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Repossession (Soul Debt)

Author(s): Mychael Black

When Aaron Jacobs' twin makes a deal with the Devil, it can't possibly end well. Then Aaron's twin skips town, leaving Aaron to pay the debt himself. Aaron has no idea what to expect, but it sure as hell isn't the cloven-hooved, horned wet dream who's come to collect.


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Soul Debt: Repossession
Mychael Black
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Copyright ©2013 Mychael Black

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"What?" Aaron Jacobs dropped onto the couch, body numb. "What the hell, Andy?"

"Dude, it's the perfect set-up! I go housesit for some rich fuck, get a little ass on the side from his chick, get paid, come home."

Aaron didn't know whether to kick his twin's ass or run for the hills before the firestorm hit. Andy Jacobs had a knack for finding odd jobs that paid in one week what Aaron's salary as a programmer paid in a month, but the jobs usually involved rich morons who didn't notice, or didn't care, that their trophy wives were getting it on with the hired help. Somehow -- and maybe it was just dumb luck -- Andy never got caught. Aaron knew that could last for only so long.

"Do I want to know where you're going this time?"

Andy snorted. "Jamaica."

Aaron's head fell back, and he stared at the ceiling fan, whirling away overhead. "What about your half of the rent and bills?"

"I'll drop you some cash now and wire more when I get it," Andy said. "Aaron, man, don't worry. Have I ever left you high and dry?"

"It's been a few years."

"See? I come through... eventually."

"Andy, you're an idiot. You know that, right?"

Andy snorted. "Love you too, bro. Later."

The line went dead, and Aaron dropped the cordless phone on his lap. He and Andy had always been polar opposites, from dress style and music to work ethics and sexual preferences. Of course, Andy wasn't the least bit shy to brag about his latest fling with a rich man's wife. Aaron, on the other hand, kept his own sex life under wraps. Granted, that was partly due to his lack of said sex life. He was twenty-four and already tired of anonymous, random flings. Unlike Andy, Aaron didn't go for the one-night-stands much anymore.

How the hell did Andy do it? Any other person would have been caught long before now, but Andy always managed to skirt out of the danger zone before the husbands ever got wind of anything. It made no sense. Aaron gave up trying to figure his twin out. All he wanted was a hot shower and a night of relaxation. Work had been hell all damn week, and he had the next two days to wind down before doing it all over again on Monday.

He hauled himself out of the recliner and hung up the phone before heading for the bathroom. As the water got going, filling the room with steam, Aaron thought about the last date he'd had, nearly a year ago. Work took most of his time, leaving little for anything resembling play. Hell, he wasn't sure if he even knew how to kiss a man anymore.

Aaron stripped and stepped into the shower, the temperature just on this side of too hot. Eyes closed, he braced his hands on the wall and tipped his head back. Intense heat pounded his body, soothing aches he didn't know he had. Images drifted through his mind -- various men in his past, kissing, teasing, fucking. God, what he wouldn't give for a hot body and a hard cock to play with right now.

A knock startled him out of his fantasies. Who the hell?

Aaron turned off the water and grabbed a towel as he stepped out. The knocking turned to banging, and Aaron growled. "Damn it, I'm coming!"

He tucked the towel to secure it and headed for the front door, long hair plastered to his bare chest and dripping water everywhere. He wasn't expecting anyone. Fuck it. If his nosy neighbor had the gall to knock on his door at ten in the evening, Aaron was determined to give the busybody the shock of her life. He jerked the front door open. "Mrs. Lyle, I really don't have --"

Aaron blinked. His gaze traveled up strong legs and a muscular torso, over thick-muscled arms and to the sternest expression he'd ever seen. Long black hair framed an angular face. Dark eyes glittered with something between confusion and amusement.


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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 06235-02003
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date Published: 07/31/2013
Publisher: Changeling Press

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