swing. Although, I do want to hear what the hell that was all about before he grinds me into the earth.

“Besides,” he adds. “This isn’t an actual game. It’s for a laugh. And I got a good laugh out of that.”

My nostrils flare, but before I can charge, Alexei slips between us. “Hey, hey.” His hand on my chest holds me off as he turns to my new enemy. “He’s right and you know it, Brad. So how about you apologize?”

“Apologize?” Brad’s forehead creases up. “I think Pretty Boy likes it rough.”

He looks me right in the eyes as he says that, still with that smug grin on his conceited face.

Why does he keep calling me Pretty Boy?

That’s not exactly an insult, but the way he says it, damned if I can think of anything else he could’ve said that could piss me off more. Even though he’s gay, I know it’s not intended as a compliment. Just to get on my nerves.

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