I know, it has been a while. Surprisingly, life has been busy and so have I. However, I’m getting back on schedule with my writing, even though I will be starting a BA course in October, doing an Creative Writing and English Literature course. Exciting stuff!
Well, I’m very close to completing Tainted Gold, my M/M Fantasy/Romance. I’m hoping to finish the first draft by the end of September and send to beta readers for feedback, before redrafting and preparing for self-publishing.
Dietrich Messenger has lived a privileged life since coming into his powers as a Magus. Living within one of the Magical Realms, allows him to pursue the life he wants, without worrying about consequences. If he could put his life into words, it would be ‘perfect’.
However, in one night his life is turned upside down. He becomes the centre of attention with the Magical Realm Enforcement Bureau, after a young woman is killed at a club he frequents.
Not sure where to turn, he takes it upon himself to clear his name, only to collide with a fire demon by the name of Krellis. Unsure whether to truly trust Krellis, he accepts his help in hunting down this murderer but what is Krellis hiding?
Will the real murderer be found before Dietrich is sentenced for crimes he didn’t commit? What is Krellis hiding and what does it have to do with Dietrich?
Fate can be a real bitch!
Now … I thought I would intrigue you all with sneak peak at chapter one (first draft). I would like to ask that you ignore the bad spelling, grammar and punctuation.
Tangled in a mess of red sheets, moaning at the light from the morning, which had managed to find its way passed the Venetian blind, lay one very grumpy Dietrich Clive Messenger. The muscles in his arms flexed and rippled, as he draped them over his eyes, in an attempt to hinder the glaring morning from proceeding to wake him further; his mess of black hair was a sharp contrast against the red covers, which hid the rest of his olive, toned body.
Dietrich had never been a morning person, he hated how bright and chipper everything was, including the people. Give him the darkness of the night any day of the week that was when he was at his best; especially at the clubs and bars. He wasn’t a big drinker, but he did love to dance and party the night away; the only time those evenings were perfect, were when he found some sexy young thing to take home with him.
With a sigh, he decided he couldn’t ignore the morning light much further and that it was about time to get his ass out of bed. Uncovering his face, he groaned, blinking against the harsh light that invaded his exotic charcoal coloured eyes. Rolling over on his side, he checked the clock on his bedside table; he moaned furiously as the little red digits told him it was eight-thirty-two in the morning.
‘Why the hell am I up this early? I doubt God would be awake at this time on a Sunday.’ With that said he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
With a hearty yawn, he surveyed his bedroom. Apart from the obvious red covers, the rest of the room was decorated in creams and beige, from the walls all the way to the carpets and chairs. Dietrich liked clean, neutral colours, as well as order; every room in his large, fancy apartment was decorated pretty much the same – everything clean, tidy and orderly. However, he also enjoyed having that little something that represented chaos – with order always comes chaos – so in each room there was one object that stood out or didn’t quite go with its surroundings, much like his bright red bed sheets.
He stared at the mirrored wardrobe facing him and within seconds they opened, allowing him to peruse its contents. He had to admit, he did love being born a magus, it gave him so much freedom that he just wouldn’t have, if he was just a normal human. He especially liked the powers, as they came in so handy. However, all good things come with the bad; also known as ‘The Magi Elders’. They set down the law for all the witches, wizards, magi and magus alike; they knew if you break one of the laws, even before a person could say ‘I’m fucked.’
But even with the annoying elders, Dietrich always felt blessed he was born a natural magus – one born with power close to that of the elders – and in a world full of magic, and magical beings. Instead of living with other humans, he resides within another realm, a dimension for those with great power, whether a mage or demon. With a sigh, he clicked his fingers together, making a deep red shirt and a pair of black jeans fly out of the wardrobe, and land neatly on his bed.
‘Time to get up I suppose.’ He stretched; his toned muscles rippling. ‘But first, a shower.’ He retorted, as he scratched his head.
