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Saint's Curse
REVIEWS
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"If you are looking for a romance with a unique spin on the
everyday shifter story, Saint’s Curse: Luke is
definitely the book for you! ... it has an
interesting, freshness to the storyline and with the characters’ situation
itself that kept me interested in the book from the very first page to the last
word." Recommended. - Reviewed
By: Gabbi at Top 2 Bottom Reviews
- Joyfully Jay gives
Saint's Curse 4.5 stars & says "...intensely hot lovemaking
scenes, and the richly detailed inner emotions of the two men and their
journey together. I highly recommend Saint’s Curse by Lee Brazil. It is a beautiful story of love
triumphing over the dark and well worth the read." Reviewed by Sammy at Joyfully Jay -
- Coffee Beans and Love
Scenes Reviews gives Saint's Curse 4.5 cups -"very highly recommend
this book and give it 4.5 stars! The writing is outstanding, with a
captivating story and wonderful characters... This fast-paced story is
refreshingly unique. There is a bit of a paranormal twist to the story,
but it's a little different from the norm.... There's action, mystery, and
a touch of suspense, as well as tender romance and sizzling hot
passion." - Reviewed by
Mvasquez at Coffee Beans and Love Scenes Reviews
- Mrs Condit & Friends
Read Books Gives Saint's Curse 4 Sweet Peas! -"It was very erotic and yet equally touching. Luke was
a great blend of an alpha male in bed yet he is dealing with his
insecurities about what he is" - .Reviewed by Lady McNeill at Mrs. Condit & Friends Read Books -
- Love Romances And More
gives Saint's Curse 4.5 Hearts! -"As well as great characters and a
well written plot with some nice twists, there was also plenty of hot
male/male sex scenes, and some sparkling dialogue, including a couple of
truly memorable lines. All up, an excellent book, well worth
reading." – Reviewed by Helen at Loves Romances and More
- The Romance Reviews gives Lee Brazil's Saint's
Curse: Luke three stars saying...
".... This paranormal romance is recommended for m/m
lovers who enjoy a fast sweet read..."
BLURB
Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy
St. James's eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets
just can't be shared.
On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.
Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.
Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.
On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.
Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.
Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.
Excerpt:
It was another of those mornings when Luke awoke,
washing blood from his hands. He stared into the cracked sink basin and
shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink washed-out blood swirled down the
drain. The blinding light from the single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt
his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror more than the blood washing through
the drain.
His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.
Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.
Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.
His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.
Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.
Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.
