Kayla Jameth grew up on the family farm in Ohio, baling hay, raising cattle, and making maple syrup. An unrepentant tomboy, her father taught her to weld before she graduated from high school.
She attended Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University and later, Texas A&M University in her pursuit of veterinary medicine, taking her farther away from her rural roots. You can transplant the county girl, but you can’t make her a city slicker. Besides, it was only going to be for a little while, right?
But it wasn’t all hard work for Kayla, her sojourn as the princess of the Celestial Kingdom left her with the title sir and a costume closet the envy of many knights, lords, and ladies. See? She does have some ladylike qualities complete with the title of Lady to back it up.
After declaring for years that she was just a veterinarian who wrote not an author, Kayla now finds herself living in Spring, Texas (practically Houston) and writing m/m erotic romance. The location is probably a bigger surprise than the genre. Never the kind of girl to discuss makeup and clothing designers, she would rather be outside getting dirty with the boys.
Kayla shares her home with a cat, two guinea pigs, a gerbil, three guppies, a husband and a son and daughter.
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Grant
Alone, Andreas toils on a remote farmstead for a Spartan overlord. When a kryptes enters his world, Andreas fears for his life. The dread warriors stalk and kill helots—like Andreas' father—as part of their training.
Andreas sees only one way to save himself: he must tame the fearsome warrior.
But what began as self-preservation develops into attraction. Yearning for the company of someone other than his ferret Ictis, Andreas decides to trust the Spartan warrior and risk the fate that claimed his father.
Born to rule by the sword, Theron sees the world as his and acts accordingly, taking everything Andreas offers and reaching for more. However, love between men in Sparta is considered shameful and requires either exile or suicide to redeem Sparta’s honor. Now, only the gods can save them from the terrible price Sparta extracts from men who desire other men.
The warrior faced him squarely and the brazier lit up Theron’s face. A red furrow crossed one cheek and ended at the outer corner of his left eye. The white of the eye was blood red and a large purplish-red bruise marred the socket. Myron’s boy Kratos had looked exactly like that when he got into a tussle with one of the other youths in that pack. His eye had gone through a rainbow of colors before it finally healed.
“What in Zeus’ name happened to you?” Setting the water back on the table with a thump, Andreas’ voice rose as his chest tightened with fear. His apologies and begging would have to wait.
“How dangerous could a doe with a broken leg be?” Theron said with another chuckle, this one self-deprecating.
Andreas lifted his brows, waiting for Theron to answer his own question.
“Rather more dangerous than I would have thought. She caught me with the good foreleg before I dealt the death blow. I’ve never taken down a deer before. I can see why bows are preferred over a knife.”
Categories:Erotica, Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance. MAY be considered to have paranormal elements.
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