Blind Man's Bluff (King of Hearts Three)

By Havan Fellows

In a world where supernatural creatures openly exist, who can blame them for coalescing in one of the most fascinating and erotic places on earth? Welcome to New Orleans.

His modus operandi is to feed and leave...
Laurant never repeats a meal. Not that his hors d'oeuvres complain. The incubus enjoys meeting every one of their needs multiple times over, leaving them in a blissfully sated state of mind for days—sometimes weeks—afterward. So, even though Laurant’s power is diminishing, why hasn’t he sought nourishment these past months since that explosive true feeding in March? For once in his centuries-old life, he realizes he doesn’t want just a snack...he wants a mysterious feast.
He has powers and no idea how to use them...
Gun has done his best to stay away from the sexy as hell incubus despite all his taunts and teases. Avoiding the demon was simple at first...but Gun’s powers are awakening and they like the sex demon. A lot. Now it isn’t so black and white, especially when Laurant focuses all his stimulating attention on helping Gun find his origins. But the once vivacious incubus doesn’t appear his lecherous perky self anymore. Gun jealously thought he found sustenance with others, but perhaps not. Maybe Laurant needs him again...and maybe Gun is okay with that...
They just might be on the verge of overcoming all the obstacles in their way...that is until those special three little words are whispered with the strength and magick to tear them apart completely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Havan Fellows
• Release date: Jun 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781941841228

Havan Fellows

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits. Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + ... it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

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In a world where supernatural creatures openly exist, who can blame them for coalescing in one of the most fascinating and erotic places on earth? Welcome to New Orleans.

His modus operandi is to feed and leave...

Laurant never repeats a meal. Not that his hors d'oeuvres complain. The incubus enjoys meeting every one of their needs multiple times over, leaving them in a blissfully sated state of mind for days—sometimes weeks—afterward. So, even though Laurant’s power is diminishing, why hasn’t he sought nourishment these past months since that explosive true feeding in March? For once in his centuries-old life, he realizes he doesn’t want just a snack…he wants a mysterious feast.

He has powers and no idea how to use them...

Gun has done his best to stay away from the sexy as hell incubus despite all his taunts and teases. Avoiding the demon was simple at first…but Gun’s powers are awakening and they like the sex demon. A lot. Now it isn’t so black and white, especially when Laurant focuses all his stimulating attention on helping Gun find his origins. But the once vivacious incubus doesn’t appear his lecherous perky self anymore. Gun jealously thought he found sustenance with others, but perhaps not. Maybe Laurant needs him again...and maybe Gun is okay with that…

They just might be on the verge of overcoming all the obstacles in their way…that is until those special three little words are whispered with the strength and magick to tear them apart completely.

Pulp Friction 2015 presents

King of Hearts Three

Blind Man’s Bluff

By

Havan Fellows

King of Hearts book Three

Pulp Friction book Ten

Round One:

Drawing Dead ~ Blind Stud ~ The Devil’s Bedpost ~ Diamonds and Dust

Round Two:

Dead Blind ~ Stud Player ~ Up the Ante ~ Diamond Draw

Round Three:

Dead Button ~ Blind Man’s Bluff ~ Devil’s Playground ~ Diamond Edge

Acknowledgements

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, incidents and positions are completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons—or incubus—living or deceased, businesses, events or locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky, perhaps sexy if you really are an incubus.

Cover photograph © GooDAura

Cover by Laura Harner

Editing by Jae Ashley

Printed in the United States of America

Copyright © July 2015 by Havan Fellows

All rights are reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, is forbidden without express written permission of the publisher/author. So please be good, good is fun.

Trademark Acknowledgements:

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Abita: Abita Brewing Company

Avon: Avon Products, Inc.

Cosmopolitan: Hearst Communications, Inc.

Doublemint: Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company

Gran Patrón Platinum: Patron Spirits International AG

Reader's Digest: Reader’s Digest Association, Inc.

Taser: TASER International, Inc.

The Spice & Tea Exchange: The Spice and Tea Exchange Holdings, LLC

And now…for your reading enjoyment…

Blind Man’s Bluff

Chapter One

Gun walked the final block down Burgundy Street toward his cottage. Dusk hadn’t quite fallen yet, so the lack of light from the windows of the quaint residence didn’t surprise him. Unfortunately that meant nothing. Demons—as he was quickly learning—could see in the dark. So even if the first impression when looking at the cottage signaled no one home…Gun knew without a doubt that Laurant was sitting on the chaise lounge they’d fucked on four months ago.

He also knew what would occur once he stepped through the front door.

He’d first head to the kitchen for a quick drink before crossing the sitting room. There he’d find Laurant reclined back on that damn sex chair reading Cosmopolitan. No matter the wide berth Gun gave him, they always seemed to touch skin on skin in close quarters. Time would stand still, even the air flowing through the cottage seemed to notice the significance of the moment and halt its movement.

After that, the contest of wills would begin. Would Gun make it to the bedroom, shower, and sleep, or would he fall at Laurant’s feet, shimmy between those sleek muscled legs and beg to swallow his dick?

Each day Gun feared he was a half step closer to the knees decision. But so far had been strong enough to start time back up, continue to the bedroom, and jack off in the shower to thoughts of burying himself balls deep in Laurant’s tight ass. He wasn’t sure if an incubus would bottom—the literature on gay incubi kind of started and ended with Laurant as far as Gun knew—but damn, Gun had no problem being a power bottom again.

Hell,