Last night he had partied hard, but it had also been strangely different … and eventful. And for some reason, he still didn’t feel right in his own skin. It wasn’t like him to feel perturbed by someone before, whether human or not, but last night had totally change his perception about himself. He could still feel those deep yellow-gold eyes drinking him in and making him shiver all over with pleasure. Now Dietrich wouldn’t usually mind this, but it wasn’t a woman that had found him so interesting, it was male and a demon to boot. He shook his head hard, trying to remove the image from his mind, but finding it futile.
Never before has someone shaken my confidence and my sexual orientation. Just what did he hold over me? He thought, biting at his plump pink lip. No! He wouldn’t think about him, he just needed to get dressed and take his mind off of everything.
‘It’s not like I’ll see him again anyway.’ He told himself; he figured if he kept telling himself that and said it out loud, that it would eventually ring true.
But with that demon’s vision in his mind, he felt movement between his legs. No! The mere through of that golden-eyed stranger had him aroused … and hard! Damn. Reaching below the covers he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft and began pumping away. Just don’t think of him, don’t think of him. He chanted in his mind, but his thoughts betrayed him and began unfolding visions of the two of them engrossed in each other’s bodies. The demon had pinned him to the bed, and was trailing his tongue down his defined chest, before pausing. Looking up, those golden eyes burned like molten magma, he smiled devilishly before wrapping his mouth around Dietrich’s member.
Dietrich groaned with pleasure, never had he felt this way about someone. Increasing the speed of his strokes, he tried to match his growing heat. His other hand clenched the bed sheets, as his imagination ran wild with sexual images of the two of them. A thin layer of perspiration covered his body, as he pumped harder and faster, wanting to reach the inevitable climax. Though, honestly he was annoyed at his reaction to these thoughts.
Finally, turning on his side, he cried out in pleasure; his throbbing member clenched, painful, at the intensity of his release. Panting, he lay there reeling at the idea that he had just got excited from an image a demon, and the fact that it was a man made it worse. Cringing at his own weakness, he gave himself a moment or two to let himself calm down before getting out of bed.
Wandering into bathroom, he enjoyed a long, hot shower. The pounding of the heated water against his skin, felt like a sweet dream. After finishing his shower, he returned to his room and got dressed. Wading into the large open-plan living room of his apartment; he made his way towards the ‘clinically’ white kitchen. But what to do for breakfast? He pondered, as he opened the fridge and stared hungrily at its contents. After a few moments, Dietrich grabbed a couple of eggs and some cranberry, and Wensleydale cheese – a cheese he’d come to develop a taste for, after visiting the mortal realm. A nice omelette always went down well when he didn’t know what else to eat. After laying them on the counter top, he grabbed the milk and closed the fridge door; he also needed his morning ‘wake-up’ coffee.
He rarely used magic unless he needed to; it was his grandmother that had taught him to only use his gift when necessary, though he did splurge occasionally – but only for himself. Other magical beings found him to be strange, and as a result they kept their distance from him. Not that he cared much; he figured that he was better off without them if they only wanted to be around him for his power.
After eating breakfast he lounged on the sofa, watching daytime TV. Which he never found to be interesting, but it was something to do while he let his food settle. As he flicked through the channels he found something that made him lean forward on his lovely, leather cream sofa. What he saw made his face twist into a mixture of shock, confusion and anger.
He had stopped on a news channel which was reporting on a story that had developed from the early hours of the morning, where by a young male had been found naked, raped and murdered in a local club known as ‘Vudoo’; which also happened to be one of Dietrich’s favourite watering holes. His eyes were glued to the set, as the reporter detailed the gruesome incident, including the location where the body was found and the state it was found in. He could hardly believe what he was seeing or hearing; since way before he was born, magic had been used to find out the killers by bringing back the spirits of the dead, so in the current era there were no murders.
‘Whoever did this must be an idiot, especially if they think they can get away with it.’ Dietrich mumbled to himself, thoroughly fixated on the TV. After a few more moments, he relaxed back into the sofa with a sigh, and raked his fingers through his damp hair.
I hope you liked it and hopefully it will be available to buy soon. All the Pleasure World Novels will be based within the other realms but will not follow on from each other – though the characters may know each other or know about them. I like to keep things interesting!
Now, I’m looking for beat readers for this lovely book, once finished. Please message me – I would love to include you.