The Wizard's Boy

Sand is just looking for a hot night with two dominant lovers when he stumbles on Daniel, a scared kid clinging to his dog, lost on the streets. Sand offers Daniel a home. At first Daniel fries the wiring and sears holes through the roof, echoing the young mage’s pain, but slowly he begins to feel safe and not so alone thanks to Sand’s quiet understanding.

Years later Daniel works for Sand part time at his sensual night club Shifting Sand but he is a surly employee, hating the many men Sand surrounds himself with. After waiting to claim the beautiful submissive for so long, Daniel tricks Sand into being his. One night to use his power to bring Sand willingly to his knees and show the man he’s loved from a distance that Daniel might be young but he’s Sand’s perfect master.

Daniel is determined to get his man, but is Sand ready to submit and become a wizard's boy? The debate over whether something that has been created has a soul or not has been considered by many people and the reader gets to experience it from Sand's point of view. Sand's desire to master his own fate and make his life his own proves his individuality. It was wonderful how Sand took in Daniel, even though he could've been putting himself in danger. I loved reading about all the mishaps Daniel had while he slowly learned to control his powers, as well as all the crazy problems he had along the way. Sometimes families don't recognize when young people are growing up, not giving them the freedom and understanding they need. Sand didn't see that Daniel was a man until he pushed the point, forcing Sand to reevaluate their relationship. The growing feelings between Daniel and Sand were beautiful to experience. The many paranormal aspects of this story were woven into a contemporary setting, creating an intriguing story that I enjoyed reading--Five stars from Teresa at Fallen Angel Reviews.

Available here from Total E Bound.

Excerpt from The Wizard's Boy

Sand leaned against one of his dates for the night, a little drunk, a lot horny. He was warm from dancing, still feeling the high from showing off his tight, muscled body. He peeled his T-shirt off. The blond he’d taken a shine to leaned over and sucked on his nipple.

Ahhhh.

“Harder, baby,” he said, liking the hint of teeth. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a good night after a dry spell of a barren few months, working hard to open his new night club, Shifting Sand. He was worn out from dealing with human bureaucracy and his magically enhanced clientele, vampires, werewolves and the thankfully rare wizards. He had earned a night off to get off.

“What kind of name is ‘Sand’?” the blond asked him, giving him a woozy look out of adorable blue eyes.

“I’d say unusual,” Sand said, smiling as the man knelt at his feet. “I don’t remember my real name.”

“Dude, how can you forget your name?”

Sand only shook his head. How could he explain that he had originally been created by a wizard out of a lump of sand to be a toy? But that wizard had got involved in one of the endless otherworldly battles wizards took part in and abandoned his creation. Unable to understand language or the customs of the people around him, Sand had lived like a scavenger. “Does it matter? Call me something else if it bothers you.”

“Nah, I like it.” Warm mouth moving against him right where Sand pulsed, alive and sweaty from the dancing. A tongue flicking against him and then the teeth again.

Sand stroked his chest, loving the feeling of smooth skin, the rippling muscle. He could feel the rapid pumping of his blood.

“Get back, little shit!” His other date, an intimidating brunet over six feet had shoved someone into the alley.

Sand blinked, eyes sharpening to see a pale face, angry eyes, dirty clothes. A boy, gripping a little dog missing patches of coat.

“Hey, it’s just a kid,” Sand said, catching the brunet’s fist before he could strike the boy. “What’s the problem?” All Sand wanted was his pleasantly anticipated evening. Now he was finding himself turned off by one of his handsome dates. It annoyed him.

“He tried to take my wallet!” the brunet protested, pushing Sand’s hand off his arm.

Sand raised his brows at the bundle of dirty laundry. “If you want to steal from someone, darling, you have to learn some technique.”

The kid shoved greasy, pale-blond hair out of hard brown eyes. “I’m not your darling, shit head.”

“Charming.” Sand looked at the brunet. Tony? Oh, yeah, he was Tony, Sand remembered. Sand didn’t want to go home with him anymore but the blond was still a possibility. “Leave him. Let’s go back to the club.” He could ditch Tony discreetly amongst the other dancers.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Tony growled. “You might be the man everyone wants, but you came home with me.”

But I haven’t come home with you. And I don’t intend to, Sand thought. He put his arm through the blond’s and turned to head back to the club. Not my problem, he told himself about the boy and his dog…was the fur burned? It looked seared and he saw reddened marks on the child’s dirty hands.

“You need to keep your eye on the prize,” Tony scolded him when they had almost reached the neon entrance. “When I saw you dancin’, I knew I’d have you.”

Sand remembered that moment, thrusting his hips in the centre of the floor, smoothing his hands over his chest, letting his low-slung leather pants reveal a hint of the little glittering loin cloth that showed off his ass and his nice-sized package.

He might have escaped being a wizard’s toy but he’d been created to be a submissive and that was his nature. But Sand had decided long ago that since he was alive and free he might as well have fun. Being dirty, hungry and lost had not suited him at all.

