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A.C. Ellas


I've long since embraced my inner nerd. I revel in my Greekness and in my Geekness. I have two lives: the mundane reality of life here on earth, and the far more interesting life in my head. I love ancient history; ancient forms of combat; target archery; sabre fencing; anything to do with horses other than western saddle stuff; organic food and sustainable farming; and science fiction and fantasy of all varieties, especially conventions, which are the only gatherings on earth where I can find many people just as strange as I am.

Email : ac.ellas@ymail.com

Website : http://www.ac-ellas.com

Not a Prison Ship

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Astrogator #6
Published By: Extasy Books

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Rak and Jisten

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #8
Published By: Extasy Books
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Honor, duty, lust.   Captain Jisten is a man divided. Honor, on the one hand, and love, on the other....
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Honor, duty, lust.
 
Captain Jisten is a man divided. Honor, on the one hand, and love, on the other. It’s difficult to balance the needs of his partner, S’Rak, and the needs of the prince he serves. It doesn’t help that the prince is acting oddly and growing increasingly jealous of the time his captain spends with the high priest. But then Jisten is drawn into the dark world of S’Rak’s past, where he is forced to confront his deepest fears. Racial pride and heritage war with his need for sanity and decency.
Will Jisten learn to accept S’Rak for who he is and face his internal demons, or will he withdraw behind the shield of duty and abandon the man he loves?
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Rasten

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #25
Published By: Extasy Books
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Plots within plots and barbarians, too. Two young boys fly south to rescue their father. A barbarian army rol...
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Plots within plots and barbarians, too.

Two young boys fly south to rescue their father. A barbarian army rolls north like a plague of locusts. Babies are born and plots are hatched, and woe is he who stands still, for events seek to overwhelm them all. Will love prevail against impossible odds?
Warning: There is a brief, non-graphic m/f scene
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Resurrection

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #4
Published By: Extasy Books
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Behold the power of the Lord of Night.   At last the stasis potion is set to wear off, and the prince...
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Behold the power of the Lord of Night.
 
At last the stasis potion is set to wear off, and the prince will return to the land of the living. But Rak discovers that his brother’s resurrection is the least of his problems. His past is being used against him, and so is his tryst with the handsome captain of the palace guard.
His options are few and his allies fewer, and the King has somehow declared him heir to the throne, an honor he absolutely does not want. Can Rak steer his way out of the political mess caused by his brother’s near death?
 
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Revenge of the Vlakas

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #22
Published By: Extasy Books
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Sometimes, the best-laid plans do yield results and revenge doesn’t always have to wait. They say reveng...
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Sometimes, the best-laid plans do yield results and revenge doesn’t always have to wait.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Chancellor Virien’s rage will permit no delay. He lays his plans with care, devising the perfect trap for the two men who’ve foiled his plans time and time again. Captain Jisten and High Priest S’Rak are going down and Virien will be there to gloat over their misfortune. Will the lovers prevail once more, or will Lord Virien get the last laugh?
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Road to Koilatha

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #1
Published By: Extasy Books
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Pack lighter for the doomed mission.   For three thousand years, the dark servants of the Lord of Nig...
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Pack lighter for the doomed mission.

 

For three thousand years, the dark servants of the Lord of Night have waged war against the monstrous armies of the Unmaker. An ancient prophecy gives them hope of eventual victory, but now the underpinnings of their salvation are threatened, for the Unmaker seeks to destroy a central player of the prophecy before he comes into his own.

Cursed with the rare gift of foresight, high priest S’Rak suffers a series of visions showing the same man dying a hundred different deaths. To save the ancient prophecy, S’Rak is duty bound to travel to a sun kingdom and, if necessary, give his life to defend this unknown prince.

 

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Romancing the Gator

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Astrogator #3
Published By: Extasy Books

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Sex in the Sun Temple

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #2
Published By: Extasy Books
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The only thing more entertaining than being accused of murder is seducing the innocent.   S’Rak...
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The only thing more entertaining than being accused of murder is seducing the innocent.
 
