Dawn of the Seraphs
by Adrianne Brennan
Genre: Gay (m/m)/Sci-fi/Futuristic/Paranormal/Erotic Romance
Available at: Torquere Press | All Romance eBooks
Tamar is a Seraph, a member of an influential organization of powerful psychics known as ANGEL. Seraphs are humans who have evolved to have
varying psychic abilities. Possessing a greater lifespan and intelligence than ordinary humans, Seraphs within ANGEL grow to their full
potential through study and practice.
In the year 4287 on planet Earth, ANGEL has deteriorated to become the harbor of the bored elite. A small but passionate rebellion rises
to take back the power they once held. In pursuit of his own dreams, Tamar is caught in the chaotic struggle for evolution, power, and to
define the greater good.
Kir, an old rival from his days as an apprentice within ANGEL, resurfaces, threatening to shred Tamarís world into bits...along with his
heart. Their ideals clash, and a bitter fight ensues between them. Can Tamarís courage save Kir from the darkness which plagues him while
remaining true to himself and what he holds dear?
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ďI chose you for this mission for a reason. Youíve got potential, serious potential. And it disgusts me to see you squander it on petty
bullshit assignments. Youíre wasting away in ANGEL, Tam, and itís not right.Ē
Now Kirís feigning concern. Does he think Iím stupid? Does he think I donít remember how he treated me all throughout my time
in ANGEL academy? ďOh, I get it, all right.Ē Tamar let out a short laugh. ďYou think Iím pathetic. When this is all over, youíll have your
laugh, Iím sure.Ē
Kir just grinned at him. ďIf I wanted to laugh, Iíd be laughing now. Trust me.Ē
Something inside Tamar snapped, and his left first shot forward in an attempt to punch Kir in the face. But Kir was too fast
for him, and he managed to get both of Tamarís wrists pinned to the wall.
The rest of the motions went by in a blur. Tamar struggling, Kir shouting. Kirís face smashing into his own. By accident?
No, not by accident. Kirís lips on his. The touch seared Tamar to the core. Their mouths pressed together, and both heat and tongues
mingled into a delightful haze.
Oh hell, this canít be happening. Kir is kissing me...?
And oh, it felt good. Tamar was on fire, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants. How long had it been since he had a
partner? Way too long.
The air smelled of spice, sex, and sweat. Tamar could make out the underlying hint of cloves from Kirís cologne. Wrists
now free, his hands tangled themselves in Kirís hair. Ha, it wonít be neat anymore after this. Bet he frantically combs it after sex
so he doesnít have bedhead.
Kir ripped open the front of Tamarís pants and yanked them down, freeing his erection from the bondage of clothing.
(Iím dying to find out how you taste. Shall I find out?)
Tamar sucked in his breath. Was this Kirís intention all along? Blow his mind, then blow him? Iíll never understand this
guy as long as I live, and Iím going to be living a damned long time....
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