The Ultimate Gay Supernatural Collection

By Lily Anderson

The Ultimate Gay Supernatural Collection is packed full of steaming hot after dark short stories featuring beautiful ethereal male vampires, rough alpha male werewolves and plenty of gay erotic kinky paranormal sex!

The Collection features:

Dragon Eye
Werewolf Cabin
Deal with a Panther
Divided
&
DEFENDING VANCOUVER
Reluctant Truce Part 1
Reluctant Taste Part 2

DEFENDING VANCOUVER

The collection also features the first 2 books in the supernaturally successful hit chronicle ‘Defending Vancouver’: A thrilling three part vampire series following the darkly tantalizing lives of the Valmont brothers as they search to discover their fated mates on the dangerous streets of Vancouver.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lily Anderson
• Release date: Jun 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310110726

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DRAGON EYE

The clock told Calum that it was 8:45 pm. The trio of well-dressed young men walking past the gallery's front window reminded him it was Friday night. He envied those guys as they passed, for he’d been like them once. Being 38 and still single, it wasn’t quite so easy to get out and party and meet new people. Callum knew he still looked as those young guys did. He didn’t look like a man nearing his fourth decade at all. But standing only 5'8", every extra bit of padding on his voluptuous frame showed, and the bubble butt that he had so proudly rocked in college now openly displayed its cellulite. The world might claim it was getting more progressive, but Callum saw the reality all around him every day: beautiful gay men didn't want fat guys. Add in Callum’s education and his relatively low earning power, and he became a perfect storm of guy you’d fuck once but would never think of seeing again. At least that was how it had felt to Callum for such a long time. But he had a job he enjoyed and a handsome face that could at least lay a decent guy every now and again. Working for one of the most respected antiquities dealers in the region made for very exciting work. With the gallery closing in fifteen minutes he knew he should finish the small amount of work needed to close the place down. But their newest acquisition fascinated him too much. Pulling an errant spiral of brown hair – its curliness a legacy of his African American great-grandmother out his line of sight, he looked down at the paperwork on his desk again. Gold-gilt bronze ring: Byzantine, late 10th to 11th century. Runic inscription indicates that it likely belonged to a member of the Dragon eye Guard. Bronze rings from the Byzantine period were fairly common in antiquities circles, but rarely had Callum seen one with so much of the gold gilt still intact. It was nearly unheard of, but its authenticity had been thoroughly vetted. This was no fake. It was also unusual to acquire a piece so clearly associated with the Dragon eye Guard: the Russian and Anglo-Saxon warriors who served as the emperor's personal fighting force. This piece was going to command many times what a typical bronze ring of the era was worth. Such intrigues delighted Callum, making up somewhat for his non-existent social life. Almost.

Abruptly the door to the gallery opened. The silhouette of the man who entered looked imposing; dangerous even, with his powerful build, angular face and intense blue eyes. Callum put him in his mid-30's, but he bore an air of confidence and authority that seemed ageless. The style and cut of his clothing bespoke of a great deal of money, but potential buyers rarely came in unannounced, especially this late. Callum got up from his desk and walked over to him. Even as he stood up straight, he only came up to the man's shoulder. He turned those intense blue eyes on him and Callum became very aware of how very alone he was in the gallery. It was not an altogether unwelcome realization. The man spoke with a deep voice, in a sensual accent that Callum couldn’t place. Callum James? The broad sensual man called.

Yes. I'm sorry, have we met?

Forgive me. No we’ve not, but I am interested in Byzantine artefacts and heard that this was the place to come and that you were the person to ask.

As fearsome as the stranger appeared, Callum couldn’t help feel flattered and easily slipped back into professional mode. Our gallery specializes in all areas of mid to late Antiquity: Greek, Etruscan, Roman. As much as I wish it were otherwise, I am afraid our Byzantine selection is rather limited at present. Mostly oil lamps and other terracotta objects; a few rings. But I did my post-graduate work focusing on art produced during the Macedonian Renaissance: particularly from the reign of Basil II onward. I don't know if that makes me the person to ask, but I could certainly help point you in the right direction.