S’Rak, a high priest of the Lord of Night, has been sent far from home to defend both a prophecy and a prince. His problems began the very day he arrived in a kingdom that views him and his kind as demons, and his half-brother Prince Jethain, the man he has sacrificed everything to save, isn’t helping matters.
Only Jisten, the captain of the palace guard, is willing to help S’Rak, but can the two learn to work together in time to save the prince?
warning: this book contains a m/f scene
 
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Slave Dancer

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #27
Published By: Extasy Books
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Together, or not at all. While Prince Jethain defends Koilatha from the Lythadi invaders and the delegation of...
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Together, or not at all.
While Prince Jethain defends Koilatha from the Lythadi invaders and the delegation of dark servants make their position very clear to King and Council, High Priest S’Rak and Captain Jisten remain captives of Chancellor Virien.

Neither will leave without the other, trapping both in an abyss deeper and crueler than anything they’ve withstood before. Only together can they hope to break free of their prisons, but will they be able to overcome the horror and pain of the present to look to the future?
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Slavers' Guild War

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #18
Published By: Extasy Books
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Grilled minstrel with a side of fried spy. The slavers are moving against High Priest S’Rak and Captain...
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Grilled minstrel with a side of fried spy.
The slavers are moving against High Priest S’Rak and Captain Jisten to make them pay for the destruction of Wethmir House. Other forces are moving also, secret forces, and S’Rak remains their target. Between Jisten’s racial bond with S’Rak and S’Tyll’s empathic one, there is little the two men can’t accomplish where S’Rak is concerned…so long as they work together. But trust is hard to forge in the aftermath of outraged blows and assassin’s blades, especially after the too-bold bard makes a play for the too-shy captain. If Jisten and S’Tyll can’t learn to trust one another enough to form a working partnership, the one thing they hold dear, S’Rak, could be lost to them both.
 
 

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Slavers, Guards and Bards

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #16
Published By: Extasy Books
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“I can take them fearlessly into battle. Unfortunately, that is the only place I can fearlessly take them.&r...
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“I can take them fearlessly into battle. Unfortunately, that is the only place I can fearlessly take them.” – S’Rak
 
Slavers steal the Valer children, and it’s up to High Priest S’Rak and Captain Jisten to hunt them down and rescue the children. In a country where slavery is legal and slavers as common as fleas on a dog, the children’s hope of rescue before the auction block is slim to none.
S’Rak’s guards, long on the road, arrive in the city at last and immediately spark a battle and a diplomatic incident. Will S’Rak’s sanity, dignity and diplomatic immunity survive?
Bard Tafflynn, also known as S’Tyll, arrives with S’Rak’s personal guard. He is not pleased by the presumption of the Valer captain. S’Rak is, after all, his spouse. Will the bond Jisten shares with Rak prove sufficient to shield him from the irate wrath of the high priest’s husband?
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Solstice Dagger

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The longest day, the shortest night, the greatest danger. When the sacred dagger essential to the solstice ri...

Nivi’s sandals slid across the satiny smooth stone. He wobbled, sandals slipping on sand, which collected even up here on the roof, arms flinging out for balance. It was a very long way down. The dagger flew from his flailing hand, skittering and spinning, a flashing rainbow-and-metal streak across black marble. Grandma’s scream hurt his ears, but Nivi dove for the sliver of star-steel, his body smacking onto the catwalk well short of the dagger.

It teetered on the brink of the marble span, threatening to tip over and crack the glass dome of the temple’s roof. Thank the Night it wasn’t at the other edge, where it would plummet dragon-lengths down to the hard stone of the plaza below. Nivi crept forward on his belly, straining to reach the dagger an arm-length away—a hand-length—a finger-length. His longest finger brushed the cool copper-and-bronze of the dagger’s simple guard and tipped it over the edge.

Wordlessly, he wailed as the blade tumbled down, end over end. The dagger clattered against the glass dome and slid into the shadows. There was no choice. He had to get the dagger. He had to put it back on the altar. He swung his legs over the edge, setting his hands on the marble span.

“No, Nivi! Don’t!”

He ignored her babble, lowering himself down by strength of arm. Then he ran out of arm, and his sandals still dangled well above the curved glass. He let go, dropping half again his height. Sandals slapped on glass as his knees bent, absorbing the impact, and he looked down through the translucent surface at the nave of the temple so very far below. He sidled, sliding his feet rather than lifting them, to the spot where the dagger had vanished into the shadows. He crouched, reached down into the narrow crevice of the gutter where the faintest of glows marked the spot where the night stone rested, and felt around for the hilt.

