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Clipped Wings
Clipped Wings
Clipped Wings
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Clipped Wings

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When a male swan shifter is captured by a cruel master he develops feelings for another male slave. The master has plans for the shifter that goes against every fiber of his being. Will the two men bow down to their station in life or take flight to keep their love alive?

3rd Edition (Originally published by Torquere Press)

Now includes a free bonus story: Locked Desire. It is a historical gay for you short story.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 16, 2017
ISBN9781386091042
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    When a male swan shifter is captured by a cruel master he develops feelings for another male slave. The master has plans for the shifter that go against every fiber of his being. Will the two men bow down to their station in life or take flight to keep their love alive?

    July, 1842

    Hannibal, Missouri

    Stephen descended the porch steps to greet Master Randall, halting when he saw another man accompanying him. With a discerning eye, he took in the bedraggled figure walking unbound beside Master Randall’s mount. Head bowed, and wearing a shirt and trousers two sizes too big for his wiry frame, the man looked cowed. Bottled up anger and desperation oozed out of him and polluted the air. Stephen’s chest tightened, sensing the stranger’s intense emotions. If he changed into some fitting clothes, he might be something to look at. Skin a pale hue, aside from the darker undertone, the mulatto man could have passed as white to an untrained observer. Of course, no white man would have such a downtrodden demeanor.

    Master Randall caught him staring, and cut him with steely gaze. Stephen’s cheeks heated, although he didn’t know why. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

    Stephen this is Christopher. Christopher this is Stephen, Master Randall said.

    Stephen hurried to greet the newcomer. Welcome to your new home.

    Finally, Christopher raised his head and the sorrow in his hazel eyes crashed into Stephen, pushing him backward like an invisible fist. He’d rarely seen such grief before, and never in one so young. The man didn’t appear a day over twenty.

    He longed to comfort the broken soul, and maybe the man would show interest in his touch. It was hard to secretly search out men from neighboring plantations willing to lie with him. It would be so much easier to have a lover near.

    Christopher gripped a pair of black shoes in his hand, and Stephen wondered why the man hadn’t worn them. Perhaps they didn’t fit either.

    Get Christopher settled, Master Randall’s voice broke into the uncomfortable silence. He’s moving into the house. He can share your bed.

    A wave of panic struck Stephen, draining all the blood from his face. The resulting rush of dizziness sent him reeling and he closed his eyes until it passed. My bed? he croaked. Had Master Randall just read his thoughts? Oh God, what would happen to him now? He struggled to breathe, barely pulling air into his lungs.

    There are only so many rooms, Stephen. There is plenty of room for both of you in that bed.

    Stephen nearly choked on air. Yes, sir.

    Good. Because if you were going to be difficult I was going to let Christopher have the bed all to himself. The pompous white man smiled smugly. Christopher is worth more than you anyway.

    His words cut deep and Stephen struggled not to show how much it stung. I understand, sir, he whispered. If Christopher had spent a week or more being the man’s only target it was no wonder he was afraid to move or speak.

    This way. Stephen took a few steps around the Greek revival style plantation house and then stopped. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Christopher had not moved.

    Where are we going? he asked warily.

    You need a bath and a change of clothes, Master Randall explained. You’re not stepping into my house looking like that.

    Christopher’s lips stretched upward although his eyes remained hollow, distant. I would love a bath.

    Good, Stephen said. Follow me. His mind strayed as they headed to the back entrance leading to the kitchen. Master Randall had been away on business for the past ten days. He hadn’t expected him to return with a new slave. The middle-aged man spent more money than most women. God, why hadn’t he brought home a female servant instead? Christopher would tempt him something awful, and if he wasn’t careful, he could get them both in dangerous trouble.

    Christopher scarcely made a sound as he strode toward him, bare feet treading across the manicured lawn.

    I have to get out of here, Christopher whispered in Stephen’s ear. The hot breath on his skin made Stephen’s neck tingle.

    It really isn’t that bad working for Massa Randall, Stephen said, trying his best at a light-hearted tone and

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