Eternal Captive

Author Essay

Dear Readers,

You’ve done this all before, yes? Read one of these letters from the author telling you all about their new book…blah blah blah?

Well, Veanas and Pavens, the author isn’t writing this one.

The stories of my existence, my struggles, my desires will always come from me.

Those of you who know me know that there is nothing I despise more than being told what I can and cannot do — what I can and cannot have. That grating attitude if you will started early on in balashood — and you’ll see a few shades of those early years in Eternal Captive. Granted, my mother had the right to attempt to corral me, I was a little fanged devil. But she was the only one. I’ve never thought twice about gutting anyone who tried to pull that sh*t on me — then or now. But I suppose, in every paven’s long life, there will come a test that drop kicks that belief, that promise, straight into the gutter. And it usually comes in the form of a female. The kind of female you believe yourself immune to. Not your type, not the type of anyone who is moderately sane. And you do your best to ignore her, ignore her scent, her eyes, her legs, her voice, and the call of your body when it’s near hers. You even stretch to the point of inflicting the emotional pain of rejection.

But the need doesn’t go away.

No. It only grows. Like weeds through cracks in cement.

And, then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, and your cells and muscles and brain and everything in between are ready to give in to it — to her — her true mate shows up and claims her.

Well, that’s what this story is about, Veanas and Pavens. The unending struggle of desire. Does boy ever get the girl? And even if he does, even if he can hold on to her for a moment or two, will he get to keep her in the end?

Sh*t.

Does a Breeding Male ever get to hold onto anything?

Like the book or no, Dear Readers, but it’s my awakening — the only goddamn morpho I’ll ever have — and it’s one helluva ride.

Bite Me,

Lucian