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FALLING:
AN EROTIC LOVE STORY
Loose Id
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January 2008

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Cain Hawkins is a master at suppressing his desires. After all, he's been doing it for over one hundred years. What Cain wants more than anything is a man to love, but he knows that no matter how much he craves it, it can never be. Because Cain is a Naverto demon, and to desire another man is more than forbidden, it is an act that will bring about his execution. So he keeps to himself, working with abused horses on a small patch of land, all on his own. But then his brother makes a request that Cain cannot refuse.

Luke Forrester just wants a job and a place where he can recover from the brutal beating he took at the hands of his former boss. He dreams of a place where he can work with the horses that he loves so much. The fact that he's had a crush on Cain Hawkins, his best friend's brother-in-law, for more than two years threatens everything. But Luke's determined not to screw things up. He will do the work and prove to Cain that it wasn't a mistake to hire him, and he won't allow the fact that he desires something more with Cain to interfere with his work one bit.

But working and living in such close proximity can test the best of intentions, and when one kiss leads to something much, much more, Cain must open himself in a way that he never has before. He must trust Luke completelyand tell him everything about who and what he is. And together, they must find a way to fight for Cain's humanity and save him from his demon clan before he is found out and they are ripped apart forever.

   
 

“…Although this book is the second in a series, I enjoyed it as a stand alone. I connected with both of the heroes in Falling and their struggle to find love in a hostile world. Cain’s journey to love for the first time in his life and Luke’s love for him make this a great story. The sex between the two men was hot! The combination of the feelings the men have for each other and Cain’s sense of discovery really had me reaching for a glass of ice water…The supporting characters in this book make me look forward to more work from this author. Cain’s brothers Connor and Caleb are strong characters in their own right and really enhance the story. I can’t wait for Caleb’s story! If you like m/m romance with strong characters, I would definitely recommend Cameron Dane’s Falling.”
--Ann Barber from Just Erotic Romance Reviews

 

"...Cameron Dane tells a beautiful love story in Falling: An Erotic Love Story. Cain is strong and dealing with his demon half every day. He is so lonely you will want to comfort him yourself. Luke is a sensitive, sweet character that has a core of pure steel. They are the kind of men you would want in your life. You could depend on them to always be there for you… The author did a wonderful job here of blending romance, erotica, and the humanity of her characters in a believable way you won’t forget… This is an unforgettable read you will completely enjoy and be glad you picked up."
--Tina, a 5 kisses review from Two Lips Reviews

 

“…Falling is the second in Cameron Dane’s new series revolving around the lives and loves of the Hawkins brothers. Cain is a man of such emotion, insecurity and fear that I often found myself forgetting that under his all too human skin, this tender and soft-spoken man was an enormously strong demon… Luke is the perfect counterpoint to Cain. He’s loving, dedicated, hardworking, loyal and not afraid to stand up for what he believes is right…and it doesn’t matter to him that the man he loves is a little different from other people. He loves him in spit of it… Ultimately I can’t say enough good things about this well-crafted jewel of a book. It’s not often that a story causes me to get a little teary, and this one did that, on more than one occasion… Last, and certainly not least, I can’t say enough good things about his story and I heartily recommend it to anyone who loves a great paranormal romance. I eagerly await the next installment in this exciting series.”
--Mystical Nymph, a 5 nymph review at Literary Nymphs Reviews Only

 

“…While I’m not usually a fan of the cowboy genre of erotica, Falling intrigued me from the moment I saw its cover until I turned the last page. I wasn’t entirely sure that cowboys and paranormal would be an entirely cohesive mesh. I am happy to admit that in this case I was dead wrong. Cameron Dane has created a world where ranchers can be fantastical flying demons and caring rehabilitative horsemen at the same time. Cain was faced with a momentous decision, is it better to be alive and live a barren, lonely existence never knowing sexual intimacy, or live a short time filled with passion and emotion? Waiting to find out what he decided had me gripping my ebook reader both hoping and dreading his choice. Well written with an excellent plot and subplot, Falling is a book that grips you and doesn’t let you go even after you read the last page. The characters are multidimensional and so well drawn that you really feel them off the page. I fell in love with Cain and Luke and could only read with bated breath praying that the ending was one the one that I wanted. I highly recommend this book to any lover of the cowboy or paranormal genre of erotica.”
--Hayley, a 5 Angel *Recommended Read* from Fallen Angels Reviews

