Mon Frère: Facing Our Fears

by Michael Mandrake

Mon Frere, Facing Our Fears - Michael Mandrake - N'awlins Exotica Paranormal
ISBN: 9781311634368
Pages: 78

Ryland and Ryder are in danger…

Celebrating their 298th birthday, the Durand brothers are still at an impasse over their third, Dale Mooney, and the cause of their maker Gren DuMont’s death. As they battle personality clashes, Ryland and Ryder set out to slay Gren’s killer as well as conquer their own fears; Ryder’s fear of losing Ryland to Dale and Ryland’s fear of the unknown lurking around their safe haven in New Orleans.

With little help from the demon Valios, the twins travel to Paris to meet the murderer face to face but will their own insecurities impede their goal of slaying the killer? At this point they only have each other to rely on and the fate of all vampires lies in their hands.

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Together we stand, together we fall. I am your brother, always and forever.

Ryland tucked the card on the side of the bouquet he’d handpicked for their birthday dinner’s adornment and set it in the center of the table. He inhaled them one last time, enjoying the aroma of the freshly cut red roses. Now more than ever he enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, especially with Dale Mooney at his side. If only his brother would come around and take pleasure in life as he did.


“Ah, Ryder.” He fluffed out the flowers a little more. “I love you more than life itself. Why not enjoy our man as I have asked?” Ryland took one more whiff and headed for the kitchen to find his human lover busily preparing food for himself. “Mhmm, Dale, what are you cooking, my love? Smells scrumptious.” And it did, despite the fact Ryland had no need to consume anything mortals ate. Ryland sauntered into the next room, sliding behind his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Ohh shi−” Dale flinched at the touch and laughed, turning his head slightly to the side. He met Ryland’s gaze. “Baby, you gotta cut that out, huh? I’m real ticklish, I tell ya. At least wait until I get away from the oven.”

Dale’s southern accent warmed Ryland’s cold heart. Gently, he planted a kiss on Dale’s right shoulder. “I’ll do more than tickle you, lover. That is a guarantee.”

“Mhmm and I love when you do, sugah. Just broiling some fish, babe, with a little Cajun rice and veggies. Nothing too much, but I gotta stay healthy so I can give you all the blood you need.”

Ryland cocked an eyebrow, laying his head on the back of Dale’s neck. He sucked in a breath, enjoying Dale’s manly scent. Ryland winced, feeling his cock tent in his trousers and immediately he stepped back, cursing under his breath about his desires. As much as he wanted to take his lover up on the offer, he wasn’t sure he could control himself.

What if I turn him before he’s ready?

Ryland couldn’t bear to think of the consequences. The last thing he wanted was to take a chance on losing Dale again.

“Ry?” Dale spun around and threw the mitts on the neighboring counter. His wild blue eyes peered into Ryland’s. “What’s wrong, babe? I was feeling good with your cold body against my back, you know?” Dale flashed a smirky smile and held out his hands. “Come on back, babe. Wanna feel ya against me some more.”

Ryland returned the grin but didn’t move. “What am I, your personal air cooling unit?” He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. “I knew you only wanted me for that; I knew it,” he chided. “And your own bodyguard so no one will hurt or rob you.”

Dale laughed and ran his slim fingers through his brown locks. “Ah, shut it, Ry. You know I want you for way more than that. And like I said, you need me too, so you won’t go killing folks as much anymore.”

Ryland’s smile once again faded, and he nibbled on his bottom lip until it hurt. He loved that Dale was concerned about him, but it still didn’t quell his fear of turning him too soon. “Sweetheart, I know what you said about me feeding on you, but I…I’m not sure I can control that yet. I might turn you…”

“So?” Dale stepped closer and cradled Ryland in his arms, planting a light kiss on Ryland’s lips. “I want that, babe. We been seeing one another like three months now, going on four. I mean, don’t you want me to be your eternal lover? No doubt, I wanna be yours.” Dale stroked Ryland’s hair, twirling the strands around his fingertips. “Don’t tell me you’re changing your mind.”

Ryland closed his eyes, loving the feel of Dale’s hands in his hair and underneath his shirt, caressing his cold flesh. “Of course not, lover. I refuse to turn you before it’s time. I don’t want it to be a situation where I need to or it is done in the heat of passion…at least not without your consent.”

Reviews:Susan on Goodreads wrote:

I received a copy of Michael Mandrake’s Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears in addition to the first three books in the series. I find it curious that BDSM is now mainstream, thanks to shades of gray, but other kinks are still taboo, even in a total fantasy setting. I happen to dislike BDSM, but enjoy the scenarios in Mandrake’s books, all set in the N’awlins Exotica Paranormal world. I’ve enjoyed the ups and downs of the relationship between the two MCs Ryder and Ryland over the course of the series and am happy they seem to have worked most issues out in the current book. The secondary characters are interesting and many of them inhabit other books in the author’s N’awlins realm. Part of what makes these books fun for me is the setting in post-Katrina New Orleans. I lived in New Orleans pre-Katrina and it still holds a special place in my heart. My only caveat about the Mon Frere series is that the last book assumes one has read the companion books in the N’awlins Exotica Paranormal world.

About the Author

Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media.