What Elves Eat
What Elves Eat
Genres: M/M, Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Short Story
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Elorien is the most beautiful elf in Faerie. When his best friend Guntoras returns from the World claiming he has seen someone more beautiful than he, Elorien is incensed. He offends Queen Elucinara, who sends him on a quest to find the human and judge for himself who is the more beautiful of the two.
Dario is a movie star who is starting to feel repulsed by the back-stabbing machinations of Hollywood. When Elorien appears at his fancy dress party, everyone believes him to be a hired look-alike. But Elorien and Dario soon overcome their initial shock and give in to a mutual attraction that blazes into a passionate relationship.
Struggling with hordes of paparazzi, an egomaniacal popstar girlfriend, and Elorien’s own quest for Queen Elucinara, can their growing love be anything more than a fleeting affair?
Reviews
5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews
“What Elves Eat is one of the best gay male paranormals I’ve read… Cassandra Kane’s empathetic portrayals of Dario and Elorien and the especially graphic but well-written sex scenes set this story apart from most others in the genre.”
4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance
“I thoroughly enjoyed Ms. Kane’s unique tale. This refreshing take on the world of faerie is sure to please many an avid fan of fantasy and the paranormal. If you like elves and same sex romance, then this is a book you ought to read…”
Excerpt
“There you are!” Ash peeked his head around the French doors. “Dario, you have a visitor.”
Dario groaned. “For God’s sake, just show them to the bar and leave me alone.”
“Well, well, we are in a grumpy mood today,” Ash said, eyes gleaming. “A tiff with your better half, perhaps? Has the little dear gone home already?”
Dario gritted his teeth and refused to rise to the bait.
At Dario’s silence, Ash sniffed. “Play it that way, then. But I really think you should go to the door. This guy keeps insisting he wants to see you.”
“I’m in no mood —”
Ash stepped back in mock horror. “Don’t tell me, I’m only the messenger. You can tell your brother yourself.”
“I don’t have a brother,” Dario growled, “so you can tell him to go to hell.”
Ash raised his hand. “I get the picture. But if this guy isn’t your brother, someone’s been keeping secrets from you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“This guy, he could be your twin.”
“I’m not in the mood for your practical jokes, Ash. You know I don’t have any family.”
“OK, so someone’s hired a look-alike, is that it?” Ash was unbearably thick-skinned. “I bet Zinnah thought it would be fun. You’ve got to hand it to her, she can always come up with a good idea to liven up a party.”
As Dario realised what Ash meant, a wave of heat suffused his face. It could only be another of Zinnah’s stupid ideas. Goddamn her! He’d set the look-alike straight and send him packing. He was in no mood for more of Zinnah’s crap. He stalked into the house, Ash gleefully following.
The dynamics of the party had changed, Dario noted. Now a crowd had formed around someone who stood in the middle of the large open-spaced living room. People standing on the outer rim of the crowd were trying to crane their necks to get a better look.
“Jesus, he looks just like Dario,” someone said as he pushed past.
At that, and as if they sensed the impending confrontation, the crowd parted before him.
Later, Dario remembered that moment as if in slow motion. The crowd parting, the stranger coming into view, his back to Dario. The first glimpse of a gold-embroidered cape flung over wide shoulders, fine hose encasing strong, shapely thighs, and soft gold boots.
The air seemed to shimmer as the stranger turned to face him. His skin seemed to shine with an extraordinary glow. Then Dario’s eyes adjusted and he looked upon the face of a man who could have been his twin. Dario stopped and held his breath.
It wasn’t just that the stranger looked like him. He did, but there were differences. There was the long straight hair, where his own was short and curly. The stranger was at least half a foot taller than Dario. The face was longer, and the eyes larger. And his ears seemed unnaturally pointed.
What made Dario breathless was the tingle that rippled through him as if opening every pore of his body. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other man. The crowd around him seemed dark and dirty in comparison, as though covered in a grimy film. Only the stranger seemed real.
Dario had been with men before. Hell, he’d bartered sex for room and board more than once before Karlie found him. He’d even enjoyed himself with some of them. But this was different. Dario wanted, very badly, to touch him.
“My name is Elorien.” The man’s mellifluous voice rang over the murmur of the crowd, who fell silent. “I’ve come for Dario.”
“I’m Dario.” He took a step closer as though in a daze.
“I see that.” Elorien stared at him, elegant brows furrowed, eyes darting over Dario’s face. Then the other man’s clear eyes burned into his and he found himself falling into a pool of soft musical sighs.
We must talk alone, the sighing voice said inside his head. Tell these people to leave. Despite the hypnotic wash of sound, Dario felt that it was more a demand than a request. Before he could compose himself, Elorien stalked past him and went to the porch, brushing Dario’s arm as passed.
Dario stared at his retreating back. He rubbed his arm, shivering at the tingling warmth spreading through his body at the man’s touch. He was painfully aware of his sudden erection which, thankfully, was hidden by the folds of his tunic.
“Everyone get out,” he croaked.
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