 

"...I'm not sure where to begin with this one other than to say I loved it. Cameron Dane has succeeded in putting the reader in the middle of all the action. I felt Cain and Luke’s pain, suffering, and passion for one another in such a way that I was unable to put it down. I can't recall ever reading a more passionate, and at times, painful book. I wouldn't recommend this to anyone looking for a nice, sweet love story as this was anything but that. It was at times harsh and very violent with devastating torture and at other times so sexually charged it truly burnt up the pages. I would however highly recommend it to anyone looking for an emotional thrill ride they will not soon forget."
--Sandra, for The Romance Studio

 

"…I found myself immediately engrossed in Falling: An Erotic Love Story… I was extremely moved by the depth of love and unselfishness of not only Luke and Cain with each other but also with their families. Cameron Dane did a fantastic job in making me love demons, well at least this demon. Cain is a big, tough cowboy and an even tougher demon. It is a surprise he‘s as sweet and as lovingly as he is. Luke’s unconditional love for Cain gives Cain the strength to fight his clan’s laws and endure whatever it would take for them to be together.  Luke’s mental strength was awe-inspiring… I enjoyed Falling: An Erotic Love Story very much and I Joyfully Recommend it!"
--Ley from JoyfullyReviewed.com

 

"…I absolutely loved this novel! FALLING by Cameron Dane is an intense and thrilling homoerotic love story. This is the kind of story I love curling up with on a rainy night. It has just the right mix of fantasy, romance and suspense to keep me reading far into the night. It’s not often you meet a demon who is also a very sexy cowboy that has a very gentle and giving heart. Once Cain loves something he can’t let it go. I adored that about him. Luke is also a complex and intriguing character. He is someone who has been hurt in the past but he wants to learn to trust again. I was very moved by his story. I really enjoyed following these two very different men as they overcame all the obstacles in their path on their journey to love and happiness."
--Christina from RomanceJunkiesReviews.com

 
 

Falling Excerpt 1: PG-13 for language

Falling Excerpt 2: PG-13 to R-ish

 

Excerpt #1: This is the first chink in Cain's armor, as he lets himself start to get a little closer to Luke. At this point, neither man knows the other one is gay.

 

Cain heard a guttural moan and then a sob, and his relief gave way to panic once again. Without thinking, he was at Luke's door in a dozen long-legged strides and standing beside his bed in two quick steps. A nightlight beside the bed illuminated Luke as he thrashed, his face buried in his pillow, moaning, clearly in the throes of a nightmare. Perspiration glistened on his bared back -- highlighting a number of scars -- but Cain's anger at seeing them quickly gave way to gut-wrenching need as Luke cried out for help again.

Unable to stand there and do nothing, Cain sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Luke's shoulder.

"Luke? Luke?" He spoke softly, much as he would with one of his skittish horses. He didn't want to spook the man into lashing out at him. "Luke?" He nudged the finely sculpted shoulder once again. "It's Hawk, Luke. You're having a dream. You need to wake up."

One second the man moaned terrible noises into his pillow, the next he had his face buried against Cain's stomach with his quaking arms wrapped firmly around Cain's waist. Luke was clearly still in the aftermath of his dream, and Cain had never felt the need to protect so strongly in his one hundred and seventy-five years of life.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay now," Cain crooned softly. He smoothed his palm over Luke's sweat-drenched hair again and again, petting him with a gentle touch. "You're not in that bad place anymore. You're right here with me." He rubbed up and down Luke's back, ignoring the need to ask for an explanation of what he felt under his fingers. Instead, he just tried to settle the heaving he felt radiating through the tension-filled body he held. "You're perfectly safe here, Luke. I'm not going to hurt you, not for anything."

The arms squeezing Cain's middle with a powerful hold loosened just a little bit. The breathing slowed from choppy to merely labored, and finally, Luke pulled away and leaned back against the wall. His eyes were still a little bit wild, and he wouldn't meet Cain's gaze.

