Love Letters for the Dark

My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm not normal.

I am many things: Paranormal Romance Author, Husband, Christian Dom, OCD, Driven Workaholic, and Friend

Now that the elephant is out of the room, let's get to know me a bit. I started out writing quirky Vanilla erotica with BDSM sprinkled in the mix and while I had an important message I felt necessary to convey about the dark and mysterious lifestyle, it is not my choice of genre to write in. Turns out Paranormal Romance seems to be. I just felt that click when I caught the inspiration, the promise of hidden worlds explored. Like when you're shopping for the perfect running shoes, and you find them and think, here they are. I can run forever in these. That's what the paranormal feels like, only a pen, in my grip. I can write forever with this.
And so that's where I am now in my journey as a fairly new writer. No guarantees I won't stray from the genre path, however. But wherever the pen takes me, I do hope you enjoy my works.

To see a longer bibliography check out my DomWars book Trailer as it is written there. 

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Character Pages:

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Isadore: https://www.facebook.com/IsadoreMiya?fref=ts

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~Lucian

 

Green Eyed Savior


Like a freaky apparition, a man out of nowhere stood there, staring at her. At that point, Isadore’s brain was back to malfunctioning, caught up on the deep green eyes. They were so oddly bright in the dark. She noticed as he climbed through the window, he wore black dress pants but they took second place to his naked torso covered in tattoos. She stared transfixed at the ancient onyx colored symbols crowding the tanned skin, shiny with sweat. The tattoos extended up the right side of his face and disappeared into his hair. Her attention shifted to the heave of his massive chest and the fact that he now stood only a few feet from her bed. Who the hell was he? There were no men around the swamp that well-muscled. Zero. This man did not have a body of a hard worker, he was built like a battle-hardened warrior from the pages of ancient Greece. And he stood right there. In her room. And he even looked like he’d stepped from the battlefield, wavy dark hair dripping wet, ridiculous handsome face harshened with something that made her crawl as far back onto the bed as she could.

Jared had also slowly backed up. “This your boyfriend?” he muttered, fear and stupidity cracking his voice.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She could only stare into the bright green eyes.

“I’ve been listening,” the strange man said to her. His voice was low but deep and clear, not angry as she’d expect.

“You a pervert?” Jared still backed up. “You always walk around the woods spying on women?”

The strange look in the man’s eyes held Isadore captive. So many emotions all at once. Curiosity… rage…. Okay, only two, but a lot of those two.

“I’ve been listening,” he repeated. Those eyes bore into hers still, his voice hissing with a low snarl that showed near flawless teeth. He looked at Jared and slowly angled his head as though trying to figure out what he was doing there. Or figure out what he was.

The air in the room became hot like it was on fire and Isadore gasped with it. Then she felt ice cold wind, slashing intermittently within it. The man pointed at Jared. “You lied.”

Ruin stared at the human named Jared, not understanding why the heat of the sun burned through him alongside the breath of ice, roaring in his ears. He quickly searched through the data he’d learned in the last two days to explain it, but found nothing to match this need moving him closer to the man. His body told him to take the human’s his head off, no, the heat said it. And the cold… the cold seemed to say no, that wasn’t quite right.

The longer Ruin stared at the horror and skittering of the human, the hotter the heat became. He looked at the woman next. She had taught him a lot in the last few days. The look in her eyes held the answer. If only he could see past the fear in them. He felt the snarl before it purred its way up his throat through clenched teeth as the power to rip or crush something became stronger. But so did the ice cold warning that carried that simple don’t.

Fury and rage, and that other thing boiled inside him until he could barely breathe. Ruin looked at the man, finally. “Leave!”

Blood red fire exploded through the room with his command, followed immediately by white ice that harnessed the flames with spidery fingers, turning the sure death into a hiss of steam.

Before the air cleared, the human was down the ladder and running out the door. Ruin gazed at the woman named Isadore, looking to her for answers of what had just happened to him. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed away enough for him to see questions. Questions like he had. She was like him in many ways, he realized. Was that why he felt the constant need to watch her?

The sight of blood on the bed drew his gaze to it and he involuntary went to her. He felt that anger from earlier stirring again. He was suddenly acutely aware of two things happening inside him. One part of him wanted to open the wound on her leg that produced the blood and let it pour until the wretched body was extinguished. The other part of him wanted to kill what caused it.

It all confused him and he remembered the words that he needed to say to her. “Help me.”