“You’re going to dump me, I can tell, but I won’t allow it.” Tony shoved him against the club wall with enough force to give an edge of excitement to their encounter.

Alive. He felt alive and he needed that. He’d never forgotten that he had once been a pile of dust. In the beginning, he’d had dreams of returning to that state and since he didn’t know if he possessed a soul there would be nothing left.

His reflection rippled across mosaic squares of mirrored glass covering one wall. If that’s all he was, then at least he was beautiful. Over time he’d discovered that he was human enough except that he could recover from wounds faster than others. He had lived for centuries but he didn’t possess any other gifts, except the gift of being an excellent host. In all his years, he’d never met another being like him, so he’d come up with his own rules.

Pleasure was number one.

He liked to have a good time. He liked men. He liked variety.

The blond had such beautiful eyes. Lake blue. He cupped Sand’s cheek and said, “I want to party with you.” As if to emphasise what Sand was giving up, the blond kissed Sand on the mouth, long and luscious and with tongue. But the vision of a sullen face broke through the sound of Sand’s heart pounding.

“I’m sorry,” Sand said.

Tony gave an impatient sound and strode away, snagging the blond by the arm. Sand felt a rush of impatience but still his feet were rooted to the asphalt as he watched his dates leave him.

Okay, so he’d merely retrace his steps. Likely the brat would be gone and then he’d return to the club, scoop up his men…

But the dark pile of clothing was still there, the thin wrists, the blast from suspicious eyes. Sand put his hands in his pockets. What was he doing?

“What are you doin’?” the kid asked him.

Sand grinned at the derisive tone. It matched his own inner voice. “I don’t know. Your dog…”

The boy pulled the little creature closer and Sand’s nose wrinkled. The dog was filthy.

“He’s not infected. I wash him where he was hurt,” the boy said defensively.

Sand wanted to know how the dog was hurt. And he didn’t want to know. He sighed. “Can you sweep floors? And what’s your name?”

“Uh…”

“If you make one up, make it good,” Sand suggested in a bored tone.

“Daniel.”

“Are you going to work for me, Daniel?”

“No funny stuff.”

“Please, you smell. And you’re ugly. And I like men.”

Daniel laughed. “Those guys weren’t men if they just let you dump ‘em.”

Sand’s brows rose. “You might have a point. How old are you? Don’t lie.”

Daniel’s chin lifted. “Fifteen.”

“The deal is you go to school, you do your work, you don’t make trouble for me. I don’t like trouble. I don’t even like kids. Or dogs. Got it?”

“Yeah.” But suspicion lurked in Daniel’s brown eyes, like he didn’t quite believe Sand.

“My carpenter Marty has kids. He can deal with you.” Sand got to his feet, stretching. “I guess I’ll have to settle for an early night. Come on, brat.”

The music was ball-jarring as they neared Sand’s club. He smiled, thinking maybe he at least could manage some more dancing. No one decorated the dance floor better than he did.

Blue light arched towards the nearby street lamp. It exploded, showering both Sand and Daniel with shards.

“Shit!” Sand stared at it and noticed that the music from the club had stopped. And the neon was completely black.

The kid’s head fell. “I, uh… Sometimes I short stuff out.”

“Well…” Sand sucked in a breath. So much for getting in a dance. “You’ll learn to control it, won’t you?”

Daniel didn’t look at him but after a moment he nodded.

“Just try not to do it at school. It makes it hard to make friends.”

“Don’t need ‘em.”

More like he didn’t have any. But it didn’t matter. Sand was not feeling for this child. He’d merely sensed talent in Daniel and gone with that intuition in offering him a place to stay. “I’ll go in first and find Marty. First order of business is a shower for you—”

Daniel looked rebellious.

“You smell, Daniel,” Sand stated. “Get clean first so you don’t mess up one of my nice clean beds. Good Egyptian cotton deserves respect.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” Blue spots of energy burned the air, signalling his irritation.

“Remember discretion. We gifted exist along with mundane humans because we don’t let them see the true extent of our talents. They know we’re different, but as long as they think it’s no more than being able to do card tricks really well they leave us alone.” The code united all the different clans, the vampires, weres, the fey and the wizards.

“I’m not stupid,” Daniel muttered.

“Hmmm… If you do as Marty tells you tomorrow and don’t make trouble for him as he sorts out enrolling you in school, I’ll take your dog to the vet in the morning.”

Eyes night-dark, Daniel studied Sand before extending his hand. Blue light flashed again. Sweat stood out on Daniel’s forehead. A luminous ball of light lifted from his hand and hovered in front of Sand. “So you don’t like fall or somethin’. It’s kind of dark,” Daniel said.

Sand stared at the ball, the swirl of energy, colour. The sphere reflected Sand and Sand was a little dizzy from staring into it. The dance of power seemed to reach inside him, see him.

“Why, Daniel?”

“You're helping my dog.”

“Okay,” Sand said. “I suppose it’s the least you can do since you blew out the lights.”

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