Jade Buchanan

Commissioned Artwork by PL Nunn

Enitan was created as a Storykeeper, an immortal being who is forever charged with providing inspiration to human bards, writers and storytellers. He had never had a dream for himself, at least he hadn’t until the day he felt Jason Lark reading one of his stories. The human called to him in a way that he had never felt before. He wants Jason for his own.

Is it possible for a keeper of stories to find happiness with a human?

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(4.5 hearts!) This was a short story by Ms. Buchanan, but it sure did rock my world, it was hot and tantalizing and emotional and it had me screaming for more! Enitan pulled me into his world by his love for Jason. His brother told him that it was forbidden for them to be together but Enitan couldn’t stay away from this young man that pulled at his heart strings. He wanted forever with Jason but, it came with a price. I loved that Jason couldn’t eat, sleep, or drink without Enitan. He needed him like deer needed water. This man had become his life and he hadn’t told him his true feelings. In comes his sister to save the day because there is no way she was going to let her brother waste away before her eyes. She knew what she had to do and she did it, her payment will come in the next book! Love conquers all! Ms Buchanan, this is an awesome read and I’ll be reading this story again and again!

~Reviewed by Judie, Love Romances and More

As the cover suggests (and btw, a beautiful cover by P.L. Nunn) there is a bit of yaoi in this romance, above all in the character of Jason, the blushing virgin. I'm not disappointed by it, since I bought the book expecting it, this is one of the time where the cover tells and enriches the story in the right way. Here the interest lies in the character of Jason and probably in his repressed feelings, Enitan not only represents who Jason wants as companion, he is also who Jason would like to be, and for this reason he is dark where Jason is light, and he is bold where Jason is shy. More than dreaming to be Enitan's lover, Jason would like to be Enitan himself. [Storykeeper] is a sexy romp played in the little bedroom of a shy book mouse...

~Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

© Jade Buchanan, all rights reserved.

The little bell tinkled, followed by a draft of cold air, when Jason Lark entered the bookstore. Jason shivered, dusting snow off of his coat when he walked into a room barely warmer than outside -- he could see his breath misting in the chilly air.

Partially blinded, he peered through a film of white -- courtesy of his fogged up glasses -- into the interior of a store he had never been in before. The tiny shop was crammed corner to corner with books shelved in neat little rows. The excess flowed onto the floor, small piles of paperbacks and hardcovers providing a maze in which to walk around. The faint scent of old parchment permeated the air, bringing to mind thoughts of days gone by, knights and maidens, countless wars and dragons flying through the night skies. Wiping the layer of fog from his glasses, Jason peered around the shelves. He loved bookstores. New, old. Didn’t matter. He could spend hours walking through the nooks and crannies, finding something new to read.    “Can I help you?” A thin, reedy voice came from the back of the bookstore, followed by a portly man sporting a full white beard.

Behind thick, black coke-bottle lenses, Jason saw the man’s beady eyes track his movement further into the store. He reminded Jason of Santa Claus, the only thing missing was the red suit and eight tiny reindeer.

“Uh…I’m just looking around.” Jason said.

“Well, take your time. The weather is positively dreadful outside.”

He smiled in thanks before the man walked back into the aisle he had come out of. The rows of shelves that filled the small store were crammed into every available space. Books were lined up like little soldiers, marching along the shelves. Every genre imaginable seemed to be represented in the store. Non-Fiction, Travel, Politics, Religion, Mystery, Science Fiction, Romance, and…ah, yes, exactly what he was looking for.

Ducking down to the bottom of the Romance section, skirting a pile of books that seemed to be about Russian politics -- obviously misfiled -- he leafed through the books lined up on the bottom shelf. A small collection of innocuous looking books, harmless until you noticed the front covers. He blushed at seeing the two half-naked figures lying in each other’s arms on the front of one book, both male.

Holding his newfound treasure, he was too embarrassed to be caught looking through the book. Glancing around to make sure the little man was still in the back, he quickly picked up a few regular romance books off the shelf above. Not even looking at the covers—he didn’t care what he took.

He may have no problem wandering through the shelves when he was looking for regular fiction, or hmph… Russian politics, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t self-conscious about this particular buy.

He was about to leave to pay for his purchases when his attention was drawn to a small book peaking out at the end of the bottom shelf. The cover was old, faded with time and worn from frequent use. It reminded him of some of the books he had seen in his Grandma’s house.

Curious to how such an old book became shelved in the gay romance section, Jason reached out and pulled it from its resting place. The cover was faded, and he couldn’t read the title, but he could make out a figure of a man. A man, indistinct, except for a shadowy outline. Behind the figure, he could barely make out what looked like rows of books. Strange. Flipping the book over, he realized there was no blurb to tell what the book was about. Shaking his head at his mistake— a book that old would never have a blurb— he flipped through the pages to try to obtain an idea of what lay within. The text was faded, almost indistinguishable. He wouldn’t even be able to read it.

About to put the book down again, he was surprised to feel a strange warmth emanating from the book, heating up his still cold-numbed fingers. A tingle ran through his body, and pulsed through his cock. His breath started to come in choppy pants when he had an overwhelming image of being fucked against the rows of books flash through his mind.