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Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
Read the first two chapters
Chapter One
“Good
evening, your majesty.” His hand on his heart, signifying loyalty for his young
queen, Indigo Vaughn bowed. He gave Lissabella a smile that made his handsome
face even more beautiful.
“Indigo,
it’s so good to see you. I wish you’d
visit more often.” Into her eyes crept the usual flirtatious twinkle. “Dear
one, you deliver my gift early again.
One day you will delegate security on
my birthday festival to someone else.”
She glanced
at the trio of musicians who sat waiting in the corner of the room.
Within
seconds, music filled the air. Notes so sweet, they resonated along the filmy
wall hangings and translucent drapes at the windows, causing them to billow
gently as if blown by a warm summer breeze.
Indigo
looked kindly on the queen. He held out his hand knowing she expected him to
dance with her—just one slow dance that fed her fantasy he might one day spend
more time with her, even though he’d made it plain he preferred the company of
men when it came to lovers.
Lissabella
took his hand and rose. She slipped into his arms. “Closer.”
Indigo
obliged, pulling her to his body as he led the dance. His steps lightened with
magic, he swirled Lissabella around the room, until she laughed aloud, joy
ringing in the words with which she always ended their dance. “A kiss, Indigo.”
He brought
them to a standstill and softly kissed his queen’s cheek.
Her sigh
touched him as his mouth left her skin.
Indigo led
her to the ornate couch where she sat. “Thank you.” Her sad whisper brought him
to his knees before her. He slid the ruby ring he’d brought for her from his
little finger. It would need fitting. He held it up. The gem shot scarlet rays
of light across the room.
Delight
filled Lissabella’s eyes. She held out her hand devoid of jewelry in readiness
for his annual gift.
Indigo
smiled and slipped the ring on each finger until she chose one that suited. He
drew away, summoned his magic, and wrapped his hands around hers. When he
surrendered her hand, the ring would fit perfectly. A moment later, and he grazed
her knuckles with his lips, before he stood.
“Goodnight
now, Indigo.” Her gaze caressed him.
Indigo bowed
and left her. The annual visit always forced a wave of sadness through him. He
could never give her what she wanted and she knew that, had always known that he loved men. All the same, he
took the long route back to his home, drifting over the city, and skimming the
surrounding forests and rivers in his skeeter.
Finally, as
he docked the craft at one of the entrances to his sky barge, the sadness lifted.
He exited the skeeter and walked along the corridor to eat dinner before he
checked his appointments for the next day.
Chapter Two
One year later—
Indigo
Vaughn stared down at the lights of the city far below. His sky barge, the Dreamboat, sailed majestically and
wonderfully slowly through the night sky. The city and surrounding outer
suburbs spread out like a twinkling jeweled carpet. Indigo sighed as his
imagination took flight, and he dreamed up a beautiful man waiting there just
for him. He will be muscled and tall, and
have eyes that remind me of the deep blue sea off the coast of my Celtic home.
He drew in a
ragged breath. The pain in remembering the far away and long ago place hit him
like a spear in his heart. He forced himself on. I will twist my fingers in his night-dark hair and drag him to my
kiss. His sexy lips will taste better than the sweetest wine, and once I have
kissed him he’ll be mine forever. Indigo rested his forehead on the special
glass of the window. He closed his eyes. He didn’t expect ever to meet this
dream man. He’d lived for so long without romantic love he sometimes wondered
how much longer he could withstand the crushing sadness of his empty life.
Indigo
conjured the dreams of his clients, producing the spell for what they craved on
the Dreamboat. Sometimes they lived
their dream for the rest of their lives. Sometimes they simply fucked up the
chance he gave them. Indigo opened his eyes and saw that the sky barge was over
one of the huge lakes on the outskirts of the city.
Is it my eternal curse never to
conjure my own dream? I shouldn’t torture myself. Perhaps this is my destiny,
but a long life without love is no life at all.
He saw
movement on the surface of the lake. Water boats crisscrossed the placid
surface. Indigo left the window, exited his private quarters, and walked with
all the grace he could muster to the consulting room. Two clients awaited him
that night.
His
assistant, Milan, greeted him as he entered the anteroom.
“Good
evening, sir. The first of your clients is prepared.”
Indigo
bestowed a grateful smile on Milan. “Thank you. I’ve read her request document
and this won’t take long.”
He took a
deep breath before he went into the consulting room. “Let nothing go wrong.” He
always said this. It was his mantra to ward off anything bad, because Indigo,
even after centuries, had never taken his magic for granted.
The woman’s
request for the ability to speak a neighboring civilization’s language brought
a smile to his face.
“Greta,” he
shone the smile on his client, using the familiar greeting to put her at ease,
“I will need you to close your eyes and then you will feel my hands on your
head. A prickle of sensation will run from your forehead, down your spine and
that will be it. The next time you meet your betrothed you’ll listen to him
talk for only moments before you, too, will know, and use his language.”
The woman’s
eyes widened and then she closed them.
Indigo
placed his hands on the woman’s head. Her dark red hair springy in his fingers,
he ignored the feeling and cast his mind into hers. He found fragments of the
language she wished to speak. The knowledge merged with what he knew, and after
gathering his magic, he whispered the spell that would make her dream true,
sending it speeding through her brain and body.
She trembled
under his touch.
He drew
away. “There you are. All finished.”