He found the sharp edge of the blade and he snatched his hand back. Blood welled from his cut finger, a rich crimson red that had no equal in either luster or depth of color. A drop trailed down the length of his finger and he twisted his hand to watch it, forgetting his pain, and forgetting his quest. A shadow fell across him and the blood turned rusty black. He stuck the throbbing finger in his mouth and looked up.

The scales of the dragon were iridescent, like ebon puddles overlaid with a film of oil. Purple, red, blue, and green twisted and flowed across the beast. Horns, claws, ridges and above all, teeth, were white as death, a stark contrast to the black hide. Blazing yellow eyes, bright and burning like sunfire, searched the temple roof. Then the dragon flew past, unable to find a place to land. Nivi picked up the dagger and carefully tucked it into his belt.

His father had sent the dragon to find him. He had to hurry. He jumped up, trying to catch the edge of the narrow span that lined the building’s edge. He came nowhere close to his goal. He ran lightly for the closer spire, every so often trying again to leap and catch the ledge, all to no avail. He reached the corner where the catwalk met the smooth round tower. Nothing. He ran on, faster, keeping the black marble to his left. The second tower offered no way out, either. He was too short. He couldn’t reach the spire doors atop the spans. He was trapped. He rocked back and forth, clutching the sacred dagger.

Leaf green swirling with ceruleandon’t give up, keep runningvermillion pinwheels on lavender

Nivi picked himself up and put the wall to his left again. He continued on, slowly at first, and then accelerating as a subtle difference in the grey color of the distant tower’s base drew him in. The spire itself was silver, but the base was grey marble.

There was a door. It wasn’t a large door, barely wide and tall enough for a thin man to duck through, but Nivi had no trouble fitting. There was a partial twist of the stair down from the main roof exit. The nave was below, and the altar. He padded down the spiral stairs. Down and down without pause, into the stone bowels of the depths of the temple. The base of the staircase was abrupt and simple as the other end. If there had been doorways along the way, he hadn’t seen them. He exited the volute.

Deep darkness surrounded him. His fingers scraped rough-hewn rock to either side. He hesitated, drawing back in to himself and rocking. The lambent nightstone drew his eye. Here was light, here was life. He held the dagger aloft before him.

—hematite paling to silver—hurry, Nivi, you must go up, and up—pearl swirling on jade and lapis—

The nightstone in the dagger gave enough light, barely, to see by.

The longest day, the shortest night, the greatest danger.

When the sacred dagger essential to the solstice rites goes missing, disaster is only hours away. Everyone in the temple turns out to search for the solstice dagger. Can one special boy fight past his inner distraction to save the day?
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Sun Sprites and Squirrel Nuts

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #32
Published By: Extasy Books

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Tarasch

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Published By: Extasy Books
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To love another is worth the risk of burning out one’s mind. Captain Nick Steele is young to be in comma...
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To love another is worth the risk of burning out one’s mind.
Captain Nick Steele is young to be in command of a starship, and his Astrogator, Cai, is fresh from the Guild Halls himself, which is not how things are supposed to be done. It’s bad enough that they’re both wet behind the ears, but Nick quickly discovers that he’s irresistibly drawn to Cai like a moth to a flame, with the same relative risks the moth faces. Cai proves the stronger man when he tells Nick in no uncertain terms that he can’t risk burning out Nick’s mind for the sake of some physical pleasure. As their ship spirals into the dark heart of Tarasch, will Nick ever overcome Cai’s objections to their mutual attraction?
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Test of Champions

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Son of the Wind #4
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Now there are twelve. V-Tach has won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness Stakes. Now, only the Belmont Stakes...

The sun had set hours ago and now only the singing of crickets filled the calm air with sound. To the casual observer, nothing moved out there, as if the world was paused, waiting for the dawn. Pat knew better—the night was alive, a more furtive, frantic life than that of day but just as full.

As he slipped toward the barn, an owl drifted overhead. Pat watched its flight. It was a barn owl, of course. The owl flew on, and after a moment, Pat walked into the barn.

Vee snorted a greeting.

