LGBTQ Romance, Romantasy
Date Published: July 3, 2026
A one-night stand changes Aaron and Zach’s lives forever.
Aaron Pryce has lived a reclusive life for centuries, content with his dogs
and his cabin. A one-night stand, however, sends his comfortable existence
into a whirlwind. He’s the best candidate to take over the former House
Zalis, but nothing is ever easy. When he visits the compound, he gets the
shock of his life.
Zach Cane couldn’t get the man he’d spent one night with out of
his head. So imagine his surprise when they meet at Saridan Tower weeks later.
As they work to navigate a new relationship, old secrets from Aaron’s
past come to light… none of them good.
WARNING: Depictions of domestic violence, child abuse, violence, and strong
language may be triggers for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
EXCERPT
“There is no way in hell I am going to take over an entire house.”
The words -- my words -- still rang clear in my head. Two weeks had passed
since that conversation with Raphael Santos. I had been very determined to nix
the idea completely, but a tiny glimmer of “what-if” lingered. I
also couldn’t fathom the work needed to run what was left of House Zalis
now that its founding leader, Ivan Zalis, was dead.
Raph had been right, though. The house needed a magic user to run it. I wanted
to kick myself for even thinking about it.
Swift on the heels of that came the reminder that it wasn’t just me and
the pups now. Although we hadn’t talked about the future during the past
couple of lunch dates we’d had since our unexpected meeting at Saridan
Tower, there was no denying Zach Cane and I were mates. I had known that first
night, when a few hours of insanely hot, quasi-anonymous sex had sealed my
damn fate.
I didn’t know if Zach had any clue what we were. Surely, as an alpha, he
did, but he hadn’t shown any indication that night or any time since. I
certainly hadn’t told him either. I was still struggling with it myself.
I’d spent my entire life torn between hoping for my fated mate and
praying I never found him. I put the blame squarely at my parents’ feet,
too. My alpha father, Stefan, had been a narcissistic asshole who’d used
his magic to cause trouble for just about anyone he met, and my omega
stepfather, Martin, had despised him for it. I’d been hidden away by him
in hopes that my own magic would never be an issue. Hell, Martin had forced me
to live as a laicas, a commoner. When he died, though, all bets were off.
That’s when I began honing my skills as an Incantas. But watching my
folks’ marriage deteriorate, magic or no, soured me on relationships.
Then Zach waltzed into my life.
Barking from inside the house snapped me back to the present. I realized
I’d been sitting in the truck for longer than intended. I got out and
grabbed the bags of dog food. As soon as I stepped into the house, all four
pups swarmed me as if they’d been starving.
“It’s only been an hour, you idiots,” I said with a laugh.
I set the bags down and sat on the floor to get kisses and tail-smacks in the
face. I never really intended to have this many pets. I’d started with
one, then came another. Then I rescued two more. Now I couldn’t imagine
life without my furbabies.
“Okay, okay,” I said as I stood. “Let’s get you
nutcases fed.”
I picked up the bags and headed for the kitchen. The cabin wasn’t huge,
but it suited me perfectly. I spent the majority of my life here after Martin
whisked me away once they split up. Growing up, I hated the isolation, but,
over time, I soon preferred it to the city and being around other people. I
still had an apartment at Saridan Tower, but this was home. Just me and the
pups.
My phone rang as I started filling the four food dishes. I answered it and put
it on speaker.
“Hey.”
“Got a minute?” Deacon Saridan asked.
I glanced over at the phone and inwardly sighed. I had the feeling I knew what
this was about. “Sure.”
“I’ve been in talks with Javier Torneau. We agree that, while the
former House Lorthaen should be dissolved completely, what remains of House
Zalis is simply too important, magic-wise. That said, they need a
leader.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled. I sat down at the dining table and sighed.
“Deacon…”
“I know it isn’t something you really want, but you’re the
most obvious choice,” my half-brother said. “You’re one of
the strongest Incantas in this area.”
“I don’t want to lead.”
“That’s precisely why you’re the best choice,” Deacon
countered. “You’re not the type to let any sort of power go to
your head.”
I grimaced. “That’s what Raph said. Have you two been
talking?”
Deacon chuckled. “Perhaps, but we’re right.”
“You’re also an asshole,” I muttered. “Both of
you.”
“So I’ll see you this afternoon then for a meeting? Say…
two?”
“Ugh. Fine. Jackass.”
Deacon laughed. “See you then.”
We hung up, and I dropped my head to the tabletop, tempted to bang it a few
times for good measure. Yes, I knew they were right. Ivan Zalis had been a
Spiritori, but his death left a lot of good magic users in limbo without a
leader. Magiens, Incantas, even a few Spiritori made up what had once been
House Zalis. That much firepower, so to speak, couldn’t be unchecked and
left to float around without direction and someone to watch them. An Incantas
could also weed out the undesirables from the ones who just wanted to live
without trouble. Much like myself.
When my phone pinged with a text, I half dreaded looking at it. I did, though,
and couldn’t help but smile. Despite the mates issue lingering like an
elephant between us, seeing Zach’s name pop on my screen made me ache
with a hunger I hadn’t felt for anyone before meeting him.
Got any plans this evening?
About the Author
Mychael Black has been writing professionally since 2005. He writes gay
romance and erotica, but also het romance as Carys Seraphine and queer fantasy
as Katherine Cook.
He's an avid PC gamer with a love for RPGs, a horror fanatic, and a fantasy
nut. He also has a weakness for anything relating to skulls, dogs, and
Spongebob Squarepants.
Mychael lives on the Eastern Shore of the US with his family. He loves to hear
from readers, be it via email or Facebook.
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