Butterflies Are Free

Tied By Fate Vol. 2

by M. LeAnne Phoenix

Butterflies Are Free - M. Leanne Phoenix
Part of the Tied By Fate series:
Editions:Kindle - First: $ 3.99 USD
Pages: 95

Emrys Marlowe had only ever fallen in love once, and that was with Kiyoshi Gwynne. He’d been young and Kiyoshi had been a man in which he could care for… and he’d loved caring for him. Now, six years later, he finds himself nervous as for the first time, he’s meeting his best friend Lindsay’s brother Ísarr. Ísarr Trevelyan, bookshop owner and unpublished screenwriter, has been quite content in living with his sister above the shop while she attended college. When she befriended two actors one afternoon, he’d thought nothing of it, and since their busy schedules kept them away from L.A. for the most part, it wasn’t until today, six years after her meeting Emrys, that he finally got to meet the man. Neither man expected to feel anything for the other, but the light and the completion they feel lends wings that can surely weather any storm… can’t it?

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As Ísarr crossed the four steps to the object of his affection, holding out the plate, Emrys took it from him with one hand and set it next to him on the island as he took Ísarr’s hand with his other. Tugging him close to him, Emrys loosed his hands to smooth warm fingers over Ísarr’s cheeks as Ísarr searched the man’s rich chocolate eyes.  His breath hard to find, his heart pounding like the entire drum section of an orchestra had taken up residence in his chest, Ísarr slid trembling hands over the other man’s sides as Emrys’ tongue flashed out over his full lower lip before he whispered, "I would like very much to kiss you now."

Ísarr's hands slipped up to rest upon the other man’s chest as he gave way to need, his voice just as quiet. "Emrys.”

Emrys’ thumbs traced his cheekbones as they held the gaze for just a moment longer, he offering a nervous smile.

Once we kiss, it will prove this feeling one way or the other.


Ísarr traced the skin at the v-neck of Emrys’ tee-shirt, relaxing as he felt Emrys tremble at the tiny lines of heat left in the wake of his touch. Emrys’ eyes fluttered closed when the soft pads of Ísarr’s fingertips curved around the back of his neck to bury in his hair.

Or maybe I should think of it as this: when we kiss, it may well damn us, because if this is what touch does to us, what will a kiss do?

Threading his larger fingers through Ísarr’s thick sun-streaked chestnut mane, Emrys gently tugged his face to his own, brushing his lips over Ísarr’s in a soft, tentative kiss. Ísarr’s breath immediately stuttered in his chest, his stomach muscles tightened, and what felt like electricity almost audibly crackled between the two men as both of Ísarr's hands clenched in Emrys’ hair.

Their mouths crashed hard into one another’s as Ísarr stepped even closer to the other man, one hand falling to Emrys’ hip as the other man scooted to the edge of the island and hooked his legs around the backs of Ísarr’s thighs. Emrys raked his hands down Ísarr’s back, causing Ísarr to arch into the touch and groan when he felt the strength of Emrys’ fingers curling into his shoulders.

Well, Linds was right. She wasn't just teasing me about male vanity when she said that Emrys also thought of his body as a temple; every single muscle in his body has been honed to perfection!

Ísarr's hands rubbed Emrys’ chest, sliding down over his belly to slip over his sides and up the taut musculature of his back, fingertips tracing his spine and shoulder blades as he nuzzled his lips with his, breathing his breath. Emrys covered Ísarr’s mouth with his a third time, his tongue pressing on Ísarr’s lower lip, requesting invitation. A tiny moan tumbled into his mouth as Ísarr granted him access, tangling his tongue with Emrys’ own. The fire between them grew hotter with every second that passed and Ísarr further deepened the already strong kiss, craving Emrys’ heat… his light… needing more than anything to mingle his soul with this man’s.

"Emrys… gods, Emrys—" he gasped, arching into the line of Emrys’ body as the Welshman’s fingers bit into the thin skin of his back once more.

But what about Linds? a small voice inside cried out, causing him to slightly pull back.

"Kiss me!" Emrys’ eyes opened onto Ísarr’s, who found them to have darkened still more, but now Ísarr saw gold flecks in the coffee orbs. "Don’t you dare stop this now!"


About the Author

M. LeAnne Phoenix would tell you that the worst time of her life was the two years that she attempted to take off from writing.  If you asked her to explain exactly why she did such a thing, you would most likely get the mad attempt to arch an eyebrow like her dad and then a shake of the head as she told you it was unlucky to speak of such things.  Suffice it to say, it will never happen again!

Born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas in the mid-1970’s, Ms. Phoenix was young and wild (and even free!) during the crazy wondrous decade known as the 1980’s and the even crazier but now grungy decade of the 1990’s.  Music is second only to the muses that live and breathe to fill her mind with beautiful men, and music always helps them to tell their stories.  She is never without her iPod or her computer no matter where she goes, although, she does like to hike and take pictures of the sky and the moon, and even the occasional shot of the sun through the branches of a tree.

An avid cat lover, Ms. Phoenix has been owned by many throughout her life, though her current owner is one Lily-Rose, who really would like for her to step away from the keyboard and pay her some attention!  After all, hasn’t she earned it?

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