In The Author’s Words:
Dakota has all the sexiness, raunchiness, sweatiness, down South charm, paranormal, dark edge of True Blood. With the drama of Grey’s Anatomy. The humor of Scrubs and the nerdiness of The Big Bang Theory with that added flavor of your favorite, sexiest interracial gay porno. Throw in a cute kid, you know in the non-adult parts, and an evil villain and you’ve got a heck of a story!
Dakota: Book One
When Dr. Dakota Sevion is drawn to his mate Nishon Moore at the hospital where he works, he is overjoyed, even though Nishon has a son, Isaiah, who is a forziq, which is an instant death sentence and someone from the past is determined to kill them all.
Dakota Sevion loves being the Chief of Surgery at Gelreen Memorial Hospital, because he has unlimited access to blood which is good for him as an unmated vampire. When he’s called to the ER for an emergency his life changes forever.
Nishon “Nimo” Moore is a single father of three year old Isaiah, a very special little boy, and when Nimo rushes to the hospital because Isaiah has been hurt he ends up meeting Dakota and finding out that vampires are real. He doesn’t handle it well, which isn’t good for Dakota who will die from starvation if their mating isn’t consummated soon. But that isn’t the only problem. Someone from the past is set on killing them all.
An Excerpt from “Dakota”:
After Nimo filled out what felt like the paperwork for his dissertation all over again, giving permission, Zay was finally able to have the operation or whatever it was that Doctor Sexy-umâ€¦ Sevion, Doctor Sevion, called it. The procedure went off without a hitch, and with anesthesia Zay didn’t wake up once, for which Nimo was especially grateful. He sat at Zay’s bedside, wiping away the tears that slid down his cheeks, thankful the accident wasn’t anything worse than just wood lodged in a gash on his son’s forehead and seven stitches. Nimo had been in the middle of class, he was a professor of mythology at Loweston University, when he’d gotten the phone call. He’d dismissed his class without a thought and raced out of there as if the hounds of hell were on his tail. He’d had no one else he could ask to go and check up on Zay. He had friends, yes. He even had best friends, but his family had disowned him when they’d found out about Zay, and he’d chosen his son over their racist, elitist, bigoted views.
In light of that he was the only one who could go to check on his son in the hospital. Besides it was his son. Why would he send someone else to check on his son? Which was exactly what he’d said to his boss when the man had contacted Nimo to ask why he hadn’t simply sent someone else in his stead. Nimo loved his job, but his boss. Dr. Voilor was a pompous ass who thought his intelligence made him superior over everyone. Whenever he walked away, Nimo and the other professors called him “Lord and Master” since that was the way the man acted.
“Daddy?” a small voice called from the bed and Nimo’s attention instantly turned to his son. He leapt from his chair and sat on the side of Zay’s bed. He took his son’s small hand in his own and swallowed back the tears that clogged his throat.
“Hey, munchkin,” Nimo said, pasting a small smile on his face.
“I huwt,” Zay said.
“I bet you do,” Nimo said with a little chuckle. “You hit your head pretty hard on Miss Norma’s desk. What were you doing?”
Zay’s eyes opened and Nimo gazed into the hazel eyes that were almond-shaped just like his own but looked absolutely nothing like his. Zay’s brows lowered as if he were trying to remember and he lifted a hand to rub his forehead, which Nimo captured and lowered back to the bed. It was a nervous gesture that Zay had picked up from Nimo and usually Nimo thought it was cute but with the bandage on his head, Nimo didn’t want Zay rubbing it and tearing the stitches in his forehead.
“Wunning,” Zay said.
“Why were you running?” Nimo asked.
Zay shrugged, playing with Nimo’s fingers, refusing to look at his father.
“Isaiah,” Nimo said sternly.
Zay sighed as if his father were so tiresome and looked up. “Because Tewwy was a vampiyuh and he was biting the othuh kids and making them into zombies and I didn’t want to be one.”
Nimo sighed and shook his head. He should have known it had something to do with vampires.
“Well that’s certainly interesting,” a voice, deep as a bass guitar, smooth as silk, and sexy as sin said from the doorway and Nimo felt a shiver work its way over his entire body. He knew that voice. Had been bathing in its audio for over an hour and replaying it in his mind as he waited for his son to awaken for the last half hour. It was the sexy Dr. Dakota Sevion. The most gorgeous man to walk the face of the Earth. Ever. In history. And Nimo should know, he taught mythology.
