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Primarily M/M but two scenes of M/F

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Circle Trilogy by Leigh Jarrett

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Steambath Press
23 March 2021
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The Marjar attack on Mycea sets in motion a series of changes in the ruling structure of the empire that will forever impact the lives of three powerful men. King Meshia, supreme ruler of the empire, Sebastian of Cardin, Commander of the Third Empirical battalion, and Sebastian’s Cardinian lover, a gifted healer beyond any that have come before him.

King Meshia has a secret, one that might lose him his crown. One that would certainly diminish his capacity to rule and lead the empire’s forces into battle. One night of unbridled passion, one weakness, one longing that could bring the monarchy to its knees.

Sebastian of Cardin, Commander of the Third Empirical Battalion knows that love comes in many forms. He lives it, he breathes it. He is unapologetic. The military and his home in the Entertainment District in the Neter Colony on Mycea suit every aspect of his life.

Leo of Cardin, a conjuring Cardinian, an anomaly of nature. Skilled in his craft. A force to be reckoned with in his own right. His relationship with Sebastian does not define every aspect of his life. He too has a secret, his family heritage placing him in a position of incredible power.

Their world in turmoil, they will be called upon to embrace the love in their lives and abandon their long-held prejudices against one another in order to preserve the survival of their people.

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The room was packed full of Myceans. Young and old, and in-between. Some were warming up their voices, others limbering up at the barre.

At almost fifteen, Sebastian was tall for his age. Even taller for a Cardinian. He had benefited from a steady supply of food as he was growing, unlike other children who had remained on Cardin. In a strange twist of fate, his life had improved when he was sold into slavery twelve years ago.

Two years old. He had been ripped from his mother’s arms while barely able to walk. Bought by a Mycean couple to be a companion for their then two-year-old daughter, Lakeda. The same age, they had grown up together. Lakeda had insisted Sebastian accompany her to school and her parents had worked the details out with the administration. Sebastian would sit at the back without paper or pencil and simply listen. When Lakeda had convinced the teachers to let Sebastian take the exams, they had been stunned.

A Cardinian slave that was articulate and intelligent was foreign to them. But that was only because they had not been looking. Myceans had little use for Cardinians. They were disruptive. Looking to prove their point, they allowed Sebastian to join the cadets at aged nine to begin the military training required of all Myceans. Once again—stunned. He had excelled. Rose to the top of his class.

Sebastian stretched out his shoulders. He scanned the room, wondering where he could run through a few vocal exercises. This was his first love; singing—and dancing. The military practice fulfilled a baser side of himself, but this … theatre, music—performance. It made his blood run hot.

Seeing a spot open near one of the pianos, he tossed his bag onto his shoulder and headed for it. As he was about to reach for the keys, a petite boy with cropped black hair scooted in ahead of him.

“Hey.” Sebastian dropped his bag. “I was about to sit down there.”

“Too slow.” The boy peered up at him. “Are you Cardinian?”

“What do you think?” Sebastian reached up and checked the knotted leather strip his hair was tied in. Down, his sleek, black hair reached his waist. Something he was proud of. That and his height. The boy staring up at him was likely the same age as him but easily two feet shorter.

Exceedingly Cardinian. Black hair, crystal blue eyes. He had the body of a dancer. Muscular and lithe in his tight leggings and bodysuit. It was the shoes that gave it away. “You’re a dancer.”

The boy huffed out a sigh. “Very observant.” He lifted his foot and wiggled it around.

“So, what do you need the piano for?”

“I sing a little.”

Sebastian rolled his shoulders back. “Well, I need it. I’m auditioning for the lead.”

“You?” The boy snorted through a laugh. “They will never want you.”

“Why? Because I’m Cardinian?” Sebastian crossed his arms. “They would be fools not to take me on. They have never heard anyone like me before, I guarantee you that.”

“Wow.” The boy clapped his hands together a few times, slow—mocking. “Arrogant much?”

“It’s just a fact.” Sebastian sat on the edge of the piano bench and began shoving the boy off the end. “I need to warm up.” It was true. Sebastian’s voice was special. He knew it—Lakeda knew it. Anyone who had ever heard him knew it. He gave the boy one final shove and knocked him to the floor.

The crimson-faced boy leapt to his feet and took off into the crowd, turning to flip Sebastian the finger. “Good luck on your audition today … you arrogant, flamboyant jerk.”

Sebastian looked down at his clothes. Flamboyant? He thought he had toned things down.

They had been practicing for weeks. Opening night was in ten days. The production of Moon Dance had a cast of thirty singers and dancers. Sebastian, as he had predicted, had secured the lead. The lead dancer who he had to work with intimately every day, none other than the boy who had annoyed him on the day of the auditions. He now knew him as Leo; an extremely talented Cardinian dancer.

Leo breathed out an exhausted sigh. “Sebastian. I don’t know why you can’t get this lift right.”

“It’s not my primary discipline, that’s why.” Sebastian set his pose, positioning his arms to catch Leo. This time the lift was successful. Ecstatic, he spun Leo around an extra time, making him giggle.