Pat entered the stall and wrapped his arms around Vee’s neck. “You ready, me boyo? I’ve got clothes for you.”

Vee nuzzled him. Is this safe, Pat? Brenden thought it was dangerous for us to change.

“I’ve learned the illusion spell. If anyone looks in your stall, they’ll see you sleeping in the corner. And we’re going to Otherworld. We’ll be safe there.” Pat had it all planned out and was confident in his abilities. He laid out the clothes for Vee and stood back. “Once you shift, I’ll cast the illusion.”

Vee offered no further objections. With a sound like the rustling of leaves in a breeze and a veritable cascade of golden sparkly motes that mostly concealed a yawning void, Vee shifted into human form.

Pat couldn’t help but leer at the drop-dead gorgeous, porn-star, body-builder hunk of a man that was the magic’s rendering of a racing-fit thoroughbred into human terms.

Viktor smiled at him, bold as a jaybird, and reached for the clothes…slowly.

Pat groaned and forced his eyes, and mind, elsewhere. He had to cast the illusion before they got caught. He raised his hands, absently tracing the outline of the figure he imagined, letting wisps of power flow into the lines as he willed the seeming of V-Tach into being. Illusions were disgustingly easy. All it took was a little magic power, the ability to imagine something and concentration. By the time Viktor was dressed, an illusion of a sleeping V-Tach filled the stall precisely as the real horse would have. Pat, who knew every line and bump of his mate’s equine form, had cast a near-perfect replica image.

Viktor looked at the illusion. “That is me?”

“It is. You’re as gorgeous a horse as you are a man.” Pat smiled.

Viktor laughed softly and struck a pose for Pat. “So long as you like what you see.”

“Oh, I do,” Pat told him, coming up beside him and wrapping him in a hug. “I love you, Viktor. I always will.”

“I love you, too, Pat.” Viktor returned the hug, and for several minutes, they just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, comfort and love.

 

Now there are twelve.
V-Tach has won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness Stakes. Now, only the Belmont Stakes stands between him and racing history. But the Test of Champions has defeated many a Triple Crown dream and not all horses finish the trail.
The disappearance of magical horses struck home once with the disappearance of Xanthos. When Achilles Pat O’Peleon, Vee’s mate, is stolen, the shifter is determined to track him down, but the odds are against them, and so is the clock, for the day of the Belmont Stakes looms ever closer.
Are the púcca jockey and his racehorse shifter up to the task of finding and freeing the magical horses? Will they make it back to the track in time for the Belmont or will they be forced to abandon their dream in the face of greater need? What price is the pair willing to pay for victory, both on and off the track?
The disappearance of magical horses struck home once with the disappearance of Xanthos. When Achilles Pat O'Peleon, Vee's mate, is stolen, the shifter is determined to track him down, but the odds are against them—and so is the clock, for the day of the Belmont Stakes looms ever closer.
Are the púcca jockey and his racehorse shifter up to the task of finding and freeing the magical horses? Will they make it back to the track in time for the Belmont or will they be forced to abandon their dream in the face of greater need? What price are the pair willing to pay for victory, both on and off the track?
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The Cost Of War

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #20
Published By: Extasy Books
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I would not miss this for all the café in Koilatha.—S’Rak     The stake...
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I would not miss this for all the café in Koilatha.—S’Rak    
The stakes have never been higher, nor the odds longer, as High Priest S’Rak, the assassin S’Tyll and Captain Jisten attempt to avert disaster and the ending of the Victory Prophecy. As foreseen by S’Rak, today is the day that the Unmaker will unleash her attack, killing the prince and assuring her victory. Only a handful of mortal men stand in her way, and as she seeks to brush them aside, they must stand firm, stand together or all might be lost.
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The Great Rabbit Hunt

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: The Dark Servant #3
Published By: Extasy Books
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Duty before pride.   After saving the prince from certain death and convincing the sun priests that h...
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Duty before pride.
 
