Dangerous Dance

Dangerous Dance

by Samantha Cayto

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What lurks in the dark is not always a monster. Sometimes it's your deepest desire.

Long ago, Val made the decision to stick by his captain against mutinous shipmates. He has spent a millennium on Earth protecting humans as a matter of honor. He also made the fatal mistake of falling in love with a human boy who died trying to birth Val's son. He's sworn to never open himself up to such pain and guilt again.

Mackie was forced to run away from his family to save himself from their homophobia and abuse. He learned to live by his wits and the sale of his body. He's reinvented himself as a brat with a need to be dominated and tamed. He thought he'd found the perfect man in Val, only to discover he had given his heart to a vampire—one that pushed him away when an ancient, hidden war reignited.

As Val and his cohorts battle with their old crew members, he tries to keep Mackie at a distance from the danger and his heart. But Mackie will not be sidelined as either a soldier or a lover. He is waging a war of his own to win Val back.

The next chapter in the alien war is heating up. A deadly drug is flooding Boston, threatening to turn the city into a battleground. Val and the others need help, and one bratty twink might be the best weapon they have. He may also be the key to unlocking Val's heart and giving him back the happiness he lost.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of drug use and sexual abuse.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781786516664
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Publication date: 05/29/2018
Series: Alien Blood Wars , #2
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 185
Sales rank: 301,567
File size: 637 KB

About the Author

Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.

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Copyright © Samantha Cayto 2018. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

Normally the throbbing beat of dance music didn’t faze Val. The rhythm reverberating in his chest reminded him of the ship’s engines pulsing. It had been a thousand Earth years since he’d last felt them, yet he hadn’t forgotten. He never forgot anything, and that unusual skill, for humans and his species alike, made his life a misery sometimes.

From the second-floor railing, he surveyed the club like a bird of prey, always on the lookout for trouble. That was the job of a bouncer. Humans had little self-control. Even the men of this upscale private club could get out of hand. That was especially true on a Saturday night when they allowed themselves to cut loose from their weekly jobs.

And the pretty boys dancing for them only inspired them to more stupidity, not less.

One in particular was causing quite a stir and the sight of it raised Val’s blood pressure in a way that the blaring music never did.

“Mackie’s in fine form tonight.”

Val almost bared his fangs at the casual remark. Given that it had been delivered by his superior, he kept his impulse in check. Besides, he had a lot emotionally invested in being unconcerned with the redheaded boy’s life.

He clamped his fingers harder around the railing. “His arm healed well.”

Alex leaned against the barrier next to him. “Yes, although that’s not what I meant. The members are delighted to see him back in action. He’ll make a killing, even if he only dances on the stage.”

The man’s gaze bore into him, although Val refused to take his eyes off the patrons. “He’s a smart boy. He’ll bring some up here and make even more.” The words were uttered with indifference, although maintaining the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ tone nearly caused his throat to constrict.

Alex left him alone for about two seconds. “We could still see him settled somewhere else. I’m sure any one of our remaining cadre would be willing and able to keep him safe. That’s assuming Dracul has him in his crosshairs at all.”


Val had had this conversation before with Alex. Since the renewal of their endless internecine war a few months earlier, they’d been operating under the assumption that Quinn and Mackie were both at risk. Alex kept his lover safe, of course, and Mackie had been convalescing at the club. The brat had been willing to be kept pampered and happy to return to his old job on the pole. He’d probably been shaken enough by his near-death experience at Adrian’s hands to go along with any plan to protect him from further harm.

It was Val who was the problem. He couldn’t stand the idea of his former lover being sent away. No one could be trusted with the boy’s safety other than him. His feelings on the matter were irrational, he knew. Those of his crew who remained loyal to Alex were all well-trained warriors who had survived human aggression, as well as Dracul’s frequent assaults. Yet, any time Val pictured Mackie being kept by another, his head threatened to explode.

“He’s my responsibility.” His gaze homed in on a club member whose hand lingered a little too long on Mackie’s perfect ass. “I will keep him safe, no one else.”

“Val…” Alex’s tone was one of infinite patience. He only used it when one of his men was driving him crazy. “You can’t keep the boy under your watchful eye forever, not as things stand between you.”

Val glanced sideways. “Things stand exactly where I want them. Mackie, too. He’s made it quite clear he wants nothing more to do with me.”

“His feelings are hurt. You know how these humans are. You sent him away with blistering words that his wounded pride won’t allow him to forgive.”

“They were necessary.”

It had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done—tossing Mackie out on his ear to keep him from Dracul’s clutches and it hadn’t even worked. Harder still had been seeing Mackie battered and bruised in Adrian’s hands. He would have torn the fucker to pieces, except that honor had been Alex’s. Val still blamed himself for not breaking it off with the boy earlier.

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