High Voltage

By Angelique Voisen

There’s a new player in Lyon City powerful enough to shut down the city’s electric lines and the job is right up Volt’s alley.

Volt isn’t always the easiest man or wizard to deal with. The only person sane enough to put up with his bullshit is his apprentice, tabby shifter Heath Bones, but even Heath’s patience is running out.

He wants Volt badly, but the elemental only cares about his work and his brothers at Havoc’s Crew. Quitting his job and leaving Volt is the best decision he’s ever made, right until he’s taken hostage by a major league demon.

Vanquishing demons, rescuing damsels and ravishing them after is all part and parcel of being a member of Havoc’s Crew, but Heath isn’t just any damsel. The more Volt tries to sizzle his desire for his apprentice into nothing, the more it threatens to explode into high voltage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772331943

Angelique Voisen

Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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Copyright© 2015 Angelique Voisen

ISBN: 978-1-77233-194-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Melissa Hosack

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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To readers, both new and old, I’m forever grateful for your support. I hope you enjoy Volt and Heath’s story.

HIGH VOLTAGE

Havoc’s Crew, 2

Angelique Voisen

Copyright © 2015

Prologue

Volt at Fifteen

Volt, I’m not sure about this, Kevin Smith said uncertainly.

We’ve talked about this, Kev. Do you want to continue living in that shithole of a foster home until you’re eighteen? Volt asked.

Hot summer air blew across their faces. The old airfield had been abandoned for decades so grass grew like a parasite through the cracked landing strip.

I don’t know, Volt. Maybe we should talk about it more.

Volt gripped Kevin’s arm in warning when he took a purposeful step forward. Kevin was about to kick at the neat circle of chalk Volt had painstakingly drawn on the ground. He loved Kevin almost like a blood brother, perhaps even more. When he saw the slender boy being bullied by the older kids living with the Fosters, Volt took it upon himself to protect Kevin. Volt had always been big, and he knew how to use his fists to make his point. Besides, the Fosters didn’t care about any of them. They collected kids like souvenirs.

After the bullying incident, they’d been inseparable. Kevin didn’t know it, but he was the only decent light in Volt’s screwed-up world.

At fifteen, Volt was bitter and jaded. He’d been passed like an unwanted mutt from one foster home to the next by an uncaring system. Some complained he was too violent and too dangerous to keep. Deep down though, Volt knew they were terrified of him and the power he possessed. Even the little things like the random sparks he’d summoned from electrical sockets or making the lampposts outside flicker during an electrical outage frightened them. None of them understood. They were just normal mortals without a spec of magical talent in them.

Volt was an Elementalist. He had the aptitude and the abilities to generate, manipulate, and master an element. In his case, it was electricity. Not many individuals in the supernatural community possessed his unique ability, but if he truly was so powerful, then why did he feel so helpless all the time?

How will summoning a demon help us, Volt? Kevin asked, not backing down. He shifted his broken glasses on the bridge of his freckled nose, his expression one of concern.

We don’t even know it will work. Volt snorted. If it does, then we can ask the demon anything we want. I can do some serious shit with my power, Kev, but it’s not enough. If I had more, then even the system can’t stop me from going where we want.

Volt, we’re kids. Where will we go? Kevin asked, voice impossibly gentle.

Volt jerked back from the hand on his shoulder. His skin tingled in warning. The bile inside him rose. I’m a fucking bastard for wanting my best friend, and I’m too cowardly to even tell him how I feel.

Lyon City’s underworld is teeming with supernatural thugs, Kev. A wizard who can cause serious harm is going to be a welcome addition to any team.

"What about me, Volt?

What about you? Volt tried to smother his rising anger. Didn’t Kevin understand he was going to take care of both of them from now on?

I’m just a skinny mortal. What use will they have for me?

Don’t worry your little head off, Kev. You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine. The words came out of Volt’s mouth before he could stop them.

You’re mine? Fuck, I’m going to freak him out even before we can run away. To Volt’s surprise, a smile appeared at the corners of Kevin’s lips.

Am I yours, Volt?

Volt glowered at him. Trust me. This is going to work, Kev. Everything’s going to be fine.

Alright, Volt. I trust you.

Volt nodded and began to walk the length of the enormous summoning circle he’d spent months studying. Given Lyon City had a large population of integrated supernatural denizens, it was easy getting illegal resources once Volt knew the right people.

Hell, getting the banned books was as easy as getting a hit of heroin or coke if one had the cash. Volt hadn’t told Kevin, but he suspected Kevin knew about the side jobs he’d been doing for the local gang of werewolves when he skipped classes. It wasn’t anything dangerous. Just shorting out a security camera here and there, but it sure paid for his other education in the arcane arts.

Volt took the utility knife from the pocket of his battered denim jacket.

What the hell, Volt. What’s with the knife?

Blood’s the usual cost for a summoning circle. Now shut up. I need to focus. Volt drew the blade across his forearm. It was a clean slice, and he began sprinkling the circle with his blood.

Felor, from the depths of the underworld I summon you, Volt said. More gibberish