"Were you dreaming about the beating?" Cain kept his voice to a whisper. He felt the vulnerability radiating off Luke, and all he wanted to do was haul the younger man back into his arms and hold him close until all the fear went away. Cain clasped his hands together instead. "Is that what the nightmare was about?"

Luke swiped his hand across his cheek, clearly trying to push away proof that the power of the dream had brought him to tears.

"Yeah," he finally spoke, and the huskiness of it sounded like it came out of a grinder. "Pussy of me, huh?" Luke laughed, but the noise grated on Cain's ears. "Crying like a girl because I got beat up in a bar."

"Not pussy at all," Cain disagreed. He hadn't forgotten what his fingers had touched just a few minutes ago. Christ, he didn't think he'd ever forget. "But maybe it's the stress of lying about what really happened to you."

"What?" Luke's head whipped around, and Cain got the full eye contact he'd been hoping for. It sucker punched him in the gut.

"You have incredibly expressive eyes, Luke," Cain revealed with a small smile. "And even if you didn't, and I couldn't see the panic of discovery in them right this second, I saw the scars on your back myself not five minutes ago."

"So?"

"So," Cain persisted, knowing in every fiber of his being that he was doing the right thing here, even if he couldn't logically rationalize it. "I know what scars from a whip look and feel like. I know what cigar burns feel like too. You don't get whipped and burned like that in a bar fight. You can tell me what really happened to you, and I swear on my horses' lives that if you don't want me to tell another soul I never will."

Luke's elbows went to his raised knees, and his fingers tunneled through his disheveled hair. The tears stopped, but his eyes were still bright with moisture. "Why do you want to know? What does it matter to you one way or another?"

"Because you're my employee, and you're good with my horses. I don't want to lose you to the weight of this burden, whatever it is."

When Luke didn't look any less like a hunted animal without a safe place to hide, Cain let go of a little bit of his rigid control over his desires.

"And because I like you, Luke," he added, although he kept it light. "You seem like a good guy to me, and I'm not usually wrong about stuff like that. That is why I want to know who in the hell did this to my friend."

Luke lifted his downturned head and settled his gaze on Cain's.

"Justin MacLesten did this to me, and if word gets out around town, he'll grab up my sister and my mother and do the same thing to them."

Cain could barely stuff down the rage he suddenly experienced on Luke's behalf. He wanted to go beat the living shit out of MacLesten himself. "What…why…how…I don't understand." Cain held up a hand before Luke took offense. "I'm not saying that I don't believe you, trust me on that. MacLesten is a bastard, and I believe him capable of just about any cruelty. But what kind of reason could he possibly have for justifying it, and how in the hell did he manage to do this to you without anyone stopping him?"

"I…I did something he didn't approve of." Luke's gaze shut Cain out completely, and it struck Cain that it was that same hooded look he'd seen that morning just a few days ago on his porch. "Anyway, a couple of days later, I was out riding fence when I got a call to meet MacLesten at one of the outer line cabins. I thought it was strange, but he's the boss. It's not like I could have refused."

"Just so you know," Cain cut in, needing with everything in him to separate what he was from Luke's old boss. "Should I ever ask you to do something you don't approve of, or anything that doesn't seem right, you tell me. Clear?"

"Yeah." Luke nodded. "Thank you."

Silence reigned between them for awhile. Cain nudged again, saying gently, "Go on, Luke. Go ahead and get it all said."

"Okay." Luke paled, but Cain felt pride stab his chest when Luke took a visible, deep breath and went on. "So I get to the cabin, and MacLesten is waiting for me outside. He tells me to just let my horse roam and to join him inside. He goes in first, and when I step over the threshold to join him, a two-by-four swings out of nowhere and clips me across my gut. When I double over, it slams down on the back of my head, and then down my back, sending me into this blurry state of semi-consciousness. I'm kind of aware of what's happening, but I can't seem to make myself move. It's like I would imagine it feels to be drugged."

