Omarati Release Day and Review by DC Juris


By: DC Juris
Pages: 70
Series: Calliph and Mateo #1
Publisher: Torquere
Published on: March 1, 2016
Omarati Release Day and Review by DC Juris

Everything changed for werewolf Calliph after the Shifter War. Now nothing more than a slave and plaything to human Prince Obyn, Calliph finds himself on the Golden Magus, sailing across the sea with his owner. But fate has something more in mind for Calliph in the form of Ship's First Mate Mateo—who just happens to be Calliph's Omarati—his soul mate... and a werecat.

Heartbroken, Calliph knows he can't stay with Mateo—he is forced to follow wherever Obyn leads. Years later, when an attack at sea lands Mateo in the hands of vicious pirates, the cat discovers that, though time has changed some things, his bond with Calliph is eternal. Previously published by Noble Romance.

This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.

I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

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“I see no wheel,” Obyn observed.

Calliph followed Obyn and Captain Ba’Tal up the walkway to the deck of the Golden Magus. His nostrils twitched, catching a hint of something. Crisp and clean, he could have mistaken the smell for simply the sea itself. There were undertones, though—subtle hints of sweat, musk, and the sharp tang of manhood. The scent mingled with his own, blended harmoniously, nearly drawing a growl from his throat. The smell of a mate, another shifter, but not one of his own kind. No. A cat. And no little tabby, either. The pheromone belonged to a panther.

“No,” Ba’Tal said. “These damned elf ships are all controlled by magic nowadays.”

“Yes, well, you still need someone to keep her on course.”

Calliph looked toward the owner of the voice…the owner of that heavenly scent. The most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. He was short—Calliph had a least a foot on him—with a slender, lithe body, and long dark hair. Strong, firm muscles rippled beneath sun-tanned skin.

“That there’d be my First Mate, Mateo,” Ba’Tal said. “This is Obyn and his wolf, Caliph.”

“Calliph is not my wolf.”

Ba’Tal inclined his head in apology. “Begging your pardon, my Prince. I thought the Queen said he was a shifter.”

“He is a shifter.” Obyn looked Calliph up and down, upper lip curled into a sneer.

“However, wolf is a term reserved for the free of his kind, and he is not free. He is merely a dog.”

Calliph swallowed down the words he knew he’d regret.

Mateo turned. A dizzying, hot wind swirled around Calliph as his eyes locked with the man’s amber gaze. Time seemed to halt, as the deck seemed to spin in a lazy circle, Calliph in the middle. His head felt heavy and wobbly; his neck and shoulders lacked the strength to support it.

Calliph struggled to make sense of what was happening as a jolt of recognition raced up his spine, even though he’d never met Mateo. His feet seemed to move of their own volition, carrying him forward—answering a call he heard in his heart and felt deep in his bones. Made no sense, yet Calliph kept walking.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Obyn demanded, tugging sharply on Calliph’s leash.

Calliph’s head snapped back and his steps faltered. Obyn. Somehow, he’d actually forgotten about his Master. “To see how it works.” He recovered quickly. “With your permission, I’d like to learn the steering mechanism in the event danger should befall our voyage.”

Obyn’s eyes narrowed and he glanced at Mateo. “Fine. I expect you below deck in an hour.”

Ba’Tal lead Obyn away, and Calliph closed the distance to Mateo. “May I?” He nodded toward the steering column.

“Be my guest.” Mateo guided Calliph’s hand. “Magic controls the orb. Feel that?”
Calliph felt something, but nothing to do with the ship. Mateo’s hand on his burned. He fought against the desire to pull Mateo close and smother him with kisses. “What is it?” he asked, not referring to the mechanism.

“You’re connected. The magic regulates the pitch of the ship. Left and right—back and forth. Keeps the deck level. Simple, really. You just have to get the feel of it.” Mateo pressed his hand down on Calliph’s and moved them both slowly from side to side.

“There. See? Just a slow, soft touch.”