Waiting, he studied the woman’s eyes that matched the sky that peeked through the trees during the hottest part of the day. The sizzling in his brain happened again. He liked the feeling because he always understood things more after. He waited for the heat to do its thing, watching the movement of life at her neck without looking directly at it. The sparks raced around in his head from one thing to the next, almost too fast for him to follow as he stared deeply into her gaze.

He took an abrupt step back at finally getting what he saw. There was no name for it, only that it made the heat inside him swirl hot with the need to crush it. A deep growl began to vibrate in his throat and the look she had was immediately replaced with fear, making the heat worse.

He’d never had the need to take her head off, but he did now. And he was sure he would have, if the shards of ice didn’t war in his body, little knives of don’t. Ruin hurried to the window when that power expanded with need to release. It was somehow worse than it had been with that Jared human. The need to understand why, or not knowing why, wasn’t helping.

He was weak, that was the word, he was sure. And he didn’t like that. Didn’t like wasn’t the right words. There was another word more fitting, he could feel it, he just couldn’t name it because he didn’t know it.

He gave one furious glance back at the woman before jumping for the tree limb over the roof. She was the answer. He didn’t know how or why, he just knew she was. As he sought a place nearby to wait till morning, he contemplated that last look in her eyes. It had told him other things about her. It said she’d give him all the answers he needed. And that she’d give him whatever he wanted. He didn’t understand that part, but it gave him a good feeling.

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“Thank you.” He went in and she worried about what it would do to her, seeing him in those shorts. Oh but she found out when he walked out. “My God,” she whispered. Of course he wouldn’t look stupid, of course he’d look wickedly delicious in them. But then at what angle did he not look wickedly delicious? It was bad enough seeing him in those too snug black slacks, now these too snug black shorts put the final glaze on her whore tinted glasses.

The idea of getting too close to him was suddenly a bad idea. Her body could not be trusted. She prayed silently that he wouldn’t pick up on her body’s—

“It amazes me how you react to my body.”

Shiiiiit. “I’m a woman, it’s purely normal, but don’t worry, I won’t touch you or attack you.”

He chuckled, like he thought the idea was cute. “I know.”

Ohhhh, do you now? She turned to him. “You say that like you really know.” She realized her big confrontation mistake the second she faced him. There he was, leaning his butt against the counter, pants in his right grip, left hand planted on the counter top. Legs crossed. Enormous penis still…enormous.

She fought to think medically. “I see your man parts work.”

He looked down. “I’m not sure. I do know it’s been hard a lot more lately.”

His honesty was as brutal as that green gaze of his. “Must be reflex.” She wondered if he’d make the connection. She stared at his torso, suddenly desperate to inspect his tattoos. Up close. With her tongue and lips, heaven help her.

“But I’m not touching it. It’s just like that.”

“Well neither was I when it happened to me.”

God, did he have to look at her so directly? “Right. So I don’t understand why you touch yours at night, if you don’t need to for it to work?”

Shock and shame slammed her. Then anger that he’d watched! Her anger turned to fury at seeing the look on his face. He was goading her! He knew what he’d just done and said which far surpassed his dictionary skills, no, that was playing skills.

She felt her head nodding absently. She wasn’t sure how he knew that game given his lack of “knowledge” but she wasn’t about to be played or ridiculed by him or intimidated. “I’m sure you know that’s called masturbation. I do it to have an orgasm, I’m sure you recall that word as well. It’s a very normal and healthy exercise.”

He slid his tongue across his lower lip and cast his eyes down, like a tease! And it was working on the little lonely swamp slut! The idea of hiding it was infuriating because it was seemingly impossible. To be so pushed around really pissed her off. Truly.

She pursed her lips, fighting for words that would even the score just a little. There was no insulting the man, that’s for sure. And humiliating him seemed impossible. How about calling his bluff? “You should try it.”

He looked at her. “Try what?”

She placed a casual palm on the front of the fridge. “Rubbing your dick.” Her heart hammered at the effect that had on him.

“I’m healthy enough.”

“Well it’s not just for health. It feels very good.” Way, way down the rabbit hole now. No turning back.

“Pleasure isn’t something I pursue.”
“Yes, it can be intimidating.”
“I’m not intimidated.”
“Are you sure?”
“I know what you’re doing,” he said. “It’s not necessary.”
“What am I doing?”
“Trying to upset me somehow, the way I’ve upset you. I find it…sweet? But it’s not going to happen. I don’t seem to need pleasure the way you do.”

