A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
Paranormal Security Council, Book 2
Paranormal, Erotic, MM
May 7, 2012
The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray.
Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.
Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.
Ryken backed up and spoke again. “I want you to quit. Now. Today.”
Saint couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing. Sure wasn’t expecting that. “So soon? I’ve only just arrived.”
Ryken frowned, the arousal in his eyes all but replaced by anger. “I don’t care what you tell my brother, but I want you to leave tonight.” Desperation flared on his face for a second, but he recovered smoothly, settling on a commanding sneer instead.
Lips curved, Saint slid his gaze down the tight length of Ryken’s body. Past the red T-shirt and tan leather jacket, to the dark jeans riding low on his hips. He licked his lips at the thick bulge growing bigger by the moment. “Scares you, doesn’t it?” Bringing his attention back to Ryken’s face, he saw that confused arousal was back.
Deep splashes of red coloured Ryken’s cheeks. “What scares me?”
Saint closed the distance between them with a grin, his cock swaying within the loose confines of his sweats with each step. “The pull you feel between us scares you. The fact that I get your cock hard scares you.”
Ryken’s jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
Saint kept going. “The fact that you see my face when you’re with David scares you.”
Ryken jerked as if struck. Guess that one hit home.
Saint leant forward, sniffing the side of Ryken’s neck. The other man’s heat scorched him, making his eyes slide shut. Ryken stiffened. Wave after delicious wave of arousal crashed over Saint, but he couldn’t act on it. He needed to drive Ryken away. “I can smell him on you, Ryken. David.” He spat the name out. “Did he fuck you? Give you what you needed?”
Whimpers left Ryken’s throat. His hands moved up, grabbed Saint’s forearms, the blunt nails sinking into his skin. Saint snatched Ryken’s hands away and pushed him backwards, slamming him into the door. A muted gasp escaped Ryken’s parted lips. Their gazes met, clashed, those gorgeous blues begging.
Ryken licked his lips and Saint was on him in a fucking heartbeat, tongue sliding inside wet heat, fingers tangling in silky blond locks. Ryken melted into him instantly, his cock straining between them, right leg lifting to wrap around Saint’s waist. Saint grunted into his mouth, reaching down to palm Ryken’s jean-covered ass.