“That’s not helping any.” Leo placed his hands on his hips once he had been set back on his feet. “At least you got it right this time.”

“Oh, a compliment.” Sebastian bowed. “Thank you, sir.”

Leo pushed Sebastian in the shoulder. “We’ll get it. You’re better than I thought you were going to be.”

Sebastian grinned. “The compliments are just falling out of you today.” He brushed some sweaty strands of hair off Leo’s forehead. “You must be drunk.”

Leo laughed. “No, but I’d love to be.”

“That can be arranged.” Sebastian threw a few items of clothing into his bag. Rehearsal had been over hours ago. Leo and he had stayed behind. “I live outside the colony.” He looked at Leo. “Can we pick up a bottle of wine and head to yours? You’re probably closer.”

“I have wine.” Leo scrubbed the back of his hand against his nose. “My place is kind of small.”

“Then we’ll have to avoid any more practicing.” Sebastian smiled. “I can sit still, I promise.”

Leo shrugged. “Okay. I’ll lead the way.” Shouldering his bag, he led Sebastian through a labyrinth of tunnels deep into the Entertainment District.

After a few drinks, they found themselves stuffed onto Leo’s sofa together. Leo’s hands on his face. Sebastian clutched his glass, a warmth rushing through his body.

Despite their start, Leo’s soft, melodic voice and blue eyes staring up at him were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen …


They were all going to die. As soon as the morning sun rose over the tundra, their few remaining troops would be wiped out. They were surrounded. Permitted one final night.

Sebastian trudged through the offering of fresh snow, his chest tightening, his breath billowing clouds of mist before his eyes. The snow’s arrival had warmed the frigid air somewhat.

His men were suffering.

Early spring on Kronos was not for the weak-hearted. Any season would test the hardiest of those who found themselves there. The third planet from Mycea had five seasons ranging from sweltering heat to bone-chilling drops in temperature few could survive. The five seasons coinciding with the animals and fauna that could be hunted and gathered during those times.

Fortunately, spring had brought them an abundance of game to feed themselves. Early spring had not been as kind. They had lost dozens of men to hypothermia and starvation.

With one of Kronos’ moons reflecting off the fresh snow, it was light enough to see, but the Marjar would bide their time until morning. They had been trying to take control of Kronos for months. What was one more night? Sebastian looked out over the undulating, treeless hills of white. The ore-rich mining planet was desolate but had a haunting beauty to it.

Perhaps death would be as peaceful.

Sebastian nodded to the guards, their sheathed swords likely chipped and grubby with blood. They would not be granted a reprieve to tend to them tonight.

The king deserved one last night of peace.

The flap of the canvas tent was stiff from the cold but folded back enough to allow Sebastian access. It fell into place behind him, containing what little heat was being offered by the oil lamps scattered about the interior.

He had been summoned here tonight.

His heart thundered heavy and rapid in his chest at the reason why.

It all started the day he stepped off a warship at the Neter colony, the heart of the empire, eight years ago. The respect—the mutual admiration. The stern face that had simply cocked one eyebrow upon seeing Sebastian for the first time.

Blood, glory, and conquest; eight years of battles had been fought by his side.

He was not there to talk.

Sebastian stepped forward into the tent and bowed deeply to the man watching him. “Your Majesty, you summoned me.”

“This is the end for us, I fear.” The king shifted in his seat and motioned to the chair across from him. As always, there was kindness in his brilliant green eyes, a kindness that rarely reached the other features of his face. Firm jaw jutted, his lips were drawn tight, his breathing steady.

“Have we no options?” Sebastian settled into the seat across from his king, accepting the cup of wine offered him.

“You know we don’t.” The king rose to his feet, circled around to Sebastian’s side of the table, and laid his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “That’s not why you’re here.”

Sebastian placed his hand atop the king’s. “I know.”

The king leaned down and kissed the side of Sebastian’s neck, his warm breath drifting seductively across Sebastian’s skin. It made its way to his lips. Sebastian breathed it in.

“Tonight, I need to know what I’ve denied myself of for so long.”

Sebastian wrapped his hand around the back of the king’s neck, drawing him closer, the king’s short-cropped, blond hair bristling against his palm.

“Meshia …” A simple whisper of desire. The fires that had been burning for years between them would be quenched this night.

And tomorrow, they would die.

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Leigh Jarrett is an unabashedly queer, quirky, and passionate author of LGBTQ+ Romantic Fiction, her books embracing the full spectrum of the rainbow. Her published contemporary works include gritty and angst-filled romances featuring Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, and Lesbian characters. And her fantasy series, "Drakkar Coven", which is brimming with lust driven vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters.

Having been bullied as a child for being "different," writing, and publishing LGBTQ+ Romantic Fiction has given Leigh an opportunity to express her uniqueness, inspired by the LGBTQ+ community she calls home, her books highlighting their struggles, while celebrating their diversity, and affirming their most basic of human rights … to love and be loved.

In her hometown of Victoria, BC, in Canada, Leigh can be found nestled up with her fabulously supportive wife and her trusty laptop, or enjoying the wonderous outdoors that is Vancouver Island.

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