Some of us are gatherers. Some are hunters. Some are healers.
Jason Cain ran away to Miami not only to escape his past, but to escape his future as well. He left behind a pretty girlfriend, a college education, and a promising career in the shadow of his father, a prominent Chicago surgeon. He also left behind a haunting tragedy, something that stopped him from becoming the man he was destined to be. But all that is about to change.
Under the Miami Moon, Jason Cain is about to be chosen to fulfill his destiny—to become a healer.
Drawn into a forbidden world, plucked from the streets of Miami and taken to a mansion filled with danger and debauchery in the middle of a Florida bayou, Jason is about to experience male love, lust and longing like he has never known before. Here, the Vampire Xavier—the muscular, dominant master of his own lair—will give Jason the redemption and healing that he so desperately craves. The price—
The scene outside the mansion was a tame image of sexual openness and polite, pleasure-seeking indulgence compared to the opulence, the extravagance, the profligacy, the dizzy hedonism of the world Jason Cain encountered when he walked into the mansion:
Candles bleeding molten wax from silver candlesticks and elaborate candelabras…
A quartet of violinists playing Beethoven while the pianist sat back, enjoying the pleasure of a slim cigar, all five of them wearing nothing but bowties…
Two men in tuxedoes draped over a naked young man on an eighteenth-century rococo chaise lounge, one man gnawing on the naked subject's ear, the other gnawing on his anus, rimming him with his tongue and felching the glistening hole…
Eight white doves, perched on the arms of a giant crystal chandelier, cooing and casually watching the decadence unfolding below…
A gorgeous naked man with a studded collar around his neck and another around his erect cock, walking a seven-foot-long alligator on a lead as though it were his pet poodle. The reptile also wore a studded collar and snapped non-threateningly at the other guests as it crawled across the red Persian carpet, leaving a slimy, claw-marked trail behind it. Nobody seemed to mind nor care.
"What is this place? Who are you people? Why am I here?"
"This is Xavier's Lair."