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Son of the Wind


V-Tach's Awakening

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Son of the Wind #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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I am what I am in the form that I am. Pat, a repressed púcca, is enjoying his career as a top jockey. He rid...

Pat woke with a pounding heart. The dream had been so vivid! He was sweating and his muscles ached as if it’d been real. Of course, it couldn’t have been. Pat was up and moving though. I have to check on Vee. Something’s amiss, I know it. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket. As restless as he was, he might as well sleep in the barn for the rest of what remained of the night.

For some reason, he felt the need to run. Even though there was no sign of trouble. The night, if anything, was quieter than it had been earlier. He quickly covered the distance between the house and the barn. When he got there, staggering and close to exhaustion, he could hear Vee moving restlessly in his stall—and the stall door was open!

Pat flipped the switches, flooding the barn with light. A crazy-looking man was in Vee’s stall. He was filthy, unkempt, unshaven, with long yellow fingernails and wild black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been combed in years. All this Pat saw in a flash, along with the rags the man wore in lieu of clothes. Pat grabbed a pitchfork and leaped into the stall to defend Vee, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Before his horrified eyes, the wild man bit Vee, right on his left haunch, and Pat shrieked in anger when he saw the blood. He charged the man, because he couldn’t swing the pitchfork without hitting Vee. The man nimbly avoided him and ducked back out of the stall, and Pat gave chase, bellowing for assistance, but the man disappeared, impossibly fast, but for the trailing cackle of glee he left in his wake.

 

* * * *

 

He had awoken abruptly when the door to his stall creaked open. He’d heard his rider walk though earlier and had assumed that all was well. He clambered to his feet, blowing softly to tell his rider that he was awake now. But it wasn’t his rider. It was a stranger. He backed up and sounded an alarm. The strange man followed him, quick as a cat, and laid a hand on him.

He started to rear but froze as a voice spoke in his mind, not in sounds so much as in concepts, thoughts, ideas. But it was the equivalent, to him, of words to a human. “You are more than you seem, more than you know, and all that you desire can be, if you reach for it.

“How?”

“I will help you.”

His rider was suddenly there, pitchfork in hand, and he feared that the strange man would leave without telling him how to realize his dreams. He was greatly surprised when the man bit him, and he squealed in anger, twisting to bite back, to bring his own hooves into play. But his rider was forcing the man away from him, and he didn’t want to hurt his rider, so he settled and stood hipshot, easing his weight off the bitten leg, though truth be told, it didn’t hurt that much.

He was pleased that his rider had defended him, even if the man had gotten away. His rider cared about him as much as he cared about his rider. If only the strange man had stayed to tell him how this dream could come true.

 

I am what I am in the form that I am.
Pat, a repressed púcca, is enjoying his career as a top jockey. He rides for his father, a sorcerer and notable breeder and trainer of top thoroughbreds. He, like his father, seeks glory on the track. The Triple Crown hasn’t been won since 1978, and they have a horse who might be the one to do it. But first, V-Tach must prove himself worthy by winning the Wood Memorial, and someone or something is out to stop them.
Pat hates magic and wants nothing to do with it, seeing it as nothing more than a cheat. But the power of magic can’t be denied forever, neither his own magic nor that of V-Tach. When Pat discovers that V-Tach is a shapeshifter capable of changing into a human man, he’s outraged. Will the magic bring the end of their racing dreams?
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Derby Dreams

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Son of the Wind #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Dreams are born or dreams are lost in two minutes on the first Saturday in May.     The raceh...

They cuddled through the entire display, and when the crowd began to depart, Viktor held Pat down. “So many people. We should wait here, yes?” He kissed Pat’s cheek.

“Vik, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Pat pushed at Viktor’s chest, but the larger man wouldn’t budge. Viktor kissed him again, this time on the lips. It felt really good. He could feel Viktor’s interest. His lips parted under Viktor’s, and their tongues met, stroking each other along the border of their locked mouths.

Pat broke off the kiss finally and said, “There’s too many people around here. We can’t.”

Viktor stood up and looked around. He pointed into the darkness. “We go there?”

Pat’s heart started beating faster and his mouth went dry. Viktor couldn’t be serious. But he was. Viktor grabbed his hand and the blanket and tugged him deeper into the park, toward the bridge. “We can’t leave our stuff—” Pat started to protest then gave it up; Viktor wasn’t listening. Stubborn as a goat, he grumbled to himself, but even as he pretended disinterest, he could feel his erection trying to burst out of his pants. Viktor was so very hot and the thought of doing it out here, in the open, was a heady draught of exhilaration.

The park was nearly deserted now—only a few people were in view, and none of them was close. Viktor found a secluded spot of ground overhung by branches. He looked at Pat. “Good?”

“Yes,” Pat managed. He helped Viktor spread the blanket, though he was still nervous about this. Oh, the trouble they’d be in if they got caught! But…he glanced at Viktor. The man wasn’t going to wait until they got back to the barn. That much was obvious—he’d not be getting that back into his pants any time soon.

Viktor pulled Pat into his arms and proceeded to kiss him all over. His hands wormed into Pat’s clothes to stroke his skin. Pat found himself undressing with Viktor’s urging and assistance. Viktor caressed Pat languidly, his large eyes black in the darkness, but somehow, Pat realized Viktor didn’t have any problem seeing him. Viktor’s hand found his crotch and Pat gasped.

 

Dreams are born or dreams are lost in two minutes on the first Saturday in May.
   
The racehorse shifter, V-Tach, and his jockey, Achilles “Pat” O’Peleon, now face the challenge that has eluded the O’Peleon family for years—the Kentucky Derby. Facing off against some of the best horses in the world, without any magical advantage, will V-Tach have what it takes to win the roses?
As magical horses continue to disappear, forces are moving against Brenden, Pat’s father and Vee’s trainer, and all might be lost should the mage perish. Meanwhile, Pat takes the first steps into the world of magic, but first, he must acknowledge his own nature, a challenge he might find harder even than winning races.
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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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Test of Champions

Written By: A.C. Ellas
Series: Son of the Wind #4
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

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?
Price: $3.99