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you.”
“He knows that,” Uncle Yvo said.
He stood behind Zubar, human again and wearing a suit.
“Uncle Yvo!” I exclaimed as I went to hug him. “I was worried. You turned into….”
“An owl,” he said, hugging me back. “It happens on occasion.”
He stepped back and looked at me. “And you look good, Thijs. Happy.”
I was happy, which was very foreign to me. I was happy because I was with Zubar, even though I didn’t know the man, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Your Majesty,” Yvo said, bowing to Zubar. “Everything is ready.”
After that, he turned and walked into the palace. I was a little shocked at the “Your Majesty” comment, but this was a palace and Zubar had a commanding presence, so it made sense to me. Zubar was king here.
“Everything is ready?” I asked.
“What do you remember now?” Zubar asked instead.
“A lot, but it’s all jumbled up,” I said honestly.
Zubar sighed. “This might not be the best time, but it is a question that must be asked.”
“Zubar,” I said as I stepped closer. I was subtly asking for another hug. “I trust you. I may not remember everything about our relationship, but what I remember is good.”
Zubar looked down at me. “But do you remember…. You don’t, I can see it in your eyes.”
“But…. Oh, screw it,” I said.
I lunged forward and kissed Zubar. It wasn’t the neatest or most romantic kiss. I sort of bumped into his lips more than anything and then threw my arms around him to hang on. But he kissed me back. His lips were firm and warm, and yielding after a startled second. I pressed against him, grinding into him a little, because I was getting hard and I wanted him to know. I was glad to feel that Zubar was the same way. It was endless and too short when we finally pulled apart, breathless and with swollen lips.
“What did you need to ask?” I gasped.
Zubar looked a little stunned. And a lot human. Gone was the slight woodenness I had glimpsed on occasion. He was warm and human. Fairy tales would have Zubar turning into the handsome prince, pretty and bland. However, that hadn’t happened. Zubar’s jaw was still heavy, his head a little overlarge for his body. But his eyes were gorgeous and, more important, kind as he looked at me.
Whatever curse he had been under had been broken with that kiss. It was a fairy tale in that way at least. I didn’t care about a job or Rik or anything now. I was here, Zubar and I loved each other, and that was all that was important. We’d figure out the rest of it as we went along. He’d tell me about the curse—again—and I’d get my memories back. But now, now we could fall in love all over again.
“Would you be mine?” he whispered.
I smiled. “I think I always was.”
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F ELICITAS I VEY is the pen name of a harried IT support tech at unnamed Boston-area university. She started writing male-male romance as part of her midlife crisis, because she was starting to get bored of bodice-ripping needing a man in their life heroines, and the guys always seemed to have the better adventures.
Felicitas’s been a fan of fantasy since her father introduced her to Conan the Barbarian and Tolkien, and horror when Lovecraft and his creepy-crawlies found her in college.
When she’s not writing or at the Dreaded Day Job, Felicitas is brewing and knitting. Her house is overflowing with books and her yarn stash, and the basement is slowly filling up with mead and wine. Felicitas lives in Boston with her husband, three cats (Tamazusa & Mason, plus Phoenix the foster cat), and a stuffed Minotaur.
Website: www.Felicitasivey.com
By F ELICITAS I VEY
Company Man
Dances & Cookies
In Trouble with Angels
A Modest Proposal
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A Solstice Journey
Tell the Bees I’m Sorry
There’s Something About Spot
What Father Christmas Left
Published by D REAMSPINNER
“He knows that,” Uncle Yvo said.
He stood behind Zubar, human again and wearing a suit.
“Uncle Yvo!” I exclaimed as I went to hug him. “I was worried. You turned into….”
“An owl,” he said, hugging me back. “It happens on occasion.”
He stepped back and looked at me. “And you look good, Thijs. Happy.”
I was happy, which was very foreign to me. I was happy because I was with Zubar, even though I didn’t know the man, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Your Majesty,” Yvo said, bowing to Zubar. “Everything is ready.”
After that, he turned and walked into the palace. I was a little shocked at the “Your Majesty” comment, but this was a palace and Zubar had a commanding presence, so it made sense to me. Zubar was king here.
“Everything is ready?” I asked.
“What do you remember now?” Zubar asked instead.
“A lot, but it’s all jumbled up,” I said honestly.
Zubar sighed. “This might not be the best time, but it is a question that must be asked.”
“Zubar,” I said as I stepped closer. I was subtly asking for another hug. “I trust you. I may not remember everything about our relationship, but what I remember is good.”
Zubar looked down at me. “But do you remember…. You don’t, I can see it in your eyes.”
“But…. Oh, screw it,” I said.
I lunged forward and kissed Zubar. It wasn’t the neatest or most romantic kiss. I sort of bumped into his lips more than anything and then threw my arms around him to hang on. But he kissed me back. His lips were firm and warm, and yielding after a startled second. I pressed against him, grinding into him a little, because I was getting hard and I wanted him to know. I was glad to feel that Zubar was the same way. It was endless and too short when we finally pulled apart, breathless and with swollen lips.
“What did you need to ask?” I gasped.
Zubar looked a little stunned. And a lot human. Gone was the slight woodenness I had glimpsed on occasion. He was warm and human. Fairy tales would have Zubar turning into the handsome prince, pretty and bland. However, that hadn’t happened. Zubar’s jaw was still heavy, his head a little overlarge for his body. But his eyes were gorgeous and, more important, kind as he looked at me.
Whatever curse he had been under had been broken with that kiss. It was a fairy tale in that way at least. I didn’t care about a job or Rik or anything now. I was here, Zubar and I loved each other, and that was all that was important. We’d figure out the rest of it as we went along. He’d tell me about the curse—again—and I’d get my memories back. But now, now we could fall in love all over again.
“Would you be mine?” he whispered.
I smiled. “I think I always was.”
Don’t miss the 2015 Advent Calendar:
31 stories of holiday love!
www.dreamspinnerpress.com
F ELICITAS I VEY is the pen name of a harried IT support tech at unnamed Boston-area university. She started writing male-male romance as part of her midlife crisis, because she was starting to get bored of bodice-ripping needing a man in their life heroines, and the guys always seemed to have the better adventures.
Felicitas’s been a fan of fantasy since her father introduced her to Conan the Barbarian and Tolkien, and horror when Lovecraft and his creepy-crawlies found her in college.
When she’s not writing or at the Dreaded Day Job, Felicitas is brewing and knitting. Her house is overflowing with books and her yarn stash, and the basement is slowly filling up with mead and wine. Felicitas lives in Boston with her husband, three cats (Tamazusa & Mason, plus Phoenix the foster cat), and a stuffed Minotaur.
Website: www.Felicitasivey.com
By F ELICITAS I VEY
Company Man
Dances & Cookies
In Trouble with Angels
A Modest Proposal
Nøtteknekkeren
A Solstice Journey
Tell the Bees I’m Sorry
There’s Something About Spot
What Father Christmas Left
Published by D REAMSPINNER
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