The Sin Eater’s Prince by Keta Diablo

TheSinEater'sPrinceSizedThe Sin Eater’s Prince

A homoerotic vampire novel



Physician Andras Maddock will never shun the sin eater Owen. How do you ignore someone you love? Owen is stunned when Andras saves him from a gruesome death at the hands of vampire. How did the ordinary man kill a vampire who possesses supernatural powers?


Dagan, Dark Lord of the Underworld, vows to take the sword from Andras, the one weapon that allows the vampires to tolerate sunlight. There’s also the matter of his father’s death, and Andras will pay.


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Moonlight slanted through the pine trees, and in the stillness of the forest, the ocean roared in the distance. Occasionally, Owen stumbled on a rock, quickly regained his footing and followed the silver ribbons down the narrow path.

“The forest holds danger and mystery,” his tad always said.

From the inflection in Andras’s voice tonight, apparently he felt the same. The man had tried to warn him without alarming the servant. And he’d tried to tell Andras he couldn’t spend another night under his roof hungering for his touch.

A fluttering of giant wings to his left brought forth a shocked gasp, and another stumble. He fell to his knees as the moon ducked behind a patch of clouds and pitched his world into darkness. Through the black mystery of the forest, he narrowed his eyes and searched for the airborne creature. When the skin at the nape of his neck prickled, he wished he’d taken Andras’s advice and stayed in the stables. The scent of horse dung would have been preferable to the fear anchoring him to the forest floor.

His tad’s voice echoed in his ears. “A vampire cannot enter a private dwelling unless the occupant grants him permission. Most long tooth attacks occur outside the abode in isolated areas at night.”

Get up, Owen, ye dolt! Run! Ye have got to make it home!

Clambering to his knees, he stilled when a brilliant flash exploded in the clearing ahead. Beneath a canopy of evergreens, a beast appeared in his line of vision. Nay, it was not a predator of the forest but an upright human form. Shrouded in billowing black, his white skin shone like a beacon under the inky sky. Terror seized him as the phantom advanced at a foot-dragging pace, the undercurrents of death heavy in the morbid air. The ghoul’s eyes crazed with bloodlust, his long white fangs descending, he circled him.

Owen’s throat constricted with fear, yet the specter’s ageless features and hypnotic eyes immobilized him. Time ceased to exist and his immortality rushed forward. Death clung to his pores; he felt it surround him like a black shroud.

Lladd amser. His father’s words for killing time lashed about him like a hard rain. He knew someone would die again soon, but never suspected the someone would be him.

In the breath of a heartbeat, a new shape burst onto the scene, exploding through the bracken with lightning speed. Without pause, the newcomer lunged, the flash of his sword powerful and true. Metal met metal in a timeless dance of deflect and parry, only to meet time and again beneath the shadowy moon.

A peal of laughter bounced off the trees. “Well done, Andras. Someone has taught ye well.”

His name fell from Owen’s lips on a whisper. “Andras?”

The scene played out before him like an act from a Shakespearean play…except the characters obviously knew one another.

Andras gave no answer to his enemy’s false compliment, but rather countered with a vicious upward slice toward his groin. The being lunged with a heavy thrust and sliced open Andras’s shoulder. Owen focused on the torn fabric of his jerkin, waited for a stream of blood to arc through the vaporous air, and groaned when it failed to appear.

Vampire against vampire, their bodies whirled and twisted in a maelstrom of flesh and bone. They thrashed and tumbled on the ground only to continue the fight moments later in the branches of a massive oak.

Paralyzed, Owen watched with his heart in his throat.

Long fangs gnashed and an anonymous bloodcurdling scream rent the air. Still it didn’t end. Blades clanked beneath moonbeams and then Andras pirouetted with the agility of a jungle cat. Time ceased to exist as he brought the claymore up high above his head. On the downswing, the mighty blade keened its death knell and severed the long tooth’s head from his neck. The demon’s limp body tumbled from the branch and landed three feet from Owen. Gray smoke rolled from the creature’s open cavity, his body recoiling like a giant serpent’s tail in the last throes of death.