He said it oh so nonchalantly and clearly did not see the barb in the words he twisted in her already wounded ego. She wanted to scream bullshit on his claim again but no way would she do that. With words.
Inhibitions obliterated by her anger, she walked over. Pausing just before him, she even met his cool green gaze. She lowered her eyes to his manhood, her heart pounding furiously, and ran the tip of her finger along his rock hard length.

He hissed and snatched her hand up in a brutal hold and the eruption of pain triggered terror in her.

She was suddenly pinned against the wall, his fingers burning hot and lethal around her throat. Again. His gasps hit her face, filling her lungs with more of that choking heat, mixed with the painful shards of the cold. She stared with wide eyes as he strangled her, the dejavu of it helping her to harden her jaw and draw on anger.

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Ruin: The Waking - Lucian Bane Ruin: Revelations - Lucian Bane Ruin The Judgement - Lucian Bane

Ruin wakes up on Earth knowing only one thing: to Judge and Execute.

As an Angel of Judgment with no memory of his origins and no ability to communicate, he seeks help from Isadore, the first human he comes into contact with. Without realizing, he binds molecularity with the brilliant Neuroscientist, and slowly becomes permanently attached to her.

But, there is a mission he's sent to accomplish and it isn't about Isadore. Or is it? Something about the eccentric, OCD, and beautiful woman seems to be preventing him from remembering what he must do in order to complete his task on Earth.

In the breathtaking third book of the Ruin Series, The Judgment, Ruin tackles missions designed to bring him face to face with the answers he desperately needs. Soon, however, he discovers that the clues he gains to unravel the mysteries of his mission will declare war on his heart and soul.

Ruin will have you hooked. This series is sexual, spiritual, romantic, funny, and truly inspiring. You've never read anything like it before. Bestselling author Lucian Bane takes the popular paranormal romance genre and spins it on its head as only he can do.

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Ruin wakes up on Earth knowing only one thing: to Judge and Execute.
As an Angel of Judgment with no memory of his origins and no ability to communicate, he seeks help from Isadore, the first human he comes into contact with. Without realizing, he binds molecularity with the OCD Neuroscientist, and slowly becomes permanently attached to her.
But, there is a mission he's sent to accomplish and it isn't about Isadore. Or is it? Something about the eccentric and beautiful woman seems to be preventing him from remembering what he must do in order to complete his task on Earth.
In the breathtaking third book of the Ruin Series, The Judgment, Ruin tackles missions designed to bring him face to face with the answers he desperately needs. Soon, however, he discovers that the clues he gains to unravel the mysteries of his mission will declare war on his heart and soul.
Ruin will have you hooked. This series is sexual, spiritual, romantic, funny, and truly inspiring. You've never read anything like it before. Bestselling author Lucian Bane takes the popular paranormal romance genre and spins it on its head as only he can do.

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Lucian Bane’s inner Dom is out of control and hungry for things he can’t name. When he signs up for Dom Wars, he meets Tara who is naive to the BDSM world. Her reckless dominance and puritan heart fascinate him. But when he discovers the pain in her past, it unleashes his true Dom within.

Journey with them through all 6 rounds to see who comes out on top as "Ultimate Dom"

 

My name is Lucian Bane, Author, Husband, Christian Dom, OCD, Driven Workaholic and Friend. I am the author of a Paranormal Romance series Ruin, which I have taken eminence pleasure in writing. I also wrote/cowrite the Dom Wars series. I like to refer to myself as an ineffable Dom. Many attribute the term ineffable to God, but let me assure you that the godly attribution of awe and astonishment, does not apply to me. I merely assume the part of the meaning unexplainable, in the sense I will not be defined by tropes and customary categories. To a lot of people, I'm a complicated Dom, an intricate Dom, or confounding Dom. To my wife, I am a godly Dom.

And I think that would be the truest definition, since it is to God that I submit my dominance in obedience to His will. Therefore, I don't want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can give myself to completely, come undone with, become one with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with, into that abyss of unspeakable and ineffable holy shit, that can only be found within the confines of passionate, and committed love.

I think there are many men just like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to recognize and identify these Doms.) I want to challenge men as well to go for the complete power exchange with a woman, and not be a coward or hypocrite and with hold those things they demand or expect from a woman. For consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a woman, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to you. You are both in each other and belong to each other. You are one.

As young men, our inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom's reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, that inner Dom bowed to His will. The transformation made me into what I am today.