After saving the prince from certain death and convincing the sun priests that he’s not dead but in magical stasis, a high priest of the Lord of Night should have time to relax and enjoy his tryst with the captain of the palace guard. Between the nobles blackmailing him over his past and the sun priests intent on staking and beheading the prince (to save his soul), Rak’s in deeper trouble than ever. And to make matters worse, the captain doesn’t even remember their tryst.
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The Owl Initative

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Astrogator #7
Published By: Extasy Books

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The Psionics Guild

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Astrogator #5
Published By: Extasy Books
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So, you think you’re in love with an Astrogator. Captain Nick Steele discovers that being married to an...
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So, you think you’re in love with an Astrogator.
Captain Nick Steele discovers that being married to an Astrogator isn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be. Not that Astrogator Cai was an issue, for they remained deeply, passionately in love with one another, but everyone else seems to have an issue with it, especially the administrators of the Psionics Guild.
To what lengths will the Guild go to separate Nick from their Astrogator? What price is Nick willing to pay to keep Cai? What will Cai give up to keep Nick?
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The Pucca and the Shifter

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Son of the Wind #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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As the danger increases, so do the rewards.     V-Tach, the victorious co-winner of the Kentuc...

After another morning gallop where Vee didn’t move over the track as comfortably as his fans might like, Pat was walking Vee like usual. The commotion near the receiving barn drew his attention, and after a moment, curiosity got the best of him and he headed over there with Vee at his side.

Two men were wrestling with the leads attached to the halter of the blood bay colt who was rearing up and generally carrying on. Pat recognized the colt, of course. “Taifu. I thought he wasn’t coming until Thursday.”

Vee snorted and raised his head up. I remember him.

“Well, on Saturday, you can beat his socks off.”

The white socks don’t come off our legs, Pat. They’re not really socks like humans wear. Vee was eyeing him now.

Pat choked back a laugh. “I didn’t mean it literally.” He turned his attention back to Taifu and his handlers. They had the colt under some semblance of control now and were moving him toward the receiving barn.

“You go away!” A tough-looking Asian man stood before them, fists clenched in anger. “You no spy on us!”

“I wasn’t spying,” Pat said easily as Vee sidled. “I was just curious as to what the ruckus was all about.” He turned his back on the man and clucked to Vee. “Come on, me boyo.”

Pat didn’t see what the man did, but Vee suddenly snaked his head toward the man, teeth bared. Pat turned toward Vee as if trying to take control of him, but the result was to give Vee more lead. The colt lunged for the Asian, who scrambled backward, tripped on the uneven ground and fell, landing on his butt.

Pat didn’t laugh as he gently placed a hand on Vee’s halter. “Sorry about that, old boy,” he said in his best faux-British accent. “My horse seems to have taken a dislike to you. Best you be on your way before he decides to take your bloody head off.” It wasn’t a threat any horseman would dismiss. Thoroughbreds were known for having difficult temperaments…even, rarely, homicidal ones. The aggression that made them so competitive on the track could also make them into nightmares to handle. Vee wasn’t one of those—but the man accosting them had no way of knowing that.

The man scrambled to his feet and beat a hasty, undignified retreat.

Pat shook his head. The man would never forgive or forget. They’d made an enemy today. Of course, he suspected that Taifu’s entire stable already considered him and Vee to be their enemies.

Pat led Vee back toward the stakes barn. “I hope they really do ask for a stall on the far side of the barns from us.”

Vee bared his teeth again then turned it into a yawn. Bring it on. Taifu is no match for me.

Pat chuckled and gave his shoulder a pat. “I know. You’re the best, Vee. Love you.”

Love you, too. Vee was utterly calm again as they reached the stakes barn.

 

As the danger increases, so do the rewards.    

V-Tach, the victorious co-winner of the Kentucky Derby, is set to face his rival Taifu in the rematch called the Preakness Stakes. V-Tach hates the track surface at Pimlico; it doesn’t feel right to him. His rival seems to relish it. Both colts are keen to compete in the second jewel of racing’s Triple Crown, but events outside their control may shape the outcome of the race.
Magical horses continue to disappear, and both the shifter V-Tach and his púcca lover, Pat, are definitely at risk, so much so that they dare not transform and reveal their magical natures. At the same time, the mafia is still trying to kill Brenden, all of which combines to leave their dreams downright endangered.
Will the O’Peleon men prevail against the long odds facing them? Will V-Tach prove able to overcome his dislike of the track and the other challengers who seek to steal the race from him?
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