Secret Worlds

Forrest Filler comes looking for answers about the older brother he barely knew—but the moment he leaves the airport, he’s attacked and everything goes dark. When he wakes, he’s in a strange apartment… completely uninjured. No wounds. No explanation. Just a gorgeous man stretched across the only exit, unconscious and very much in his way.

A year ago, Michael Keeper barely survived the brutal attack of the “Vampire Slasher.” He should feel safe now—but safety is an illusion. Living in a quiet house and trying to rebuild his life, Michael can’t shake the feeling that he’s being watched. Every shadow feels too close, every sound too deliberate. At first, he’s certain it’s Tuscan—the man who’s been hovering at the edges of his life, stirring emotions Michael isn’t ready to face.

Aiden Cook, one of the youngest of his kind, is a doctor who heals his own—but refuses to trust them. When a powerful, unconscious man is rushed into his ER, thrashing on the edge of death, Aiden saves him and brings him home, despite every instinct telling him not to. The moment the man wakes, Aiden is pinned beneath him—tension snapping into something far more dangerous than fear. The spark between them is instant, intense, and impossible to ignore.

I'm not expecting anything, I'm really not... but, I really want to screw my best friend. I was born a slayer; slayers hunt rogues of vampires and werewolves. I've always been partnered with the same slayer since we were kids; I look up to him, but since the 'vampire slasher' hunt in Chicago, I've wanted to be more than friend with him. I've fantasied about screwing him for as long as I can remember, but I don't think he feels the same way. He's a Slayers Lair member and I'm just a typical, run-of-the-mill slayer with no real high background.

While on a hike with my friends, I end up falling down a cliff; my ankle gets busted and my friends have to leave me behind to get help. As dark approaches and the full moon rises, I hear howls in the distance; I’m wondering my friends had gotten help. Little did I know, that they too were in trouble.

One fateful night, I was walking home and a sound of a gun went off; looking down, I saw blood staining my shirt; I don't understand why I was the one shot, but it happened. Waking up after a gun shot in an unfamiliar bed, well, that would make anyone panic; especially when said bed wasn't in a hospital.