Calliph wasn’t interested in the orb—wasn’t even looking at it. Mateo tilted his head toward him, bringing their lips inches apart. Calliph’s mind reeled. Mateo moved closer; his grip tightened, his breathing quickened. He felt it too. Calliph’s gaze dipped to Mateo’s lips, parted ever so slightly. Mateo must’ve licked them a moment ago, because they looked moist. Calliph imagined those lips were soft and warm as well. Oh, so soft and warm. Gods, he wanted to kiss them. (To keep excerpt PG, stop here or delete following sentence before continuing) Calliph’s cock twitched and hardened and he marveled, almost having forgotten what an erection felt like.

Something nudged Calliph’s leg and he looked down. A tail. Mateo moved his head; his hair shifted, revealing the sharp upward curve of his ears. Cat though he might have been, Mateo’s tail should’ve been nonexistent, and his ears should’ve been human ears. Calliph noticed other things then: the fine dusting of dark fur on the back of Mateo’s hands, the not quite feline but not quite human shape of his nose and his eyes.

“They’re permanent,” Mateo interrupted his perusal, obviously used to being questioned.

“How?” Calliph swallowed hard. He knew of only one explanation.

“Alchemists.” Mateo hung his head.

Calliph snarled, his suspicions confirmed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Can you shift?”

“I can but not for long. The transformation is painful and leaves me exhausted.”
That Mateo shared such a fact with him thrilled Calliph. He gestured between the two of them. “You feel it too?”

Mateo’s face flushed red; he was panting, trembling. “I do. We’re Omarati.”
Omarati. An ancient term. No common translation existed; the best Calliph knew was soul mate. Far beyond that, Omarati were shifters who were created—literally—for each other, drawn together by a bond unbreakable, unending. Animal, age, gender—none of that mattered, for Omarati were compatible by design, made to accept and overlook any flaws in favor of their bond. Their hearts and their souls knew each other already, even if their minds had a bit of catching up to do. A connection like this, as far as Calliph knew, existed between no other beings. Mateo’s small hand slid into his.

“What are we going to do?” Mateo asked.

Calliph ran a finger under his collar. What indeed.


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Andi's Review


I received this book not only for the release party, but also for review.  Omarati starts with an Alpha Shifter who is the the slave of a prince who not only has a temper, but is very sexually aggressive.  Calliph is just trying to live his life while essentially being at the beck and call of his owner.  The Queen decided that her son needed to learn a trade and sent both her son and Calliph over the sea.  While at sea Calliph meets a young man who is part of the ships crew.  Calliph is instantly attracted to Mateo, a panther shifter who realizes what Calliph is, his Omarati, which is shifter speak for soul mate, or mate, or life partner.  However with Calliph being a slave, and Mateo being part of a ship’s crew they are destined not to be together.


However, fate intervenes and Calliph and Mateo are able to see each other while Calliph is shopping for food.  They both know that no matter how they feel about each other, there will be a day that they will not be together, and that day quickly approaches with the annoucement that Calliph and his owner are traveling.  Without even enough time to tell Mateo that he has to leave, Calliph is alone with his owner for what seems like forever.


Fate is a funny thing, and this book really plays on how if something is fated to be, it will be, or the individuals will die trying to make it come true, or they give up. I like the idea of fate, so this book had another layer that I was able to extract from it.  The Author does a service to the main characters by giving them personalities in such a short time.  Not only that, but the author was also able to add in the one thing that many people fear, the loss of power, of control, of yourself.  If you lose yourself, are you still the person you were before? Are you still a person, or shifter?


This is a good book, and I am glad that Torquere picked it up, I think that it fits in with their lines well and I enjoyed reading it.


4.5 fangs


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About DC Juris

An out and proud bisexual transgender man, DC Juris moved to New York State in 2001 for a real-life romance. By day he is a mild-mannered office manager, by night a passionate writer of all types of romance. He lives in Upstate New York with his husband, two dogs, four cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. Which is just the way he likes it. Still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, DC will gladly entertain offers, or applications for the position.

When he's not writing down what his characters tell him, DC can be found surfing the internet for random research (DC would like to remind everyone that porn *is* research for him!), killing things on his Xbox, reading, or taking pictures of the world around him.

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