Marked Northern Shifters 1

his heart again, not even for Emil, the mortal he turned away five years ago.
    When Union soldier Emil Franks steps aboard Basile’s ship, his mission is to try to convince Basile to lend his vessel to the Union cause. But with one look at his former lover, he reveals far more—his lingering love for Basile.
    Neither time nor the fires of war have dimmed their passion for each other, but not even the fact that Emil is now a vampire can sway Basile from his course. In two days’ time, he leaves for his native France.
On this war-torn Valentine’s Day, Emil must choose: Love? Or country? Warning, this title contains the following: graphic language, and hot nekkid manlove.
     
Enjoy the following excerpt for For Love and Country:
    Curling his fingers over Emil’s shoulders, he shoved him against the wall. Before Emil could protest, Basile slanted his lips across his, hard and urgent. His tongue thrust into Emil’s mouth and struck the point of one fang.
    Blood welled from the tiny wound.
Emil moaned, his throat working to try and swallow Basile’s crimson essence. He really was a vampire.
Control fled along with Basile’s anger. Spearing his fingers into the man’s short hair,
    he marveled at once again feeling the silky strands against his hand. With lips and tongue he devoured Emil’s mouth. He stroked each of Emil’s fangs with his tongue, up and down as if they were miniature cocks. For so long, Basile had cut himself off from the man he’d loved because he feared the inevitable pain of his lover’s death. Now, with Emil a vampire, his greatest dreams could come true.
    Except he still intended to leave for France in a couple of days. Getting out of the states before the war grew any more violent seemed like a prudent move. Emil wanted him to support the Union blockade. He wanted Basile to get his ship, his property, directly involved in the heinous battle. Basile fought for control. Blood pounded in his veins, hardened his cock like one of the masts of his ship, and demanded he take this man over and over again in an attempt to make up for lost time.
    Emil flattened his palm on Basile’s chest. His fingers fumbled as he opened Basile’s shirt. A button flew off, pinging against the wall. Reaching into the opening, Emil traced the contours of Basile’s pectorals. He flattened his hands over the nipples, clenching and releasing like the paws of a purring cat. With his fingertips, he teased Basile’s nipples, drawing them into tiny, hard points.
    Basile feared he wouldn’t last. Their tongues tangled. The sweet feel of Emil’s skin brought back so many sweet memories that Basile soon had Emil bared to the waist. His caresses found pathways across flesh both old and new. Several scars on Emil’s chest testified to his near-fatal wound, a battlefield somewhere, Basile guessed, not wanting to think about a mortal Emil putting himself into harm’s way. His hands curved around Emil’s waist. The arrow of hair leading to his cock promised a trail of sensual delights Basile ached to explore. Dropping his fingers to the waistband of Emil’s trousers, he unfastened them and shoved them down his hips.
    Even standing there with his pants pooled around his ankles, Emil was a handsome man. A smattering of light brown curls covered his chest, growing thicker between his pectorals and in a line bisecting his abdomen. Veins roped around his cock, the head flushed purple. Just looking at it made Basile’s mouth water, and he couldn’t wait to have the American beneath him, begging for release.
    He tore his lips away. Hell! What was he thinking? Shaking his head, he moved back. “No. I don’t feel a thing,” he lied. If his heart still beat it would have beat a mile a minute. As it was his hands shook, his entire body tingled, and his cock pounded with the need to spill itself into Emil’s waiting, and Basile knew, all-too-willing body. “I think that proves it. I’m sorry, Emil. Goodbye.” He spoke quickly, wanting to get the words out there and just leave. With his departure set and the wheels in place to get him home as soon as possible, he didn’t want to think about resuming his relationship with Emil. He wanted to, but being tied to the United States right now wasn’t a smart move. Not by a long shot.
    Emil laughed. His slack-jawed grin revealed his fangs and the mouth that Basile had just thoroughly kissed. “You never did lie worth a shit.” Heedless of his near-total nudity, he bent over,