‘Undone’ by Morgan Noel and R. Phoenix. Self published January 30, 2018, 379 pages.
Leandro is a capricious fae, and he has it all: a glamorous casino as his personal playground, more power than he knows what to do with, and Kol’tso, his pet incubus. When Kol’tso tries to push the boundaries of their relationship and provokes feelings in Bryce, a nosy detective, the arrangement becomes more and more complicated. Kol’tso soon finds out there is a high price to pay for angering one of the fae. He finds himself trapped between his nature as an incubus and his desire for freedom. Leandro and his personal security guard Gideon may just be the only obstacles standing between the incubus and everything he wants.
Gideon turned his glass in his hands then looked up at Kolt. His voice was oddly quiet as he asked the million
-dollar question, “Do you want to? Leave, I mean.”
Kolt didn’t dare say it, but a lump settled in his throat and refused to leave or even allow him to speak. He wanted to. Right then, right there, he wanted nothing more than to be able to leave. He couldn’t say it though. Leandro would surely hear somehow, and he’d be fucked. Even if Gideon didn’t sell him down the river, it would still get back to the fae.
“Do you think I like being practically whored out to whatever sleaze ball Leandro wants to butter up?” Kolt asked in turn, feeling like he was only answering questions with more questions. “Just because I’m an incubus, I’m supposed to take all of this in stride?” he added the much more loaded question before Gideon could answer the first.
There was something satisfying and disappointing about the way Gideon froze and went quiet. His eyes went to Kolt’s, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he drained his drink in one go. Fucking coward.
“Yeah,” Kolt said flatly. “That’s what I figured. You all think that just because I’m…” He inhaled sharply. “I’m an incubus, I must like all of this shit: the blowjobs, the leering, the groping, the flirting.” His voice sounded odd, even to his own ears, and Kolt realized it was that fucking lump making it harder and harder to speak normally. “And everyone knows what I am. Everyone!”
It was as exhausting as it was unnatural. It was fucking impolite to ask otherkin about their heritage, and yet somehow, everyone fucking knew his. No one knew Gideon was a fucking nephilim, of all things. The only reason Kolt knew was because Leandro was terrible at private secrets and had told him in a childish moment.
“So I can’t fucking escape all these delusional ideas you guys have of me, and now—” His voice broke. “Now he’s made it so that I don’t get to enjoy any part of it. He thinks I fucked the cop because I was hungry!” All his outrage came flooding right the fuck back. He downed the drink in his hand, snatching the bottle from Gideon and pouring himself another.
R. Phoenix (code name: Raissa) has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, humor and pain, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes love can corrupt, power can redeem and that the best of intentions can cast shadows while the worst can create light. She agrees with those who say that the truth is best told through fiction — even though fiction has to make sense while reality can be utterly baffling.
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