August 17, 2015

Bro, Dude, Pal, Yo... When Brothers Meet #freebook #sfr #RLFblog

Bro - Free for Members 
When I originally wrote At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, I wanted to show how the two Antonello Brothers met. They had been separated at Senth's birth. The boys never knew each other. But on the advice of an editor and friends, I skipped that and opened the book right in the middle of the action. I've never regretted doing that. It made for a stronger story.

But years later, when I'm about to re-release the books with new editing and a much sweeter heat level, I thought it was time to tell that story. Rather than add it to the first book, I wrote that part as a separate story altogether. It's called Bro, the Story Behind the Antonello Brothers. The book is available free to members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group. The book is rated PG13, and is profanity free.

Here's a peek to get you started.

Bro - The Story Behind the Antonello Brothers

In the Requisitions Office of the Thieves' Guild, Senth Antonello signed for his new cloak, thanked the worker, and carried the midnight blue garment down the stairs. The line to get one wound down the stairs and back and forth across the entry hall of the Thieves' Guild like one of those rides at Planet Fun.
Senth had skipped the line, thanks to his father's clout. It sucked being expected to live up to the Man's reputation, but there were times being his son had its perks.
In the foyer, he shook out the cloak. After slipping it on, he checked himself out in the mirror. The cloak looked like nothing more than a loose fitting coat, with a back that fell straight down from his shoulders to the ground. Hidden pockets allowed him to carry equipment and stash items. He could tuck his arms inside the front and wear it like a cape.
When Senth pulled up the hood, the nightstealth film embedded in the cloth activated. No one showed in the mirror. He turned right, then left.
"Nope. Nada, zip, zilch. I'm invisible." He pumped both fists. "Yes!"
If the upgrade worked on people as well as it did on mirrors, copbots wouldn't see him, and he'd be no more than a shadow to everyone else. And just how perfect was that? Now he'd really live up to his guild name, Blue Shadow.
At least until the copbots upgraded their settings. And everybody else got theirs.
Time to test it in public.
After stepping out into the street, Senth skirted around a businessman and backed away, the man's ID in hand. Senth tucked it into one of the cloak's myriad pockets. A male worker in a dirty uniform lumbered past. It was no trouble to unclip a debit bracelet fastened to the guy's belt.
Of course they felt nothing--his skills ensured that, but the upgraded cloak worked so well no one even looked in his direction. For fun, Senth re-clipped the bracelet on the worker, and then followed the businessman for a block before tucking the ID back into the man's pocket.
Now to see how well the cloak would let him evade after being seen. He pushed back the hood, which turned off the nightstealth, and stepped right in front of a teenaged boy.
Senth let him get a good look at his face.
The kid glared. "Watch where you're going, you half-human freak."
"Half-human? You mean HalfKin." Senth gestured to his catlike eyes. "Get it right, kid." He bared his fangs and hissed.
The punk backed off, and then darted around him. Senth tucked the guy's debit bracelet into a pocket, and then moved off the sidewalk and raised the hood, but did nothing else to hide.
The kid suddenly glanced at his empty wrist, and whirled around, his gaze searching. He hurried past Senth without speaking, once in one direction, and once in the other, and kept going.
"Should I return his bracelet? No, he should've said 'excuse me, sir.'" Senth popped a grin. "I think he owes me a 'sir-charge'." Laughing, he pushed back the hood and started walking.
A buzz at his wrist alerted him to a message, and he withdrew his mobile. He set the device to eyes-only mode to read it, rather than bring it up on holovid.
The message required a password, which told Senth who had sent it. His Sen'dai--guild master--and father, Luc Saint-Cyr.
The Guild didn't accept non-humans, unless they were enslaved to a human member. No one could rise past level ten, unless related to a human member. Guild-arranged marriages and adoptions happened regularly. So to keep the Guild happy, Saint-Cyr was Senth's lord and master and his adoptive father.
Folks in this town referred to Saint-Cyr as the Harbinger, or the Man, and never by name. You could hear the capital letters when they said it. The Harbinger was the crime lord that all the other crime lords wanted to be like when they grew up.
Could his Sen'dai send a note the way anyone else would? Of course not. No, he had to do it with mystery and ceremony.
"Ooh, big scary Man." He thumbed off the device. "Please let this be a job and not him thinking I screwed up." Senth ducked into a coffee shop and made his father's handsign to the worker behind the counter, then slipped into a back room to access the password function in private. That he had no idea what the password might be did not deter him. It took seconds for him to break in.
"This is prolly some test to see how fast I can break these suckers." He opened the message, and then brought the device to his ear to hear what Saint-Cyr had to say.
"A worker at the Guild says he's met a man who claims you're family. Come home and we'll discuss it. Now." The message ended.
Senth jerked the device from his ear as if it had bit him. The message system blinked words at him, but he paid no attention to what it said. "No way I heard that right." He pressed play and brought it to his ear.
"The idBot messaging system regrets that your message has been deleted. Would you like to access another message at this time?"
"No, I wouldn't like to access another message. I want to hear this message." He poked at the screen. None of the usual options showed. After several fruitless minutes, he resorted to asking for help. "IdBot, how do I replay the message?"
"Message has been deleted."
"I know that, you stupid machine. Undelete it."
"IdBot is unable to comply."
Senth swore under his breath. "Why?"
"Message was delivered as hear-once-and-delete. Would you like to access another message at this time?"
"No, I wouldn't, idiotBot. Thank you not very much." Senth turned off the device and put it in his pocket. "Why is he sending me encrypted hear-once messages? What in the worlds is going on?"

Want to read the rest? Grab your copy of Bro on my website.

Bro is the prequel to At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, and For Women Only, both about the Antonello Brothers. If you're reading this on Aug 17th, come over and join my Facebook party celebrating the release of these books. There are 16 Scifi Romance authors sharing prizes and giveaways.
Kayelle Allen is a best-selling, multi-published, award-winning author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.

1 comment:

  1. I'm usually the first one to post and say welcome -- but since today I am the guest -- that's awkward. ;) So I'll just say "Glad to be here!"


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