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Devout

Anthology

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Let's face it; spirituality can be sexy. That goes double for men of the cloth, who display such passion and devotion toward their chosen deities. For some, nothing is more erotic than men dedicating their lives to faith and service. However, even the most pious men aren't above temptation, and the men of Devout find themselves more than eager to explore a more carnal interpretation of worship. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy five doses of old-time religion spiked with erotic intrigue and a delicious hint of sin that will have you reaching for some holy water, preferably with ice.

Changing hearts and opening minds has been an uphill battle for Reverend Philip, one that has sent him even further into the closet. Little does he know the simple act of protecting a bullied outsider will force him out of the closet and face to face with the powers of those who have been Transformed. Helping Evan quickly becomes less a question of right and wrong and more A Question of Faith, both in God and in his own abilities.

Wearing a Roman collar shows without words that Paul is Never Not a Priest, but the weight of that fact has kept him from fully embracing himself and his lover, Tyler. When the bishop of his diocese announces the Anglican Church will marry those within the LGBT community, Paul is forced to rethink his now-pre-marital affairs.

Giving in to lust demons is an occupational hazard for priests like Leo, but his half-brother Theo has always been a grounding force amidst the maddening pleasure. Higher level demons mean trouble, though, and even with many exorcisms under his belt, the town of Fieldstream might just have more Lust Allure than Leo can handle.

Lord Rhys, heir to the earldom of Kent, is intelligent and unattainable as far as Father Andrew is concerned. To avoid a great famine, the unlikely pair sets out to commission an engineer to build a much needed Water Wheel. However, if the power-hungry Bishop of Rochester has his way, their quest and budding affection are both doomed to failure.

Tyson may be the Son of a Preacher Man, but he's certainly no saint. Exorcising demons is taxing work, and his partner, Seb, certainly knows how to relieve the tension. Their latest assignment seems ordinary enough, but Seb's connection to this particular hellspawn means Ty might have to strike a deal, and the terms will be questionable at best.

I wasn't about to walk into an exorcism smelling like come. I took five minutes to be as thorough as I could stand to be with the water never more than lukewarm and uncomfortably rough paper towels before heading back outside toward the car. At least Seb had warmed it up.

And turned on the radio. I hated giving him control of the radio; he always searched around for the song he knew would piss me off the most and stuck there. I sighed behind the steering wheel and pulled out onto the highway.

"The only boy who could ever reach me," crash-bam, "was the son of a preacher man! The only boy who could ever teach me, oh-oh, was the son of a preacher man! Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was," bang-bang-bang on the dashboard. "Sweet talkin' son of a preacher man, ooh, oooohh—"

I turned off the radio. Seb's dark eyes flashed to me, and he pouted dramatically. "Ty, I was listening to that."

"You were butchering that."

"I beg your pardon? I sing like a choir of angels. I should know."

"Funny thing," I told him as I took the next exit for Couer D'Alene, "the simile doesn't get any more ironic the more often you tell it."

"No, but your appreciation of it increases, which makes it worth the telling," Seb said with a grin. "Besides, I still hold out hope that you'll learn to love that song. It's like your theme song. Son of a preacher man," he sang at me, mocking and serious all at once. His voice really was beautiful, a perfect dramatic contralto that suited the body he was wearing right now, that of a sweet-faced young man, gangling and loose-jointed. His hair was a mess of short black spikes, and he wore silver rings through his nose, both eyebrows and along both ears. All he needed to complete the punk ensemble was a cigarette, but I never let Seb smoke in the car. I had to have some boundaries, damn it.

And I'd never learn to love that song.

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Length

56,700 words

Release Date

December 14, 2014

Book Type

Anthology

Categories

Gay

Cover Art

Lou Harper

Keywords

M/M, paranormal, contemporary, historical, demons, priests, religious themes

Contributors

Angelia Sparrow
Ann Anderson
Annabeth Leong
Cari Z
D.K. Jernigan