Tales from the Sea Vixen (eBook) - Demonica Universe #2

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153 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 08/21/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-63-5
  • Model: 29128 words

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Heat Rating: 2 Flames

 

When the Sea Vixen, one of the ships in the fight against dark forces, receives a distress call, a team is sent to investigate. But when a demon kidnaps one of them, the man's lover will risk everything to save him.

The Sea Vixen carries a team that helps to protect the world from attacks from dark forces. Answering a distress call, a small team is sent to investigate; the team includes the Vixen's captain, Phil, their arcane expert Armand, Frank, and Nathan.

Frank and Nathan are an established couple, but Nathan draws the attention of a newly freed demon. When the demon takes Nathan, the team races against time to save him, body and soul. Frank will fight a demon from hell to protect the man he loves.

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-release title.

 

"If you like teams who fight supernatural forces with whatever means necessary, if you want to follow the adventures of two men who are just beginning to realize how much they love each other, and if you're looking for a suspenseful read featuring a demonic villain and the lovers threatened by his machinations, then you will probably like this novella.

Serena Yates for Rainbow Book Reviews

http://www.rainbowbookreviews.com/book-reviews/tales-from-the-sea-vixen-demonica-universe-2-by-pelaam-at-fireborn-publishing

 

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Standing behind a stack of crates, his back hard against a wall, Frank could not escape the irony of the situation. Of all the missions he'd undertaken during his time aboard the submarine Sea Vixen, the one that could prove his last didn't involve preternaturals, or even the fight between the forces of light and dark. Just plain everyday smugglers.

Glancing across to where his crewmate Nathan Cortez was pinned by gunfire, Frank cursed silently and imaginatively. This was his own fault. He'd been careless when scouting the area and got them trapped.

Shots pinged off the crates again, and Frank flattened himself closer to the wall. But he was more concerned about the slivers of chipped brick flying dangerously close to Nathan. There was nowhere for his friend to hide except where he was: hunkered down behind a small collection of boxes several metres away. To make things worse, Nathan's gun had malfunctioned, leaving him unable to protect himself or fight back.

I hope the rest of the team are on their way, and will arrive in time to help. Although the Sea Vixen was state-of-the-art, she couldn't perform miracles--even if some of her crew could. Unfortunately, the Vixen being a privately owned submarine, it was unlikely help would come from any other direction either. We need to get ourselves out of this mess. Somehow.

"Nathan, when I fire, make a dash for it over that way." Frank indicated with a jerk of his chin, the large pile of crates he wanted Nathan to take shelter behind. They offered more protection than his current hiding place and were farther away from the shooters.

His face pale, Nathan gave a curt nod and crouched, ready to sprint on Frank's signal. Sweat plastered the younger man's hair to his forehead and blood ran from a scratch on his cheek. I probably look just as bad. Fuck it to bloody hell. This is all my fault.

Ducking out from behind his cover, Frank fired several rounds in the direction of the heavy machinery the smugglers were hiding behind before again taking shelter against the wall.

Glancing back to make sure Nathan had reached safety, Frank's heart stopped. Instead of being behind the crates, Nathan lay sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from his brow.

Never in his life had Frank felt such pain. He and Nathan had only been friends for six months, so why did Frank feel as if his heart had been crushed? Anger welled up inside him, burning away the pain and igniting every cell in his body, demanding an outlet before he spontaneously combusted. No longer caring about self-preservation, he charged recklessly from behind his temporary shelter, a bull-like bellow of enraged pain tearing loose from Frank's throat. Moving swiftly, he fired his pistol repeatedly, intent on taking down the men who'd killed Nathan.

Time meant nothing. Frank neither saw nor felt anything but his targets as he kept the pair who'd shot Nathan pinned down with his relentless advance. Were there any other smugglers left? He didn't know, or care. Only these two mattered. The coppery smell of blood barely registered.

Everything blurred.

Suddenly lucid for the first time since charging Nathan's shooters, Frank wondered at wooden planks and metal sheets in front of him. They seemed out of place. Confused, he blinked. Why am I looking at the ceiling of the warehouse? There's something odd about the angle. Cold seeped into his back from the hard surface pressing against it. Am I lying on the concrete floor? What the...? How did I get here?

Something blocked his sight of the rafters. Slowly, Frank managed to focus on the face of the man peering down at him.

"Thank heavens you're back with us, Frank." Professor Armand's normally jovial face was drawn with worry. "We arrived on the scene just in time to see you become a one-man army of destruction. What in the world came over you?"

"Nathan. The bastards killed Nathan." Frank tried to sit up; stabbing pain suggested it wasn't a good idea. By the feel of it he had been shot, and more than once. Not that he remembered it happening. Resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be moving under his own power anytime soon, Frank settled back against the floor. If the professor was relaxed, the immediate danger was over anyway. Unable to stop himself, Frank glanced around the warehouse, searching for Nathan's body.

Armand patted Frank's good shoulder gently. "Nathan's alive, Frank. Phil's with him. It looks like a bullet grazed that hard skull of his, knocking him unconscious." The professor shook his head, a strange smile playing around his lips. "I'm pretty confident that apart from that he's fine. He'll be up and about a damn sight faster than you, my friend. You'll be out of action a while, but that suicidal charge of yours did put one of the smugglers out of action permanently, and wounded another. The third's being dealt with as we speak."

Trying to focus on something other than the pain, Frank licked his dry lips then asked, "What made you turn up rather than waiting for us to report back?"

His smile widening, Armand tapped his temple. "I had a feeling you needed the help. Let's be honest, what's the point in possessing a vessel like my Vixen if I can't use her to help a friend in need."

"I'm sorry." Frank ground out. He hated making mistakes. "I messed up, and the other smugglers escaped."

"Oh, no need to fret about that. Someone dropped a nice little dossier in their eagerness to escape. We'll get the rest of the ring now that we know when the next shipment's due. We can intercept their craft with the Vixen. They'll have no chance. But your part in this job is over. We need to get you and Nathan back aboard the Vixen where you can both be treated properly."

"You're sure about Nathan?" Frank asked through gritted teeth as Armand helped him stand. Frank knew the professor wouldn't have said Nathan was okay if it wasn't true, but right now he needed the extra reassurance.

"Quite sure." Armand's already bushy eyebrows seemed to bristle at Frank's implication that he could be wrong.

As Frank took a wobbly step away from Armand, Phil Prince--the Vixen's skipper and a good friend--strode over, a deep frown on his face. "What the fuck, Frank, don't even think of trying to walk on your own. Here, let me help." Without waiting for an answer, the burly man pulled Frank's good arm across his shoulders. "Jeez, way to give a man heart failure. When I saw Nathan down and you behaving like a berserker, I thought I was going to lose not one friend but two."

With Phil's assistance, Frank took a couple of faltering steps. "I thought you were helping Nathan, Skipper." The world tilted alarmingly. Frank groaned softly, not wanting the rest of the crew to hear him if possible. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was anyone trying to mother-hen him. There were a couple of people who'd be only too happy for the excuse.

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About Pelaam:
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Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a multi-published author of gay romance and erotic books. When not busy writing she can be found indulging in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation.

Pelaam's book "Breath of the Feathered Serpent" is a finalist for the 2014 Rainbow Awards in Gay futuristic/sci-fi. "Bedazzled" and "Firebird" were a combined finalist for the Rainbow Awards in Gay futuristic/sci-fi 2013.

She can be found on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/pamela.pelaamone--with an author page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pelaam/1467778320131583?ref=hl--and a full list of her published works are on Lazy Beagle Entertainment. Readers can email her at pelaam@hotmail.com.

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