Ah yes, the man sighed, seemingly lost in memory. Emperor Basil... There have been so few like him, before and after his reign.

Erm, yes I suppose your right. He was... unique, an interesting guy to study if nothing else. The man still looked lost in thought. Callum felt distinctly unnerved, but also unwholesomely intrigued. He tried to focus. I'm sorry, sir, but I didn't get your name-- The hawkish face swivelled and the piercing eyes transfixed him like prey: a sudden and inhuman movement, especially since the rest of his body remained locked as it was. Anatole. Call me Anatole.

Uh, yes. Mr. Anatole, is there a particular type of item that you are looking for?

There is a very specific item that I am looking for: a ring.

He didn't need to say anymore. Callum already knew which ring he meant. His intense focus and bottled lethality gave it away. But how did he know? The Dragon eye ring had been purchased anonymously and only arrived at the gallery a few days ago. The gallery didn’t even have a public listing for it yet. Everything about this felt all wrong and Callum obeyed those instincts. The police would be here in minutes if he activated the panic button at his desk. He turned from Anatole, only to find him standing right in front of him, blocking the way. How did you do that?

When a man goes after something he really wants there is little that he can’t do to possess it, he said, that sleek accent making Kara momentarily forget the danger. A fine man in your profession must surely know that.

Erm I do, Callum said, wondering if he would pull the same trick if he tried to make it out the front door. But you've clearly gone to a great deal of trouble to find out who I am and what my gallery possesses, so I think perhaps you should exercise some patience and tell me about the possessive need that brought you here and how you plan to meet it? Callum winced once the words left his mouth. He was trying to talk him out of anything violent and had inadvertently made a come-on! Thankfully, Anatole let the innuendo slide. You have acquired a ring: bronze with a Dragon eye inscription and most of the gilt still intact. I want it. His tone broke no argument as though he had no doubt that Callum would quickly cave in and hand it over no more questions asked.

Callum sighed, his nerves creeping up his spine despite his casual tone, Since you've clearly done your homework, Mr. Anatole, yes, we have such a piece. But my employer has not assigned a final price. If you return Monday at 9am, they will be here and you can--

No. You don’t understand, Mr James. I want it now, and I would prefer that you give it to me. Not sell to me, give to me right here right now! Now there was innuendo in his voice. Callum knew he should be afraid, but something about the way he said it made him want to serve him whatever he wanted to do to his heated body.

W…why would I do that? He asked, without much conviction. You can't just walk in off the street and demand that I give you that ring. Just who do you think you are?

Anatole took a step towards Callum’s smaller frame, those eyes streamed such fury that Callum wanted to just grovel for forgiveness for the words he’d just said.

I am its owner and now I want it back!

The owner is dead, Callum countered. The Dragon eye ring was part of the private collection of Mr. Ivar Schultheiss who passed away four months ago at the age of eighty-seven. Mister Schultheiss left no heirs, so our agency acquired--

Stop! D…Don't talk to me about Ivar Schultheiss his name perverts our conversation like no other! I am that ring's rightful owner, its original owner! The man walked around Callum in a half-circle; slowly, theatrically, putting himself between him and the front door again. He wanted to question what he meant, but in his heart he knew what he was saying and why he couldn't place that accent: because it was a Russian accent that no one had spoken in centuries. That was impossible, he knew. But something about Anatole made him want to believe everything about him, and made him want to comply with anything the man wanted him to do.

His Highness, Emperor Basil gave them to all the men in my regiment on the anniversary of our first year of service. I alone kept mine in good condition. Didn't wear it very much. His face softened as he looked at Callum and he chuckled: a warm laugh that comes only from a life of long experience. "Thought it might be worth something someday. Yet circumstances parted me from it. I thought I would never see it again, and eventually assumed it lost to the void of time, but now it’s here in your possession and I would like it back. There is so little left of who I was then, I must have it if for no other reason than to remind me of who I used to be.

Callum reluctantly drew his eyes from the ocean before him in Anatole’s own. Fine let's say I believe you, Callum groaned, doubting his own sanity. If you've been alive that long then you must be very powerful. What do I get in return?

"Well I had planned to not kill you. Believe