Luke stopped then, and to Cain it looked like the rest of the story would be even more painful to hear. Rage filled Cain to overflowing, and it warred with an almost desperate need to defend this man against anyone who would do him harm. The fact that Cain's hands were tied to enact revenge angered the hell out of him. He couldn't imagine how Luke functioned knowing that the scum who did this to him had enough power to walk around town free. Cain understood the need to protect his family -- and in truth, he would do the same -- but it would be damned hard to live with, just the same.

"Anyway" -- Luke finally found his voice again -- "a blow to my temple knocked me out. When I came to, I was naked, stretched up, and hanging by my wrists. There was just enough give in the ropes that I could reach my toes to the floor and hold myself up."

"Son of a bitch," Cain swore viciously. It was impossible for him to show no emotion whatsoever. Not when this man was involved. "Someone needs to take MacLesten up into the mountains and shoot him."

"Yeah." Luke actually chuckled at that, and the small sound of lightness tore right through Cain's heart. "Except that he's not worth doing prison time for."

"I suppose you're right," Cain conceded, although he hated like hell doing it. "I'm sorry I interrupted. Go on."

"Right." The tightness returned to Luke's lips, and it revealed the secret of how much this beating still tormented him. "When I came to, I was disoriented, and I panicked. The minute it became clear to MacLesten that I was conscious, he started punching me. I swayed off my toes with the force of the punches, swinging like one of those boxing bags you see in a gym. He seemed to find that amusing, that I was basically doing all the work for him. He didn't even have to move in order to hit me, and I twirled around so much with the power behind his blows that he was able to get me all over pretty good.

"After a while, his hands got tired, or maybe he got bored. I don't know." The words grew thicker, one by one, as they came out of Luke. It appeared that each sentence was a challenge to get out. Cain waited, silently this time, praying that Luke would trust him enough to speak the rest. "Anyway, that was when he switched to the whip." Luke turned away then, and in profile Cain could see his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to get control over his emotions. After a good five minutes that felt like forever, Luke finally settled his turbulent gray gaze back on Cain and went on. "The fiery pain that ripped through my body with that first lash is something that I'll never forget. It's something that I'll feel for the rest of my life."

Luke's hand shook as he wiped beads of sweat off his upper lip. "For whatever reason, MacLesten stuck to my backside with the whip. Not that it felt like a blessing though, because he made sure to leave some kind of mark from shoulder to ankle, with no space spared in between. When he finished, I was barely conscious, and I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I was just hanging from my arms, which were completely numb by that point anyway, so what did it matter. I thought for sure that nothing could be worse than getting whipped, and that he was surely done with his sadistic punishment of me."

"But he wasn't." Cain remembered the round scars of flesh he'd felt on Luke's back. The cigar burns.

"No." Luke shook his head, and his eyes filled with more moisture.

It killed Cain to see it, and without thinking, he reached out and wiped the wetness away with the pads of his thumbs. Luke jerked under his fingers, but Cain understood that was just what an abused animal did. Luke had to relearn that human contact didn't automatically lead to pain.

Cain brushed Luke's hair away from his face and clasped his hand around his shoulder, holding it tight. "If you can't talk about this with somebody, then you will never be able to get past it." Cain let Luke go and resumed a respectable distance between them. "That person doesn't have to be me, but I think you'll find this a whole lot easier to live with if you can find someone to confide in and trust."

"I was assigned a counselor when I was in the hospital."

"Okay, that's good." It was exactly what Cain would have suggested if the subject hadn't come up. "Did you like him or her? Did you trust this person?"

"Her," Luke clarified. "And yes, I did. Cassie drove me into Billings twice a week to meet with her after I got out of the hospital."

"Okay. When's your next appointment?"

"It was yesterday."

Cain's jaw started ticking. "You didn't leave the property yesterday, Luke."

"That's because I cancelled the session."

"Why in the hell would you do that?"

"Because I just started working for you, Cain. I'm not going to start a job and less than one week into it start giving you times and days when I can't work. That's not right, and it's not fair to you."

"Good Christ, Luke," Cain said in a hissing voice. "This is your well-being that we're talking about here."

"And this is your business!" Luke yelled. "I'm not going to be some half-assed employee that you can't count on!"

