BB: Thanks for joining me on Open Skye Book Reviews today! I’ve got an exclusive excerpt from my latest release, Under a Blue Moon, which is the second book in the Camp H.O.W.L. series.
One of the things I had the most fun with this time around was focusing more on what kinds of activities a luxury werewolf camp would offer. These kids aren’t going to be satisfied with canoeing and lawn darts, so I had to get creative. Since Nick and Drew are new hires at Camp H.O.W.L., they’ve been asked to sample all of the camp’s classes–it doesn’t go over so well with Nick.
“I’m not saying I won’t do it, but it’s ridiculous. I mean, werewolf yoga? Really?”
“I believe they just call it yoga, but go ahead.” Drew crossed his arms and gestured for Nick to continue.
Nick growled and tossed the class schedule he’d been holding onto the table. They’d closed down lunch in the mess hall ten minutes ago, so they were the only people in the room. He’d held it together when Anne Marie had given him the schedule, but now that the wolflings were out of earshot, he wanted to vent.
“I can’t believe she’s making us take all of the classes.”
“It makes a lot of sense if you think about it. I mean, more for you than me, but I’m willing to do it along with you. Think of it as orientation. This way you’ve experienced everything your wolflings will while they’re here. It’ll make it easier for you to commiserate with them when they complain about Kaylee’s gong.”
Nick gave him a flat look. “She does not have a gong.”
“Oh, but she does. It’s part of her centering exercises during meditation.”
“Meditation?” Nick grabbed the paper, scanning it with wild eyes. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Ninety minutes of meditation?”
“With gongs,” Drew said helpfully.
Nick didn’t have time for this. Harris had been held up at the compound out on Catalina Island, which meant Nick and Kenya were still splitting his counseling load. He’d already had four sessions this morning, and he still had a list of check-ins that was longer than his arm. And now Anne Marie wanted him to sample all the classes Camp H.O.W.L. had to offer? Was she crazy?
“We’ve got tonight and all weekend,” Drew said with a smug smile. “You don’t teach any weekend classes, and wolflings can’t schedule sessions during those hours anyway because they’re required to be in class.”
When had Drew become an expert on his schedule? Not that he was wrong. He wasn’t. But somehow they’d managed to get wrapped up in each other’s business. Nick knew Drew’s clinic schedule better than his own session schedule, which definitely was clear this afternoon and all weekend.
“Fine. We can’t do all this in one weekend, though. There have to be twenty classes there.”
“So we do six this weekend and six next weekend, and so on and so forth until we’ve taken all the classes on the list at least once. You’ll have to find some time to sit in on the weekday classes too, you know.”
Nick knew that, but that was different. He could see the value in taking Harris’s class on social media or even Drew’s class on werewolf health. But yoga? Meditation? Horseback riding?
“Does that say Ultimate Frisbee?” He shoved the schedule at Drew, who laughed.
“It’s a big thing in cities, I think. Don’t tell me there isn’t Ultimate Frisbee in Denver.”
Nick was sure there was, but he was also sure he didn’t care. At least that session was only thirty minutes.
“How about we make it interesting?” Drew suggested. “Put a wager on it. I bet you I can kick your ass at whatever we do this weekend.”
Nick slitted his eyes at him. “Who picks?”
“If we’re doing six, we can each pick three.”
“And who decides if an ass-kicking has been administered? Assuming, of course, they’re not peeling you off the floor. Because I think that’s an automatic win.”
Drew smirked. “We’ll let the instructor decide who was better.”
“What’s the wager?”
Nick opened his eyes and studied Drew. He looked innocent enough, but his heart was going a mile a minute. He either had something up his sleeve, or he knew he had no chance in hell of beating a werewolf.
“Fine. I pick fencing, agility training, and swimming.”
Drew held a hand out to shake. “Yoga, meditation, and martial arts.”
Oh, it was on.
Nick Perry is tired of helping people with their marriages, so when a spot opens up to work with teens at Camp H.O.W.L., he jumps at it. He doesn’t expect to fall in lust with the dreamy new camp doctor, Drew Welch. But Drew is human, and Nick has seen secrets ruin too many relationships to think that a human/werewolf romance can go anywhere.
Happy-go-lucky Drew may not sprout claws, but he’s been part of the Were community all his life. He has no trouble fitting in at the camp—except for Nick’s stubborn refusal to acknowledge the growing attraction between them, and his ridiculous stance on dating humans. Fate intervenes when one of Drew’s private practice patients threatens his life. Will the close call help Nick to see a connection like theirs isn’t something to let go of?
Bru Baker writes sophisticated gay romantic fiction with strong characters, real-world problems, and plenty of humor.
Bru spent fifteen years writing for newspapers before making the jump to fiction. She now balances her time between writing and working at a Midwestern library in the reference department. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a story. She and her husband have two children, which means a lot of her books get written from the sidelines of various sports practices.