For any chance at love, they must first be willing to trust.
Book Title: The Fractured Fallen (D’Vaire, Book 29)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: May 19, 2022
Genres: M/M Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Fated mates
Themes: Love, second chances, overcoming obstacles
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 89 083 words
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
A proud fallen knight, Gentry Patterson likes to take people under his wing. Gifted with an easygoing nature, he makes friends effortlessly and, thanks to his love of cooking, often invites his inner circle over for meals. Gentry’s favorite week of the year is the annual retreat for his race, where he’s reunited with the many friends and colleagues he’s met through the years. The only thing that would enrich his existence is his mate, but he has yet to meet him.
Newly resurrected Tobias Kinsler wants to put his training behind him and make his superiors proud. However, Tobias is struggling. He keeps it to himself because he lacks people he’s willing to trust. With a mere few months of life under his belt, Tobias attends the fallen knights’ annual retreat and discovers his other half.
The two men have a sizzling connection from the start and waste no time binding their souls. Unfortunately, they will soon learn that secrets lurk beneath their growing friendship, and those secrets fracture the tenuous bond between them. As they chart an uncertain future, Gentry and Tobias must decide if they’re still willing to honor Fate.
Gentry relished the last bite of his dessert and grinned at Toby. “Did you want to dance?”
The room had filled with soft music, which was perfect to sway to. Many couples were already near the stage, moving to the melody.
“I don’t know how.”
“I can teach you. We don’t have to do anything crazy,” Gentry assured him.
Toby’s nerves and his lack of guile when it came to admitting everything he had no clue how to do endeared the fallen knight to Gentry.
“Slow dancing isn’t too difficult,” Gentry said.
“This will sound crazy, but I’m not the best at physical stuff.”
“Oh, come on, only Juris Knights suck at physical stuff,” Gentry said with a laugh.
Toby leaned toward Gentry so no one would overhear him. “The Juris Knight at our table doesn’t seem to agree.”
“He’s frowning, but it’s true. I’m a fallen knight, I can’t lie.”
“I can’t tell if you’re lying.”
“Yeah, I think Fate did that on purpose. It’s so I can lie to you if you have on a truly horrible outfit. I’ll assure you it’s wonderful.”
“Please tell me if I’m wearing something horrible.”
“If you insist,” Gentry said. “You sure you don’t want to dance?”
“I’ll try, but I make no promises that we won’t embarrass ourselves and the entire Order of the Fallen Knights.”
“Not being perfect at something doesn’t mean we’re letting down our entire race,” Gentry said as he stood. Once again, Gentry held out a hand to Toby, who didn’t hesitate to take it after he rose. Gentry weaved between the tables with Toby in tow until he reached the cleared area that served as the dance floor.
“Okay, what do I do?” Toby asked when they stopped.
Gentry turned to face Toby and put an arm around him. It brought them closer, and Gentry sternly warned his dick to behave. Without the need to be told, Toby mirrored his actions. Since they hadn’t let go of each other, Gentry raised his other arm so they were in the proper position to dance.
“Just move your feet from side to side. We don’t have to do anything fancy. Follow my lead.”
“I can do that.”
Within a minute or two they synced their footsteps and were moving slowly to the lovely music piping through the speakers.
“I told you it was easy,” Gentry said.
“I like being close to you.”
“We’re killing this mate thing so far.”
“You’re the first person who doesn’t make me nervous to be around them,” Toby confided.
There was such earnestness in his pretty eyes that Gentry unconsciously came to a stop.
“Are you okay?” Toby asked.
“I’d like to kiss you.”
Without a word, Toby raised up onto his toes, and Gentry wasn’t stupid enough to deny the invitation. Their lips met with exquisite tenderness. It was a moment frozen in time, and Gentry vowed to remember it for eternity. When Toby tilted his head, Gentry didn’t bother to resist darting his tongue out to deepen their caress.
Toby moaned softly as they explored each other. While couples milled around them, Gentry lost all awareness of the outside world. He was steeped in Toby. They broke apart slowly, and Gentry stared into Toby’s stunned gaze.
“I’m glad I waited for you to be my first kiss,” Toby said.
Gentry smiled at him. “I’m glad you did too.”
Jessamyn Kingley lives in Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute favorite.
Jessamyn is married and working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.
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