Taking a deep breath, Nimo turned with a smile for the doctor and felt all the breath rush out of his chest. He’d been expecting the doctor to be in his “doctor” clothes, as he’d been before: scrubs, and a white coat, all of which clung to his large, muscled frame. Instead, Dr. Dakota Sevion– or “Doctor Do-Me” as Nimo thought of him — was wearing a pair of jeans, Doc Martens, a royal blue polo shirt that looked as if it were about to burst at the seams around his muscles, with the wisps of his chest hair peeking up from between the opening of the shirt, a leather jacket was hooked over his finger, and held over shoulder. He was leaning against the doorway of Zay’s room and in that moment Nimo found himself wishing, if only for a moment, that Zay was either not there, or still asleep, so he could climb the good doctor like a monkey.
Solid parenting there, Nimo.
“H-hu-hello, Doctor Sevion,” Nimo said.
“Hello, Mister Moore,” Doctor Sevion said with an answering grin in his direction.
“Daddy,” Zay whispered.
Nimo turned to look at Zay and noticed his wide-eyed gaze as he stared at Dr. Sevion and realized that his son had never seen anyone quite so big before. Nimo was surrounded by professors. Nerds, geeks, and dweebs of the highest caliber. All of his friends that were in constant contact with Zay were either academics at the university, computer programmers, scientists, or researchers. They did have one fashion designer and one chef in their little group, but they were exceptions, not the rule. Zay was probably frightened, because besides on television and in movies, he’d never really seen a real-lifeâ€¦ well, superhero.
Nimo leaned down and whispered, “He’s not really Superman or Thor or Hulk or any of the other superheroes, baby.” Nimo turned to glare at the doctor when he heard the choked laughter from the doorway and realized he must not have been as quiet as he thought.
Zay shook his head. “I know that, Daddy. He’s a vampiyuh.”
Nimo turned to glance at the doctor and noticed that he’d grown extremely still. He turned to look back at Zay and shook his head. “No, honey. We talked about this. First of all, I told you that vampires aren’t real and then I said if they were, how would you be able to tell that they were?”
Zay’s eyebrows lowered and then cleared. He lifted his hands and began counting them off. “They can’t walk in the sunlight. They are vewy skinny. They are vewy pale. They have weally long hayuh like that actuh you like in that movie.”
“Brad Pitt?” Doctor Sevion asked.
Nimo scrunched his nose in distaste and shook his head. “No. Too blond. Antonio Banderas. I like my men with some color.” He immediately looked away from Doctor Sevion when the man grinned and quirked an eyebrow. He gazed back at Zay. “And what else, honey?”
“They have shawp fangs,” Zay continued counting. “They tuwn into bats. They sleep in coffins and live in Wo-Wo–”
“Romania,” Nimo supplied.
Zay nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby,” Nimo said with a smile. “So see? Doctor Sevion doesn’t meet any of the criteria, so he can’t be a vampire.”
“But he is, Daddy! He is!” Zay protested.
“Why do you think I’m a vampire?” Doctor Sevion asked with a friendly smile.
“Because I can see it!” Zay said with a defiant lift of his chin. “I see vampires. You awe one and so awe the thwee men standing behind you.”
Nimo examined and noticed three equally large men, who all looked just like Dr. Dakota Sevion, standing directly behind him, all contemplating Zay with expressions of shock on their faces. Nimo wanted to laugh it all off and tell them that his son just had a wild imagination but then one of them, taller and bigger than even Dr. Dakota, and who appeared as if he ate rabbits for breakfast just for the hell of it, stepped forward and crossed his arms.
“So what the fuck are we going to do about this?”
Copyright © Vicktor Alexander
Vicktor Alexander (everyone calls him “Vic”) is a southern gentleman by day, and a writer and purveyor of steamy, sticky, hot man on man (sometimes on man on man on man on man on man) sex by night. He started out writing about his sister destroying the world with her breath, went on to writing steamy, erotic interracial historical romances in the middle of his classes but noticed the guys seemed to enjoy each other’s company much more than being with the women. He now enjoys writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches his fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. He is a huge fan of the “happily-ever-after” ending, but while all his characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love (because it’s the least he can do), they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. Out and proud, he doesn’t believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, by sexuality as well. He loves to make people laugh (and guys hot) and when he’s not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, he’s reading, playing the Sims 3, talking to his adopted daughter whom he calls Chipmunk, seeking the man or men who can handle his crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from said writing by pictures of John Barrowman, Charlie David and Shemar Moore. All interested men in the role of “Future Husband(s) may apply, auditions are being held every night… multiple times.
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