Author Name: Kayla Jameth
Kayla Jameth grew up on the family farm in Ohio, baling hay, raising cattle, and making maple syrup. An unrepentant tomboy, her father taught her to weld before she graduated from high school.
She attended Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University and later, Texas A&M University in her pursuit of veterinary medicine, taking her farther away from her rural roots. You can transplant the county girl, but you can’t make her a city slicker. Besides, it was only going to be for a little while, right?
But it wasn’t all hard work for Kayla, her sojourn as the princess of the Celestial Kingdom left her with the title sir and a costume closet the envy of many knights, lords, and ladies. See? She does have some ladylike qualities complete with the title of Lady to back it up.
After declaring for years that she was just a veterinarian who wrote not an author, Kayla now finds herself living in Spring, Texas (practically Houston) and writing m/m erotic romance. The location is probably a bigger surprise than the genre. Never the kind of girl to discuss makeup and clothing designers, she would rather be outside getting dirty with the boys.
Kayla shares her home with a cat, two guinea pigs, a gerbil, three guppies, a husband and a son and daughter.
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Grant
Alone, Andreas toils on a remote farmstead for a Spartan overlord. When a kryptes enters his world, Andreas fears for his life. The dread warriors stalk and kill helots—like Andreas' father—as part of their training.
Andreas sees only one way to save himself: he must tame the fearsome warrior.
But what began as self-preservation develops into attraction. Yearning for the company of someone other than his ferret Ictis, Andreas decides to trust the Spartan warrior and risk the fate that claimed his father.
Born to rule by the sword, Theron sees the world as his and acts accordingly, taking everything Andreas offers and reaching for more. However, love between men in Sparta is considered shameful and requires either exile or suicide to redeem Sparta’s honor. Now, only the gods can save them from the terrible price Sparta extracts from men who desire other men.
Apollo reclined, kylix in hand, as Erato sang of a doomed love between a prince and his slave. The pathos reminded him of a prince he’d once loved.
Seeming to sense his melancholy, Halys knelt and filled his kylix with ambrosia. Apollo rewarded his newest lover—a slave instead of a prince—with a bittersweet smile. The daemon’s jet black gaze rose to meet his. The rascal was curiously somber tonight. Maybe Erato’s poem affected him too.
Apollo ran his fingers through the dark, wiry curls, rubbing the horn buds above the rich mahogany brow. Black zebra-like stripes on Halys’ arms and torso embellished his burnished skin. Halys’ eyelids lowered as he leaned into Apollo’s touch.
A dusky hand settled on Apollo’s knee, the fingers lightly tracing his inner thigh. Apollo shivered and his breath caught at the heat in his lover’s gaze. This slave was a prince of seduction.
Erato had begun to allow hope to creep into her tale of the lovers—quietly, like the hope trapped in Pandora’s Jar—that might yet save the young men.
Halys followed that budding promise and slipped his hand under Apollo’s chiton. Apollo shot him a warning glance. That would have to wait until his daughters had departed for their own beds. With a suggestive wink, Halys licked his lips impudently before settling his hand somewhat lower. The scoundrel!
Categories:Erotica, Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance. MAY be considered to have paranormal elements.
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