Kashel Char

In the aftermath of a cataclysmic nuclear winter, Eryn, a boy with special abilities, wanders across the ice, where he discovers the last vestige of human civilization in Antarctica.

Phoenix was becoming a pressure cooker nearing bursting open, as the sequestered group of savant scientists and soldiers in the glass-domed pods in Antarctica were buzzing with sexual tension.

I’d dreamed of him again. Now, if I’d known that Juandre would haunt my thoughts day and night for the past ten years, I would never have had the man. I couldn’t dispute my incisors had prickled at the sexy Hispanic ever since he’d pulled over and smiled a cheeky smile at me.

At twenty-two, my existence was crusty. It was a Friday afternoon when I was racing like the Red Queen down the interstate from New York to Lexington, Kentucky, feeling like I would never reach my destination....

Ima happy slutty Elf, an Ima nat ashamed ta say so. Santa found me humpin Rudolf, back in dam days, so work was hard ta come by, especially in dam Reindeer Stables....

Eryn brings aboard a stranger, an eight-foot-tall, mysterious male with golden Khopesh blades and the strangest yellow eyes. He may or may not be a friend, but Cian isn’t wasting his time on him. He wants his mate with webbed toes, and he wants the ache in his chest to disappear.

Juandre leaves the bar tipsy and in search of a man. While driving home, he picks up a hitchhiker. The two indulge in their wildest fantasies over the weekend and lose touch until ten years later when Andrew realizes he can't live without the man he has been pining for.

As Daniel drives his new sports car from Cincinnati to Nashville, he notices a hitchhiker thumbing a ride on the side of the highway. In the blink of an eye, a simple game plan forms in the young scholar’s mind. Pulling over, he offers the sexy older man a ride…with conditions.

In the aftermath of a cataclysmic nuclear winter, Eryn, a boy with special abilities, wanders across the ice, where he discovers the last vestige of human civilization in Antarctica.

Operating a piece of heavy machinery, for example, a time machine under the influence of tainted human blood, is never a good idea, especially if my oldest friend and onboard computer, Lasitor, vowed to protect not only me but my bloodline for eternity.