About Mirror Mirror

by Mike Shade
87 pages / 28000 words
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Twins Matthias and Jakob couldn't be more different. Jakob is a happy-go-lucky man who loves to play. His brother Matthias believes in abstinence and books, studying to become a monk. When they head off to supply for a local festival, they meet Gustav, who's like no one they've ever met.

Gustav has more in mind than just teaching when he finds the twins. He wants them for his own, and he convinced Jakob to spend a winter with him. Jakob gets Matthias to come along, and on the way Gustav gives them more experiences than they've ever dreamed of. Can they survive his lessons?

Review

Kiernan Kelly, author of Seti’s Heart, writes: Twins Jakob and Matthias are identical from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet, but their dispositions are as different as night and day. Jakob is much more outgoing, more fun-loving and promiscuous; Matthias is more concerned with their spiritual needs than those of the flesh.

Lord Gustav is no stranger to pleasures of any kind. He is a vampire, decadence personified, and on the prowl for a new lover to take to his bed.

Meeting the twins, he is instantly smitten with their innocence, with their pale looks and slender bodies. It is only a matter of time before he convinces them to travel with him from their tiny village and the watchful eyes of the nearby monks to his castle high in the mountains. Once there, Gustav sets in motion a plan for seduction -- he will not stop until both brothers are his, a part of him forever.

In MIRROR, MIRROR, Mike Shade has created a trio of very interesting characters. Although Matthias and Jakob are identical twins, they each have such distinct personalities that the reader is never confused; they are often studies in contrast, even while sharing certain traits and desires.

Lord Gustav is the alpha vampire, quick-witted and seductive, scheming at times, worldly, he exhibits a patience that is admirable in his seduction of the twins. The reader is left with no doubt that he truly loves the twins, and they each other, and him.

Sex is plentiful, progressing from the nearly innocent beginnings of sweet kisses and light touches, to full-out threesomes and sheet-scorching action as Gustav's plot to seduce the twins accelerates to the thoroughly satisfying conclusion.
 

Sample

Apples and pears and a handful of almonds and a flask of wine.

The list was simple, straightforward, printed in his own square hand on paper -- real paper. Brother Stephen had given it to him -- a scrap from one of the manuscripts, just a corner, but real paper nonetheless. And if Matthias had written and smudged out the list and written again until the paper was worn thin? Well, no one would know.

"Matthias! Are you still carrying that rag about? Shouldn't you go to the monks, ask for another? Perhaps, if you kissed him, that fat monk would give you a whole sheet..."

"Jakob!" He glared at his twin, careful to step between the carriage tracks, not muss his soft shoes. "You should not malign the Lord's servants so. I intend to become one, some day."

"You wouldn't! They would steal the light from your eyes, cut your hair, take you away from me." Jakob touched and tugged and teased, pulling Matthias' long, pale tail, which matched his brother's.

"Jakob! Ouch! Stop it! We have to go to the market for Marta. The holiday festival is upon us. I won't have any distractions."

"Are you saying I'm a distraction, Matthias? That perhaps you are not immune to my charms?"

"You have been a distraction since before I was born." He frowned into those pale, laughing eyes. "And keep your charms to yourself. I have a list."

"I too have a list," said a voice from behind him.

They stopped and turned as one, Jakob a heartbeat before him.

The man was tall, dark and light together. Long, black hair crowned a face with sharp, striking features, paler than any he knew.

A stranger.

Here.

How very distressing.

"The market is down the path here, past the fishmongers. You cannot miss it."

Strangers were bad.

"I am not convinced that what I am looking for can be found in the market." The man had an accent. Most definitely a stranger.

"That is a sh..."

"What are you looking for, perhaps we can help." Jakob was smiling, eyes like peridots in the sun, interrupting him as if he had not spoken.

"Jakob! The holiday approaches. We have no time." His words were a low hiss, his hands reaching to pull at his twin. Strange spirits appeared on the eve of the harvest moon. One could not trust them.

"Ah, but I would have a little of your time, young sir." The man inclined his head. "In fact I would have a lot of it -- I find myself in need of servants, companionship."

Jakob pulled away from his hand. "Cha! Matthias! Can you not help a stranger in need? Come, sir, what type of companion do you seek?"

"Someone who is not afraid of the night," answered the stranger.

"Afraid of the night? What are we, children?" Jakob chuckled, flirting shamelessly. "Besides, I have my own light, don't I, Matthias?"