About Chaos Magic
Written by Jay Lygon
226 pages / 81000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-014-6, 1-60370-014-5
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Sam is a broken young man, searching for temporary escape from his
demons--inside and out. Running from abusive ex-lover Marcus, the God
of Fear, Sam finds himself in the arms of the hottest man to step foot
into his life: Hector.
Hector proves to be the Daddy Sam needs and wants, but the road is a
very rocky and often terrifying one. As Marcus digs his claws deeper
into Sam, it threatens to tear everything Sam and Hector have built
together apart.
Review
Mychael Black, co-author of The Prince's Angel, writes:
Sam is a broken young man, searching for temporary escape from his demons--inside and out. Running from abusive ex-lover Marcus, the God of Fear, Sam finds himself in the arms of the hottest man to step foot into his life: Hector. Hector proves to be the Daddy Sam needs and wants, but the road is a very rocky and often terrifying one. As Marcus digs his claws deeper into Sam, it threatens to tear everything Sam and Hector have built together, apart.
Can Sam finally find the power within himself? Or will he let Fear destroy him completely?
Wow.
I'm not sure how else to put it other than that.
When I started reading Chaos Magic, I honestly didn't know what to expect, but I knew--from the first few paragraphs--that it was going to be an exciting, wild ride.
I didn't know the half of it.
The sex is... Explosive doesn't feel right here. Soul-shattering sounds about right, though.
Near the end of the book, I was in tears--crying for Sam, his desperation, his fear, Hector's fear... God, it tore me up. But by the end...those tears turned into tears of sheer elation, ecstasy, you name it.
It's not often a book comes along with this much power. Those that do are sometimes subtle, sometimes not. This is one of those pure, unadulterated, in-your-face powerful books with a capital P.
I promise you: you will NEVER forget this book.
Sample
Before leaving my apartment that night, I lit bundles of white sage at the altars of my Gods and offered up a pathetic plea that unlike every other time Joey and Brett dragged me out to a club, Marcus wouldn’t stop me from meeting someone. Out there was a man who wanted to dominate a short, slim, farmboy gone bad. I needed to meet him.
And could the Gods make this dream guy someone who could easily overpower me in a naked wrestling match? Well hung, naturally. Don’t forget the incredible bod.
My usual approach to sex was like a commando raid. Hit him up; get it on; get the hell out. Yet as I prayed, I was overwhelmed by the need for something more. I wanted hot sex, but craved a deep, spiritual bond. More than anything at that moment, I wished for a chance at love.
Then my little lizard brain went right back to basics.
Someone who wouldn’t take shit from me. Oh yeah. A tall, muscular man with big hands. That fantasy worked, so I grabbed my dick. Spit, grasp, tug. A guy who could silence my mouth. Groan. A stern poppa who knew how to keep his boy under control. A leather-daddy who would tear at my untamable, black curls while he forced me to swallow his cock.
I sucked air between my clenched teeth.
A badass sadist who knew Japanese rope bondage. Oh, fuck!
Something broke free from my soul and shot hard into the night. For a second, everything was hushed, and then the noise of my blood pounding through my veins rushed into my ears like a thunderclap. I could feel the backdraft of power wash over my skin.
Raw magic shoved me back on my butt.
It was coming.
I was coming.