Owen clutched his abdomen and retched. Long seconds later and fighting off waves of dizziness, he lifted his head and stared into the ghost-white face of Andras Maddock. Bent at the waist, the physician gasped for precious air, yet kept his keen sight on the periphery of the clearing.

Owen followed his gaze with sickening dread. Were more long tooths waiting to attack? And who or what was Andras?

“Can ye walk?” Andras said jumping from a low branch of the tree with the sinuous grace of a cat. He holstered his sword in the scabbard about his waist.

Owen nodded.

“I suggest we leave. Now.”

“But, who―”

“If we remain here, more will come, and I can’t fight them all.”


Andras straightened and studied him with narrowed perception. “‘Tis certain.”

He fought through the rising panic and looked at Andras’s shoulder. “No blood again.”

“Aye, but ’tis the least of our worries. I’ll explain soon if we live long enough.”

Mesmerized by the voice and in shock over the scene played out before him, Owen looked into the cold, lifeless eyes of the dead man. “Vampires here in Pembrokeshire?”

“I could ask the same: a sin eater in our midst?”

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100+x+125-1Keta’s Bio:
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the country on six acres of woodland. When she isn’t writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature.
Keta is a multi-published author in both erotic romance and gay fiction. Her latest paranormal novel, Where The Rain Is Made, has been nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark in the Best e-novel category. Keta’s books have also received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month, and Recommended Read awards from the top professional review sites.
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Being His Favorite by Charity Parkerson

Being his favoriteSized–Warning: This book contains graphic depictions of sexual activity including oral sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and same sex encounters. It is intended for mature audiences not offended by explicit representations of sexual activity between consenting adults.

–Description: Jane was Robert’s favorite and he would give her anything she wanted…

“I’ve never done this before,” Jane admitted quietly. “I might do all the wrong things.”

“You know how to pleasure yourself. You’ll know how to please me.”

Jane nodded. She felt a nervous flutter in her belly, and her brain was stuck in overload, but her body screamed for release.

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Robert kept his eyes locked on the tiny green light next to her name, and a smile touched his lips. She was playing with him. He knew she loved building the tension inside of him, but what she didn’t know, is that she need not have bothered. The tension was already there. It never left him. It was a constant need that ate at his gut, reminding him of how far away she was, and how long it had been since he had held her in person. He went to bed each night hard as a rock. He awoke each morning covered in sweat and clutching his cock as the picture of her filled his mind. Her dark locks, creamy skin, and freshly waxed pussy were every man’s dream come true. She did things that blew him away, and she made him want to test her in order to see how far she would go. How could he allow such a woman to go her own way, and leave him completely behind? He couldn’t.

His computer began to buzz and his dick hardened in response. A chuckle slipped past his lips before he could stop it. She had trained his cock like a dog. In his world, Skype ringing equaled happy-penis-time.

The click of a mouse instantly transported him into Jane’s world. He ate up the sight of her bare skin.

“You’re my favorite channel,” he admitted on a sigh, at the first sight of her gorgeous body.

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Author bio:

Charity Parkerson was born in Tennessee, where she still lives with her husband and two sons. She is the author of several books including twelve Amazon bestsellers. You can like her at Be sure to visit her at and you can read her blog at Her “Sinners series” was voted one of the top ten best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Romance Reads Her book “The Danger with Sinners” was named “Best Book by an Indie author in 2012” by Paranormal Reads Reviews and made finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance of 2012 in the Australian Romance Reader’s Association Awards. She was named as one of the top three Indie authors of 2012- Ebookbuilders She is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Goodreads moderator, a member of Coffee Time Romance, and co-host of The Melissa Craig and Charity Parkerson show. She won author of the week in August of 2011, and is a four-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath. You can follow her on Twitter @

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