Cain got excited by the fire in Luke's eyes. It turned him on, which was bad, but it also allowed him to lay into the guy, which was exactly what he needed.

"You're not some half-assed employee, Luke! I already trust you with my horses, and let me tell you something, I don't trust very easily." Cain rose to his feet and towered his six-feet-two frame over the narrow bed at Luke. "But if you're going to be an idiot and ignore a vital part of your recovery, then I'm not sure you're the guy I want making decisions for my animals!"

Luke shot off the bed too, almost going chest to chest with Cain. His eyes swirled with all the colors of a rainstorm. "Are you saying I don't have the good sense God gave me to provide the best care for your horses?" He poked at Cain's chest, but then winced and reached for his back. "Ow."

"No, I'm not saying that at all! Wait. What 'ow'? Luke, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Luke dropped back down to the bed. "It's just some of the deeper scars on my back still pull at the skin around them when I stretch or move quickly. That's all."

"And let me guess." Cain crossed his arms and raised a brow. "You're not taking care of them properly either. Right?"

Luke shot Cain one of the most stubborn, bullheaded sneers he'd ever witnessed.

"I was taking very good care of them, but Cassie was helping me. They're not exactly in a place that's easy to reach, you know."

"Well then, let's solve one problem tonight," Cain said recklessly, so into the moment that he couldn't back off. "Where is the cream you're supposed to be using?"

Luke's gaze went from fiery to wary in one blink of his eyes. He leaned back against the wall, but he never looked away.

"Why, Cain?" he asked. "Why do you want to know?"

Cain took a reckless step that might very well get him killed.

"Because I'm taking over the job of looking out for you, Luke. And right now, that starts with me taking care of your back." …

 

Excerpt #2: Cain has just shocked Luke with a request for a kiss. By this point Cain knows that Luke is gay, but Luke has no idea Cain has similar feelings. This is the first time in Cain's entire life that he has given in to his desires.

 

Underneath his fingers, Cain felt Luke go tight as a drum.

"Wh-what…" Luke's gaze flew to Cain's. Cain saw confusion and uncertainty in Luke's eyes, but beneath that, the dimmest shimmer of hope. The hope gave Cain the courage not to step away.

Luke cleared his throat and tried again. "What did you say?"

"You heard me." Cain stroked his hand down Luke's back, felt the shiver of awareness slide down Luke's spine. Cain knew, without ever having experienced it himself firsthand, that it was desire. He stopped at Luke's waistband, but had to curl his hand into a fist to make it happen. Christ, he wanted to touch so damn much. Cain found Luke's gaze again, even as he knew his own eyes must be filled with hardness to cover the uncertainty of this course. "This is the biggest fucking move I've ever made in my life, damn it. Don't you dare make me beg."

Cain didn't get another word out. Luke's eyes flashed with silver fire, and suddenly his mouth was on Cain's, kissing the breath right out of him. Cain's world ceased to exist except for that hard mouth crushing his. He'd fucking never been kissed before, and he didn't know what to do. Luke started biting at his lips, and Christ, Cain loved it. He felt Luke's hands at his waist, clutching and pulling, and suddenly Cain was cock to cock, grinding against the man he wanted more than he wanted his own life.

The primal, instinctive need to mate took over, and Cain no longer cared if he did it right; he simply needed to possess. He bit back and licked at Luke's mouth, groaning when the man opened up and let him inside. Intellectually he knew he needed to slow down and find a rhythm, but the wet heat of Luke's mouth overrode that, and all Cain could do was thrust his tongue inside and taste.

Cain didn't even know he'd been pulling at Luke's shirt until the tips of his fingers touched the hot, hard flesh of Luke's slim waist. The skin was taut and searing, and just feeling the muscles rippling beneath his hands was almost enough to make Cain come. In three steps, he had Luke against one of the support beams of the porch, slashing his mouth against Luke again and again. Desire rushed through Cain so damn hard all he wanted to do was crawl inside Luke, and even then he wasn't sure that would be enough.

"I want you," he muttered against Luke's mouth. He pressed against Luke with almost all of his weight, fusing them together from head to toe. Both of their hats had been knocked to the ground long ago. Breath heaving, Cain forced himself to meet Luke's gaze. The glazed passion he found there gave boldness to his words. "I want your cock. I want it in my mouth."

