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Ethan came into view, and the stupid bastard was barely panting. He had a  light sheen of sweat on his forehead, though his dark brown hair was  still completely dry. The little bit of gel that spiked the short  strands even held. Ethan didn't look like he'd been taken for much of a  run at all.

"How did you even manage to throw this at me? I didn't even see you  carrying it!" Jamie snapped, and he immediately started to struggle,  searching for a way out of the damned net. He thought it would be easy,  but with the weights on it, it was hard. He was stuck.

Ethan didn't answer him, instead he walked right up to where Jamie was lying.

Ethan was six feet and two inches of solid muscle. He had wide shoulders  and a lean waist, with the kind abs that Jamie envied and loved  touching, but could never get for himself. The man was gorgeous, and  though he wasn't bulky, he was definitely strong, and he could really  hurt Jamie if he wanted to.

The gun in Ethan's hand, which was pointed right at Jamie, was enough to  make him want to be compliant. "Okay, whoa, you don't need to do that.  I'm not going to try anything."

Ethan reached behind him, grabbed onto something metal that had been clipped to his belt, and then tossed them at Jamie.

They landed on the net, and Jamie was able to grab onto them and see  what they were. His stomach dropped out of him. He wanted to be sick.

Shackles with spells engraved on them that would suppress Jamie's  powers. He looked up at Ethan, searching for any shred of empathy, any  small amount of something that meant the man cared enough about him not  to destroy his life like this.

"Come on, please, don't do this, I never hurt anyone."

"Several city blocks lost power because of you," Ethan said, still  pointing his weapon. "That's not the behavior of someone who's innocent.  You also attacked me when I chased you."         

     



 

Jamie couldn't tell if it was a real gun, or something that would just  shoot a dart with a drug in it. Didn't matter, he was scared shitless.

"So I have to be picked up for that?" Jamie asked.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Ethan, come on, please, you know me. That thing with the power  back in the city...I was just stressed out because one of my friends is  missing. I'm not dangerous. I don't hurt people. I don't do that. You  know me," he said again, hoping it would resonate.

"I don't know you," Ethan said, but the man closed his eyes briefly, as if he didn't want to be reminded of what they'd done.

"You know me well enough to know I'm not a killer! Christ, we slept in the same bed! Twice!"

"Put the shackles on, right now," Ethan said, and his tone brooked no  argument. His face softened just a little, but his eyes remained cold  and heartless. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

The problem was that Jamie knew if he put the shackles on he would  totally helpless. There would he no chance to escape. He would be done.  Game over. No more continues. That was it.

And Ethan was the one who was doing this to him. Ethan.

Clearly, he and Ethan didn't know each other, because this cold man who  stared down at him with unfeeling eyes was not the same man Jamie had  laughed with over drinks or danced with back at the club.

He had to get out of here. If Ethan had his way, then Jamie was going to go into a box before he was shipped off to a lab.

Jamie had almost no energy left inside of him, but he wasn't going to  just play dead either. He was not about to put these goddamned shackles  on his wrists. He was going to do something, and it was worth the risk  of whatever was inside of that gun.

He powered up and fired off a shot, so fast that he was positive he caught Ethan before he could fire.

Ethan's entire body went tight, as if he was in the throes of a bad  cramp. His eyes widened with pain, and then he fell over, right beside  Jamie.

At first Jamie could hardly believe it, and then he laughed as he stared  down into Ethan's unconscious face. "That's what you get," he said, but  then realized how thick and heavy his tongue felt inside of his mouth.

Jamie tried to move, tried to get the damned net off of him, but even  his fingers fumbled and felt numb. He could hardly move an inch of his  body, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Jamie looked down at the tiny dart that was sticking out of his chest,  right above his heart, and he wanted to laugh again, but he was already  going under.

For some stupid reason, the first thing Jamie started to dream about, in  the hazy way that people dreamed when they were still half awake, was  the early morning after his and Ethan's second night together. It was  before everything went to shit, when Jamie still got butterflies in his  stomach when Ethan had kissed him. That's what he was softly doing in  dawn's light, right before Ethan escorted him to his car, and then gave  him his phone number with the request that he call as often as he liked.

Jamie's eyes slid completely shut, despite his best efforts to stay  awake, and all he could think about was what would happen to him if  Ethan woke up first.

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Other Paranormal Romances by Mandy Rosko

Things in the Night Series

The Vampire's Curse Book 1

The Legend of the Werewolf Book 2

The Dragon and the Wolf M/M Novella

The Shepard's Agony Book 3

Others

The Princess' Dragon Lord

Just One Touch

My Angel Lover, Have Mercy on Me M/M

Mate of the Wolf

Night and Day Book M/M Book 1

The Calm Before the Storm M/M Book 2

All Hell Breaking Loose M/M Book 3

Medieval Romances by Rizzo Rosko

Lady Thief Book 1

Lady Deception Book 2

Excerpts from Mandy Rosko Books

If you would like to read more by Mandy Rosko, she recommends The Princess' Dragon Lord. Here is a short excerpt:





The Princess' Dragon Lord

Mandy Rosko

A dragon's desire will burn for a thousand years...

Timid Diana Winters doesn't get much excitement, until she goes for a hike in the woods and is attacked by the trees.

Like out of a fairytale nightmare they uproot themselves and go on the  offensive, and she is chased through the forest before tumbling down a  waterfall, only to wake up in the bed of the most gorgeous man she's  ever seen, who claims to be a dragon lord, and her husband who killed  her a thousand years ago on their wedding day!

Lord Azoth Dracamire vows to never have meant her any harm. Someone put a  potion in his goblet on the day of their marriage, and he has paid for  it every day since for a thousand years.

Although Diana struggles with the physical pull she feels towards him  and Azoth's obvious lust for her, one thing is certain: someone sent  those monsters after her in the forest, and they still want her dead.  Now she must decide if her new and conflicting emotions towards her  husband, a man she doesn't know, are worth risking her life.

Excerpt

Diana awoke to the lingering, warm tingle that came from being kissed. A  lot. Her lips and tongue were being caressed, the smooth glide of  another tongue inside of her mouth, lovingly licking her deep, made her  arch forward for more. Her breasts were being squeezed, her body  caressed. The scent of arousal was in the air, thick and musky, which  drove her body wild. Hotter and hotter until she could hardly stand it.

Her heart pounded like it was in a race, and her legs and arms, her  whole body, trembled from the warm release of pleasure that usually came  after making love. It rushed through her and bloomed in a release that  made her shudder and moan.

She sank back into her pillows and sighed, catching her breath with a  smile on her swollen lips. That had been the most intense sex dream  she'd ever had. That had been the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.  Too bad she didn't get a lot of either.

Diana released another breathy, satisfied, exhale, and then opened her  eyes to look around. Her buzz left her as she took in her surroundings,  and the fact that she was on a bed that wasn't hers. It didn't look like  something the park had for first-aid either.

She sat up again, ignoring the twitch in her still sensitive sex as her survival instincts kicked in. Uh, where was she?

There was a roughly carved red stone wall all around her. There was no  light bulb or fire anywhere that she could see, but the cave that she  was in, if it could be called a cave, was as bright and dry and warm as  her own living room. Minus all the rock, of course. The domed ceiling  stretched high above her. Like, several stories high above her, and it  didn't seem to be connected with any of the four stone walls around her.