'Phoenix Rising' soars on April 14th

Phoenix Rising
Book One of the Phoenix Rising Series

Coming April 14th from Silver Publishing

https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/products_id/843

Blurb:

Hex Phoenix, entrepreneur and businessman, arrives in New Orleans to conduct business. assisted by his long-time lover, Urbain Fortier. Life would be easy except for one small problem, someone wants to kidnap Hex. Why? Not because of who he is, but because of what he is, the mythical Phoenix.

 

After escaping his enemies, resurrecting as Conleth Feu d'Oiseaux,  and reuniting with Urbain, he is now being hunted by the RIRA. The beautiful Giuliana is also searching for Conleth for reasons of her own. With danger and jealousy surrounding him, Conleth finds once again that being the Phoenix is not an easy life.

Excerpt:

Hex stretched lazily, watching the sun rise through the eastern window of his bedroom. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned again at the shortness of it. It had been that way for three weeks now. He detested that he couldn't keep the long, flowing red locks that were his birthright but as always they were also the first clue of who and what he was to those looking to capture him for their own uses. The last thing he wanted was for the people who were after him to find him.

It was luck or fate that his enemies were destined to die while he returned, reborn again and again. But their families lived on and the rumor that he existed persisted down through the ages in their legends. And so they continued to seek him—father, son, grandson, through perpetuity.

At the moment, however, it was time to forget such things, get up, and moving. He had a city to explore.

He'd leased a house in what was called the Garden District, a nickname he didn't quite get. From what he had seen upon his arrival here there were few gardens, at least what he'd consider a real garden. Perhaps a few square yards of earth dedicated to the raising of flowers but hardly a garden.

The house itself lived up to his expectations. It had airy, high-ceilinged rooms with large windows that flooded them with sunlight during the day. The walls were deep gold and scarlet trimmed in white, the furniture antique to match the ambiance of the place. There was a veranda that stretched across the front with an accompanying balcony above it, wrought-iron railed in ornate swirls that spoke to his nature.

Throwing back the covers on the large canopied bed, Hex sat, stretching again before standing and striding in all his naked glory to the bathroom. At six-four, slender and well muscled, he cut a fine figure he thought as he stared at himself in the full-length mirror on one wall. It was yet again a fresh version of him. Each time he was reborn it was into a new body, with the hope that this time he could evade those who sought him. Deep blue eyes stared back at him, so dark as to be almost black unless the light hit them just right. Once again he growled at the short haircut and considered letting it grow out at least a few inches. Until then though, he would deal with it as it was, since it would, after all, suit the image he portrayed; that of a businessman seeking to set up a branch of his company here in the city. With a quick thought he removed the red hue, making it dark with golden highlights. Then he turned on the shower and stepped in.

* * * *

Hex had just finished his shower and was drying off when someone knocked on the bedroom door. Shaking his head, he wrapped the large, soft towel around his waist and went to answer.

"Mr Phoenix, there's an overseas phone call for you. Are you available?" his secretary asked, not batting an eye at his lack of clothing. In point of fact, she definitely appreciated being able to look at him like that. Usually he was strictly attired in a suit, button-down shirt, and tie.

For the moment, until she found a place of her own, she was one of three people who were sharing his house, two of them hired within the last two weeks and all of them willing to move down here with him as part of the terms of their employment. The power of money plus his innate charisma had worked their wonders. Each one had been chosen for their unique talents. Miss Sondell, Daniella, had extraordinary linguistic abilities and a razor sharp mind with a wit to match when she was in the mood. She was also an exciting and talented bed partner when he needed her.

"Take a message, please. Tell them I will call back at my earliest convenience within the next hour. Have you booked a car for us?"

"Yes sir. It will be here at ten on the dot."

"Thank you. Please let Gregory know that I'll be down as soon as I'm dressed. I have an errand for him to run before we leave, and send Urbain up. I have to consult with him."

Daniella nodded. She knew exactly what form that 'consultation' would take but it didn't bother her in the least. She was more than willing to share.

After she left, Hex laid out the clothes he would wear. Since this was to be as much a day of exploration as it was of business he decided to forgo his usual suit and tie and choose well pressed slacks and a button-down shirt instead.

Just as he'd finished there was another knock on the door. He opened it and pulled Urbain inside, kicking the door closed even as he pressed the man against the wall, taking his mouth in a searing kiss.

Not one to fight the inevitable, especially when it involved Hex, Urbain returned it with equal fire as he started to reach for the towel still circling Hex's hips. He immediately found his hands trapped high above his head by one of Hex's.

"Play time?" Urbain muttered.

"With you, Bain, it always is." Hex grinned, grinding against Urbain's obvious arousal before opening his slacks to take the thick cock into his other hand, pumping it hard until Urbain was emitting low groans of need. "Off with the clothes and onto the bed, now. We haven't much time," he ordered.

"You shouldn't be in such a hurry," Urbain growled even as he obeyed Hex, shedding clothing while heading to the bed. Sitting on the edge of it he surveyed his longtime friend, boss, and lover, cricking his finger when Hex didn't move. "Lost the urge?" he inquired, grinning in amusement.

"No. I just enjoy the anticipation."