Luke took Cain's hand in his own and slid it down his waist until they covered the bulge in his jeans. "It's yours, Hawk."

Cain shuddered at the gift. Luke left Cain's hand on his crotch and slid his around Cain's waist. Then he went lower, and Cain's breath caught when his butt, even through jeans, was cupped and held for the first time.

"What else do you want, Cain Hawkins?"

"I want your ass, Luke Forrester." The declaration was raw and as open as Cain had ever been. "I want you naked, on your stomach, somewhere, anywhere. I want my cock filling your hole so fucking deep and stretching it so fucking tight that neither one of us is sure I'm ever going to get out. I know you probably don't want that, what with what just happened to you."

Luke shut Cain up with another kiss. Cain stopped and let himself be nipped and pecked. He let Luke take what he wanted, what he needed, and soon Cain slid under a tide of slow-burning lust that heated his body in a different way, a deeper way. He let Luke edge his jaw open with his fingers and slide his tongue deep inside, thrusting in and out in a way that drove Cain's untutored, innocent imagination wild. Christ, he had a feeling that for whatever time he had, he would love being kissed by this man.

Luke eventually pulled back, but he slid his arm around Cain's waist and kept him close. He leaned in and settled his forehead against Cain's.

"Listen to me." Luke's voice was soft, but insistent. "Not one damn thing about you reminds me of what that man did to me. You hear me?" He slid his hands under the back of Cain's shirt, and Cain shuddered at the gentle, sensual fluttering of Luke's fingers at the small of his back. "Just like nothing MacLesten did to me made me second-guess what I am, or what I feel, or how I want to be with a man."

The pulse in Cain's neck skittered wildly, and damn it if he didn't feel lightheaded.

"That's good" -- his hands started on the snaps on Luke's shirt -- "because I have a feeling I'm going to be living inside you for the foreseeable future. Damn it." Cain became frustrated as his hands fumbled on the cuffs of Luke's shirt. "Help me get this off you." Too impatient to wait, Cain left the shirt tangled up at Luke's wrists and kissed his way down Luke's throat to his golden, hairless chest. "Christ, Luke, you are stunning." Cain settled his open mouth on Luke's little dime-sized brown nipple and started to suckle.

"Oh, damn it, Hawk, I can't believe this is happening." Luke's hands tunneled through Cain's hair and held him in place. Cain didn't need the incentive; he was already hungry as hell. He bit lightly and licked, satisfaction rolling through him when his hair when Luke fisted and pulled his hair taut. Luke's voice was raspy above him. "God, that's good…don't stop."

Cain loved the strength of Luke's arms holding him in place, reveled in the breadth of hot, male chest under his mouth and hands. He wanted to see all of Luke naked, and he wanted to be naked too. Cain wanted hairy thighs and sinewy calves and ugly callused feet. He wanted a big, hard dick most of all. He wanted it all, and he wanted it skin to skin, flesh to flesh, in glorious discovery of this maleness that he'd coveted for so long.

He was so close to getting it too. Cain tugged on Luke's belt, working the buckle loose so he could find out exactly what that bulge would feel like in his hands. Suddenly, the cell phone on Cain's belt loop started to chime. He cursed foul, foul words in several languages as he dropped his head against Luke's sleek shoulder.

"Go ahead," Luke's voice prodded gently against Cain's ear. "It might be important."

Cain rolled his head and found Luke's gaze only inches away. Christ, he could get lost in those gray depths. "I could ignore it."

Luke smiled and touched the corner of Cain's mouth with the tip of one long, work-roughened finger.

"No, you couldn't. Only your family has that cell number. You might be able to ignore it for five minutes, but then you'd have to check the message just to assure yourself everyone is okay."

Damn it, this man already knew him too well. Cain snatched the phone off his belt and flipped it open.

"Hello?" he barked, not bothering to hide his annoyance. He slid his arm around Luke's waist and held him close, shaking his head when the man tried to discreetly slide away. "I'm busy. Someone had better be dying, or I'm coming over there later on and cracking skulls."...

 

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