Greta
snapped her eyes open. “Thank you. I don’t feel any different.”
Indigo gave
her a reassuring look. “That’s good.
Tell me. Why not simply use a tech-translator? There are mechanisms now that
are practically undetectable.”
She stood.
“I want my betrothed to love me.”
Indigo
watched her leave the room. He slipped the printout of her request document
into the shredder thoughtfully, before he touched the button on the screen of
his tablet computer that would tell Milan he was free.
Milan led
the next client into the room. “Darian O’Harr, sir.”
Indigo kept
his head bowed as if reading this man’s request document. Immediately Milan and
the client entered, the room had filled with expectation, hope, and as Indigo
finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged with
sexual attraction.
Indigo gazed
at the man standing before him. His heart hammered in his chest as if trying to
burst through the perfectly toned muscles and his dark shirt. Long ago he’d
felt something like this, but the occasion was centuries distant. Right then,
he could barely breathe with the sensation as he attempted to appear impervious
to the sight before him.
“Good
evening. I’ve read your request and can conjure the events to make your dream
reality.” Indigo had to take a deep breath in order to go on. “Tell me, are you
attending the festivities in the city the week after next for the queen’s
birthday? The meeting will happen there.”
The
beautiful man remained standing. He cast a glance at the chair positioned an
arm’s length away from Indigo’s own seat. His ocean eyes regarded Indigo,
filling with amusement and kindness. “May I sit?”
Indigo
closed his eyes for a second. He couldn’t control the desire that zapped
through his body. Amazed by his reaction, he forced himself to nod calmly. “Of
course, forgive my discourtesy.”
Darian
O’Harr gave him a smile. “Thank you. I am attending the festivities.” He drew
aside his cloak, revealing an almost transparent cotton shirt that did nothing
to conceal his hard muscled chest and, allowing the sides of the cloak to fall
over his hips, he sat.
Indigo
feasted on the sight of his client—dark, glossy hair, cut in a style that
showed off the planes of his delectably handsome face and lips that enticed
kisses. This man was his dream
personified. It was heartbreaking. Indigo wondered if he really would be able
to conjure the spell to give Darian O’Harr the lover he asked for. Indigo wanted Darian so much, his
stomach ached, his chest hurt, his magic retreated under the blue gaze of the
client.
He repeated
his earlier assertion playing for time to gather his wits.
“I, er, I
will conjure the spell so that your wish is fulfilled. I note, I note that you
prefer men.”
Indigo
glanced away from the expectant stare of this hunk before him. By all the stars, why do I meet a man who
stirs my spirit when I have to conjure another man to be his lover? He
gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders.
He drove
away the thought, and concentrated. A place, a time, a man who loosely fit the
description Darian requested. In his mind’s eye, he saw the man, walking past a small marquee, the night lit with
fireworks to celebrate the queen’s name day. Try as he might, Indigo couldn’t
see the man’s face for his cloak hood pulled low, but Darian was there. He saw
the man hold Darian’s shoulders as if to hug or kiss him. Indigo didn’t like
it, but he pushed for the spell to seal the meeting, and raised his hands to form
his magic into a glowing silver sphere.
“Stop.” His
client stood and grasped Indigo’s hands in his cool, strong palms.
The touch
was electric. Tingles shot over Indigo’s hands and sparked up his arms. Desire
rose and Indigo’s cock hardened. Indigo’s magic swept back into his body in an
intense wave of energy. His eyes closed for moments as he took the shock and
simultaneously attempted to quell his desire.
Darian
O’Harr dropped Indigo’s hands. “Wow, sorry, I felt that.”
Indigo
opened his eyes. Astonished by this, he stared at Darian. “What did you feel?”
The blue
eyes regarding him, filled with interest. “It was as if an ocean tide pulled a
wave from the shore.”
“Why did you
stop me?”
Darian was
silent for a few seconds, and then he answered softly. “I changed my mind.”
“Are you
going to tell me why?” The words fell from Indigo’s mouth as his gaze ranged
over Darian’s handsome face and settled on his lips. The urge to swoop on
Darian and kiss him gripped Indigo. A tremble went over him as he pushed it
away.
“I’d like to
know how the process works.”
A frown
creased between Indigo’s eyes. He sighed, telling himself there was no harm in
telling Darian. “My magic is esoteric. I am not only a warlock. I’m also a
seer. If there is a chance what someone wants is in their future, I can see
that and help it along. I don’t usually control that part. It happens when I
meet the person and begin the procedure. The idea is complex. I prefer using
only my magic where possible.”
Darian gazed
at him. “You see a lover in my future?”
Indigo
heaved a breath. The thought Darian would have a lover other than himself cut
deep. “Yes. He will be near a marquee at the festivities.” He lost his
composure. “If you don’t want my services, you’re free to leave. Milan will
return whatever you paid and call a public skeeter for your return to land.” He
stood. The encounter was doubly unsettling. His sexual desire once wakened was
intense, and now directed toward Darian, a man Indigo would never see again.
Indigo strode from the consulting room.
Milan
hurried toward him. “Sir?”
Indigo
gentled his tone before speaking. Milan didn’t deserve to feel his irritation.
“Thank you,
Milan, please assist Darian O’Harr to leave.” He swept along the corridor to
his private quarters.
Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing 2017
A hot, surprising gay love story
The Dreamboat
Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
